(Due to my wife’s medical treatment and quarantine, I traveled far away and did not ask for leave. I hope everyone will forgive me!)
Night falls as usual, covering the earth. Tonight, the moon is dark and the wind is high. The wind blows through the desolate streets, making a slapping sound from the windows.
Everything is ready in the inn and room.
"Sir, be careful in everything!"
Ying Ning gave her last words of advice.
Chen Jianchen responded with a slight smile, and with a thought, with the help of the Yin Yang Warm Jade, the Soul Spirit entered the Yin Division world. The place where it was located was also a small town.
It's just that this city is not that city. Compared with Luoshui City in the Yang world, the city of Yinsi is much smaller. The buildings inside are very sparse and there are only two small streets.
The streets were quiet and deserted, not a single ghost was seen.
Chen Jianchen walked leisurely. As he appeared, ghosts finally began to appear, emerging from the darkness on both sides. There were ferocious ghosts and evil spirits, and peaceful ghosts with peaceful faces, as if they were like mortals.
No different. Curious eyes came one after another, all falling on Chen Jianchen.
These eyes were mixed with greedy desire, especially when they were staring at the piece of yin-yang warm jade on Chen Jianchen's waist - the treasure not only moved people's hearts, but also moved the hearts of ghosts.
Soon, Chen Jianchen released the signal. But at this time, more and more ghosts gathered around him, forming layers of layers with an awe-inspiring aura.
Peng!
Chen Jianchen flashed his sword behind his head, and the Haoran Yangwu Sword floated up. Even if it was not unsheathed, the sharp and cold breath was not something that those ghosts could withstand. The ghosts screamed and howled fiercely, and retreated like a tide. Look,
The eyes that Chen Jianchen looked at were filled with fear and shrinkage.
Although their intelligence has been wiped out, their remaining instincts are even more evasive to righteousness.
Chen Jianchen saw a stone placed on the east side of the street, so he walked over and sat down on the ground. In the distance, there was still some green phosphorescent light, and the shuttles couldn't move away, as if they were watching.
Gotta get it!
There was a loud sound of horse hooves, and a team composed of hundreds of Yin horses rushed in, leading a flag and unfurling a City God's flag to indicate that the visitor was the City God of Jiangzhou Yinsi.
At this time, all the local ghosts were unable to escape. In front of the City God, they were like ants, and they were ant people.
From this it can be seen that the official power of the Yinsi is also easy to use.
There are bull heads and horse faces in the team, black and white, all kinds of monsters, monsters, and snakes. They all look strong and strong. Although they don't look as good as the well-trained Yin soldiers, and the equipment is uneven and disorganized, at least they seem to have the same combat effectiveness.
Not bad.
Arriving in front of Chen Jianchen, Wang Chenghuang hurriedly got off his horse and came to greet him.
Chen Jianchen's eyes were indifferent, he scanned the team and asked: "Everyone is here?"
Wang Chenghuang replied: "Everyone who can fight has been transferred here."
"Okay, just stick to the original plan."
Taking long strides, wherever he went, the ghosts moved out of the way. Chen Jianchen climbed directly into a black sedan, carried by two ghost servants.
"Set off!"
Wang Chenghuang gave an order and the team turned around and headed west out of the city.
The march of Yinsi is light and strange, as if it ignores the weight of space and is extremely fast. Sitting in the sedan chair, Chen Jianchen feels like he is flying, as if he is floating in the clouds.
He closed his eyes and rested his mind. At such a moment, he felt relaxed and devoted himself to practicing the "Sanli Zhenzhang". It was not a sharpening of skills in battle, but a habit that was deeply rooted in his bones.
To this day, Chen Jianchen has a vague feeling in his heart that perhaps after this battle, his righteousness cultivation can break through the bottleneck and enter the mysterious realm of "making meritorious deeds".
This step is very important.
If the meritorious service is completed, the righteousness can be released, condensed and formed, tangible and qualitative, which means that the representative Haoran Yangwu Sword can be materialized, which is worth looking forward to. In addition, the physical and spiritual aspects of the sword can be realized.
The combination will be further harmonious, and when you enter the underworld, you don't even need to separate the two, you can just break in directly.
This state is like a monk with advanced cultivation. When they enter the underworld, they don't need the help of magic weapons or magic weapons at all. They can directly use magic power to break open the space and break in.
Wang Chenghuang was riding a tall horse, leading the way. As he was galloping, he couldn't help but secretly look back at the sedan behind him, thinking to himself: With the young master in charge, this battle is almost certain!
He had personally seen Chen Jianchen's power. Even the original Judge Wu was as vulnerable as a chicken or a dog in the face of righteousness. No matter how powerful Hou Qing became, he could not be his opponent.
After Hou Qing was killed, the entire Jiangzhou was impregnable, and there were no more unstable factors. Wang Chenghuang's position was naturally extremely secure. Then he thought of Judge Wu who had been stolen and turned into a phoenix. After many days of training, now
It's almost as if the fake thing is the real thing. Soon I will go back to the City of Wasted Death to resume my life.
Wang Chenghuang is confident that even in front of the Tenth Palace King Yama, the inner ghost and house monster will not reveal any flaws.
