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Chapter 110 The Great War Begins
Guan Yu interrupted: "You said that if you die here, you will enter reincarnation?"

Chu Yun said: "Yes, reincarnation is closed, and if you die in the underworld, you will really return to heaven and earth. Only when you are killed by the eyes of the sky or die in this fairy artifact will you enter the channel of reincarnation."

"But whether it's true or not, we don't know."

"He's right." The bitter woman continued, "Many people want to leave the underworld and reincarnate, they just need to be hacked to death by the eyes of the sky or commit suicide here."

"After all, how many people can persist in such a fearful life."

"Benefactor Wang, life is worse than death." The burly monk holding a nine-toothed rake said, "Whether it is the eye of the sky or the celestial weapon, they are all foreign things. This world is already sick. Why don't you join my teaching and unify the underworld? Re-establish the order that belongs to the underworld."

Before the woman could speak, Guan Yu let out a sneer: "Unify the underworld?"

"You monks are also worthy?"

"Don't think that a certain family doesn't know about your Dusheng sect. The name is Dusheng. In fact, you only dare to hide in the boundless hell to live. You are not qualified to unify the underworld."

"Amitabha!"

Facing Guan Yu's ridicule, they were not angry. Monk Chen Yuan smiled instead: "Guan Dijun may have misunderstood the philosophy of our Dusheng Sect. As the saying goes, hell is not empty, and you will never become a Buddha."

"The realm of my Buddha can only cover the boundless hell. After leaving the boundless hell, the magic power of the poor monk and others will be greatly reduced, and they will be powerless if they want to save their lives."

"I heard that the emperor was recognized by Empress Empress Dowager as the Great Emperor of Dongyue, known as the Underworld, orthodox in the underworld. He destroyed a ghost king in a short period of time. In comparison, the poor monk is extremely ashamed."

"Ashamed?"

"You know it yourself."

Guan Yu snorted coldly: "I just hope that you will be more sensible, stay in the boundless hell honestly, and don't make some unreasonable ideas. Otherwise, don't blame Guan for being unreasonable."

Regarding the forces in the underworld, Guan Yu had already sent someone to investigate clearly.

Now two of the top ten ghost kings who have mastered the top ten artifacts of the underworld have been eliminated, and the bitter-looking woman in front of him is the only ghost king among them who is erratic.

Holding Granny Meng's Wangyou Bowl, she didn't form her own power.On the contrary, because of the Wangyou Bowl, he can easily pass the punishment of Tianyan.

He was wondering if he should take this opportunity to kill her and take back the Wangyou Bowl.

But seeing the four monks on one side, Guan Yu dispelled this idea. The leading monk Chen Yuan should be one of the two great Buddhas of the Dusheng sect, the half-step ghost emperor.

Coupled with the three ghost kings around him, Guan Yu felt that he had little chance of winning.

After all, he didn't have any magic weapon in his hand, so he could break through the realm of the ghost king, and he had to rely on the luck of the underworld.

If he really did something to Kuxiangnv, the young Taoist priest on the side would not watch, as long as he dared to do something, he might be surrounded by six people.

Taoist Chuyun, he had heard of, was the owner of Zhong Kui's ghost-slaying sword.

"It's coming, everyone is still ready to fight."

Chu Yun pulled out the ghost-slaying sword behind his back, and stared at the black mist within three feet around him.

"Quack quack..."

A loud voice came from the black mist.

Immediately afterwards, several monsters with strange shapes flew out of the black mist, Taoist Chuyun reminded: "Emperor, these are all demons transformed by hellish energy, every time you kill a demon, the surrounding black mist will fade One trace, only by clearing all the demons in this space can this catastrophe be passed."

Guan Yu's eyes were tightly closed, and he held the Qinglong Yanyue Knife tightly in his hand. With his eyes closed, he could easily sense the position of every demon around him.

Wielding the big knife, he slashed hard at the black mist in one direction, and the black mist was immediately cut into a vacuum zone several meters long by the knife.

A monster with fangs and sharp mouth was split into two sections by his knife, and gradually dissipated in the air, and a stream of clear air merged into the black mist.

Guan Yu secretly said: If these monsters have this kind of strength, it will not be difficult for me.

But looking at the endless numbers, Guan Yu felt tired.

When will this be called?

Really, how long has he been here, with the eyes of the sky, and the catastrophe, he already wants to reincarnate.

The underworld is really too messy.

In a blink of an eye, another demon died in his hands.

Look at other people.

I saw everyone showing their means.

Taoist Priest Chuyun holds Zhong Kui's ghost-slaying sword, and any monster touched by the sword is like cutting vegetables, and each sword is a cutie.

The bitter-looking woman held the Wangyou bowl in both hands, paused for a moment, reached out and grabbed into the bowl, and a large number of clear water droplets were thrown towards the charging monster by her.

