Reincarnation of the Heavens: Starting from Hong Kong Comprehensive

Chapter 390 Black Mountain falls and enters the city
"Master is not willing to give in!"

"Master is not willing to give in!"

Amidst the roar, the star power boiled, and Black Mountain finally couldn't hold on, and the remnant body collapsed and fell to the ground, but even so, it still couldn't get rid of the power of the emperor star until it was completely annihilated.

"Dead... dead?"

The masters of the various forces who looked at him from the underworld were stunned on the spot. Such a mighty ten-thousand-year-old demon with unusually deep heels fell like this, without even a chance to be reincarnated. The shock in his heart is hard to describe in words.

As the person involved, Meng Fan, who drives the stars in the sky to fight like a god, is now pale, sitting cross-legged and meditating, using Maoshan jade pendants and other spiritual objects to adjust his state to avoid being taken advantage of by other demons.

However, he underestimated the impact of his killing of Black Mountain. Even though his aura was sluggish and his fighting power was reduced to that of his junior brother Zhiqiu Yiye, no one dared to approach him.

In fact, he didn't even dare to pry deeply, lest his breath be recorded and liquidated later.

Time goes by minute by minute.

Meng Fan's pale face gradually disappeared.

On the ground, after the huge black mountain disappeared, there were only three volumes of scriptures glowing with light golden Buddha light, and the remnants of ten broken relics.

Now, they are shining with rays of light, which are particularly eye-catching in the darkness.

During this period, a light tried to get close to Meng Fan and heal his injuries, but was blocked by the vast green energy to prevent it from being eroded by the Buddha's power.

If there is no guesswork, the relic should come from Ksitigarbha Bodhisattva in this world. If it is a casual cultivator with no family or sect, then it is fine. Obtaining it is completely a great blessing.

But Meng Fan was able to travel through the heavens and was a Taoist disciple with a solid foundation. Therefore, it was better not to be tainted with Buddhism. After all, the Taoist priest had no intention of changing his sect, and he despised the rebellious boy.

"Finally kill this old monster!"

In the whisper, Meng Fan, who was meditating, stood up. With a move of his hand, the formation flags with dim light returned one after another. If they were sacrificed properly, they would regain their former power in the future.

At this time, he picked up all the Buddhist scriptures and relics on the ground.

When I opened it, I saw that it was not some cultivation technique, but three magical powers.

One volume records the art of six feet of golden body.

Pudu Cihang once practiced this method, and used it to bring trouble to the world and successfully deceive the world.

As far as Meng Fan is concerned, he believes that this golden body technique should be born out of the law, heaven, and earth, so it has no appeal. In the future, the relevant inheritance will be completed, and no power of faith is needed to shape the golden body.

“Be born by faith, die by faith.”

"There are quite a few restrictions."

After two comments, Meng Fan put it away.

Another volume records the kingdom of Buddha in the palm of your hand.

One flower one world, one leaf one Tathagata.

These concepts are thought-provoking, but they are different and do not work together.

As for the last volume, it is widely circulated that it has the magical power of lion roaring.

"When the time comes, let's lend it to Yan Chixia for a look. If we meet someone who can be traded in the future, we can exchange it for other treasures."

With that said, Meng Fan gathered everything and took out a bronze token from his arms. It was engraved with unknown ferocious beasts and various simple and mysterious runes. It was obtained by Lan Ruo Temple when he competed with the old demon's clone. He could borrow it if necessary. This is teleported to the city.

"Wonderful City..."

The voices and figures suddenly disappeared.

The seal flashes once.

...In the majestic city.

"The internal structure of the underworld seems to be no different from the ordinary world."

Meng Fan appeared again.

There are countless legends about this city in the world. It was run by King Bian Cheng. When I stared at it during the battle, I felt it was extremely majestic. However, after actually setting foot in it, I felt it was a bit bland. Apart from the vast area, the layout was the same as a human city.

The bluestone streets are straight and extend in all directions. Now the road is extremely empty and filled with thick white fog. This thing can actually isolate the spiritual sense, so the field of vision is narrow and only two sides can be seen clearly——

There are rows of houses and courtyards built with blue bricks and tiles, arranged in an orderly manner. The wooden red lacquer doors are tightly closed, and white lanterns hang high. The dim light only illuminates the three feet in front of the door.

"Where are the ghosts?"

"Could it be that they were all taken by the old demon and integrated into his body?"

There are endless natural and man-made disasters in the world, and there are countless ghosts who have died in vain. Logically speaking, they should be crowded with each other, but when they stepped into the city of dead in vain, the surroundings were completely silent, and not even a ghost could be seen.

However, after traveling through four worlds, it was Meng Fan's first time in a place like this. He was seriously lacking in experience and felt something was wrong but couldn't tell him.

He simply wanted to fly into the air and see the situation clearly, but unfortunately he felt his body sink as soon as he was about ten feet away from the ground. Every inch he went up, the pressure doubled until he had no choice but to give up.

boom!
His feet stepped on the bluestone again, and an extremely dull sound came out, which was particularly abrupt in the dead silence.

"I think it's a restriction left by the seniors in the underworld, restricting the ghosts in the city from coming and going at will."

A piece of golden talisman burned, and Meng Fan's eyes flickered with light, and mana instantly filled his eyes. He raised his head again, and when he looked around, he found a clue!
This city of futile death is filled with mana threads, densely packed, forming runes all over the sky. When the restrictions are gathered together, the effect is to prohibit flying.

After all, the situation of this city is special. It was specially built by the underworld for the ghosts who died from unreasonable disasters, so that they can have a place to live before their fate is over and they cannot be reincarnated.

Moreover, most people who die unexpectedly have overwhelming resentment. If they are not restrained, they may cause disaster...

To put it bluntly, this place is not much different from a prison, dedicated to suppressing all unjust ghosts in the world.

While guessing about things, he moved forward. Anyway, the old Black Mountain demon who dominated this place had been killed, so the danger was almost negligible.

Pat, clack...

The sound of footsteps echoed, and Meng Fan was able to confirm that the city of Fusi was completely empty. The group of ghost soldiers and corpse generals gathered by Black Mountain, along with their main body, had been wiped out by the vast star power.

"It's good to be wiped out in ashes..."

"If it doesn't break, it won't stand."

For about an hour, Meng Fan, who was unable to fly and had to use his magical ability to shrink to an inch, successfully arrived at the central area of ​​Fusui City.

In front of them is a group of palaces. At a glance, they are comparable to a state in the world. They are made entirely of Yin iron and are hundreds of feet high, like a mountain peak.

Maybe Yama in the underworld doesn't like extravagance, because too much prosperity will destroy the majesty of the underworld, so there are no carved buildings or buildings in this place, and there are only a few patterns and animal carvings, and the overall style is rough.

Only six giant stone beasts stood on both sides, looking majestic and solemn.

Of course, these are all psychological factors.

In Meng Fan's eyes, it was just that, the old Black Mountain demon had dominated one side for a long time, and now that he was getting closer, the rich and smelly demonic wind could not cover it up at all.

squeak——

The main door was knocked open by Daoli.

The internal scene appeared, and the ground was in a mess. Living corpses were discarded wantonly. The smell of blood hit the face. Four ferocious-looking corpse demons dressed in underworld armor, holding axes and machetes, came directly to kill.

　The doctor told me to rest more in the future... After two days of rest, at least I can sit and type while typing, and my chest is no longer tight, ugh.

　　
　
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