red man

Chapter 270

"Cassock to subdue demons, cassocks to subdue demons, cassocks to subdue demons..."

His Majesty the King repeatedly chanted the "Cassock to subdue demons", and the whole person fell into a kind of madness, "How dare you, how dare you, is there no real exercise of yours in Dizang? How dare you? How dare you? How dare you-"

Several monks clasped their hands together and did not respond.

"If you don't speak, you know you are wrong!"

The sage was overjoyed immediately, and his face was horrifying, "As a teacher, I will punish you to face the wall and think about your mistakes! To comprehend the methods of other schools without authorization, this is an act of betraying the teacher!"

boom!
A stone wall rose from the ground, and several monks closed their eyes and sat cross-legged, and then, they really started to face the wall and think about their mistakes.

On the second day, several monks were frowning with hunger, when a monk smelled the aroma of rice, but found that it was not the aroma of rice in the local paradise.

It was on Huangquan Road in the underworld, an old woman was making zongzi with her own hands.

The reed leaves are clean and boiled. After wrapping the zongzi, the old woman threw the zongzi into the underworld, saying, "My son, I made you a zongzi for your mother. You are in the water." , don’t want to eat people.”

The water in the yellow spring was splashing, and one tail of the golden-armored crocodile splashed water for dozens of miles. In the depths of hell, a huge crocodile covered in wounds said, "My mother, you always want to commute my sentence~ ~"

The old lady didn't talk nonsense to the crocodile, but continued to make rice dumplings. If there were more rice dumplings and the crocodile was full, naturally it would not be greedy for other people's corpses.

It's just that in this situation, how can the underworld have so much rations to make rice dumplings for the old lady, as the saying goes, "It's hard for a clever woman to cook without rice", when the incense is cut off, naturally there will be a lot less food.

The old woman mixed red beans for a while, mung beans for a while, and occasionally jujubes, candied dates, bacon, etc., and the variety became more and more abundant.

The golden-armored crocodile used to like to eat white rice dumplings, but the messy ones didn't suit his taste, and he ate too much, the big crocodile also asked in the depths of hell: "My mother, why do rice dumplings have so many tricks? I like to eat white rice dumplings!"

"Silly boy, beans are expensive this year."

"Hey! Miscellaneous grains will be expensive one day!"

Hearing my mother say that beans are expensive, the big crocodiles fighting fiercely in the depths of hell are suddenly very proud. My mother treats me really well, and I always pick up expensive ones if I have food.

Above the sky, outside the city of Yan Luo, the battle between the two great powers has become more and more fierce.

After the passage to the underworld is closed, it will be more difficult to get some food.

The old woman was a little anxious, and when she saw a little black dog scurrying over to rest, she asked, "Puppy, puppy, do you still have food at home?"

The dog was so tired that he stuck out his tongue and drooped his head. Seeing that the old woman looked familiar, he said: "Old Madam, the army is in chaos, and the landlord's house has no food left."

"If there is no food, what should we do?"

"If there is no food, just grow it."

After Gouzi said, the wind and thunder rose again, and he rushed towards a gap in hell, barking wildly.

After the dog had gone far away, the old woman's eyes lit up, and she said, "It's true, if you don't have food, you might as well grow it yourself."

She thought that she lived by the river and lived to be a hundred years old for her own consumption. No matter how bad this hell is, there will always be a chance for billions of dead spirits to exist.

So she found a handful of millet, found a place, and lit a few.

It's a pity that there is no life in the underworld, and the land is extremely desolate. Even if there are lush green areas, it is mostly related to magical powers and magic weapons, not really full of vitality.

However, the old woman didn't care about it, and thought, as long as there are living things in this underworld, they can feed things.

After thinking about it, isn't the biggest living thing the "Red Hero Juren" who beat the sky and the earth dark outside Yan Luo City?

At this time, Wei Hao had been killing for a day and a night, and millions of ghosts were beaten to death by him. Those who were unlucky would turn into pugs. As long as the crows sounded, they would be taken away.

In this scene, densely packed white crows can be seen everywhere, staring at the battlefield, always ready to pick up dead ghosts.

There are even some white crows that don't make any sound at all. Whether it opens its mouth to call or flaps its wings, there is no sound at all.

But if ghosts die and turn into "xi" in the battlefield, they will rush out and take them away quickly.

Under the heavy reward of "Zhu Yan", countless big ghosts want to fight for a promising future and become a prince after the "change of dynasty" in the underworld!
It's a pity that after fighting with Wei Hao for a day and a night, not to mention the loss of troops, Wei Daxiang didn't even show any signs of sweating.

Wei Hao, who became more and more courageous as he fought, even broke through eight big formations in a row, non-stop day and night, becoming more and more courageous as he fought.

dong dong dong dong dong...

