All the ghosts and Yin soldiers in the first level of the Ghost Gate sensed the aura coming from the Ghost Tower, and they all knelt on the ground and let out low roars.
The ghost tower became even more formidable, and no one dared to challenge its authority.
It symbolizes a supreme power that makes people's hearts and minds surrender to it.
In the ghost tower, the ethereal female voice said with a hint of sigh: "You shouldn't be so persistent..."
"But I was like a fool, thinking that you were imprisoned in the first gate of the underworld, and wanted to rescue you..." Qing Yi's green gauze fluttered, her body was soft, but she also carried a bit of indescribable disappointment. .
"You wanted to save me, but why wasn't it him?" The breath in the ghost tower became even colder, bone-chilling, and said: "The person I wanted to wait for was him, but even after I died, he didn't come. My soul was taken away by someone, and he didn't come..."
"What if he comes now?" Feng Feiyun said.
"I will send him to hell with my own hands."
The voice in the ghost tower was full of coldness and hatred.
Suddenly, she made a sharp sound, and then a sharp claw flew out of the ghost tower, pinched Feng Feiyun's neck, lifted Feng Feiyun up from the ground, and said: "Who are you? Why does my body have an aura similar to his?"
Feng Feiyun only felt that his soul was being pinched by someone. Even the inner elixir of the Holy Spirit was suppressed tightly. The other party was like a towering mountain that could not be shaken at all.
"I am...I am his son."
Feng Feiyun gritted his teeth tightly, not flinching at all, nor was he intimidated by the opponent's momentum.
"What... son... son... haha... haha..." The woman in the ghost tower smiled even more gloomily, and her smile was even scarier. It was simply scarier than a female ghost standing behind you covered in blood. .
Feng Feiyun's bones made a "gurgle" sound, and in his mind he thought of the clear and elegant woman in Taoist robes he saw outside the Taoist temple and on the stone bridge in Qinglianling Mountain, and then thought of the sound coming from the ghost tower at this moment. It's hard to believe that this is the same person.
In the sky, there was lightning and thunder, and black clouds rolled in, filled with a murderous atmosphere.
All of this was just a celestial phenomenon caused by the mood change of the woman in the ghost tower.
When she gets angry, the sky will get angry too.
When she gets angry, God will punish her with disaster.
When she cries, everything becomes cloudy and rainy.
Qingyi said quickly: "Sister Qinglian, this matter has nothing to do with him, please let him go."
Master Yu's expression also changed and he said: "Saint Qinglian, this incident is all my fault. Ten thousand years ago, he compiled a book and asked me to bring it to you, but I forgot about it. "Every mistake is my fault and has nothing to do with that child."
Master Yu took out the letter from Feng Feiyun's father.
In the ghost tower, the laughter of the woman's voice turned into a bitter smile, into a sarcastic smile, saying: "A letter, a letter actually wants to send me away, haha, Wu Xingtian, you will inevitably I think it’s too lowly…”
The letter, before it was opened, turned into pieces and fell to the ground like white and sad butterflies.
The penetrating power of her voice was extremely terrifying, and the entire hell gate trembled. It was transmitted hundreds of millions of miles away, as if it could penetrate through layers of space and time and reach the man's ears.
Mr. Yu said sternly: "Wu Xingtian has died more than ten thousand years ago. You should not be worried about it anymore. He said that it was not necessarily because he was afraid that he would die, so he wrote a letter to you before he died. , and then let me leave it to you, you should not blame him, nor should you torture yourself like this..."
"He will die...he will die too." The voice in the ghost tower was already very cold, but it was also much calmer.
Perhaps she also regretted destroying the letter without reading it, but only she knew this.
Master Yu nodded and said: "I don't know what happened ten thousand years ago, but Wu Xingtian is indeed dead."
"Nonsense, you are trying to lie to me." A ghost hand flew out of the ghost tower and struck at Mr. Yu, knocking him to the ground. He vomited blood from his mouth and his old body was almost beaten to pieces.
But Mr. Yu didn't feel aggrieved, and he didn't even resist, because he felt that he deserved to be whipped, or even deserved to die, because he had harmed her. While coughing up blood, he said: "I didn't lie to you, this is the truth. ."
The woman in the ghost tower didn't seem to intend to kill Master Yu so easily, and said: "Since he is dead, whose son is this kid?"
"He is the heir born of the reincarnation of Wu Xingtian." Mr. Yu said.
"It's impossible. I'm guarding the door of hell, just waiting for the day he dies, waiting for his ghost to report to hell, but I have never seen him pass through, so how can he be reincarnated." In the ghost tower His voice was very angry.
Since he doesn't come to see me, I will wait at the gate of hell, waiting for his soul if I can't wait for him.
After he dies, he will always pass here.
Mr. Yu said: "If you know Wu Xingtian, you should know that he is a man with many friends, and one of his friends is a Buddhist holy monk."
"Buddha Canzi," said the woman in the ghost tower.
