The Garo clan does not appear to be resplendent on the surface, but secretly they have accumulated a lot of filth.
But then again, the development and inheritance of a clan cannot be completely evaluated using just a few words.
The ethnic groups fight unjustly and attack each other, all for the sake of their own ethnic group to stand better in the world and for the reproduction of the ethnic group.
They will do anything they can.
In this world, those who do not fight can only be enslaved.
It depends on swords and guns, not surrender.
Just like in the medieval times, the Garo tribe secretly attacked the human race.
In the eyes of the human race, it was like tearing out the bones and cramps of all the Garo tribe.
However, in the eyes of the Garo tribe, it was a holy war that established the majesty of the ethnic group.
Even now, one hundred and eight epochs later, Qingyang Huan still sees the backhand left by the Jialuo clan.
As a hostile ethnic group, he has to admire the Jialuo clan's meticulous strategy.
At this moment, his eyes were searching the dilapidated Naihe Bridge, and he saw a lonely figure crossing the Naihe Bridge under the guidance of the soul-calling bronze lamp.
Among these wandering wild ghosts, there are not only those from the human race, but also ghosts from all races in the world.
As long as they are fallen warriors from the outside world, no matter which ethnic group they are, as long as their souls are not melted, they may be sucked into this underworld. .
After they were drawn in by the black hole over the underworld from all over the world, they seemed to be under control and did not fight with each other.
Instead, they came to the Naihe Bridge together under the guidance of the soul-calling lamp.
Therefore, according to old legends, reincarnation is about life, not the body, just like a spiritual flower.
It dies after it produces seeds, and the seeds germinate again and the spiritual flower grows again.
The same principle applies to all the races in the world.
The soul that enters reincarnation washes away everything from the previous life, becomes clean, experiences the ignorance of the six realms of reincarnation, and grows up as a brand new soul.
Even those who are reincarnated have retained a trace of their spiritual wisdom from their previous lives during their lifetime.
After entering the mother's body, they were re-gestated and reborn, waiting to awaken the memories left over from their previous lives one day in the future.
Nowadays, these lonely souls are taken away by the Garo tribe, which means that many races have lost a lot of seeds of reincarnation on the road of reincarnation.
Of course, for a huge ethnic group like the human race, these lonely souls and wild ghosts plundered by the Garo tribe , compared to the number of groups, it is not a concern.
However, hidden dangers are always hidden dangers.
It’s not that they don’t happen but that they don’t happen at the right time.
"Where King Yama is" Suddenly, Qingyanghuan's eyes fell on the fake Meng Po again and asked aloud.
"Yama is gone."
The fake Meng Po moaned softly, her eyes had turned blood red, and a flower from the other shore was swaying in her pupils, as if it penetrated her heart and soul.
"Young man, please leave, you really shouldn't be here."
In an instant, Qingyang Huan's eyes moved and fell under the Naihe Bridge.
The Yama Crown in his hand trembled slightly.
At the same time, a circle of extremely fine ripples appeared in the yellow spring water under the Naihe Bridge.
The underworld water is so turbid that it is difficult to see through it, and the chill it emits is even colder than ice.
The spirit and will of ordinary warriors will be frozen here, but in this state, it never freezes.
Guru At this moment, on the Huangquan water under the Naihe Bridge, a splash of water rose up from the depths.
Buzz The crown of Yama in his hand trembled more and more violently.
As this Qi became stronger and stronger, Qingyang Huanjing Qi and spirit gathered at the peak of his body.
He wanted to see through the existence in the underworld below.
"There are evil ghosts under the water.
If they want to be reincarnated, they need raw meat as a guide.
Your appearance has attracted these evil ghosts."
The fake Meng Po spoke again, and the movement of her hands still did not slow down at all.
All the lonely ghosts walking across the Naihe Bridge would be collected by her into a part of the purple gold bowl.
Of course, compared to the number of people who crossed the Naihe Bridge Much less.
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Previously, when she was on the Naihe Bridge, she felt a strange energy appear, and a kind of movement arose spontaneously, so she just left the Naihe Bridge, and then met Qingyang Huan, and wanted to block it back, but she didn't think about it.
This has happened.
This place is already a land of decay, the underworld has declined, and only a group of lonely ghosts are left screaming.
"That's all."
Suddenly, the fake Meng Po shook her head and stopped looking at Qingyang Huan. roar Finally, in the turbid yellow spring water under the Naihe Bridge, the roar of evil beasts was heard, the waves rose one after another, and several ferocious water ghosts suddenly appeared within a radius of several hundred feet.
Several water ghosts waved their sharp claws within a radius of a hundred feet, and thick blood burst out.
Different from other ghosts and ghosts in the underworld, water ghosts have flesh and blood and strong blood.
They can be regarded as an alternative to the underworld. puff The next moment, several water ghosts collided with each other, their sharp claws tore each other's scales, and strong blood flowed into the yellow spring water, turning into a blood-colored vortex in the water.
The vortex became more intense, and the center became hollow.
Qing Yanghuan followed the hollow vortex and cast his gaze towards the yellow spring water.
Thousands of feet below, close to the stone foundation of Naihe Bridge, a dark coffin was floating in the water.
Yama The two ancient seal characters above the coffin were shining brightly.