The dense drums sounded again. This time, King Yan Luo set up the "Eighteen Hells Formation", with the eighteen great hells as the eyes of the formation. Entering this formation, fighting one general is like fighting eighteen generals. Right in the underworld, the continuous input of Yin Qi and death Qi made the formation extremely powerful.

In the afternoon of the second day of the battle, the situation in the sky changed again. Wei Hao discovered that the "Eighteen Hell Formation" actually had "array spirits" born from the eyes of the eighteen formations.

In other words, the current temporary formation is already like a magic weapon, and it is also a magic weapon for the birth of a spirit weapon.

"Ah……"

Wei Hao has not been tired until now, even if he is not tired, people always have to sleep, but he has not slept for a long time.

Perhaps only four or five days had passed in the mortal world, but in the underworld, he really lived like a year.

Fortunately, Emperor Fengdu's eyelids had an almost infinite "martyr's arrogance", which could also support his terrifying style of play.

"Too bad I can't invoke 'Martyr's Rise' on more cloaks yet."

The volume is large and the utilization rate is not high.

Wei Hao guessed that it might have something to do with his own strength realm.

Perhaps, after Chunwei passed the customs, there should be progress.

As soon as he took a breath, another army of tens of thousands came, all of them were drowning ghosts, rolling up the Yellow Spring, jumping and cheering in it like a sea monster.

"Wei Juren, Wei Juren..."

When Wei Hao was about to continue the fight, he suddenly heard someone shouting in the distance.

"Ok?"

Wei Hao listened attentively, and fought with the drowning ghost first, just like a tiger entering a herd of sheep, killing it first.

"Wei Juren, Wei Juren..."

Soon, after Wei Hao killed several water ghost kings, he followed the voice and finally found an old woman.

After Wei Hao saw it, he was stunned: "Why is the old lady here?!"

However, when he found that the two sides were separated by thousands of miles, Wei Hao felt relieved again, and asked again: "Why did the old lady call Wei?!"

Another slash, after chopping off hundreds of water ghosts' heads, a whip whipped suddenly, and [-]% of the souls were scattered on the spot, and the souls re-gathered elsewhere in the underworld.

For the remaining [-]%, the luck was much worse, and they died and turned into 聻.

Immediately after crows croaked one after another, streams of white light appeared, snatching Di from the battlefield.

It's useless to let those crows cry and cry, and they can't resist those white crows at all.

"Wei Juren, the old woman wants to grow some food, but the land in the underworld is too thin and thin, and needs Yang Qi to reconcile it. I wonder if Wei Juren can help?"

"So that's how it is. Old Madam, it's a trivial matter!"

After all, Wei Hao erupted with an astonishing "martyr's arrogance", condensing a cloud of blue flames, Wei Hao threw it over, turned his head and continued to fight, and at the same time, Wei Hao said, "This is the 'martyr's arrogance', Tianke ghosts , Mrs. Madam, use it carefully."

"Hey!"

The old woman was overjoyed when she saw this, nodded repeatedly, and then opened up a few acres of land at the entrance of hell. The ground here is like rocks, and the rocks are like burning coals. It doesn't look like a place for farming.

But the old lady was very thoughtful. She took the washing board hammer that she used to use in starching and doing work, and knocked the several acres of land that had been opened up until it was smashed.

Rocks become stones, stones become stones, stones become sand, and sands become soil...

Then Wei Hao gave a group of "martyr's arrogance" to burn the rocky soil, and after pouring it with yellow spring water, it finally turned into soil.

This scene surprised Wei Hao who had killed seven people and seven people in the "Eighteen Hell Formation". The old lady really had an idea to grow food in the underworld.

"Old lady, what are you doing?"

A little swallow in the sky thought it was interesting, lowered its head from the cloud, and asked in the fields.

"My big boy has a big appetite, so I have to grow some food to feed him."

I saw the old woman slowly sowing seeds in the field that had just been cleared up. She was walking backwards when sowing seeds in the field, but when she sowed a handful of seeds, a green sprout appeared in the field.

Ever since, a very miraculous scene appeared.

Every time the old woman takes a step back, there will be a foot of green shoots in the field.

One step at a time, one step at a time, and so on, at the entrance of hell, the greenery is really flourishing for the first time.

Seeing this scene, many starving ghosts were immediately ecstatic, and rushed to the mouth of hell, screaming and roaring, as if they were out of control, going crazy, no longer caring about the axes and axes of the jailers and ghost soldiers.

As for the vigor of the black bird and the black dog, they naturally didn't take it seriously.

Fortunately, the golden-armored crocodile was huge in stature, even if its skin was torn apart, it still blocked many evil spirits back.

However, this crazy scene still made the big crocodile very curious: "My mother, why are these evil spirits so dazed that they want to rush out without thinking about anything? They are all screaming for something to eat. My mother, you What have you prepared for me? Let these evil spirits be greedy."

