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Chapter 48 The Road of Flowing Fire!

Fatty and Yan Qilin had obviously never seen this kind of battle before, and the road under their feet seemed to be constantly changing, like yin and yang overlapping.

This feeling of illusion and reality made the two of them feel very unreal, as if they were in a dream.

The soldiers stationed on both sides of the road also felt chills behind them.

But the order they received earlier was that no matter what they heard, they must never turn back, so at this moment they could only suppress the curiosity in their hearts, and strictly carried out Feng Yun's order.

Only Feng Yun knew about the current situation, and he wanted to make use of this ceremony to make the extremely yin land appear in the yang world.

By the tombs on both sides of the road, densely packed with lonely ghosts, they were originally listening to a play.

Hearing the beating of gongs and drums on the stage, the sound was deafening, but at this moment when he suddenly saw Daoist 'Zhong Kui' appearing, they all looked at this side in fear.

In their eyes, Feng Yun is the real Zhong Kui alive, with thousands of golden lights behind him, and the Big Dipper under his feet.

Originally, the appearance of this extremely dark place was not stable, appearing and disappearing from time to time.

However, as the pace of Qixing Gang under Feng Yun's feet became faster and faster, the land of extreme yin became more and more stable, and it almost completely overlapped with Longhua Road.

"call……"

The appearance of the extremely yin place made the surrounding yin more and more dense, and even the bloody soldiers who had just turned their backs to Longhua Road couldn't help their teeth chattering.

The people who have been trapped outside Longhua Road, can only listen to the sound, but can't see what's going on, even rub their arms weirdly, wondering why the surroundings suddenly become so cold in early summer?

At this moment, an unusually majestic voice came from Longhua Road:

"The Great General Fumo is here, patrolling the Yin and Yang worlds on behalf of the sky.

All evil spirits retreat, the gate of ghosts opens, and the souls of the dead will cross themselves! "

Naturally, it was Feng Yun who spoke. At this moment, he pulled out the Seven Star Sword from his waist, and then slashed at the locust tree in front of him.

The Seven Star Sword itself is a prop for singing, and the material it is made of is also very fragile.

But for some reason, at this moment, the Seven Stars looked like a sharpened sword in Feng Yun's hands.

When the knife was chopped on the locust tree, a clear gap was left, and red liquid flowed out of it.

Yan Qilin and Fatty, who were following behind, felt dazed for a while, as if they saw the golden light on Feng Yun's body, and a giant standing behind the god queen.

This giant's translucent figure was actually wearing the same round-neck robe as Feng Yun's, and an official hat on his head. He looked very ugly.

But all this was just in a trance. When the two came back to their senses, they found that there was nothing behind Feng Yun.

But with Feng Yun's sword, the towering ancient locust tree withered quickly visible to the naked eye.

Immediately afterwards, at the place where the ancient pagoda tree was originally located, a huge hole with no bottom appeared.

The translucent lonely ghosts on both sides lined up in a long line and jumped into the hole one after another, as if they had been inspired by some kind.

As more and more lonely and wild ghosts disappeared, the surrounding Yin Qi dropped significantly, and the temperature gradually returned to normal.

Until the last lonely ghost jumped into the hole, Feng Yun immediately took out the writing brush stained with cinnabar from his waist, and then drew a character 'Feng' in the middle of the hole.

"call……"

Another gust of wind blew past, but this time the wind was no longer the coldness of Yin Qi invading the body, but a warm current.

Feng Yun's fingertips were holding a piece of yellow paper at the moment, and he was still talking plausibly.

"break!"

Fatty and Yan Qilin were clearly the closest to Feng Yun, but they didn't know what Feng Yun was reading, they could only hear the last broken word.

In an instant, the densely packed tombs around were burning with blue flames one after another, and these tombs were also quickly reduced to ashes in the flames.

When the vision disappeared, Fatty and Yan Qilin returned like a dream, as if everything just now was just a dream.

