The years when I created the ancient heaven

According to some theories of Blue Star, humans are three-dimensional creatures and can perceive three-dimensional space composed of length, width and height.

Our world belongs to a four-dimensional space, that is, in addition to the three dimensions, a time dimension must be added.

However, human beings cannot actually feel time directly. Instead, they can measure the passage of time by changes in the outside world, such as the rotation of the sun and the moon, the replacement of day and night, the passing of winter and the coming of spring, and the changes in solar terms.

So here comes the question, if there are four-dimensional creatures that can perceive time, what does time look like?
Perhaps, there really is such an indescribable long river of time, with rough waves and never to return.

And the four-dimensional creatures are the swimming fish among them. They can swim upstream in time and witness the truth of history.

You can also go downstream in time and feel the shock of the future.

Time has no secrets from them!
Then make a hypothesis, assuming that the end of spiritual practice is an evolution, a promotion from a three-dimensional creature to a fourth dimension.

So what if we set an anchor somewhere in the long river of time and lay a foundation, like a reef in the long river, or even a luxury villa that can be built directly?

He can go back anytime if necessary!
In this way, life and death actually don't matter.

As long as the anchor point is still there, no matter how serious the consequences are, it is just a trip back home.

This was Mo Chengjun's flash of inspiration. It seemed very reasonable, but in fact it was very brainless, because everything stopped at guessing, and finally guessing, without any evidence.

He didn't even know whether that unique breath belonged to the time dimension.

After all, he has already witnessed the two-dimensional one, but he has not even had the chance to touch the four-dimensional one.

However, the Demon Lord's immortal demon soul is really too weird, weird beyond imagination, so weird that it is difficult to understand, and even beyond all explanations that the existing system can come up with.

But if you look at it from the perspective of time, it seems to be a possibility.

So assuming that this conjecture is reasonable, assuming that the demon lord is immortal because he has an anchor in the long river of time, how to verify it?
How to break it after verification?

This is a question worthy of further study...

Perhaps because he was meditating too deeply, Mo Chengjun stood in the pit for a long time until the old master came closer.

He first looked at the Broken Moon Demon Lord who had scattered ashes and the stone spear inserted in the pit, then looked at Mo Chengjun and said, "It's time for you to leave?
This is no longer a place for you to stay. "

Mo Chengjun was stunned when he heard the words. He raised his head almost instinctively and looked at the old master with a gloomy expression and the kings of hell approaching behind him. His eyes flickered and he understood.

"Well, old master, the matter is not as serious as you think. You should also clean up. Let's go to Yintu first."

"Isn't that serious?"

Madman Ning's loud voice came, with irrepressible anger in his eyes: "I would like to send my special greetings to all the women who are the real demons in the world of desire. I wish them rot, stinking, plague, mold, and deformity and ugliness for hundreds of millions of years.

Who have we provoked?

How could such a huge Netherworld be destroyed like this?

This is our unique home, the place we depend on for survival, if it is gone, gone..."

At this point, Madman Ning could no longer speak, and his face became even more ugly.

On the other hand, King Yama on the side took over the conversation, with some explanation: "Don't look at the fact that we move freely and unscrupulously in the Netherworld.

But in fact, our form of existence is extremely harsh, and the requirements for survival are even more demanding.

Without the Netherworld, even in the Yin Earth, how long we can live is unknown. "

"No, is this what you are discussing now?"

King Qin Guang’s temper was still as strong as ever, and his voice was also loud: “We can survive at least for a while after going to the Yin Earth, but the question is, how should we get there?
Where is this place?
Outside the city, at the end of the Santu River, the deepest part of the netherworld.

Even at ordinary times, if you use the fastest method to go from here to Yin Earth, the time it takes must be calculated in days.

But now?

How long do you think this netherworld can last? How many risks will there be along the way? Can we reach it?

This is the crux of the problem, okay? "

Well, this guy is a real pragmatist. No matter how he lives in the future, at least he can't die like this now.

The old master continued, "So, the chance that we can leave is slim. If you have the means to get out of here quickly, go ahead."

King Yama stared straight at Mo Chengjun and said: "No, no, no, we shouldn't be so pessimistic, or in other words, with the inspection immortal official here, we shouldn't be so pessimistic.

Heaven has profound knowledge and countless mysterious methods. Since you are here, you should have the means to save us from the fire and water.

Of course, we will not let you do it in vain. As long as you can help us delay this disaster, I can also swear on behalf of all the kings of hell that for the rest of my life, no matter what the mission, I will do anything. "

Obviously, he, Mo Chengjun, regarded him as a 'savior', and in critical moments, he dared to throw out any promises.

However, as Mo Chengjun listened, he felt that something was wrong. He narrowed his eyes slightly and asked directly: "In the beginning, he helped the Butian Sect establish the nine ghost gates and enabled Wangui to invade Yunzhou and Xinghe Sword Sect. Is that you?"

