The years when I created the ancient heaven

Zhongshan blessed land.

Top of the mountains.

This is a large-scale sacrificial ceremony, with howling winds and flying flags; there are incense burners burning blazingly, and the fireworks fill the sky; there are three animals and six animals, and spiritual fruit and fairy wine, enshrined on the high platform.

There are also Wuzhu priests, dancing frantically around the bonfire that is endless day and night; there are Butian disciples, showing strange monster bodies, twisting their bodies crazily with the drumbeat.

But above the high platform, Longjun Yinglong had already shown his original shape.

In the clouds and mist, a dragon body of unknown length kept tumbling and swimming. The white scales were only occasionally exposed, and there was a cold metallic light. There was a pair of wings, like dark clouds covering the sky, casting shadows.

There is also the continuous sound of the roar of the dragon, which turns into layers of sound waves and spreads across the four poles of the world.

That's right, if you taste the dragon's chant carefully, although you can't understand it, there is always a sense of sorrow and resentment in your heart, a bit like the mournful joy played by the suona and erhu during the funeral of a relative.

In addition, the sound of the dragon's roar, the shamanic dance, and even the incense and candle fireworks all carry an unconcealable sense of weakness.

It seems that it has been going on for a long, long time, and there is a sense of fatigue from the inside out, just a mechanical dance.

The fact is also true, the whole ceremony has been going on for six months since the altar was set up!

That was a full six months!
Non-stop day and night, even a group of monsters with amazing physiques are quite exhausted.

Especially those witches, they are basically old guys.

But they just didn't dare to stop, they didn't dare to stop when they were exhausted, they didn't look at the one in the sky, their voices were almost hoarse, didn't they stop? !
At this moment, Ying Long in the sky was also turning his body slightly, and his eyes locked on one place.

There, time seemed to slow down a bit, and Zhulong Longjun had already shown his figure.

His movements did not stop at all, and the sound of the dragon's chant was still loud and clear. He could only use his attention for two purposes, and a voice had already reached the ears of Zhulong Longjun.

"Fuck me, you're here, tell me quickly, what did the old ancestor say?

Is there something wrong with this ceremony, did the ceremony fail to deliver the news to the Lord Taishan? "

The distance between Zhulong and Longjun is a bit far, at least, he didn't dare to set foot in the scope of the sacrifice.

It's just that when Ying Long's voice reached his ears, he said with a serious expression: "I've checked it three times, there can be no mistakes."

Ying Long became a little anxious: "Of course we prepared correctly, and that's not what I said.

Zhulong, don't be sloppy with me, do you understand what I mean? "

Zhulong chuckled: "Of course I understand, don't you just say that the ancestor is too confused, and the method of offering sacrifices taught is wrong?"

Ying Long hastily disregarded the relationship: "Ahem, you said this, not me. I will never admit it in front of the ancestor."

"I didn't say this, but the ancestor said it himself.

The ancestor also said that although he is a bit older, he has not yet reached the point where he can't remember things clearly. You little bastards don't care about things, and dare to arrange him, don't you?

Is the skin thicker again, wanting to be beaten? "

Zhulong's imitation was vivid, but at the end, he said again: "It's not easy for you to preside over the ceremony here, but you think it's easy for me to be scolded by my ancestors over there?

In a very short period of time, using three large formations to connect, the loss of the Lunar Star is not small, and the ancestors are already very unhappy. "

Ying Long couldn't help roaring: "Then why are you talking about it? How could a ceremony last for six months?
More than 180 days, do you know how I live this day?Why don't you come and yell about the first half of the year without a break, and feel it?
If I hadn't known that existences at the level of my ancestors were indeed immortal in a certain sense, I would have doubted that the Lord of Taishan Prefecture would have ceased to exist? "

"Ahem, you can't talk nonsense!"

Zhulong Longjun immediately interrupted, and then came again: "Well, the ancestors explained why the ceremony didn't work."

"Hmm, tell me quickly?"

"What the ancestors mean is not that the ceremony failed, but your summons have already reached the ears of Lord Taishan, that is, that is..."

"What is it?"

"It's just that the old man sleeps more 'steadily', and he doesn't hear the thunder and rain outside, so he ignored us."

As soon as the reason came out, Ying Long Longjun's movements were deformed, and the singing voice even paused for a moment, as if he couldn't accept it.

