I'm not immortal

Chapter 500 Black and white impermanence shows its power

Ding Hai looked worriedly at Ding Shan, who was still moving forward step by step. His original confidence was already gone.

Alchemy is really hard to explain!

Once hit, if you can't react in time, you will die.

During this stalemate, the Dingshan people had already reached the Naihe Bridge.

"People walk under the bridge, and ghosts swim on the bridge. How miserable the world is, but there is nothing to do on the bridge!"

The funeral mourner has flown to the Naihe Bridge, and the male and female voices overlap again, and the crying sounds are pitiful.

A lot of paper money flew out from the sleeves of the two men, accompanied by mourning sounds.

"It's time for Dingshan to hit the road!"

The mourning girl was crying on Dingshan's back, unwilling to be outdone.

The three voices mixed together, making the scene look more and more like a ghostly place.

In the dark night, an old man wearing a Chinese tunic suit and his hair combed straight back stood on a high slope, looking down at everything happening at the entrance of the village, a smile gradually forming on his lips.

"Lao Jiu seems very proud!"

A middle-aged man with square-rimmed glasses and an ordinary appearance walked out of the night and walked up to Mr. Jiu before speaking.

"This is not about being proud, but about being happy!"

Mr. Jiu seemed to be in a good mood and started joking with the people in front of him.

"After hundreds of years, Fang Shidao finally has a genius. How can I be dissatisfied?"

"Genius? Why am I dying just looking at him?"

The middle-aged man adjusted his glasses and looked at Dingshan, who was about to walk into Naihe Bridge, with a confused tone.

At this point, can Dingshan still make a comeback?
The middle-aged man looked at Dingshan with squinted eyes. Since Mr. Jiu said that, there must be a reason for what he said.

However, he still couldn't see any possibility of Dingshan making a comeback.

Until a moment, he saw a feather floating down from Dingshan Mountain, and he was stunned in place.

"Is that so?"

The middle-aged man seemed to have some realization.

Then a sharp cry went straight into the sky, and in this scream, the mourners and the mourning girls who were originally wailing lost their voices.

Ding Hai suddenly turned around and saw that Ding Shan's body seemed to have grown feathers, thick wings growing out of his pores, turning into a birdman.

The eagle has a hooked beak, big round eyes, and a yellow feather like a god.

"This is the owl god!"

Ding Hai looked at Dingshan's changes at this moment, and was silent for a moment, then he burst into laughter without any image.

The whole person was so happy that he wanted to take off.

The Owl God is a bird god who can swallow ghosts and demons and is the guardian god of the world.

At this moment, there was a cry, and all the mourners showed frightened expressions. The owl god opened his arms, flapped his wings, and the shadow of a larger bird-faced human body stretched from the ground.

His pale yellow eyes had a cold and ruthless luster, staring at the mourning guest and the mourning girl. The owl god rushed forward and began to devour the ghosts.

Guck!

The Owl God chewed it over and over again until he swallowed the three ghosts inch by inch and let out a low whistle of satisfaction.

"How dare you, you evildoer, dare to disturb the grand festival!"

Before Dingshan could react, the two paper gods, one black and one white, floated into the air on the stage.

The two men held mourning sticks in one hand and soul-locking chains in the other. They wore two tall hats with the words "make money at first sight and bring peace to the world" written on them.

It is exactly what the people say, black and white are impermanent!

The two men, Black and White, threw out the treasures in their hands at the same time. The dark chains rattled, and the stabbing sound strangled the silence of the night.At this moment, Jiang Qi opened his Dharma Eyes and looked into the field, only to see that the air was already covered by endless chains. Immediately, the chains split and penetrated directly through the owl god transformed by Dingshan.

Under the chains, bursts of Yin Qi dispersed, and Dingshan rolled out from under the owl god's thick wings in a rather embarrassed manner.

Looking at the pierced and shriveled body of the Owl God in front of him, Dingshan also had a look of fear on his face.

If he had moved slower just now, he might not have been able to dodge the chain attack.

After passing two levels in a row, Dingshan's face became more tired, and looking at the black and white in front of him, his expression was more solemn than ever.

Although the funeral mourner and the weeping girl are Yin gods, they are folk gods. Black and White Wuchang are Yin gods who have been listed in the immortal genealogy of the past dynasties. When talking about the relationship between the two, it is like the difference between temporary workers and regular workers.

These two are not easy to deal with!

Dingshan's expression was solemn.

Hei Wuchang swung the chain again, like a snake's head sticking out, biting down.

Dingshan grasped it in the void with his backhand, and when he turned around again, there was a handful of floating soil in his hand. He squeezed it together, and the floating soil turned into the prototype of a mountain.

hum!
The strange whistling sound was like the roar of a wild beast, but an invisible mountain suddenly appeared to open up the space and sit in the human world.

The chains were entangled on the mountains, strangled with all their strength, and the mountains suddenly shook.

Bai Wuchang swept across the mourning stick and hit the mountains one after another. After four or five sticks, the mountains had shrunk by half.

Ding Shan stood in the middle of the mountains, looking at the mountains that were shrinking and about to collapse, but he calmly raised his hand to draw a stroke, and the ancient characters appeared in the world.

It’s Mount Tai!

It is Tai, it is also Tai, it is the top of the mountains!

Thousands of years ago, emperors and emperors worshiped Mount Tai in order to communicate with ghosts and gods.

Dingshan adjusted his clothes, his expression became respectful in an instant, he knelt down with both hands, and his clear voice immediately spread to all directions.

"We sincerely invite the Lord of Taishan Mansion to come to this world!"

The Lord of Taishan Mansion, Emperor Dongyue, rules over the eighteen levels of hell and the life and death of the world. He is the great god of the underworld.

A dark shadow appeared above the mountains, and a cold snort resounded like thunder across the sky and earth. Black and White, who were still fighting fiercely, spontaneously ignited like a mouse seeing a cat.

Soon, the black and white impermanent paper figure was directly burned to ashes.

Ding Hai looked at the indescribable black shadow on the mountain, no longer as unruly as before, and stood respectfully beside it.

"Please magic!"

Needless to say from Ding Hai, Jiang Qi also recognized the method Ding Shan was using at this moment and looked at the black figure with complicated eyes.

"Is there really a god in this world?"

Gu Qingyun looked at the dark shadow in front of her and couldn't help but whisper.

If there is a god, why can't we see its true appearance, but it is the same black shadow as before our eyes?

"Of course there is a god in this world!"

Jiang Qi responded softly.

"It's just that this god is not that god. The Lord of Taishan Palace in front of me is just a god transformed by the prayers of our ancestors. Therefore, he has no shape. He cannot be called by his name or his appearance can be seen for ordinary people. He is just a human being who conforms to the laws of heaven and earth. Transformed by thoughts.”

"It's just like the impermanence of black and white!"

Although Gu Qingyun did not practice mystical magic, she was very smart. Jiang Qi let her understand the inside story and the origin of the gods in just two or three sentences, and immediately nodded and stopped talking.

While talking to Gu Qingyun, Jiang Qi's eyes never left Dingshan, and his heart was full of expectations.

After successively killing the mourning men, Black and White finally reached the final step.

Dingshan only needs to step forward to reveal the secret behind the scenes. What is the god who can see Jiu Lao pleasing himself with Nuo opera?

However, this move is also terrifying!
(End of this chapter)