Nowadays, each other is a grasshopper on the same line, and there is no room for Wang Chenghuang not to be dissatisfied. Don't forget, Chen Jianchen's ghost-fighting skills have always been on his heart. With this control, Wang Chenghuang will not have any dissatisfaction.
He didn't dare to get up, so he had to follow Chen Jianchen.
About half an hour later, the team suddenly stopped. It turned out that they had arrived at a plain, where ghosts gathered, as if they were holding some kind of show, with lights and colors, singing and dancing.
Ghosts are celebrating. This in itself makes people feel a bit incredible, and the scene looks extremely ghostly.
Wang Chenghuang frowned, his heart brightened, and he sneered and said to himself: "Now that things have come to this, Hou Qing, you still want to play this little trick with me, it is really an unforgivable crime."
He waved his hand and shouted: "Kill!"
After giving the order, the two small teams of ghost agents immediately rushed out with weapons in hand.
boom!
The plain disappeared, the ghosts disappeared, and the original scene changed. The towering black mountain was not far in front of us, but at the foot of the mountain path, a white wall of bones more than ten feet high blocked the way.
"On this basis, do you want to stop the crusade led by this city god himself? Give it to me!"
Wang Chenghuang came with great fanfare, under the banner of "crusade", and was fearless. Anyway, the two sides only showed strength, and all the dignity and affection were torn off.
Crackling...
All kinds of weapon attacks rained down on the bone wall. Unexpectedly, it didn't move at all and couldn't even open a hole. Wang Chenghuang was heartbroken and took action himself, opening his mouth and flying out a small hammer.
The hammer grew bigger in response to the wind, preferably as big as a basket, and hit the bone wall hard with a loud sound. Wang Chenghuang's heart trembled, and he was faintly shaken by the force of the counterattack, but the bone wall still did not move.
Like a mountain.
Is it possible that my side came with murderous intent and returned defeated in front of such a wall of bones? After this matter spreads out, I am afraid that I will become a laughing stock and everyone will desert me.
The demons and monsters under his command were almost halfway up at this moment, showing off their abilities and attacking the bone wall. Unfortunately, most of their efforts were in vain, and the scene was very unbearable.
Wang Chenghuang gritted his teeth and made up his mind. Even if he risked his life, he would smash the bone wall, otherwise his prestige would be gone. He was just worried about the fifteen buckets, and he was even more worried about hitting with all his strength.
You can't even shake the bone wall. If you look like that, you will really lose your face.
"Let me do it!"
Chen Jianchen's voice came from behind, calm and indifferent. He got off the sedan and walked to the bone wall. He looked at it for a long time, and with a flick of his hand, there was an extra pen.
Wang Chenghuang's pupils tightened, and he shouted in his heart: Pen, the young master showed his mysterious pen!
Wang Chenghuang had heard about Chen Jianchen's magical writing brush a long time ago. At that time, he had doubted whether the other person's pen was the one that had long been legendary in the underworld. But when he thought about it, he felt a little weird.
It's incredible, after all, they are so unrelated to each other that it's difficult to get together in detail.
Later, in the process of dealing with Judge Wu, Chen Jianchen suddenly launched an attack, relying on the power of that pen. Unfortunately, the incident happened suddenly at that time. Wang Chenghuang was confused for a while and didn't know how to make a decision, so he didn't pay much attention at that time.
, too late to take a closer look. Now is a good opportunity.
If the pen in Chen Jianchen's hands is really that one, then the matter is so extraordinary that it can be described as earth-shattering, and the Yinsi may change the world from now on...
At that moment, Wang Chenghuang opened his eyes wide and stared nervously at the pen in Chen Jianchen's hand——
Huh!
He couldn't help but exhale softly in surprise.
It turned out that no matter how carefully and attentively he looked, he could not clearly see the specific appearance of the pen. It was like looking at flowers in the fog, always separated by a layer of haze.
How is this going?
Wang Chenghuang used his magic power in disbelief and wanted to see it more clearly. Unexpectedly, where his eyes were, there was a dazzling blue light. He was immediately stimulated to tears and quickly turned his head away.
sharp!
He knew how powerful he was and no longer dared to show off, but the doubts in his heart became stronger and stronger, and his heart was beating wildly.
"Sir, this bone wall is extremely solid..."
Wang Chenghuang did not dare to ask directly, so he could only make insinuations.
Chen Jianchen said: "It is indeed very strong."
Wang Chenghuang asked: "Do you want to break it open with a pen?"
Chen Jianchen shook his head: "No, I just want to write a word on the bone wall."
Wang Chenghuang's eyes bulged, and he was immediately relieved: Scholars use pen and ink to express their emotions and aspirations. The pen itself does not actually have much meaning. What is important is what is written through the pen. The so-called straight writing can write for the ages and record merits.
.Textual content is where the real power lies.
He could understand that the demons and ghosts under his command did not know why, and they all stretched their necks to look. It depends on how Chen Jianchen behaves, what is the use of writing on the bone wall, and what kind of words will be written.
Chen Jianchen did not think for too long, and he was so blessed that he raised his pen and the pen moved like a dragon and a snake. The ink on the head of the evil-warming pen seemed to never dry up. Although he entered the world of souls and gods, the pen tip was as clear as new, and the ink dripped into a big character:
"dismantle!"
Once the pen and ink were completed, the seemingly indestructible wall of bones immediately collapsed and turned into countless messy bones, covering the ground.