The years when I created the ancient heaven

boom!
With a loud noise, King Bian Cheng actually exploded on the spot.

Even at that moment, Ksitigarbha had already reacted, made an emergency evasion, and threw him directly in the direction of Mo Chengjun.

But he still left his hand for just a moment, and exploded into countless flames. There was still no warmth at all, and there was no harm at all.

Only the huge energy continues to burn and release, and all the spiritual particles passing along the way begin to dry up, decay, die, and spread after releasing energy...

This time, it was even more intense than the previous 'Dharma Ending Age', and it enveloped both Mo Chengjun and Ksitigarbha in an instant.

Mo Chengjun naturally didn't care. He stretched out his hand and all the spiritual particles within three meters of his body were emptied, and his own aura was extremely restrained.

In a 'vacuum' environment, the violently burning flames could not pass through, and a blazing ring of fire was formed three meters outside his body.

It's more like a protection than a threat.

But Ksitigarbha was not as capable as him. He also thought about saving himself and even used many methods.

In just one moment, various ghost arts and magical powers were used one after another, first the blood mist, ghost fire, and then the wind and turbid rain. Even his own withered body was constantly changing between reality and reality.

Obviously, he had made a lot of preparations for this moment and had even rehearsed it more than once.

Otherwise, he wouldn't be able to use so many ghostly and magical powers in this very short period of time.

But it's useless, it's useless, it's useless...

The 'Age of Ending Dharma' burns spiritual particles, so all kinds of ghost magic and magical powers that rely on spiritual particles are naturally ineffective.

It wasn't until the flames completely burned Ksitigarbha's body that his withered ghost body rose into a pillar of fire that reached the sky. Countless amounts of energy were continuously released outwards, even forming a magnificent spectacle.

But in the process, the power of his ghost arts became smaller and smaller, as if he had gone through the 'End of Dharma Era', and could only see himself dying bit by bit in a dry environment.

At this moment, he seemed to have thought of something and started to run towards Mo Chengjun, as if he wanted to borrow Mo Chengjun's magical power to extend his life.

But Mo Chengjun's reaction was faster!
He tapped his toes and retreated suddenly, not very fast. He maintained a relative advance and retreat, and just watched quietly.

Seeing him arrogant and infinite, seeing him furious, seeing him helpless, and even seeing him on the verge of death.

At the end, the 'End of Dharma Era' ignited spiritual particles thousands of feet in diameter, and huge, irregular circles appeared in the darkness of nothingness.

Without the strong support of the spiritual particles, a nearly collapsed scene appeared in the void, like a broken mirror about to fall.

Mo Chengjun stood in the hollow, watching Ksitigarbha being burned to death bit by bit until he disappeared without a trace.

He didn't move or express anything, he just looked, looked...

His expression was a little strange, and he didn't know what he was thinking.

To be honest, Ksitigarbha's grasp of timing was very good, even to the point of perfection.

He caught King Bian Cheng's chance to release his magical power, and in a moment of ecstasy, he controlled him with one hand.

That kind of control can't be just a few hits on the head. It's about venting emotions and humiliating someone, not just control.

In fact, his own ghost energy had already penetrated into every part of King Bian Cheng's body, like nails, nailing all the vital points.

In this state, King Bian Cheng was actually a lamb waiting to be slaughtered, allowing Ksitigarbha to be humiliated and verbally stimulated.

Then, King Bian Cheng couldn't stand it anymore.

Just kidding, who says you can endure it if you live like a big joke for thousands of years?

What's more, King Bian Cheng lacked strategic vision, but he definitely did not lack courage and determination, let alone courage and character.

Therefore, he chose the most decisive method - even if I die, I will still splatter your blood.

Then, at the cost of his life, he forcibly started the 'End of Dharma Era'!
Then, it's a lose-lose ending.

This seems to be the current result, but looking at it, Mo Chengjun always feels that something is not right?
……

Without King Ksitigarbha and King Bian Cheng, only Mo Chengjun was left in this space. Darkness and emptiness spread again, and it began to look lonely and monotonous again.

Only the phantom of blessing is still changing, and the singing voice of Yinglong Longjun is still melodious and high-pitched, like the background music of a movie.

Mo Chengjun stood there for a long time, and finally sighed deeply.

I saw him waving his hands, and the inspiration from the distant world rushed here to fill this hole.

The space cracks that were about to burst like spider webs were also quickly closing, and within a short time, the place returned to normal.

Only Mo Chengjun could feel that the concentration of the spiritual energy of heaven and earth had decreased slightly.

Of course, this is nothing. The most important thing is that Mo Chengjun did not relax his vigilance. Instead, he cupped his hands in the air and said, "Ksitigarbha, can you come out?"

His voice was not loud, but it still traveled far away in the empty black mist space, and seemed to produce an effect similar to an echo.

