Daughter-in-law

Chapter 510 I'm back!

Black and white Wuchang held up the mourning stick in his hand, and the three of them immediately fought together again.

The sky above this space immediately changed color, and the three tall Yin Gods could stir up the situation with every move.

The leaked terrifying power rolled down the dense forest below in pieces. Compared with them, those ordinary ghosts are like ants.

The battle in the sky was still going on, I looked up and suddenly found something strange here.

Although the dark sky and black and white impermanence are very powerful, there seems to be an invisible barrier in the sky far away.

When their strength hits the invisible barrier, they will be bounced away.

I frowned, knowing that it should be some kind of restriction in this place, so that the breath here will not leak out, and at the same time, the situation inside cannot be seen from the outside.

So when we first came here, Zhao Qian said that the Yin Division's eyes couldn't see inside, which should be the reason for this barrier.

It is estimated that this barrier should have been arranged by Yinggou back then. After all, this place was once his treasure house back then, so it is necessary to block the breath here.

The winning hook back then was extremely powerful, and he was the master of the entire underworld, so he could use this method.

Ming Cang in mid-air kept waving the long knife in his hand and fighting.

Although he looks brave, I can tell that he is at the end of his strength at this time.

After all, he has been imprisoned here for too long, and his strength has been consumed a lot, and now he is facing the existence of black and white impermanence, and with one against two, he can't last long.

However, he was not discouraged at all, and he was still fighting desperately to complete his last glory.

Seeing this scene seemed to ignite a flame in my heart.

I am Yinggou. I used to be extremely powerful back then, and the entire underworld was my domain.

But now, when I come to the underworld, I actually have to be careful everywhere, sneaking around like an ant, which makes me a little unbearable.

Thinking of this, I clenched my fists involuntarily.

After all, I won the hook, and I have my own pride. Now that I have come to the underworld and seen the battle of Ming Cang, the hidden arrogance in my heart seems to be vented.

I clenched my fists desperately, suppressing the thoughts in my heart, because now is not the time, I am not strong enough, if I expose myself, I will be hunted down by the whole Yin Division.

The battle in mid-air continued non-stop, but the battle at this time was no longer aesthetically pleasing, but a bit tragic.

Whether it was Ming Cang or the two impermanences, they didn't use any brilliant spells at this time, but fought hard one by one.

Every attack will cause the world here to shake.

I can see that Ming Cang has gradually lost the wind. He has been imprisoned for too long, and his strength has been consumed too much.

Black and white impermanence have been together for many years, and they have the same heart, and they cooperate as if they are one person, so it is very difficult for Ming Cang to deal with them.

Hei Wuchang in the sky smashed his stick towards Ming Cang.

Ming Cang, who had already shown a defeated image, seemed to have no time to dodge, and was directly hit by a stick on his left shoulder.

The huge Dharma image was shaken, and Yinshen became a little distracted.

Seeing this situation, Bai Wuchang next to him let out a sinister laugh, knowing that Mingcang had reached the end of his battle.

He jumped up and stood in front of Ming Cang, and smashed the mourning stick in his hand towards his head.

At this moment, Ming Cang, who was crooked, suddenly had a smile on his mouth, stretched out his hand, and grabbed the mourning stick.

Bai Wuchang sensed something was wrong, let out a strange cry, let go of the mourning stick, turned around and was about to run away.

But at this time, Ming Cang had already raised the long knife in his hand high, and thousands of golden lights bloomed on the blade, like a small sun.

Then with a knife, he slashed towards Bai Wuchang.

The expression of Hei Wuchang next to him changed drastically, he let out a strange cry, and raised his mourning stick to stop the knife.

But this knife was Ming Cang's best effort, he couldn't stand it at all!

The light of the knife flashed, and the mourning stick in Hei Wuchang's hand broke in two. Then the light of the knife continued to move forward, and landed on Bai Wuchang's back.

The power on this knife is too strong, so strong that it is beyond imagination. The golden light of the knife left a trace in the air, and even the prohibition on the high place was cut with a gap by this knife.

As soon as the knife fell, Bai Wuchang's huge dharma body was cut into two pieces, and then disappeared.