It took a long, long time before Ying Long's voice came again: "Then, what should we do now?"

"The meaning of the ancestors is that you have to go all out and then lose your strength. So, please sing louder!"

"..."

At this moment, the heart of Ying Longxiang's death is all there.

After a while, Zhulong looked sympathetic, but ran away very dishonestly.

Only the remaining Ying Long roared out a continuous dragon chant, the voice became more and more sad and moving, as if he was about to cry.

……

at the same time,

Under the darkness, at the end of the Santu River, in the deepest part of the City of Dead Dead.

It was an endless open space, filled with countless black mist. The terrifying behemoth just turned over, and the stirring black mist set off a monstrous storm.

A silhouette of a human figure can be vaguely seen, waving its big hands covering the sky, flapping its ears again and again, as if trying to drive away something.

It's a pity that the buzzing sound like a mosquito is continuous, disturbing one's dreams, and annoying.

But seeing that the driving was ineffective, the giant turned over just like that, and ignored it again.

……

Netherland, deep.

To the south of the Santu River, thousands of miles away.

"Kill, kill, kill!"

The screams of killing all over the sky are like waves one after another, on the boundless and vast land, countless ghosts and ghosts are fighting desperately.

One side of the battle is the Disordered Wraith.

They were all strangely shaped, some of them were several feet tall, covered in heads, and their chirping and screaming could be turned into sound waves, causing the surrounding ghosts to roll and howl miserably.

Some grew tentacles all over their bodies, rolling back and forth like balls at an extremely fast speed.

Wherever he passed, no matter whether it was his own side or the enemy, he was swallowed into his belly, and his size became bigger and bigger.

Some are full of muscles, with three heads and eighteen hands, each holding a weapon, turning like a tornado, sweeping away everything.

Others were covered with eyes, and in the blink of an eye, ghost rays shot in all directions, and everything they passed was shattered.

Of course, most of them are normal.

There are humanoid ones, such as jackals, tigers and leopards. At most, they either have horns, or wings, or have extra hands and feet, or drag out their tails.

Their combat strength is very average, although their methods are a bit tricky, but at least they are still within the range that can be dealt with.

It's just that from time to time, when they rise up, they howl and turn into strange shapes, and they also possess all kinds of strange abilities, which are hard to guard against.

And their opponents are quite regular ghost army. Although there are also jackals, tigers and leopards, they are all dressed in clothes.

Some have the word "孤" written on them, which means they are ghost soldiers; some with the word "general" written on them, they are ghost generals.

They appeared to be much more orderly, and most of them were well-trained. They were led by ghost generals, ranging from dozens to hundreds, and ranging from small groups of three to five, scattered all over the battlefield, fighting endlessly.

However, in terms of quantity, they are much less.

If the enemy was not too chaotic, most of the time they killed and killed even their own people, otherwise, they would have been unable to bear it.

But even so, with the passage of time, the balance of war has begun to tilt towards the disordered ghost army.

Until a certain moment, the whimpering of horns resounded through the sky, and in the darkness, there seemed to be thick fog rolling, and terrifying figures descended from the sky.

Some of them rode war horses, swung big axes in their hands, and created hundreds of will-o'-the-wisps.

Some showed tens of feet of ghost body, with hundreds of arms attacking in turn, and directly bumped into the muscular ghost with ten arms on the head.

There are also figures passing by, disappearing and reappearing, advancing like a flash, and wherever they pass, all incoming enemies are killed.

And the most powerful one is the leader.

He maintained his human form without any changes, but he was surrounded by thousands of sword qi, and when he cut through the air, only the sound of "chi chi chi chi chi" could be heard endlessly.

Wherever the sword qi passed, all incoming enemies were smashed into pieces, no matter if they were ghosts, ghosts, abnormal ghost kings, or even ghost ghosts who commanded the battlefield.

It was a terrifying grieving ghost with three heads, shaped like a vicious dog, and hundreds of feet long.

When roaring, it can spit out tornadoes and flames that engulf the battlefield, and when a head opens its mouth, it can swallow a void.

Regardless of how the enemy exists, once it entered his mouth, it never came out.

But the person who came didn't care, he just went in with the boundless sword energy, and then, after a pause of less than three seconds, he shattered the space, shattered the head of the vicious dog, and even shattered his body.

