Heavens Unlimited Play

Chapter 179 The Gap between the Two Realms
The world was dark, and a few crows passed by from time to time in the forest, squawking and emitting an ominous atmosphere.

Xia Wuji and Yan Chixia did not return to the city, but stayed in Lanruo Temple.

As for the reason, it was because of the Montenegrin old demon.

After getting rid of the dryad's grandmother, the old black mountain demon once appeared, threatening to kill Xia Wuji and Yan Chixia tonight.

The black mountain old demon's cultivation base is unpredictable, and there are countless ghost generals and soldiers under his command.Therefore, Xia Wuji and Yan Chixia did not dare to go to densely populated places, otherwise, if they fought, they would very likely hurt innocent people and turn the world into purgatory.

At this time, Yan Chixia was recuperating her mind and preparing for the next big battle.

And Xia Wuji sat in a large hall, absorbing the power of the demon pill.

This demon pill contains the tree demon grandma's millennium skill, and it will take a while to fully digest it.

In the process of absorbing the demon pill, frightening scenes kept appearing in his mind, there were dense bones, piles of corpses, dripping blood, and countless bleeding from the seven orifices. Come on yourself.

This tree demon grandmother killed too much, absorbed too much blood and food, and her demon core was also mixed with countless resentments.

Ordinary people who absorb this millennium demon pill, either their bodies can't bear the vast and surging power explode and die, or they become lunatics and fools.

Fortunately, Xia Wuji was not afraid of either.

His mind was concentrated, and his spiritual power turned into a magic knife, slashing left and right, and quickly dissipated countless illusions.

However, this illusion is quite troublesome and needs to be guarded from time to time, which greatly reduces the speed at which Xia Wuji absorbs the demon pill.

He simply mobilized his mental superpowers to fully stimulate the resentment in the demon core, and then quickly defeated it.

It took half an hour to finally clear all these grievances.

"Huh? There is another illusion, no, it should be the memory of the dryad's grandmother. Go in and have a look, it's like watching a movie and relaxing."

Xia Wuji saw another phantom, but this portrait did not have the slightest grudge, but a memory hidden in the deepest part of the tree demon's grandmother.

As soon as his mind moved, a ray of consciousness entered the illusion.

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Thousands of years ago, there was no Lanruo Temple here at all, but a mountain forest.

One day, an old monk and a young monk came.

They built a shelter here and asked someone to make a clay sculpture.

The little monk is young and has no relatives or friends. His master is strict and taciturn, and he can't beat a fart with three sticks.

The little monk couldn't find anyone to talk to, so he planted a sapling, and he often chanted scriptures and Buddhas next to the sapling, or told some children's thoughts, and stayed with him day and night.

Later, the old monk died of illness, the young monk became a great monk, and the sapling gradually grew into a small tree.

The little tree absorbed the essence of the sun and the moon, listening to the chanting of Buddhist scriptures, there was a bit of aura.

After a while, a group of monks came.They overturned the original earthen temple, felled it day and night, and built the Nuoda Lanruo Temple with the surrounding trees.

Under the protection of the little monk, the little tree survived and was only used as a landscape in the temple.

This temple was built, and the incense was flourishing, attracting guests from a radius of hundreds of miles.

However, the temple, which was originally peaceful and peaceful, became more bloody at some point.

The little monk was still the same as before, sitting by the small tree, chanting scriptures and chanting Buddha, but he had a sad face and was no longer innocent.

He moaned all day long, sometimes arguing with other monks in the temple, but he was often beaten with bruised nose and face, sitting under a small tree and weeping.

Occasionally, a monk would carry the body of a pilgrim and bury it under a big tree.

I don't know how he died, but his face was ferocious, and he died with a heavy resentment.

And Xiaoshu got the essence and blood, and it has been a long time, and he has a hazy consciousness.

It doesn't have much concept of good and evil, but it likes the monks in the temple, because these monks always bury the corpse nearby to make it stronger.

Until one day, a dead body was brought over.

But this time, Xiaoshu couldn't be happier anymore.

This corpse is also a monk, the little monk who grew up with it, chanting scriptures and Buddha, and telling his thoughts.

For the first time, it feels negative emotions such as "sadness", "pain", and "hate", but it is powerless and can't do anything.

Ten years later, this place has become a mass grave, and the small tree has grown into a towering tree.

It also has the ability to gradually turn all the monks of the year into blood food, never to be reborn.

But the little monk never came back.

Later, several groups of monks came one after another to live in Lanruo Temple, constantly repairing it, and constantly reducing it to blood.

Finally, Lanruo Temple's reputation of being haunted gradually spread far and wide, and it fell into disrepair.

There are no more monks and little trees here, only the tree demon grandma and its countless female ghosts.

……

"Oh, it's really an old story."

Xia Wuji shook his head, chuckled, and continued to practice.

However, he finally understood why there were so many monks' corpses hanging under the tree roots.

Time passed, and when it was almost midnight, Yan Chixia with a serious face found Xia Wuji and said, "I feel a huge ghost energy nearby, trying to break through the boundary between Yin and Yang, and enter the human world. The demon and his men are coming."

"where is it?"

"Follow me."

The two came to the mass grave again, and Yan Chixia pointed forward: "Look, the gap in the underworld has opened."

Xia Wuji followed the trend.

On the mass grave, a very tiny white gap appeared in the void.

The ghost generals and pawns of the underworld will enter the human world through this black gap.

"So tight? Can they come out?" Xia Wuji asked curiously.

"As the ghost general on the other side casts spells, the gap will become wider and wider." Yan Chixia said solemnly.

Sure enough, the gap was widening bit by bit.

Through this white gap, Xia Wuji could vaguely see the ghost generals and soldiers on the opposite side, all of them were full of ghostly spirits.

It may be because there are too many generals and soldiers who are about to enter and exit this gap, under their gloom, the gap is getting bigger and bigger, and it becomes pitch black.

"Too slow! Too slow! Let me do it!"

In that gap, came a heavy voice.

boom! !

Immediately afterwards, a jet of dark, thick Yin Qi slammed into the gap, showing no mercy.

There were bursts of crackling sounds in the air, and the cracks in the two worlds were filled, opened, torn, and expanded, and became this thick and thick Yin Qi shape.

"Haha, I'll help you too!"

puff!

Another yin qi was injected into it, this yin qi was longer and thicker!
Yin Qi like a dragon!

If I use an idiom to describe it, it would probably be - Double Dragon Out of the Hole! !

The crack in the underworld was completely torn apart in one fell swoop, and when the two streams of yin energy disappeared again, Xia Wuji could fully see the dark and dark people and horses in the underworld in the crack.

"Dare to offend Lord Montenegro, you are ready to die!"

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(End of this chapter)