Mengmeng Mountains and Seas

Chapter 1049

A series of tombstones rose from the ground, which was the home of countless ancient heroes, and it was the last imprint left by the strong in the past and present in Santuchuan.

In the dark wind of the underworld, countless ghosts and monsters rushed out of the gate of the underworld following a huge army of ghosts, and the number was more than ten times that of the battle of the four elephants.

Among them, those powerful ghosts who left early without showing their true strength in the last battle of the four elephants finally showed their terrifying strength this time under the protection of the more powerful gate of the underworld.

There is an exquisite pagoda flying up into the sky, shedding thousands of precious lights.

An unknown strange fire erupted and turned into a pillar of fire connecting heaven and earth.

Countless spells turned into paper cranes, flying in the sky.

It was the reappearance of the souls of Qi trainers, talisman masters, sword repairers, and Emperor Dou from the ancient times. These souls recovered from the tombstones all possessed the characteristics of the sons of destiny in an era.

Their appearance is just Huang Quan's erosion of reality. To some extent, it is no longer a means of the divine will, but a higher level of power.

With the assistance of the Gate of the Underworld, the Netherworld has achieved a realm that the Divine Will level cannot enter. This power comes from the pardon of the Lord Taishan and the power of the Earth Immortal who rules life and death.

Hanged ghosts, tongue-pulling ghosts, and hungry ghosts were just cannon fodder units in the last war, but they were obviously strengthened a lot when they appeared this time.

White-clothed war ghosts, red giant ghosts, these powerful ghosts that would cause disaster once they appeared in the mortal world, are now only the regular main force.

"Tianqing, the formation that guides thunder." Qingqiu Jiuyue flipped the six yin and yang rings of reincarnation in his hands, and countless runes circulated on the corner of Nine-tailed Tianhua's clothes, and finally constructed an ancient fairy formation on this fairy clothes .

In the sky, a big thunder character appeared, and then countless thunder lights fell, bombarding the huge ghost army like a punishment from heaven.

Every time a thunderbolt fell, dozens or hundreds of ghosts were smashed into ashes and wiped out.

However, it doesn't make any sense, because no matter how many ghosts are eliminated by the Lightning Array, there will always be more ghosts emerging from the gate of the underworld, and even as time goes by, the quality of ghosts emerging from the gate of the underworld is still improving .

Finally, a ghost whose strength is equivalent to that of a fairy ring appeared on the stage.

Wearing a black fairy robe and holding a ghost bone banner, this is not an ordinary ghost monk who wears morality, but the wreckage of a ghost priest of an unknown era.

With the help of Santuchuan's power, the Nether Immortal Dao, which orders ghosts and gods to fight, will only end up in Santuchuan. The Nether Immortal Dao has been passed down from generation to generation. relief.

Touching the dead will surely bring ghosts and ghosts to hell.

This is the price they paid for the power of Lord Taishan, and it is also the rule of the Nether Immortal Dao.

The losers on these great roads eventually became part of the Santu River and became the subordinates of Lord Taishan.

If there is the first one, there will be the second one, and the third one, as if a taboo door has been opened, more Netherworld Immortal Warlocks appear in the Netherworld camp.

Without exception, they bowed their heads to the Netherworld, which was the imprint engraved in their souls.

They who became part of the Santu River could not refuse the call of the Nether Huangquan, the Lord of the Night Walk of the Hundred Ghosts.

"Yellow Spring!"

"Ghosts!"

"Destiny!"

"Not return!"

"Netherworld!"

"A pardon from the Lord Taishan!"

"attack!"

The twelve ghost girls each lead about three ghost sorcerers, hundreds of ghosts and bone flags waved, and amidst the screams of countless ghosts, the attack began!

Souls with visions appeared in front of their respective tombstones, their eyes shone with light, and their bodies roared like dragons and tigers.

They are all the protagonists of an era, representing the pride of an era, otherwise they are not qualified to set up a tombstone in Santuchuan.

Their names, even in this era of fairy arts, are still being recited. They are true heroes.

In the era when fairy arts didn't exist, they used to be full of enthusiasm and wrote their own myths.

Because their great achievements have been handed down to the age of Xianshu, their stories are also recited in the Santu River.

These tombstones are not set up for them by anyone, but the affirmation of their past by this world.

They are people who have been praised, and they are the incarnations of heroic souls from ancient times.

"Xiao Jiu, close your eyes and take a break." Looking at the army of ghosts attacking, Qingqiu Jiuyue seemed to have made a difficult decision, and the six samsara yin and yang rings spinning around her fingertips suddenly closed, impartial It fits right on her wrist.

"Crack!" Like the sound of a certain part being closed, Qingqiu Jiuyue's eyes obviously changed.

"Ah?" Xiao Jiu closed her eyes obediently, and then her figure suddenly disappeared from Qingqiu Jiuyue's embrace, and entered the yin and yang ring of six paths of reincarnation.

"I have no choice but to borrow the power of this person..." Qingqiu Jiuyue sighed, as if he had a headache.

Next, she slowly folded her hands together and read out a sentence of unknown meaning.

"You are a mirror, reflecting the reality of the world, a mirror of thoughts on the other side of the starry sky."

Accompanied by this voice, it seemed that something slowly woke up in Qingqiu Jiuyue's body.

"I am a mirror, reflecting the truth of the world, a mirror of thoughts on the other side of the starry sky."

Qingqiu Jiuyue's eyes became quiet, and the aura gradually dissipated in her pupils.

"You are the shadow, dancing in the light of the sparks, in search of the departed children of the stars."

The voice, like retelling and announcement, revealed the unspeakable secret little by little.

"I am the shadow, dancing in the light of the sparks, in search of the departed child of the stars."

"With the blood of the golden-haired and jade-faced nine-tailed fox as evidence, I will... fulfill the ancient promise."

"Contract, complete."

"God is coming!"

"Boom!" A huge shock wave appeared on the battlefield, and countless ghosts were blasted into the sky around Qingqiu Jiuyue, which was surrounded impenetrably.

"finally reached."

"Qingqiu Jiuyue" showed a long-awaited smile, looking at her crystal clear snow-white hands.

The four blue colored glazes left the Nine-Tails Tianhua Immortal Cloak one by one, and were surrounded by different rays of light.

It is the crystallization of the power of countless elements such as wind, thunder, light, ice, fire, etc. It is the reflection reflected in the world of seas and mountains in response to the thoughts on the other side of the starry sky.

Countless distances were crossed, countless obstacles were overcome, and wishes finally came true.

However, Qingqiu Jiuyue frowned soon, and looked at a certain place in the sky with dissatisfaction.

"Only 10 minutes?"

"Too short, too short!"

"How do I find my father?"

(End of this chapter)