The longevity of the heavens begins with Mingyu Gong

The ghost mountain is steep and steep, stretching for nearly a hundred miles from north to south, with twists and turns, scattered valleys and valleys, and occasional cliffs between the ridges, which are far apart.

After discussing with each other, they decided to move forward along the Tongtian River in the direction of Ghost Mountain.

The sky was getting darker and darker, and it was dark, gray and cold everywhere.The gust of wind blows across the pass of the Dahe Mountain, humming, and bursting with waves; the Tongtian River is rolling and rushing several feet away, desolate and solemn, just like the sound of the Baidi's Xun.

A few miles ahead, the desolate trumpet sounded again. At the same time, the Tongtian River was turbulent, and the water sprayed into the sky. Countless white skeleton zombies crawled out of the ground and the river.

The zombies in the river stood dripping wet, most of them dragged a corpse on their paws, the whites of their eyes rolled, and they opened their mouths to growl loudly. Those zombies crawling out of the ground were either dragging bones or pulling animal carcasses, and they all let out a low and terrifying cry together. Howling, walking mechanically in the direction of the sound of the trumpet, one step at a time.

As if smelling the breath of a stranger, the water ghost zombie approaching Song Xing paused for a moment, then turned around.

Song Xing spit out a spell softly, the mana in his body circulated, and an invisible air mask was formed from his body, and then expanded to cover Baidi and others, isolating all their breath.

The zombie suddenly lost the breath of Song Xing and others, growled a few times, and then staggered towards the ghost mountain.

Seeing those zombies ignoring himself and others like this, Baidi looked a little surprised, "What kind of witchcraft is this, it can cut off all vitality?"

He is proficient in the witchcraft of the Jin clan, and although he has not dabbled in the witchcraft of the other four clans, he also has some understanding.

When the witchcraft of the five races is performed, they all need to rely on the power of the mind in the body to perform all kinds of incredible witchcraft.

When Song Xing cast the spell just now, Baidi didn't sense any changes in the true energy in his body, and the protective air shield didn't seem to be connected with Song Xing's internal energy, but integrated with the world, Isolate everyone's breath.

This novel way of casting spells made Bai Di's eyes light up, as if he had seen a new world.

Song Xing smiled slightly, and said: "This is not the witchcraft of the five clans, it is my own creation, and I call it Taoism."

Bai Di was puzzled and said: "Taoism? It turned out to be my own creation. No wonder I have never seen such a novel witchcraft. It seems that this technique can not only rely on my own strength, but also the world. If Xiaoyou If you can perfect this Taoism, it might not be possible to open up a brand new witch vein in addition to the tens of thousands of years of witch family inheritance."

Song Xing nodded with a smile, but did not explain too much about the origin of Taoism.

The sound of the horn was getting closer and closer, and the shrill and strange sound pierced into the ears like a cold poisonous snake, and the heart was itchy and cold, and it was extremely uncomfortable.

Inspired by the cold wind, the mountains are filled with the wailing and low roars of zombie ghosts, one after another, echoing continuously, like gloomy and cold sea waves, rushing against each other one after another.

Chi You and Tuobaye looked up, and saw the east and west sides of the Guishan Mountains, the vast forests and grasslands, countless black shadows gathered densely, like waves rolling forward, full of zombie skeletons, at least tens of thousands of them.

Rao and the other two have always been daring, seeing such a magnificent and eerie scene, they couldn't help feeling chills in their hearts.

"With so many ghouls, is there really a ghost realm under the ghost mountain?"

There have always been rumors of reincarnation and the underworld in Dahuang, but no one has ever seen them. Seeing tens of thousands of ghosts in this ghost mountain, Chi You couldn't help wondering if he and the others were no longer in Dahuang, but came to the ghost world.

"Then what does the monster want to do by collecting so many zombie bone ghosts? Could it be to form a large army and attack the wilderness?" Tuobaye's face changed slightly, and he guessed.

The further you go, the densely packed zombie skeletons make it impossible to move an inch.

Chi You simply summoned the Taiyangwu, and several people rode the Taiyangwu, passed the corpses, and flew towards the depths of the ghost mountain.

The wind danced furiously, and there was a cliff in front of it. Under the cliff, there was a huge mountain ravine, which was surrounded by ghost mountains and peaks.The cliffs were cut with knives and axes, and there was nothing to climb. The cold air entwined with the shrill horn, and rushed straight up from the bottom of the dark valley.

