Soul Ferry: My master is Uncle Jiu

Chapter 315: The current imperial master is the same as the emperor

The black hurricane covered the sky and it was terrifying just looking at it from a distance.

As soon as An Yan's spiritual consciousness touched the hurricane, he didn't have time to check the situation of the black wind, and he felt a pain in his sea of ​​consciousness. His spiritual consciousness had actually been blown out by the black wind.

No wonder the Ten Kings of Hell are afraid of this kind of black wind. To them, the ghosts and immortals, this black wind that can scrape away bones and destroy souls is simply a natural enemy.

The Ten Kings of Hell above Fengdu City, seeing the Black Mountain Old Demon's killing move, shook their heads and sighed, as if they had already seen the scholar fleeing in the same panic as they had done in the past.

"What do you think? Is there no solution to this Black Mountain Old Demon?" King Yama said helplessly but angrily.

No one answered, apparently someone had already tacitly acknowledged the existence of the Black Mountain Demon.

Since no one came from above, they could do nothing and had no solution.

The King of the Wheel took a closer look and showed a look of surprise, "Look, something seems to be wrong!!!"

The surprised words attracted the attention of the other nine people, and they all looked over.

King Yama couldn't help but exclaimed in shock: "The wind stopped?!"

The black hurricane that originally covered the sky above the City of the Dead disappeared without a trace, and the sea seemed calm.

"what?"

"That broken fan?!"

The Black Mountain Demon opened his eyes wide with an expression of indescribable confusion, wondering if he had seen it wrong.

An Yan held the fixed fan in his hand and fanned it gently, looking at the Black Mountain Old Demon playfully.

Although there was no wind at all, he had a refreshing feeling of "with a feather fan and a blue scarf, masts, oars and sails are reduced to ashes while chatting and laughing". This feeling was even stronger when he saw the dumbfounded look on the face of the Black Mountain Old Demon.

"Black Mountain Old Demon, it seems that you are nothing special. What is the Nine Nether Breath? You are so arrogant. Aren't you afraid of being laughed at?"

"I don't believe it! Try it again if you can!"

"Mystical power! Breath of the Netherworld!"

The furious Black Mountain Old Demon could not accept the tragic ending that after years of hard practice, he was defeated by a broken fan.

This time, he went all out, not holding back even a bit of his demonic power.

Suddenly, the wind howled and the sky and the earth became dark.

One after another, huge tornadoes appeared, connecting the sky and the ground, like giant dragons circling, making harsh and irritating sounds.

"It's so noisy!"

"Quiet!"

An Yan held a fan in one hand and scratched his ears insultingly with the other hand, then fanned forward with the seemingly tattered fixed fan.

I have to say that the fan given by the ancestor is a bit broken, the same style as Jigong, but the effect of calming the wind and calming the mind is unexpectedly good.

With one fan, the raging tornado subsided.

With the second fan movement, the dark sky became clear.

After the third blow of the fan, there was no sound of wind in the City of the Dead, and the waves were calm.

The Black Mountain Demon was numb, but An Yan did not give him time to express his gratitude.

"Take this blow from my great sword!"

The Black Mountain Old Demon’s demonic power is now exhausted. He is at his weakest. We must take advantage of his illness to kill him.

An Yan summoned the Demon-Suppressing Sword again and launched a sneak attack without any moral principles, turning into thunder and attacking the Black Mountain Demon.

"The second move of Peach Blossom Sword Technique: Form and spirit are like swords, returning to oneness!"

The violent storm arose again, sweeping up peach blossoms all over the sky, obscuring the Black Mountain Old Demon's sight and hiding An Yan's figure.

The Black Mountain Demon woke up immediately and tried to use his demonic power to defend himself, but it was too late.

This sword is too fast!
Like a hot knife cutting through butter, the Demon-Suppressing Sword pierced through the heart of the Black Mountain Old Demon's chest, and a large cut appeared on the indestructible black stone body, making it transparent from front to back.

This is not over yet.