However, after killing the biggest boss, he seemed to have lost his nature. Instead, with a roll of sword energy, he returned to the mist like a tired bird returning to the forest.

Accompanied by his movements, the mist rolled up, revealing the silhouette of a giant beast entrenched on the ground.

It is a city, and it is also a palace, saying: Puming Palace!
It is the ten halls of Yan Luo, the place where Chujiang King is commanded.

On the city wall, stood a king, wearing a black uniform and a crown of twelve rows of beads, looking at the battlefield in the distance, with an air of calm and prestige.

The person who came landed on the city wall. He had restrained his whole body of sword energy, and stepped forward like a mortal old man. When he got close, he exhaled: "There is no suspense in this battle."

King Chu Jiang, that is, Crazy Ning turned his head slightly, but his expression was not very happy: "Old friend, don't you think that the number of these grieving ghosts is increasing, and the number of attacks is becoming more and more frequent?"

"It's coming, it's just a few more swords, I really didn't care much about it."

The old master turned his head slightly, seemed to think about it, and then asked: "Is it the same in other places?"

King Chu Jiang: "It will only be more chaotic than ours. After all, they don't have a sword lunatic to help suppress it."

"Why?"

"There's news from Yangjian, if it's not bad, the demon lord was killed again, and he came to this Netherworld.

Only that one can make these rootless ghosts riot. "

The old master seemed a little strange, and asked back: "I remember that there is another one above you, and he doesn't care if he really does something?"

"You mean Lord Taishan?"

King Chu Jiang seemed to be in a daze, and paused for a moment before saying: "Although this one built the underworld, opened up the Santu River, built the city of death in vain, and even established the order of the ten halls of hell, it can be said that he is a ghost." pioneer.

But other than that, he is a well-known hands-off shopkeeper!
Otherwise, why do you think I dared to rob the authority and position of 'King Chujiang' so recklessly?
It's not because he ignored it, I just robbed it.

You may not believe it, even though I became the 'King of Chujiang', in charge of the power of the Puming Palace, occupying one-tenth of the underworld, but I still haven't seen that one.

He doesn't care at all who is the Yama of the Ten Halls. "

The old master couldn't help frowning, and asked: "If this is the case, then who should deal with this devil?"

"Old friend, you haven't figured out how to play this Netherland yet! As for the Demon Lord, whoever likes to stand out, as long as he doesn't bump into me, it doesn't matter."

King Chu Jiang waved his hand, but changed the topic again, looking at his old friend with burning eyes: "I'm not telling you this to let you compete with the demon lord.

In fact, with the demon lord present, it is possible for this Netherland to become completely chaotic.

And it's messy, it's convenient for us to do things! "

The old master looked sideways: "What are you going to do?"

King Chu Jiang laughed: "It's not what I want to do, but what you want to do, my old friend.

Just like that mortal dynasty, if you want to fish in troubled waters, you have to be completely chaotic to have a chance.

Only when there is complete chaos, brother, I can find a way to get you the position of Yama in the ten palaces! "

The old master couldn't help but frowned: "You know, I don't really like being the King of Yama!"

"No no, old friend, you have to be clear that when practicing in the Netherland, you can only make further progress if you occupy that position.

This is an opportunity, once in a thousand years, you have to seize it, and I will help you, don't worry, don't worry! "

……

Dead city.

When there is a problem with the operation of the Netherland, the city of the dead will not be as lively as usual.

It is not that there are no ghosts floating down the Santu River, but the number is much less.

As a result, even the bull-headed horse noodles working here seemed a little more relaxed. Although the whole team looked quite long, it seemed a little wobbly and careless.

And in the distance, Skyrim.

A 'ghost' still dressed as a handsome monk stood in the drowsy black mist, with a pair of pitch-black eyes staring at the city of death, with an inexplicable meaning in the corner of his mouth.

To be honest, Tianting's unreasonable playing of cards really caught him off guard, and the strength of the inspector was indeed beyond his expectations.

However, to die is to die, it doesn't matter, anyway, he has already arranged the affairs of the world, and it will take some time to ferment.

And this matter in the underworld should be resolved.

For example, this city of death is the most critical place for the transfer of the ghost army on the Tianwaitian battlefield. This time, it has to find a way to break it.

Therefore, the fall of this world has to start from this nether world.

And the fall of Netherland had to start from this city of death!
It's a bit late, but yesterday's work didn't stop...