When the monster touched the water drop, the crazy monster suddenly became quiet, stared blankly, and was dealt with by the woman one by one while standing still.

Look at the monk again.

Monk Chenyuan dismounted from his white horse, sat on the ground and began to chant scriptures. All the monsters that approached stood in place and struggled, and the murderous aura in their blood-red eyes couldn't stop leaking out.

Time passed little by little.

The blood-red eyes of those monsters faded away, imitating the appearance of the monk Chen Yuan, clasped his hands together, and dissipated into the air little by little.

The other three monks fought very violently.

All monsters who dare to approach are served by their sticks.

Compared with Monk Chen Yuan, he was not even a little bit worse.

……

"I'm going, you bad old man, we seem to have been beaten by the crowd!"

On the Zhuolu battlefield, Lin Mo and Lin Mo were planning to retreat to the edge, but they didn't expect to be beaten by the crowd.

Lin Mo stared at everyone vigilantly, "Old man, are they your enemies?"

"Ah."

Zhang Xilin did not deny it.

"Zhang Huaiyi, we finally found you, let's see where you escape this time!"

"Zhang Huaiyi?" Lin Mo asked in surprise, "Isn't your name Zhang Xilin?"

I quickly realized that I used a pseudonym.

This little old man is very bad.

"Ahem, ahem... I am used to using the trumpet."

Zhang Huaiyi coughed, and said: "Little brother, don't worry, they were all defeated by me before they were alive, there is nothing to be afraid of, you retreat first, and I will go find you after I finish cleaning them up."

Lin Mo deeply suspected that he was pretending.

Judging from this posture, maybe it is really what he said.

These people are all his defeats.

But with such a large group of people, can this little old man really stand up?

Also, Zhang Huaiyi, he felt like he had heard this name before.

"Zhang Huaiyi...Zhang Huaiyi..."

Suddenly, Lin Mo remembered that Zhang Huaiyi was the creator of the source of energy among the 36 thieves.

It can't be such a coincidence, can it? !
"Fire Palm!"

A cloud of faint blue flames wrapped in the palm of one of them, staring at Zhang Huaiyi with hatred and shouting: "The hatred of exterminating the family is irreconcilable!"

"Zhang Huaiyi, die!"

Zhang Huaiyi said speechlessly: "I remember you, the successor of the Lieyang Martial Arts School. In the Qing Dynasty, the Lieyang Master relied on his Lieyang Palm to beat all invincible opponents in the world. In his later years, he established a martial arts gym in a small town."

"Because the difficulty of cultivating Lieyang Palm is too high, you are the only one left in the martial arts gym of your generation. The old man was seriously injured when he was young. When he came to that small town, you couldn't help tempting him to attack him."

"So in the final analysis, the destruction of your Lieyang Martial Arts Hall is your responsibility alone, and I don't blame the old man."

Other people who temporarily formed a team to besiege Zhang Huaiyi showed expressions of contempt.

Just now, when I heard him shouting revenge for destroying the sect, I thought that Zhang Huaiyi had really exterminated his sect, and I dare say that he is the only one left when his sect has been passed down to this generation.

Killing him is equivalent to destroying a sect.

"I fought with you!"

The opponent became angry from embarrassment, and immediately attacked.

Palms with faint blue flames kept slapping Zhang Huaiyi, but he easily dodged them one by one.

"Hmph, do you really think this old man has no temper?"

Zhang Huaiyi sneered, and the faint blue lightning danced in the air.

The last stroke of the palm thunder slapped the opponent's head, and Lei Fa exploded in his mind. The core of the spirit body lies in the origin of the mind, and if the origin is scattered, it will be wiped out...

A trace of true spirit fell into the bottom, and this scene was seen by Lin Mo.

He felt a trace of the power of reincarnation.

Looking at Zhang Huaiyi, who was getting more and more courageous in the battle, his spear was propped on the ground, while Lin Mo stayed aside to watch the show.

He had no intention of going up to help at all.

Squinting his eyes, Zhang Huaiyi had more than one opponent, but he didn't see any lack of stamina.

In Lin Mo's impression, the spirit body is like a flame, which provides endless fuel for the flame by absorbing the surrounding ghost energy.

A person's spark has an upper limit.

The flames of a wandering soul are only the size of a thumb, the flames of a ghost soldier are the size of a fist, the flames of a fierce ghost are the size of a human head, and the flames of a ghost general spread all over the body. The size of the flame before death determines the upper limit of the flame.

Generally speaking, below the ghost king, all the power consumed comes from their own flames.

As for the realm of the ghost king, it is not so much the realm, but rather the use of the power of the artifact, which can lift the upper limit of the spirit body and flames.

The flames are equivalent to the amount of mana, and the ghost king can quickly absorb the surrounding ghost energy during the battle, so as to last for a long time.

(End of this chapter)