The question was asked so suddenly that King Yama's expression froze, especially the old master's look that turned sharp in an instant.

Bite the bullet, King Yama said awkwardly: "You can't blame me for this. We also have a subordinate relationship with the Butian Sect. At that time, when the Dragon Lord approached me, there was no way I could refuse!"

Mo Chengjun's expression also turned cold: "Haha, do you think there is any way I can save you?"

"There must be some?"

"Sorry, I really don't have one!"

These decisive words made all the kings of hell, even the other kings of hell who listened with their ears pricked up, feel their hearts sinking.

However, time did not allow Mo Chengjun to make more 'jokes' here. He changed the subject and said, "I can't do it, but someone can!"

"Who is so arrogant?"

"Mr. Taishan Mansion, you are awake!"

With another word, all the kings of hell were instantly resurrected with full health. Only King Qin Guang still had some doubts and asked: "Don't lie to me. If the master of the palace wakes up, where will the devil have a chance to jump?" "

"Of course Mr. Fu has more important things to do."

Mo Chengjun didn't want to talk nonsense, he just waved his hand, and a seal that looked like it was thrown out.

This seal seems to be made of bronze, with a mottled surface. It is engraved with flowers, birds, fish and insects, mountains and rivers. When it rotates in the air, it blooms with infinite brilliance.

Wherever the light passed, all the resentful ghosts and ghosts felt the majesty of the king, making the ghosts surrender. The most unbearable ones were undoubtedly the eight kings of hell.

To be precise, the seals of the King of Hell they wore were trembling, just like the king's courtiers who had to kneel three times and kowtow nine times.

A majestic voice came from the seal: "I will rebuild the Netherworld and open up the world. All the ghost people here will obey the orders of the patrolling immortal officials and retreat to the Yin Earth.

Hurry up! "

"Hurry up!"

This sound not only echoes in the City of Fushou, but also echoes throughout the Netherworld through the sinister wind, sending the sound into the ears of every ghost and ghost.

After three times in a row, Mo Chengjun stretched out his hand to recall the seal, then looked at the kings of hell who had all gathered around him, and asked, "Do you still have any objections?"

"no!"

"But please!"

"I'll wait for the Lord's order!"

"Lord Immortal Official, what do you say?"

It has to be said that most of the kings of hell are sensible and don't talk nonsense. Even King Qin Guang seemed a little unconvinced and said: "I don't have any objections.

That is, on this battlefield right now, all the ghosts, generals, soldiers, and resentful ghosts have been strangled together.

Even if you want to get together, you can't get together? "

Mo Chengjun smiled and said, "Is this simple?"

As he spoke, he rose up against the wind and climbed higher. When he could see everything on the battlefield clearly, he realized that in the short period of time when these kings of hell gathered here, the battle line had retreated by an unknown amount.

Some ghost soldiers had to board the boats on the Santu River.

The originally complete encirclement also had loopholes, and many resentful ghosts ran out from this place.

At this moment, the resentful ghosts in the Blood River Abyss seemed to be endless, pouring out in an endless stream.Well, seeing this situation, Mo Chengjun also discovered that if this Netherworld doesn't work hard, it really won't last for many years.

Thinking like this, he immediately took out the big seal, stood in the air, and bowed.

"Please take action from the master!"

His expression was solemn, but he didn't have any power or anything like that. He just gave a simple salute.

Then, while all the kings of hell were stunned, the earth began to squirm as if it was alive. The thick ground rippled like water waves, and the ripples spread outwards in circles.

And the source of everything is in the city of futile death.

'Boom boom boom! ' A muffled sound came from the ground, against which countless resentful ghosts roared in fear.

Then, when everything reached its peak, the entire City of Wasted Death completely collapsed.

That’s right, it’s a subsidence!
On the ground where the entire City of Death was located, everything on it suddenly began a free fall and crashed into the earth, leaving only a bottomless abyss.

The battlefield became quiet in an instant!
"All the kings of hell obey your orders!"

"exist!"

"Kill the remaining resentful ghosts, gather all the troops, and line up in the open space. Hurry! Hurry! Hurry!"

"Get the decree!"

Mo Chengjun showed his hand to scare all those who were dissatisfied, and also to tell all the ghosts that I have a master watching behind me, so don't do anything to me.

Sure enough, after this move, the eight kings of hell became extremely fast and powerful.

Mo Chengjun, on the other hand, ignored the others and just stood in the distance, closing his eyes slightly. The fluctuations of his divine power spread faintly, connecting in all directions.

Around him, the cracked space became increasingly fragile, being shattered and restored from time to time with increasing frequency.

And his figure is constantly changing between illusion and reality.

For a moment he was still here, and for a moment it seemed to be far away. The phenomenon of space folding was rising and falling around him.

In the time it took to hold a cup of tea, in the open space outside the city, all the corpses had been cleared away, and countless ghosts, soldiers and ghosts had gathered here.