But the only answers to him were the noise of the sacrifices and the singing of Ying Long, and nothing else.

But Mo Chengjun still didn't give up and explained: "Your performance was very successful. King Bian Cheng already believed it and even bet his life on it.

But I still feel a little strange.

I don't believe that such a scheming city like you would get carried away after occupying the top of the mountain, and that you would be so irritating to a very competitive King of Hell.

I don't believe it even more. You knew that he had such powerful secret skills, but you didn't take any precautions at all.

So, I'm more inclined to think you did it on purpose.

You deliberately provoked King Bian Cheng, deliberately gave him the opportunity to die to clarify his ambition, and even deliberately died from this ghost trick.

All this is just your plan! "

The words were whispered, but no one answered.

Mo Chengjun thought to himself: "You must say that I am already dead. Isn't it a bit stupid to use your own life to calculate it?"

After a pause, he asked and answered again: "But I can't forget that you have actually died once. You have been stabbed by King Bian Cheng countless times, and you can't die again.

But you are alive again!
So, since King Bian Cheng can major in a technique and deduce the magical power of the 'Dharma Ending Age', what about you?
I thought that your response was to practice a certain 'method of incarnation' to the extreme, to the point where you could pass the fake as real.

Life and death, true and false, should not be difficult. "

This time, Mo Chengjun did not pause too much, but continued: "Of course, there are other reasons why I made such a judgment.

For example, if there is great terror between life and death, individuals will have the instinct to survive between life and death.

Similar to how you used various secret techniques to save yourself and chased me for a chance of survival.

But you forgot one thing, here, at this moment, the person most likely to save you is not me, nor the various secret techniques.

But that Lord Taishan Mansion!
He is asleep, not dead. As Ksitigarbha and his right-hand man, isn't it normal for you to ask him to save your life between life and death?
But you didn't!

In fact, you subconsciously avoid approaching those two doors.

Because you are also afraid, afraid of waking up the Prince of Taishan Palace, afraid that everything you have planned will fall into Kong Chu's hands.

And this is your biggest failure. "

Mo Chengjun said a lot, and his analysis seemed to be succinct. Unfortunately, nothingness is nothingness, darkness is darkness, and no one paid attention to him.

But he wasn't annoyed, instead he said with a smile: "It doesn't matter if you don't admit it, I have my own way to make you sit still!"

With that said, he stepped forward, not very fast, even unprepared, and walked to the two gates.

He stood still, closed his eyes slightly, and as mana surged out, the sacrificial phantom formed in the void changed.If before, the definition was at most 4D, but now it is already 5D, and even starting to develop in the direction of 6D.

The roar of the dragon and the chanting of the sacrifices became clearer and louder, even to the point of annoying.

Mo Chengjun's choice is very simple. Since you don't come out, then I will force you to come out. Since you don't want the Taishan Mansion Lord to wake up, then I have to let him wake up.

Sure enough, as soon as he used this move, he pulled out the fuel from the cauldron and pointed directly at the vital point, and there was movement in the empty darkness.

The dark fog seemed to be alive and began to roll, like the breath of a giant beast, dull and oppressive.

But what came out was a haggard old monk wrapped in darkness and fog.

He walked step by step under the light, with a compassionate look on his face, clasped his hands together, and chanted the Buddha's name: "Ksitigarbha, my Lord, have mercy."

Looking up again, he looked at Mo Chengjun and opened his mouth to say something...

But Mo Chengjun didn't give him a chance at all. He stretched out his hand and struck out with a sword energy that divided yin and yang.

The withered old monk reacted very quickly. He rubbed his hands together, and a huge ghost claw appeared in the air and slapped it down.

boom!
With a loud noise, the sword light and ghost claws all disappeared.

But Mo Chengjun didn't waste any time. With a thought, he threw the sword light in his hand and turned it into hundreds of hairspring threads, cutting them away.

Wherever he passed, the space rippled.

Then he opened his mouth and spat out, and another samadhi fire appeared out of thin air and burned towards Ksitigarbha's position.

Before it was over, he reached out and grabbed it again. A [Rolling Mine] that shone with thunder and destruction was held in his hand and he threw it casually.

This thunder ball landed on the ground, as if it was alive, with Ksitigarbha as the core, rolling everywhere, and even released lightning bolts, crackling, and extremely terrifying.

This method seems to be insignificant, but the single-target lethality of each magical power is extremely strong, too strong.

For an ordinary ghost fairy, if he can block one attack, he is considered to be at the top of his game. If he can withstand two attacks, it can be said that he is unique in some aspect.

If he can be fearless in three consecutive attacks, then it can only be said that he is not an ordinary ghost fairy, but a truly "peerless" level of power.

