Eat the incense of the world, I am actually the underworld

As his thoughts burst out, Mo Chuan quietly suppressed the thought again.

It's not that I can't bear it, but I'm worried about getting into trouble.

Before knowing the whole picture, it is better not to act rashly.

……

The cave is winding and secluded.

The huge chariot and sedan chair are in front, and the servants are behind. Like a thousand-legged centipede, they are walking among the underground stone passages.

If you look carefully, you will find that the team has been going down, like a zigzag road on the winding mountain road.

This walk takes half a day.

"Whoa whoa-"

Suddenly, in the quiet cave, there was a creepy cry of a baby.

Not long after, a newborn ghost baby was seen peeking out from the wall, staring directly at the sacrificial procession.

However, for some reason, Guiying didn't do anything until the immortal sacrifice team went away, but just instinctively burrowed towards the surface.

"Wow--", "--"

The further you go down, the more ghost babies.

Suddenly, a swaying flame emerged from the end of the underground cave.

As the immortal sacrifice team approached, I saw a huge cave in front of my eyes.

This cave is as big as a city wall, and it is pitch black on the left and right, with no outline of the edges.

When you enter it, you don't even feel that it is underground.

In the center of the cave, there is a huge gossip array carved in Yin and Yang, with eight sides and eight statues standing, all of which are as big as pavilions.

A closer look reveals that it is a Daoist Eight Divine Beast:
——Zhifu, Teng Snake, Taiyin, Liuhe, Gouchen, Suzaku, Nine Earths, Nine Heavens!
Mo Chuan didn't understand Qimen Dunjia, and he didn't realize that this is the hexagram of Yang Dun, but a hidden hexagram that changes form from form to form.

"Why is it so late this time? But let everyone wait, Wu Bu?"

"Hee hee, could it be that you are indulging in the belly of a goddaughter and forgetting about the immortal?"

In the gossip formation, there was a sound of ridicule and ridicule.

Mo Chuan looked in surprise, only to find that in the shadow of the huge statue, there were seven immortal sacrifice teams impressively entrenched.

These teams are basically similar to Wubu teams.

However, the leader is quite different.

Among them, there are men and women, old and young, and their cultivation levels are even more uneven.

Some are as deep as the abyss, and the realm cannot be distinguished;
Some are soaring, at least 2000 years;

There are also those who have only been cultivated for hundreds of years, leading a team, and seem out of place. I don't know if they are acting on behalf of the master, or there are other secrets behind them.

"Hmph, I asked knowingly. When I searched for the outsiders, I didn't see your minions active? Why, do you think I didn't kill enough?"

The voice of witch divination came from the huge chariot.

"Bangdang-"

The sedan door opened wide, and Wu Bu walked out slowly in a thin cloak.

In a blink of an eye, she could still see a young woman curled up on a soft couch, her whole body as clean as a white sheep.

It was Xiaolian who had wanted to borrow from Mo Chuan.

"It's so hot!"

"Oh, don't say that, anyone who sees the fat flying off his mouth will be furious."

Facing Wu Bu's sarcasm, the other immortal sacrifice teams didn't take it seriously and continued to laugh.

In this land, the least valuable thing is human life.

What are some minions?
"Wu Bu, has the spiritual energy recovered outside?"

A faint question interrupted the banter and ridicule of the crowd, and also made Wu Bu's furious face suddenly fade away.

According to the reputation, it was the immortal sacrifice team crossing its legs behind the Teng Snake.

The person who spoke had white hair but a handsome appearance. When he raised his eyes and spoke, he had a wicked aura, and his cultivation was unfathomable.

"There seems to be signs of recovery."

Wu Bu said in a low voice, a look of awe flashed in his eyes.

When the earth was cut off and the sky was connected, the king opened up this place to avoid the turbid air in the world, set up eight songs, raised people and animals, collected life, and waited for the right time.

But ten thousand years passed.

The leader of the first generation of Eight Songs was almost withered.

