Reincarnation of the Heavens: Starting from Hong Kong Comprehensive

Chapter 374 Fighting Black Mountain ([-])

"Do you have to wait for the old demon from Montenegro to come to your door?"

"One more thing is worse than one less thing. Why don't we find a place to take shelter? I heard that the old demon from Montenegro usually has a hard time leaving the underworld. As long as we escape today, he won't bother us anymore!"

Looking at the scene below, Nie Xiaoqian couldn't help but feel afraid.

There were so many evil ghosts and lonely souls. She, who was also a member of the Yin family, couldn't help but panic when she saw them, and wanted to solve the problem by escaping.

"It's useless. It knows your birth date and can find it no matter where you hide. Besides, on the Ghost Festival, the gate of hell can appear anywhere in the world. No matter how far you hide, it will only last for a moment. matter."

It was just an old demon clone to deal with. No matter how cautious Meng Fan was, he would not be timid before fighting.

What's more, the bearded Yan Chixia who is diligent in Taoism will also help, so there is no need to mess up.

Seeing how confident he is, combined with the previous glorious record of beheading the dryad grandmother, Xiaoqian felt a little more at ease, and didn't think otherwise.

In his opinion, since he chooses to resist, no matter what the final outcome is, he will not regret it!
In fact, Meng Fan still had something left in his mind:
Even if he could avoid it, he wouldn't.

Holding the book of life and death and the judge's pen, the treasures of the underworld, he will eventually face these demons, so now he just takes advantage of the situation.

To put it bluntly, let it be 21, cut off a clone of Heishan first, and test the water before talking.

"Relax, your urn has been put into the Hutian space. Unless I die, the old demon cannot take any initiative."

Although it was well hidden, as time went by, Meng Fan still saw the uneasiness in Nie Xiaoqian's heart behind him, and said with relief: "Since ancient times, evil has always prevailed. Since I can kill the locust tree spirit who has entrenched here for thousands of years, this old Black Mountain demon Just kill it!"

"Yes, evil prevails over good."

Yan Chixia made a splash.

At this moment, a burst of gongs and drums suddenly sounded, and the suona shook the sky, playing seemingly festive but actually weird music, as if welcoming a wedding.

Who in this world gets married on the Ghost Festival?

Soon, ghostly figures gradually appeared in the thick fog, led by a group of blushed musicians, all dressed in white mourning clothes, holding suonas folded from white paper, shaking their heads and playing loudly.

Afterwards, a group of female ghosts gathered tightly together, holding up the silver basin used for worship, and kept grabbing ghost money from it, just like a goddess scattering flowers, throwing it into the air at will, paving the way forward with paper money.

Further back, there are neat lines of ghost soldiers and generals, including evil ghosts, skeletons, and huge corpse demons. They are all wearing ferocious underworld armor, holding swords, guns, axes, and ferocious faces, surrounding a carved dragon chariot. .

The most conspicuous soldiers among them are two tall and burly evil ghosts, each holding a flag with gilded characters written on it:

Montenegro.

Dead city.

It's just that Meng Fan and Yan Chixia's Dharma Eyes immediately locked on to the treasure chariot carved with a dragon, which was covered with a layer of black veil.

It is true that the appearance of the person sitting upright cannot be seen clearly, but it is certain that there is an outline of a figure inside. Just sitting there, it is nearly ten meters tall.

"Evil prevails over good? What a joke."

"Who is talking nonsense and dares to call me by my name!"

The voice was low and gloomy, coming from the dragon chariot. The tone was particularly strange, and the listeners all felt chills in their hearts.

"Old demon from Montenegro." Nie Xiaoqian stood close to Meng Fan. She really didn't want to marry this old demon.

No matter how ignorant you are, you can understand that the other party must be planning something, otherwise why would they go to such trouble to create such a formation for a female ghost who can only be praised for her appearance.

Woe!