They were already standing as close as possible, ghosts touching each other, even if they turned around, they had to face each other cheek to cheek.

In other words, the eight kings of hell were suppressing him from outside, otherwise a fight would break out just to catch his breath.

And Mo Chengjun landed in the sky above the warriors of the ghost army, and his divine power was revealed, covering all the ghosts and ghosts.

Then he waved the big seal, activated his magical power, and spoke again: "Master Fu, please help me."

Before he finished speaking, the power of space visible to the naked eye bloomed, and a huge lotus seemed to form in the void, shrouding the ghosts of all ghosts in it.

Of course, for such a large-scale void movement, even ten times his mana would not be enough, let alone a long-distance movement.

However, he can't, but Mr. Taishan Mansion can!
Just when the magical power was activated, the dark energy and dark matter visible to the naked eye converged, not only stabilizing the passage through the space, but also covering all the ghosts, soldiers and generals without leaving a single one.

hum!
The space visible to the naked eye twisted and folded, and in the next second, all the ghost soldiers and generals, including Mo Chengjun, had disappeared.

Of course, the entire Netherworld is so big. Even if the eight kings of hell come with their elites, it does not mean that all the ghost people are here.

So, just after Mo Chengjun activated his magical power, rays of light fell on various places in the Ten Nether Palaces.

Following the words of Lord Taishan, the light was like a road, guiding the direction. All the ghost people followed the light almost instinctively and disappeared into the netherworld.

In fact, such a large-scale move was extremely difficult even for Lord Taishan, but he still did it, which could be regarded as opening up a way for the ghost people under his command to survive.

……

at the same time,

Shady soil.

Square City.

"Report..."

A ghost official almost ran wildly into the Yinsi City God's Temple, his voice broke due to too much urgency, and his ghost body was shaking and unsteady.

"What's the rush? What's the rush? Why do I usually call you? Are you so unstable?"

Before the City God Liu Yang opened his mouth, Judge Wen couldn't help it anymore and stepped forward to scold him.

However, he had good intentions and turned around to plead guilty to the Sifang City God: "Master, it's okay for me to discipline you. Please punish me as well!"

The Sifang City City God didn't say anything, he just said: "What's going on outside?"

"Outside, outside, there are so many ghost soldiers coming?"

"After the last battle, shouldn't there be any more ghosts coming to our Sifang City to cause trouble?" The City God brushed his beard, but he calmed down and asked, "How many specifically?"

The ghost officials danced and danced: "The mountains and plains are endless, and they appear in a flash. I, I don't know the exact number."

Judge Wen couldn't help it anymore, but before he could speak again, he saw the city god frowning and using magic.

He waved his sleeves, divine power surged out, and an eye of nothingness opened in the middle of the void, looking into the distance privately.

And everything within the field of vision is also presented one by one in this hall.

Just one glance, let alone a civil and military judge, a ghost official serving, even the City God Liu Yang looked dull.

There are so many, so many, and they keep increasing!

……

Yin soil,

Outside the Sifang Ghost Town.

When Mo Chengjun fixed the landing point of the space movement, a ray of light flashed through, and the distorted space suddenly returned to normal.

Countless ghost soldiers all fell here. The sequelae of the movement appeared, and no one knew how many ghost soldiers fell to the ground.

In the distance, there are more lotus flowers rising, the light comes from the distance, and the ghosts come out one after another, and there are also a lot of them.

"Come out, we're out!"

"It was so thrilling, I thought we were all dead."

"I just said that Fujun will not ignore us. Look, just look..."

Trivial sounds came, it was the ghosts and fairies who were nearby who were whispering. Without the pressure of death, they couldn't help but indulge themselves.

Even the expressions on the faces of the eight kings of hell became much more relaxed. They were also afraid between life and death!

Of course, Mo Chengjun had no time to pay attention to them, but first hooked up with Taixu Tian and found the human emperor Yin.

Through Emperor Yin, an oracle was given to the human city god in Yin Earth.

He also used the magical power of "Expelling Gods" to communicate with the gods in heaven, allowing Taibai Jinxing to come here with a group of gods with incredible martial arts.

Such a large number of ghost people, especially a large number of professional Yin soldiers among them, gathering here is a recipe for disaster.

Moreover, there is simply no room for it here.

Therefore, the indigenous gods of the human race have to help guide them. A god can restrain them by bringing some of them back.

In addition, the gods in heaven serve as supervision, and the eight kings of hell lead a group of ghost officials to make specific arrangements, so that order can be ensured.

When everything was arranged, Mo Chengjun was about to leave, but he was stopped by the old master with sharp eyes and quick hands.

"No, what do you want to do?"

Mo Chengjun's eyes were extremely bright: "Of course, let's go in again."

"This is the reopening of the Netherworld and the expansion of the Underworld. It is an unprecedented and unprecedented event. I can't miss it!"

The ninth day of stable update...