Mr. Yu said: "Taoists cultivate this life, and Buddhists cultivate the afterlife. Buddhist practitioners accumulate the cause and effect of this life and cultivate the 'evil power' of the next life. If my guess is correct, Buddha Canzi gave away his evil power of the next life." He, you should know that an accomplished monk like Fo Canzi can preserve his memory, and even some of his power and supernatural powers after reincarnation."
"This monk is becoming more and more stupid as he lives. He actually gave away all his evil power in the next life. It seems that his cultivation in this life was in vain, and he can only be a pig or dog in the next life." The woman in the ghost tower sneered. Laughing, he added: "Even if the stupid monk gave his afterlife to Wu Xingtian, he would have to go to hell for reincarnation, but he has never been there."
Mr. Yu frowned and said, "Maybe they used other methods. Besides, all of this is just my calculation and speculation. It may not be the truth. I just want to tell you that Wu Xingtian didn't mean it back then." If he wants to abandon you, why should you embarrass his heirs?"
After a pause, "If you want to kill, just kill me."
Master Yu felt extremely guilty and slowly closed his eyes.
Feng Feiyun's eyes were cold, staring at the ghost tower of white bones. Although he sympathized with the plight of the Qinglian Female Saint, he did not think that he could only be slaughtered by her.
Feng Feiyun also has a semi-holy talisman on his body, and he still has one last chance to use it.
"Bang." The semi-holy talisman shattered.
A surge of power emerged from Feng Feiyun's body, and white brilliance bloomed all over his body. He rushed out from the ghost's hand, summoned the Three Flavors True Furnace, and exploded with half-saint-level power.
Carrying a stove as big as a hill, he smashed it towards the ghost tower.
He is not timid even in the face of the Holy Spirit. The worst he can do is die in her hands and return with his corpse wrapped in his body.
"A small worm shakes a big tree, and it is not overestimating its own strength." A larger ghost hand stretched out from the ghost tower, blocking Feng Feiyun's semi-saint-level power, and then suppressed it.
This is an unshakable force, like a canopy of sky pressing down.
"Damn, this female ghost is too strong, let's run away."
The thatched turtle rides on the back of the holy fruit, like a fruit knight, stretching out a small claw to catch the falling wind and clouds.
But before its claws could catch Feng Feiyun, a ghost chain was clasped on the turtle shell, and then it was dragged into the ghost tower.
"Grandpa, second uncle..."
Sheng Shiguo wanted to escape, but his way was cut off and he was imprisoned.
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Feng Feiyun had never felt his weakness so clearly as he did just now. He was as weak as an ant. The other party could just stretch out a finger and crush him to death.
His vision was filled with darkness. Gradually, he seemed to see a ray of light flashing before his eyes. He heard the wail of a ghost, the sound of whips, the sound of knives and axes, the sound of blood flowing, and the tip of his nose changed. It smelled like blood.
He opened his eyes suddenly and found that he was imprisoned in a prison made of bones.
The white bones were engraved with ghost patterns. As soon as his fingers touched the white bones, those ghost patterns would emit a dazzling light and bounce his hand back, causing pain to his bones.
Not far away, many powerful ghosts were imprisoned, some were bound by iron chains, and some were imprisoned in bone prisons.
"I am the Tiangang Demon King of the Huoluan Demon Clan, and you just imprisoned me."
"I am the leader of the Piao Miao Divine Dynasty. I have a hundred thousand disciples. Who dares to ban me?"
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Some of these ghosts have dull expressions, some are yelling and screaming, and some appear to be very calm.
This should be the ghost tower. As expected, many ghosts of strong men are imprisoned here. It seems that the person who swallowed these ghosts is not the Impermanent Ghost Lord, but the Qinglian Female Saint.
This change is too big.
This is a woman, a woman who is the son of a close love and a woman who has been abandoned. They are basically two types of people.
The former is the stupidest, cutest, and gentlest woman in the world, while the latter is a creature more terrifying than a female ghost.
"Oh, my butt, my butt."
In the sky above a pool full of boiling blood, a turtle was locked with four ghost ropes, and the ghost ropes were trapped on its four paws.
It kept wailing, its body swaying on the ghost rope, like a salted fish hanging in the wind.
The Holy Fruit was locked in a cage and kept bumping against the cage, but it could not open the cage no matter what.
The blood dragon was suppressed at the bottom of the plasma pool. It screamed more ferociously than a turtle and greeted the entire family of Saint Qinglian hundreds of times.
"It's all my fault, it's all my fault..." Master Yu stood upright next to a black wall, his arms and feet were tied up with chains, the expression on his face was dull, and he just kept saying three words in his mouth Character.
Two ghost soldiers held whips and kept beating his old body.
I don’t know what kind of material the whip was made of, but it beat Mr. Yu’s body to a bloody pulp.
"Stop, I want to see the Green Lotus Saint, take me to see her..." Feng Feiyun gritted his teeth tightly, his eyes turned red, and the magic lines on his body appeared one after another.