"My son, your stomach is too big. You are farming land for your mother so that you can have a full meal."

"Hey Hey Hey……"

The big crocodile was covered in blood, but it laughed happily.

The little swallow in the field was startled: "Golden Armored Crocodile King?!"

However, across the entrance of hell, the golden-armored crocodile king couldn't hear Yan Xuanxin's words. It could talk to the old woman purely because the old woman was the adoptive mother who recreated it.

The golden-armored crocodile king was able to correct evil and return to righteousness, and he honestly served his sentence in hell without asking how the sentence was, precisely because of such a good deed of "Floating Mother Feeds".

Now the Golden Armored Crocodile King can resolutely help Wei Hao regardless of whether the punishment will be increased or not, which is quite commendable.

Prisoners in the Sealed Hell will be punished all the time.

Even if the golden-armored crocodile king blocks the entrance to hell, his body will still be "cut into pieces".

"My mother, how much land have you planted?"

"No more, no less, four hundred acres of land."

"What do you do so much?"

"You silly child, spring, summer, autumn and winter, a ration of one hundred acres a season, you have a stomach, you always want it?"

"Hey Hey Hey……"

There was another silly laugh, and Yan Xuanxin, who was resting in the field, suddenly found that the rice grains were growing very fast, and within a short time, they were only two feet high.

By the next day, these rice grains actually started to ear.

When the rice flowers were fragrant, countless birds, beasts and dead spirits gathered here.

The sparrows were chirping, the mice were rustling, and none of them stopped.

It's a pity that you can't see it, because the "martyr's arrogance" is mixed in it, and the blue fireworks really make ghosts startled and scared.

Seeing that there were a lot of sparrows, the old woman smiled and said, "I can't give you the grain for the first crop. My big one is worth one hundred and eighty thousand of you. When he is full, he will take the seeds." , and the rest, it’s okay to give it to you.”

Chirp chirp chirp...

Cha Cha Cha Cha Cha Cha...

Thousands of sparrows and birds suddenly cheered, is there such a beautiful thing?

That's great!

"But, the old woman's four hundred acres of land are all dependent on the 'martyr's arrogance' given by Wei Juren. I don't know how many times I can use it."

Chirp, chirp, chirp! !

The sparrows suddenly panicked and flew up overwhelmingly. They called their friends and greeted countless little sparrows, and all of them poured into the "Eighteen Hell Formation".

At this moment, Wei Hao has already fought with the formation spirits of the "Eighteen Hell Formation".

Each of the eighteen formation spirits has magical powers and changes, and their strength is quite astonishing. The most important thing is that even if they are killed, as long as the formation remains unchanged, they can still be reunited.

Just when Wei Hao was about to use the "Heavenly Blessed Flowing Light Suppressing Soul Seal", he heard a fluttering sound, and the blackness was like a change in the situation when the heavy rain poured down. Before he could see clearly, hundreds of thousands of sparrows directly bumped into the " Eighteen Hell Arrays".

There is no skill, it is purely a collision of souls, one or two can't tell anything, but hundreds of thousands of them suddenly come, and the "Eighteen Hell Formation" unexpectedly lags behind slightly.

The formation itself was not substantially harmed by being caught off guard, but it was because of being caught off guard that the ghost general who presided over the formation was a little confused.

Wei Hao seized this loophole, and after hacking to death a formation spirit, he immediately replaced with Xijiao lance, and pierced a hell formation eye with one lance.

"Eighteen hell formations", eighteen formation eyes, seem to be extremely strong, but in fact they are like a boat connected by iron chains. If one formation eye is destroyed, it is extremely difficult to maintain the balance of the remaining seventeen.

Sure enough, death and yin qi overflowed uncontrollably, and after a while, Wei Hao beat the ghostly soldiers and horses in the formation to pieces.

Just as he was about to burst out laughing in a hearty victory, he heard someone laughing earlier than him.

"Oh, my son, our family is going to have a bumper harvest this time..."

"My mother, but is it true?"

"More real than real gold."

"Ah ha ha ha ha ha ha……"

Wei Hao could hear the hearty laughter of the golden-armored crocodile king clearly, but in the desert of the Ksitigarbha Kingdom, in a paradise, the monks were still starving.

But they saw the behavior of the old woman in the underworld all the way, and couldn't help but feel a lot of emotion: "It's good, it's good..."

"Where there is a will, there is a way."

"Brothers and brothers, why don't we follow the example of Piao Mu and open up wasteland and cultivate land?"

"good."

"Great goodness."

Ever since, these monks who were starving in the Paradise used their hands as plows to open up wasteland and sweat.

In the Paradise, His Majesty the King crazily cursed that they were wishful thinking...

(End of this chapter)