Chi You carefully controlled the Sun Crow to land in the direction of the sound of the horn. With the protection of Song Xing Taoism, the people in the valley did not notice the extra people above their heads.

The water and mist in the valley are misty, surrounded by cliffs, eerie like ghosts and ghosts, and the low roars of thousands of zombies are stirring and swirling in the valley, making it even more terrifying.

The waterfall hangs upside down on the east side of the valley, and there is a steep cliff directly in front of it, like a wolf's teeth.

Standing on the top of the cliff were two men in black, one wearing the head of a cold wild bull, and the other wearing the head of a North Sea unicorn. Their eyes were shining green and they were ferocious.

The tauren raised his head and played a huge silver horn, and it was he who uttered the shrill sound of the horn like a ghost crying.

And the horse-faced man was holding a huge blood-colored flag in his right hand, and was hunting and dancing in the strong wind. The four characters "Youtian Ghost Emperor" were impressively embroidered on the flag!
The cries of ghosts shook the sky in the mountains and valleys, and countless zombie ghosts poured in from the mountain passes on the east and west sides. Turn around.

Song Xing and Baidi looked at each other, and both saw the surprise in each other's eyes.

Baidi was amazed that there were so many ghost soldiers under Youtian Guidi and that these ghost soldiers were trained like an army.

What surprised Song Xing was, "Did there actually be bull-headed horse faces in the Great Wilderness Era?"

Niutoumamian is the emissary of the ghost town of Fengdu. The earliest history book recorded in Niutoumamian is the "Iron City Mud Plow Classic" in the Eastern Jin Dynasty. When Ah Bang was a human being, because he was not filial to his parents, he died in the underworld as a bullhead human body, serving as patrols and hunting for escape. Yamen for sinners.

This is the origin of the bull head in the Buddhist scriptures. It was not until the Tang Dynasty that the horse head Luocha was completed, and since then there has been the theory of the bull head and the horse face.

The Shurangama Sutra says, "The spiritual consciousness of the dead sees the big iron city, fire snakes and dogs, tigers, wolves and lions, bull-headed prison guards, horse-faced Rakshasas, armed with spears, driven into the city, to the endless prison."

Although Bai Di, Chi You and others have heard the legends of the ghost world, they are only limited to the rumors. Only Song Xing knows that in this wild era, there should be no bull heads and horse faces at all.

Where did the Youtian ghost emperor know about the bull's head and horse face, and created this ghost city at the bottom of this ghost mountain?
Baidi looked at the countless ghost soldiers below, and murmured to himself: "July [-]th, the gate of ghosts is wide open. Could it be that these ghosts really traveled from the ghost world to the human world?"

Even though he was the White Emperor of the Jin clan, he firmly believed in the theory of reincarnation, but this was the first time he had seen so many ghosts gathered in one place.

Could it be that after people die, they all go to the ghost world to reincarnate through this place?

Thinking of this, he subconsciously glanced at Song Xing, wanting to see how the envoy of the god emperor would face these thousands of ghosts.

Song Xing scanned the bull's head and horse face below with his thoughts, and found that the two were only wearing a bull's head and horse face mask, their heartbeat was normal, their blood flow and true energy were the same as those of a living person, and there was no trace of divine power in their bodies.

"It's just a trick to pretend to be a ghost. With Baidi here, the ghosts will naturally run away. Let's go straight in!"

With the Nine Deaths Shocking Mausoleum, Song Xing really didn't pay attention to the countless ghost soldiers below. Looking at the stiffness of the ghost soldiers below, there are nine out of ten corpse puppets controlled by Gu insects, and the degree of danger is not even as dangerous as before. His expedition experience in Shennongjia.

What really interested him was what kind of person was the master of the ghost world, Youtian Ghost Emperor, at the bottom of this ghost mountain?
Thinking of this, he didn't hesitate any longer, he got up and jumped off the back of the sun, and fell down.

As soon as he left the protective shield that concealed his breath, the bull-headed horse-faced man on the top of the mountain immediately reacted, a cold light flashed in his eyes, and he said with a sinister smile: "Who dares to trespass into the underworld!"

With a movement of Niutou's arms, a black light drew a faint arc in the air, and the air wave was like a knife, dancing through the air angrily, and slashed towards Song Xing. It turned out to be a black ice chain tens of feet long. The edges of the iron chains were as sharp as knives, shining coldly.

At the same time, thousands of ghouls turned around one after another, like a surging tide, howling in a low voice, ready to pounce. (end of this chapter)