Mo Chengjun's attack was sharp and crisp, with no nonsense at all, but Ksitigarbha Ksitigarbha was obviously well prepared.

When he faced the thousands of sword threads transformed by the magical power of 'Wandering Swords into Threads', they directly turned into the dark wind that filled the sky, and formed a form again through the gaps in the sword threads.

As for the 'Samadhi True Fire', he caused a continuous drizzle, and the dim yellow rain strands had a strong corrosive effect, leaving small holes on the ground.

It's a pity that the true fire of Samadhi can't burn anything, and the raindrops are useless, and they are even directly burned into smoke rising up.

Ksitigarbha's expression changed for a moment, and then he made an unknown number of hand seals in succession and said a very serious sentence.

"Blood River, invite me!"

A river appeared out of thin air, with blood-red water and gusts of fishy wind, like a dragon flying into the sky, surrounding the true fire of Samadhi.

The river water still couldn't extinguish the Samadhi True Fire, but the Samadhi True Fire couldn't ignite some of the substances in it either.

Mutual wear and tear, no matter how long it took, everything finally came to nothing.

But this is not over yet. Although the method of [Rolling Mine] is ordinary, Mo Chengjun used the 'Thunder Tribulation Technique' to trigger it.

The lightning bolts looked only as thick as an arm, but their power was truly astonishing.

Faced with this magical power, Ksitigarbha first surrounded the blood river to block it, but the effect was not good.

Especially after the blood river was penetrated, the paralysis effect of lightning caused him great pain and sluggish movement.

He turned into a dark wind again and tried to escape.

It's a pity that Lei Fa's tracking effect is like a gangrene attached to the bone. No matter how he changes his mind, it can follow him, and he is so shocked that he is dying.

In the end, this person became cruel and roared, his dry body suddenly expanded, and his muscles squirmed as if they were alive.

In just a moment, he became a terrifying body that was three feet in size, with four heads and eight arms, covered in iron-green color, and exuding the ultimate beauty of power.

He actually used this powerful ghost body to withstand the damage of the thunder tribulation, and then shortened the distance from the [Rolling Mine], directly crushing the thunder ball.

After doing all this, he was already panting from exhaustion, his whole body was burnt black, and he didn't know how much damage he had suffered.

But after doing all this, he finally straightened his back and said, "Inspector Immortal Officer, have I passed the test?"

Mo Chengjun nodded and said: "Well, it should be said that I can be sure that this is your true body.

Anything can be faked, anything can be imitated, but one thing is, your cultivation cannot be fake.

As a being on par with the Tenth Palace of Hell, if you can't even block my attacks, don't call yourself Ksitigarbha. "

"Actually, there is no need at all. My secret technique of incarnation can indeed separate ghost bodies that are fake and real. I even have [-]% of my own strength and can even deceive King Bian Cheng.

But how can you have such an incarnation if you want to?
Even after thousands of years of hard work, I have only separated into two statues, and now, they are both gone. "

As Ksitigarbha said this, he couldn't help but have a wry smile on his lips.

Just like King Bian Cheng's secret technique, his secret technique was developed after thousands of years of study and practice.

It's really not a big deal. It's no joke to use one and lose the other.

But now?

Both bodies were gone, and it was impossible to say that he didn't feel distressed.

Of course, the most urgent thing now is to find a way to deal with the person in front of you first.

After a pause, he added: "It's useless to talk about this.

No matter what, the Inspector Immortal Officer should be able to recognize my identity, so let’s talk about it, okay? "

"Then what do you want to talk about?"

"Of course we want to talk about the current situation in the Netherworld, our demands, and how we can cooperate so that we can each get what we need!"

"It's okay to talk..."

Mo Chengjun nodded, but the next second he sighed: "What a pity, I don't want to talk to you!"

Before he finished speaking, he had already rushed forward.

However, unlike the previous temptation, this time, he had murderous intentions.

Before the people arrived, Mo Chengjun had already shown a huge golden body of merit, and his vast divine power spread outward like a mountain roaring and a tsunami.

As strong as Ksitigarbha, his figure was stagnant at this moment, and his expression suddenly changed.

But Mo Chengjun didn't care, six arms stretched out from his armpits, holding the sword light, flame, ice, wind, flowing water, and ground thorn respectively.

In the sky, black mist billowed into clouds, as if a thunderstorm was about to fall in the next second.

"To be honest, for an old Yinbi like you, only death can make people feel at ease."

Yesterday at the wedding banquet, I was asked to collect money, then give it away and reconcile the accounts. It was after nine o'clock in the evening when I came back. I was so tired that I couldn't even start writing. I didn't feel relieved when I woke up this morning.

Today is the first of the month, please give me a monthly pass...

I won’t be flattering myself this month or set up any big flags. The best way to do this is to work hard to update steadily!