Even after being soaked in yellow spring water for countless years, the coffin was still shining with light.
When the water ghosts around looked at the coffin, their fierce eyes were filled with awe.
Rumble The next moment, one hundred and eight thousand blood realms in Qingyang Huan's body roared, his muscles tensed, and he jumped down into the vortex.
Chill hit his face.
The blood in his body roared, and the blood in his heavenly veins evolved into a great dragon. .
He arrived at the position of the coffin in an instant, held the coffin directly with both hands, and headed upward.
However, the coffin, which was only about ten feet in size, was as heavy as a sacred mountain.
Wow!
At the moment when the coffin moved, huge waves arose in the entire Huangquan River.
The ferocious water ghosts around them went crazy and roared, trying to attack Qingyang Huan's body.
Huge waves rolled over like mountains, the turbid river water roared, and he rushed out of the Yellow Spring holding the coffin.
"King of Yama" At this moment, watching the coffin being lifted out of the yellow spring by Qingyang Huan, the fake Meng Po suddenly fell to the ground.
Not only her, but also the lonely ghosts walking around stopped one by one, knelt on the ground, and looked at The direction of the coffin.
Kakaka However, the next moment, a chill ran down Qingyang Huan's back.
The Yama Luo coffin that he had just lifted out of the underworld slowly opened on its own.
For a moment, Qing Yang Huan felt like he was being stared at by a great being.
The coldness seeped out from his pores, and the freezing coldness even froze the surrounding void.
Ice shards fell rustlingly, and he looked towards the open coffin with difficulty.
What In an instant, his pupils shrank suddenly.
In the coffin Only a broken arm.
The arm was covered with mottled blood marks, and there were no less than a thousand scars crisscrossing it.
Three of the five fingers were broken, and the bones were white.
The armor that was originally worn on the arm had long since cracked and lost its luster.
"Eh" Suddenly, Qingyang Huan saw his arm falling back into the coffin, and something seemed to be grasped between his curled fingers.
"I'm sorry."
Bowing slightly, Qingyang Huan walked towards the coffin, stretched out his palm and grabbed the broken arm.
A strong feeling of rejection came back, but the moment it came into contact with his palm, this arrangement disappeared.
No shadow and no end.
Buzz At this moment, his arm flew up from the coffin, and a finger reached out and imprinted on his palm.
The iron hook was painted with silver, and the deep red blood carved ancient seal characters in his palm.
Yama will not be reborn The underworld should be re-established Woo woo woo As the broken arm was outlined in his palm, the dark wind howled in the darkness for a while, and sadness floated in this underworld. clatter The arm that had finished outlining the ancient seal characters seemed to have lost all its strength, and suddenly fell into the coffin, without even a trace of throbbing.
At this moment, the thing originally held in his hand rolled into Qingyang Huan's palm.
"This is" A dark red stone the size of a finger, with dense lines carved on it, as if thousands of ghosts were outlined in this small space.
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This small stone was in his palm, and a warmth instantly flowed down his face.
The arms flowed into the body.
Buzz A ray of purple light flashed away between the eyebrows, and a vast dragon roar sounded in the spiritual world, complementing the warmth conveyed by this square stone.
For a moment, Qingyang Huan felt that the coldness around him didn't seem to be that cold anymore.
A faint glow appeared on the surface of his body, ripples appeared in his spiritual world, and there was enlightenment derived from the depths of his soul. call After a long time, the strange vision on his body disappeared, and the blood-red stone in his palm disappeared.
Qingyang Huan stretched out his hands, held the lid of the coffin, and slowly closed the lid again.
"The underworld shall be reestablished" Following Qing Yanghuan's low groan, the coffin trembled slightly and rowed towards the Huangquan River again.
Wow!
The coffin re-entered the Huangquan River, causing big waves.
In the distance, water ghosts undulated under the waves, with pairs of bright red eyes that filled people with chills.
"I've met my lord."
At this time, the fake Meng Po who was crawling on the Naihe Bridge spoke up.
"Lai Laoshen is short-sighted.
Your Majesty is the one who can restart the underworld."
"The Yin Division is in disorder and the underworld has collapsed.
If you can use your body as a lonely soul to help the Yin Division, this old woman must have made a great contribution.
When you come to the Human Emperor's Palace one day, you will be able to express your merits for me."
After obtaining the treasure of Yama, Qingyang Huan understood everything about walking away from the broken fragments of the underworld.
The fake Meng Po in front of him was not the same person as the previous fake Yama.
The fake Yama is indeed the back-up man of the Jialuo clan, in order to send the lonely ghosts sucked into the underworld into the Jialuo world.
The fake Meng Po, who can't compete with the fake Yama, can only get Po Meng's purple and gold bowl and collect the lonely ghosts who walked across the Naihe Bridge into the big bowl.
Unfortunately, this is just drinking poison to quench their thirst.
These are included in the purple and gold bowl.
Lonely souls and wild ghosts will all be wiped out in the end.
In contrast, Qing Yanghuan would rather choose this method, which is much better than entering the Jialuo clan and becoming a sacrifice to enhance the Jialuo clan's strength.
"Where there is merit in my body, there is guilt."
The fake Meng Po shook her head and stared blankly at the struggling ghost in the purple and gold bowl.
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