The power of a single knife actually makes an impermanence disappear completely!

"Bian!"

Seeing that his partner was cut off by Ming Cang, Hei Wuchang's eyes widened, and he looked at Ming Cang with hatred in his eyes.

Both Black and White Wuchang have names, Bai Wuchang's name is Xie Bi'an, and Hei Wuchang's name is Fan Wujiu.

The two are both Yin gods of the underworld, one is black and the other is white, they have been together for thousands of years, and they are the same person, so of course there is no need to talk about feelings.

Now that his partner was beheaded by Ming Cang, how could Hei Wuchang not be angry.

He turned his head and stared at Ming Cang closely.

At this time, Ming Cang was already at the end of his strength, and he had almost used up all his strength to slash Bai Wuchang just now, so at this time he was already extremely weak, and even the huge Yin God was a little distracted.

Hei Wuchang let out a strange cry, raised the mourning stick that had been chopped off in half, and threw it on his shoulder.

Ming Cang, who had exhausted all his energy, did not dodge at all, but endured the blow forcefully.

Then his huge yin spirit disappeared and collapsed, and his body returned to normal size. He knelt on the ground with one weak leg, and blood dripped from the corner of his mouth, but the blood was golden.

At this time, Heiwuchang retracted the Yinshen, and threw another stick towards Mingcang.

The force used was so great that Ming Cang's huge body rolled down a long way, and then stopped in front of me.

Ming Cang, who was lying on the ground, tried his best to stand up again, and then turned his head to look at me.

I was also looking at him, and I saw a hint of sarcasm in his eyes.

"Win Gou, this hell was yours back then, and now you live like an ant, I feel sad for you." Ming Cang looked at me and shook his head slowly.

I can understand the meaning in his eyes, he wants me to stand up, wants me to fight.

"My strength hasn't recovered, it's far from what it was back then." I looked at Ming Cang and said slowly.

He looked at me, and a smile appeared on his face after a long time.

"I'll help you, swallow me, use my power, go to this underworld to fight, tell everyone, you won the hook and came back!"

I looked at him, and the inexplicable restlessness in my heart became more and more difficult to control.

I know that the current self needs to vent, because I am Yinggou, and this is my territory. I want to tell everyone that I, Yinggou, are finally back!
"it is good!"

I nodded to Ming Cang.

Hearing what I said, he laughed, very happily.

The next moment, his huge body turned into a small black dot, directly hiding in my soul.

"Win the hook, let's have a good fight!" Ming Cang's last voice came from the depths of his soul.

As his power entered my body, the soul blood in the depths of the soul kept turning, and the power from above rushed out frantically.

My nails kept growing, my skin shriveled and turned blue-purple, and the power belonging to Yinggou in the depths of my soul was released crazily.

On the bank of the Wangchuan River, on the Naihe Bridge, the lonely red dress at the head of the bridge seemed to sense something, and suddenly raised his head and looked into the distance.

"Are you back?" There were tears in her eyes.

In the palace of Yama of the Ten Palaces, the kings of Yama of the ten prefectures raised their heads almost at the same time and looked in a certain direction.

Sensing that powerful yet somewhat familiar aura, Shidian Yama had different expressions on his face, and he didn't know what he was thinking, but the only thing in common was that they were terrified at this moment.

In the deep abyss, a bald old monk was sitting on the ground. Opposite him was a sword, which was about the same height as him.

The old monk slowly stretched out his hand and grabbed towards the hilt of the sword.

But when the palm was about to get close to the hilt, a golden light would flash on the sword, and the old monk's withered palm would be gently bounced away.

The old monk sighed and withdrew his palm.

At this moment, a pair of blood-red eyes suddenly opened in the dark space behind the old monk.

Those eyes are huge, like two red moons.

Then a mountain-like figure became restless, it turned out to be a huge black cat.

"Meow!" The black cat as huge as a hill yelled at Ksitigarbha.

Ksitigarbha waved his hand lightly, and the black cat immediately became quiet.

"Don't worry, he won't come back." The old monk had a smile on his face and his eyes were dark.

(End of this chapter)