An Yan threw the Demon-Suppressing Sword in his hand into the sky, and the whole person flew into the air, with his toes pointing down towards the hilt of the sword.

clang! ! !
The tip of the Demon-Slaying Sword pierced the bald head of the Black Mountain Old Demon. A strong and powerful force poured down from top to bottom, and cracks appeared on the skull.

Bang!
The powerful force made the Black Mountain Demon involuntarily kneel on the ground, leaving two large cracks.

"Stinky scholar! Ah!!!"

The Black Mountain Old Demon's eyes widened with anger. When had he ever been defeated in such a humiliating way? His hatred for the stinky scholar reached its peak. If he could put his words into practice, An Yan would have died no less than a hundred times.

An Yan, who was standing on one leg with one foot on the hilt of the sword like a golden rooster, heard the impotent rage of the Black Mountain Old Demon and just smiled coldly, "Black Mountain Old Demon, today I will avenge the human race that you have killed over the years. If you have anything to say, go to hell and talk."

"The heaven and earth are natural, and the foul qi is dispersed. The mysterious void in the cave is shining brightly."

"The power of the eight directions makes me natural. The spiritual treasure talisman tells the nine heavens."

"Qian Luo Dana, Dong Gang Tai Xuan. Slay demons and bind evil spirits, and kill thousands of ghosts."

The divine spell to purify heaven and earth, which was originally used to save people or ghosts, became a murderous spell to kill ghosts and exterminate evil spirits in An Yan's hands.

A huge golden red sun rose up, and the golden red divine light shone on the Black Mountain Old Monster, evaporating thick black gas.

After the black gas left the body, the body that was said to be invulnerable to all kinds of weapons began to show cracks under the suppression of the Demon-Slaying Sword, and gradually spread throughout the body.

The killing power of Taoist spells in the underworld is enormous. The souls in the Forgotten River adjacent to the City of the Dead let out a painful wail.

The ghosts who were originally afraid of being bitten by snakes and insects in the river now dived into the water, fearing that they would be harmed.

The faces of the Ten Yama Kings changed one after another, and finally turned into expressions of fear. They dared not look directly at the brilliant golden-red sun.

The Black Mountain Demon knew that he was about to die, and while he still had the strength to speak, he roared loudly. "Damn scholar, do you think you can get away by killing me?"

"Just wait, someone will definitely avenge me!"

"Hahaha, by then, you will definitely die more miserably than me!"

Upon hearing this, An Yan immediately increased his strength output and even had the energy to say something harsh, which showed that he was still very energetic.

The Black Mountain Demon suddenly screamed and was too weak to say anything harsh.

"I will not change my name or surname, I am the imperial teacher of the dynasty."

"If you have the guts, then let the person behind you kill me."

"If he doesn't come, I will look down on him!"

As if stimulated by An Yan's words, the Black Mountain Old Demon screamed and cried loudly, and finally his body collapsed and turned into a pile of rubble.

The demon soul could not escape the fate of being destroyed by the Demon-Suppressing Sword, and its soul was shattered.

If the Black Mountain Demon were given a chance to do it again, he would definitely not be so careless. It was not worth it for him to die in such a miserable way just to stand up for his little brother.

Seeing that the Black Mountain Old Demon was finally killed, An Yan relaxed a little and wiped his forehead with his hand. "Huh, you made me sweat. From the perspective of an opponent, you barely passed."

Supernatural powers are no match for destiny. Even a powerful person like the Great Sage cannot climb over the Five Finger Mountain of Tathagata Buddha.

If you are a gangster without any background, no one will collect your body if you are beaten to death.

But to be honest, if the Black Mountain Old Demon did not have supernatural powers, he might not be as strong as the Dragon King he met before.

At least, Long Jun could force him to use the fourth move of Peach Blossom Sword Technique.

But An Yan was somewhat concerned about what the Black Mountain Old Demon said just now. Could it be that there was someone behind the other party?
Is it a threat before death, or is there really someone behind it?
He doesn't know.

Anyway, if there is one, we should first look for the centipede monster that stole the country's destiny.