Yan Chixia turned her gaze to Meng Fan, as if she was just waiting for his order to kill the enemy with her sword. "Heishan, you old turtle is very cautious. You are just traveling as a clone, but you have to bring so many subordinates here to embolden your courage."

After replying, Meng Fan, who had no intention of quarreling, stood up directly, his energy far surpassing that of a dragon rising into the sky.

However, the old demon from Montenegro was keen on this way and said contemptuously: "Now that the immortal Buddha has passed away, a monk who has never achieved the immortal way dares to be arrogant in front of the master. He just killed a locust tree spirit."

"I really don't know how high the world is. That tree demon is just a watchdog we keep in the mortal world."

The immortal Buddha has passed away?
Montenegro obviously knew the inside story.

In addition... we...

When Meng Fan heard this, his eyes couldn't help but condense, and he thought to himself:

The form of the underworld must be more complicated. There is more than one big demon like Black Mountain. Is it the evil demon occupying other Yama Halls?

However, the Montenegrin old demon did not give much time to think, and immediately shouted:
"kill!"

Forbidden.

Groups of evil soldiers and ghost soldiers are coming to kill each other. The evil ghosts' wronged souls are in the sky, the corpses and skeletons are on the ground, and the howling wind is blowing up. The scene is particularly frightening, far better than ordinary fighting.

Before Yan Chixia could make a move, Meng Fan threw out a dragon flag and said with a smile: "Who has more soldiers under his command? That poor man will definitely not be left behind."

call!
The flag was inserted into the ground, and the divine light flashed.

I saw a battalion of strong and sharp divine soldiers appearing, all covered in red flames, like phoenixes set ablaze on a prairie fire.

There are a thousand men in each battalion, and Meng Fan has [-] soldiers and horses under his command, divided into seven armies and twenty battalions.

If you don't have any real skills, how dare you set your mind on rectifying Hades?
The flames are soaring into the sky, breaking mountains and rocks wherever they pass, and the red flames hit the ghosts. Even if it touches a little bit, it will burn fiercely and will not stop until it is turned into ashes.

Although the speed of killing the enemy was fast, Meng Fan was still dissatisfied. Another flag appeared out of thin air, and then a group of soldiers covered in lightning would rush out.

All things in the world are born and restrained by each other.

Thunder and fire are restraining ghosts and evil objects, and the effect is particularly remarkable. Yan Chixia is dumbfounded.

Just as Heishan said, the immortals and Buddhas escaped early, where did they get such a large number of majestic soldiers and horses, and looking at the posture, it seemed that only the tip of the iceberg was revealed.

"What is your background?"

Seeing his elite Yin soldiers and ghost generals being crushed and killed in a few rounds, resulting in heavy casualties, the old Black Mountain demon couldn't bear to lose face, so he snorted angrily and cursed:

"It's all useless stuff!"

As soon as the words fell, the curtain was lifted by a gust of wind.

The tall figure sitting in it shook his sleeves and robes, and hundreds of black skulls flew out of the chariot. Their whole bodies shone with an ominous black light and flew into the air.

Bang!Bang!Bang!
Continuous explosions sounded, turning into a black cloud that enveloped the battlefield. Then, fishy yellow raindrops continued like a broken bead curtain.

"Forget the River Water?" Meng Fan couldn't help but frown.

This is the river that demarcates the underworld and the underworld. It is extremely filthy and has been occupied by evil spirits who cannot be reincarnated for endless years. They are extremely resentful and specialize in contaminating people's magic weapons.

It is true that the thunder and fire are as strong as the sun, but after all, the soldiers have just been collected and nurtured by Meng Fan. Now in front of the Wangchuan water, it is obviously not enough to see——

Where the rain fell, the soldiers and horses of the two battalions were instantly sluggish. On the contrary, the remaining ghost soldiers seemed to have been given a shot of blood. Their injuries immediately began to heal, and the ghost aura was even stronger than before.

(End of this chapter)