Stay on the side The corners of Ikeda's mouth twitched, he was also a great onmyoji, and he was so despised.
But he also knew what Xie Bi'an represented in Huaxia, so he didn't dare to say anything, and walked aside with a black face.
The red mist in the sky gradually began to thin out, and the silver light on the ground slowly dimmed.
Under Xie Bi'an's arrangement, Chen Xiaoice, Hua Long, and Zhu Shimeng sat down around the stone chair, forming a triangle, each ready to wait for the moment when the formation was broken.
Zhang Cheng entered the mine at night, experienced all kinds of hardships and dangers in it, and traveled to the corpse world, and he couldn't feel the change of time.
But in reality, it had been a whole day outside, and by this time it was already dark, and the abandoned mine was lifeless, without a trace of light.
In front of the mine, I don't know when a large black mist gushed out, and there was a faint noise inside, as if someone was fighting.
Dozens of Yin soldiers in the Yama Hall were guarding the entrance of the cave with large swords, fighting with a group of mages.
Among this group of mages, many of them are Heavenly Master cultivators, and they also bring magic weapons to restrain ghosts, and they are actually on par with the Yin Soldiers.
A black-robed man with an extremely tall figure stood behind the Yin soldiers, his hands sealed, standing still, and endless black mist emanating from his body, covering all around, enveloping the entire battlefield.
This person is the black impermanence Fan Wusheng, known as the eighth master.
As soon as those mages came into contact with the black mist, their speed slowed down significantly, and in the blink of an eye, three of them were cut down to the ground by the Yin soldiers.
As soon as these people fell to the ground, the Yin soldiers behind immediately shook out the soul hook rope and forcibly pulled the soul out.
Fan Wusu stretched out his hand and pointed at it, and these souls were immediately wrapped in black light, screaming and being pulled into the ground, forcibly sent to the Yin Division.
If they dare to make a move with the Yin God, what awaits them must be endless hellish torture.
At this moment, a short, fat, ball-fat man walked out, and with a wave of his hand, he released a blue light, forcing the black mist away in all directions.
If Zhang Cheng was present, he would be able to recognize at a glance that this fat man was the big shopkeeper of Duobao Pavilion that he knew before, Jin Thirteen And as soon as he made a move, he broke Fan Wusheng's spell, this inconspicuous fat man could never be as simple as a heavenly master.
Jin Thirteen made a move, and he didn't know where to conjure a money sword, each of which was a carving mother's big money, there were one hundred and eight of them, and the mana fluctuations surged forward like ocean waves, forcing those Yin soldiers to retreat again and again.
"Eighth master, I haven't seen you for a long time, don't come here unharmed" Jin Shisan looked at Fan Wusu and smiled heartily.
"Dignified immortals, it's ridiculous to be reduced to working for the queen, wait for the deity to take you down, go to hell and reflect slowly" Fan Wusu snorted angrily, black light gushed out from his hands, and he struck straight towards Jin Thirteen.
Black Impermanence was famous, and Jin Shisan didn't dare to be careless, so he hurriedly pinched the sword trick and fought with Fan Wuxuanyou.
"The eighth master is a yin god, naturally he doesn't understand the suffering of the mage in the yang world, even if he cultivates to a high level, he still can't escape death, and his cultivation disappears, how sad" Fan Wuxu sneered, "So you will take refuge in Houqing Yuanshen, hoping that one day he can take you to the corpse realm" Jin 13 replied: "Yes, the corpse realm is beyond the Three Realms, as long as you don't die, you can live forever, isn't what cultivators seek is immortality?"
Hei Wuchang's face turned cold, and he didn't say more.
Jin Thirteen's words represent the thoughts of many Yang Mages for thousands of years I have worked hard to cultivate all my life, but when the time limit comes, everything will turn into smoke, whether it is an earth immortal or a heavenly master, in the end, they are just the lowest level ghosts, which is really unacceptable.
In this way, going to the corpse realm became the last choice for these mages.
But the corpse world is not so easy to mix, big demons and evil ghosts are rampant, the human race is declining, after the past, you have to not only worry about survival, but also guard against foreign attacks at any time, one bad is that the soul is scattered, and there is no chance to become a ghost.
So these people chose to follow Hou Qing, Hou Qing is one of the four zombie ancestors, as long as the Yuan Shen returns to the body, he is definitely a top existence after going to the corpse world, and they have no worries.
To this end, they did not hesitate to hibernate for thousands of years to create the Duobao Pavilion, while looking for a way to break the seal, while secretly accumulating financial resources to absorb more believers.
In order to firmly control this power in his hands, Hou Qing did not hesitate to consume the power of the Yuan Shen and used the curse technique to rejuvenate some mages with high cultivation.
These people are all about to end their lives, and they have lived for a few years, and they are suddenly rejuvenated, as if they have picked up a life, and they naturally respect Hou Qing even more.
Over the years, Hou Qing has shot a total of thirteen times, and each of these thirteen mages is an earth immortal cultivator, and after rejuvenation, he took Jin as his surname.
And Golden Thirteen is one of them.
According to the information that Yin Si has, these thirteen earth immortals used to be the elders or elders of some great mountain gates, and after they were taken under the command of Hou Qing, they became the big treasurers of the Duobao Pavilion, and their status was extremely high among all believers, and they were also known as the thirteen protectors.
Because of the loss of his body, Houqing's Yuan Shen rarely appeared in person, and the hiding place was extremely mysterious, even the vast majority of people inside the Duobao Pavilion did not know.
And the people who usually come forward to do things are these thirteen big shopkeepers, which are equivalent to the spokespersons of Houqing.
Jin 13 couldn't help but laugh when he saw that Hei Wuchang's face was gloomy, and while continuing to fight, he said: "Although the Eighth Master is one of the four great ghost generals, but Xiu Wei and Poor Dao are also between Bozhong, it is not good for everyone to continue to fight, it is better for Eighth Master to get out of the way, and return to the ancestor with Poor Dao, in the future, the king will be in the corpse realm, and there will be no restraints, wouldn't it be much more comfortable than staying in the strict discipline of Yin Si."
Fan Wusu snorted angrily, "Hugh has to talk nonsense, the deity is a yin god, how can he be in the same stream with you, if he knew that you have today, even if he violates the yin law, the deity will kill Qiyun Mountain and kill you with his own hands."
"Qiyun Mountain" Jin Shisan laughed, "Although Poor Dao was born in Qiyun Mountain, but now it is under the command of the Ancestor, you don't have to try to disturb Poor Dao's mind, ask you one last time, let me go" Fan Wuxu sneered, "Since that's the case, then there's no need to talk nonsense."
I want to go over the deity first."
"Well, it seems that the poor Dao is really going to slaughter the gods today" Jin Thirteen's face turned cold, the money sword slashed down suddenly, and a few words were said in his mouth, and one hundred and eight eagle mother big money released Dao golden light, and the momentum was huge towards Fan Wusheng.
Hei Wuchang stretched out a hand, and endless black mist poured out, swinging out the golden light, and continued to fight with Jin Thirteen.
Outside the mine, true qi and ghost power suddenly flew sideways, and the explosions rang out repeatedly, and the momentum was terrifying to the extreme
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