Successors have also changed several times.

Only the leader of Tengshequ, Zuoqiu Zongyan, has remained withered until now, his appearance unchanged and awe-inspiring.

I don't know how he kept his realm and extended his life in this era of lack of spirit energy?

"Oh? How can you see it?"

"That person contains spiritual hidden essence, although it is insignificant, but it cannot be hidden from the methods of the qi refiner."

Wu Bu said in a low voice.

When the sound fell, the huge crypt was dead silent, and a needle could be heard falling.

After a while, there was a sudden uproar again.

"Is this true?"

"Could it be caused by a special technique?"

"Hmph, no matter how powerful the technique is, how can you squeeze water out of a stone?"

"The fate of heaven and earth will fall on us?"

"Even if the spiritual energy recovers, it must be done step by step. I'm afraid I will have to wait for hundreds or even thousands of years."

"That's better than aimless!"

There was a lot of discussion about the Baqu Department, which shocked Mo Chuan who was hiding in the dark.

Contains spirit hidden yuan?

Could it be because he practiced the technique of bigu?
wrong.

One of them also said that no matter how strong the cultivation technique is, it cannot be squeezed by a stone. Could it be that the world is really about to undergo drastic changes?

Combined with the information he had obtained before, Mo Chuan's thoughts suddenly became complicated.

Did he intend to eavesdrop on more information?However, this group of people only cared about the revival of their spirits, and even ridiculed Wu Bu for letting him go, Mo Chuan, and rarely communicated with others.

Occasionally, I mentioned it in a word, but I couldn't understand why.

"Let's chat later, the immortal sacrifice is the most important right now."

Following Zuoqiu Zongyan's words, everyone gradually stopped discussing and clapped their hands lightly. The servants who had been waiting for a long time behind them hurriedly carried the baby on the Bagua picture.

After the sacrifice was over, the leaders of the Baqu Department stood behind the eight statues, raised their hands and pressed on the statues, and chanted in unison.

"Qingluanzi is a thousand-year-old and turns into a thousand-year-old, peaches have five official positions and five hearts... My body becomes a roundworm on the inside, lice and fleas on the outside, turtles and fishes in the lump, and rats and ants in the fistula. I can be all things, and the way is also It's like a sword, cutting with the blade will benefit you, but holding the blade in your hand will hurt you..."

With the sound of the deep incantation, the gossip array surrounded by the eight statues of gods and beasts lit up one by one in the order of yang escape.

"Wow--"

A moment ago, the babies who were still sleeping soundly like mud suddenly cried out in unison.

As if feeling the fear of death instinctively.

"Stab!"

A blinding white light suddenly lit up from the gossip array, and the endless crying sound suddenly went out.

Between the noise and the silence, chills rushed into the mind.

The smoke dispersed, and the light was in a trance.

Billowing blood mist surged out of the Eight Diagrams Diagram, dyeing the fading white light into blood.

"Wow wow-"

The shrill cry came again from the blood mist. It was the first birth of the ghost baby, and it was the death without regret.

However, at this moment, no one cared about the ghost baby born in the formation.

That's just road dust.

I saw the gurgling blood slowly seeping into the ground along the lines of the gossip, and the sound of "gulu" swallowing came from the ground, and then the sound of snoring gradually faded away.

Eight statues lit up.

The regular rays of light flowed upstream, gathered in the mouth of the statue, condensed into a little firefly, and fell slowly.

This is the leftovers after the king's full meal.

It is also the guarantee of Baqubu's loyalty.

Seeing this, the leaders of Baqu saw that there was no wave in the ancient well. This process had been repeated countless times in a boring and tedious manner in the past countless years.

It has long been neither sad nor happy.

They calmly looked up at the firefly falling, not worried about the snatching by other Qubu leaders.

Because this longevity is inexhaustible.

"Cough-cough-"

At this moment, a strange coughing sound suddenly came from the depths of the cave, and the leaders turned their heads subconsciously in shock.