But they could clearly sense the temperature around them, and it had returned to normal.

The locust tree was gone, the bottomless potholes were gone, the densely packed tombs on both sides had long since disappeared, and all those lonely and wild ghosts had disappeared.

The two looked at each other blankly, but saw that Feng Yun in the front slowly took off the incense burner from his head and put it on the ground beside him.

Immediately afterwards, Feng Yun used a brush dipped in cinnabar, and quickly wrote six big characters on the ground, "Bless the Holy Monarch of the Town House", and immediately waved his hands at Fatty and Yan Qilin.

Seeing this scene, the two knew that the ceremony was over, and then they turned around one after another, and quickly brought the pig's head and the bull's head.

According to what Feng Yun said before, Fatty and Yan Qilin placed the pig's head and the bull's head in order in front of the six characters.

Immediately afterwards, Feng Yun picked up three sticks of incense with the strength of three fingers, held the incense head in his palm and put it on his forehead, and bowed three times towards the front.

Then three sticks of incense were lit, and Feng Yun inserted them in the middle of the six characters.

Strange to say, the three sticks of incense burned up in an instant as if they had been eaten, and the six large characters written on the ground disappeared together with them.

Feng Yun, who stood up again, was obviously relieved. While taking off his costume, he said to Fatty and Yan Qilin:

"Okay, the yin house in the land of extreme yin has completely merged with Longhua Road, and all the lingering ghosts have also entered the gate of hell.

The yin energy dissipated, and the flow of fire prospered. Now this Longhua route has turned from yin to yang, and my goal has been achieved. "

At this moment, the sound of beating gongs and drums also stopped abruptly, and the class leader walked towards this side tremblingly, and he was already in tears.

"Guan Ye, I haven't seen Zhong Kui dancing just now for many years.

You are an expert, you are an old man who has eyes but does not know Mount Tai! "

The leader's voice was trembling, Baihutai has the exquisiteness of Baihutai, and the inheritance of some old rules naturally has its own intentions.

The class leader who has sung ghost dramas all his life is no stranger to dancing Zhong Kui, but he never imagined that he could still see such a complete drama in his lifetime.

As for the previous visions, the old man didn't mention a word, so that Fatty and Yan Qilin even wondered if they were the only ones who could see them.

It's just that when the group leader took the rest of the old men to leave, they all tore off the red belts around their waists, set them on fire, and then spit three mouthfuls around them, then left without looking back.

"Boss, what are they doing?"

Looking at the backs of several people, Feng Yun said softly:

"After the play is over, it is the rule of this business to drive away bad luck and burn the double..."

Upon hearing this, Fatty and Yan Qilin looked at each other.

Could it be that several old men saw the vision just now?
With the hurried departure of the class leader and others, this guess could no longer be confirmed, and Feng Yun obviously didn't want to say more about it.

"Fatty, go, do what I said before, finish the last thing..."

The fat man nodded, and immediately took out a copper and iron plate covered with a red cloth from the military vehicle.

He quickly came to the intersection and took down the sign board that originally hung [Longhua Road].

Then he hung up the sign in his hand, and the onlookers didn't understand why. Although they didn't know what happened in Longhua Road just now, but seeing the movement at the intersection at this moment, they couldn't help looking this way curiously.

As the fat man tore off the red cloth, a brand new road sign came into view.

The place where the words [Longhua Road] originally hung has been replaced by this new sign.

Obviously, this road has officially changed its name from today.

Some people took a closer look, suddenly felt surprised, and couldn't help but whisper:
"Avenue of Flowing Fire!"

　The first volume is over.

　　This volume can be regarded as an introduction, and the follow-up plot will gradually unfold, and will gradually be recognized by all parties, but the mysterious theme remains unchanged, after all, some things cannot be made public.

　　And everyone should be able to see the style of this book after writing here.

　　Focus on a folklore.

　　It just so happens that the author is best at folklore knowledge.

　　The next volume will be more exciting, and I hope everyone can give some data support.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)