Ever since he heard about the general situation of this world from Feng Mu, coupled with his actions, he was afraid that it would soon attract the attention of the centipede monster.

So instead of letting the other party take action first, it is better to trick the centipede monster first.

I guess the centipede monster doesn't know that he has taken the blame. An Yan smiled heartlessly.

The City of the Dead was razed to the ground in the battle between a man and a demon. Only a pile of black rubble in the center was eye-catching. This was formed after the Black Mountain Demon's body was shattered.

At the top of the Black Gravel Mountain, a millstone-sized stone caught An Yan's attention.

This stone is very different from the other dull gravels on the Gravel Mountain. The faint light is particularly conspicuous, and it exudes a mysterious and ancient aura.

interesting!
An Yan thought that the thousand-year-old tree demon grandma contributed a thousand-year-old wood heart, so what good things would the Black Mountain Old Demon, who had been practicing for ten thousand years, reveal?
He stretched out his hand towards the mysterious stone, trying to use his magic power to lift the stone, but when he really touched the stone, his expression couldn't help but change slightly, and he was shocked by the weight of the stone.

Some strong adults can lift stones the size of ordinary millstones.

But this one is different. It is not big in size, but it has the weight of a mountain. Not to mention ordinary people, even ordinary monks can't move this stone.

An Yan slightly increased his mana output and rolled up the stone and brought it in front of himself.

The stone is oval in shape and has a very smooth surface. If you look closely, you can see mysterious and ancient patterns on it that look like words.

The mysterious and ancient aura is emitted by these lines that look like words.

This immediately aroused An Yan's interest. Could this be the key to the Black Mountain Demon's mine becoming a spirit?

You know, the probability of mountain rocks becoming spirits is hundreds of times more difficult than that of plants and trees. It can be said that without special opportunities, there is basically no hope of them becoming spirits.

Even the Great Sage, who was blessed by nature, had to go through countless years before he was born.

One can imagine how difficult it is for mountain rocks to become spirits.

Just as An Yan was about to study the stone carefully, celestial auras rose from the other side of the Wangchuan River, ten in total.

An Yan raised his eyebrows, gave up the idea of ​​checking the spoils here, turned around and looked in the direction where the aura rose, and bowed, "I wonder if the Ten Kings of Hell have any advice for you?"

You didn't come to help just now, but now you're here after the fight. What does that mean?
"Haha, fellow Daoist, don't worry. The ten of us don't have any hostility."

"We are here to thank you, fellow Taoist. Thank you for removing a serious threat to our underworld."

The Ten Kings of Hell appeared in front of An Yan and bowed to him respectfully to show their goodwill.

As for the City of the Dead, where only the four walls were left in ruins, it was not a problem at all in their opinion. There was not much in the underworld except ghosts.

By then, with a single move, the City of the Dead can be restored to its original state within half a year.

People still need rest, but the wicked people suffering in hell do not. If they die again, they may be able to help Ksitigarbha Bodhisattva.

An Yan understood everything at this time, and snorted inwardly, we are fighting to the death, and you ten cowards are planning to pick up a hot dumpling with your cold hands?
An is not going to suffer this loss.

"My Lords of Hell, there is no need to express gratitude. I helped you get rid of your biggest worry, and you don't even show any appreciation?"

An Yan had a smile on his face, but he rubbed his thumb and index finger in a very mercenary manner, as if to say, forget about the superficial work and do something practical.

This caught the Ten Kings of Hell off guard, but when the ten of them looked at each other, they revealed expressions that showed they were actually fellow travelers.

They thought that An Yan would be the kind of gentleman who was very old-fashioned and always talked about the opposition between good and evil.

Suddenly, the ten kings of hell laughed together.

King Qin Guang stepped forward and bowed, saying, "We are sorry for not welcoming you well. Please follow us to Fengdu. We have prepared a banquet for you."

"There will be valuable treasures presented to you later."

An Yan also smiled happily.

"Fellow Taoist, please!"

(End of this chapter)