In the dark and gloomy space, the ghost aura blew, and the ghost cried wolf and died completely.
I saw a huge tree standing in the wind, and the branches and leaves were scattered in all directions, swaying with the wind, which looked terrifying.
At a closer look, among the densely hanging branches, it is like a dense net, but the corpse of a hanged ghost can be faintly seen.
One, two, three......
The branches of the big peach tree in Dushuo Mountain are like a life-threatening whip, penetrating the head of the ghost cultivator, and hanging the ghost corpses of the four major ghost gates.
This scene is even more terrifying than the legendary hell, comparable to the Tree of Hell.
"Alas, if you accidentally lose all the games!"
In the distance, the undead people of the four ghost gates were furious, and they mourned in their hearts.
In their minds, the terrifying picture just now was shocked.
At the beginning, the big peach wood of Shuoshan was just turned into a wooden sword, but everywhere it passed, the soul was scattered, and in the end, the branches of this big peach tree of Shuoshan were scattered, like a big net, automatically chasing out and killing prey one by one.
I thought that if I gathered the strength of all the elders, even if I couldn't defeat Chu Wangxian, there would be no problem in a draw, but I never thought that it would be vulnerable at all, and I didn't even touch Chu Wangxian's sleeve.
Not reconciled, but so what.
They lost all confidence at this time, and they only dared to wait and see from afar, and did not dare to fight again.
Constantly thinking about the previous rumors about Chu Wangxian, subduing the four major immortal gates and the four demon gates, I looked at it today, and it was worthy of its reputation.
"The four great immortal sects were subdued by Chu Wangxian, we were not wronged in defeat, as rumored, seeing Chu Wangxian, we were invincible!"
"Is that it, the elders of the four major ghost sects are at least half dead, this Chu Wangxian is too cruel, how can I explain this matter."
"Let this Chu Wangxian be presumptuous, and the face of our ghost city will be lost."
"It's better to lose face than to lose your life, more than a dozen elders of Jindan cultivation have died, who dares to go up again."
"It's really unambitious!"
When things came to such a field, all the ghosts were at a loss, and even the ghost king Gao Yingxiang had to regret it.
"This Chu Wangxian is really terrifying, it seems that I have underestimated him."
In the round of combat just now, if he hadn't used the golden cicada's shelling technique, I am afraid that it would be one of the hanged ghosts at this moment.
What's even more terrifying is that this big peach tree in Shuoshan is the nemesis of their ghost clan at all, as soon as it gets close, it is weak, and its strength seems to have been drained, and the ten-layer power cannot be exerted.
At this moment, he finally escaped, and he no longer had the heart to be strong.
"Is that it, I think I'll attack with fire!"
Zhang Xianzhong, the Taisha Ghost King, scolded, there was a big hole in his chest, which was enough to fit into his arm, and the dead air continued to seep out.
Lonely souls and wild ghosts condense their soul bodies, and after cultivating as ghosts, their bodies are different from those of living people, they have no hearts, and as long as the soul lamp in their bodies is not extinguished, they will not die.
He also picked up a life, and if it deviated a few centimeters further, it would hit the soul lamp in his body.
However, Zhang Xianzhong, the king of Taisha, has an obvious tenacity, when he was alive, he was young and suffered a lot in selling red dates in Sichuan, and he became a rogue in middle age, but he was defeated again and again, and he would not give in so much.
Zhang Xianzhong, the Taisha Ghost King, was lucky, and the others were not so lucky, the Sinful Ghost King and the Zongling Ghost King were beaten in the just round of fighting.
"For today's plan, the only way to find the Ghost Emperor of Xudu is to find it!"
Fengtian ghost monk Li Zicheng said in a deep voice.
"Emperor of the Ghost Emperor!"
As soon as they heard this name, the people present shuddered.
The Ghost Emperor of Xudu, that is the lord of the ghost city of Xudu.
However, he does not reside in the capital, but in the real ghost world.
Fengtian ghost monk Li Zicheng bowed, "I will do this matter personally, and you will wait for the news." ” Knock knock!
In the ghost city of Xudu, a bell as terrible as a ghost howl sounded.
I've been waiting for a long time!
The Dushuo Mountain Big Peach Tree devoured all the elixir spiritual materials, and grew stronger and stronger, Chu Wangxian used his means to swallow the Dushuo Mountain Big Peach Tree into his body, and completed a puzzle of the Tree of Ten Thousand Ancestors.
Chu Wangxian closed his eyes and felt it slightly.
The warm current in the body is endless, isolating the invasion of ghost qi on the body, as the nemesis of ghosts, Dushuo Mountain big peach wood foot can protect him from the erosion of ghost qi and perfectly enter the ghost world.
Chu Wangxian glanced at it and saw that Li Xiangyu hadn't left, so he asked, "What are you going to do?"
” "Me!"
Li Xiangyu was a little weak-hearted, and when she looked at Chu Wangxian's face, she naturally showed a look of fear.
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She is a disciple of the Confucian Ghost Sect, and as a result, the elders of the Confucian Ghost Sect, whether it is Elder Huang or Elder Qian, are all vulnerable.
This completely subverted Li Xiangyu's cognition.
In the past, the elders who were high in the sky were killed like chickens.
"I have no way out, and I will definitely die when I return to the Confucian Ghost Gate!"
Li Xiangyu said with a pale face.
What she said was good, she stood with Chu Wangxian, even if she jumped into the Yellow River, she couldn't wash it away.
"I have a way, it's up to you to see if you dare to go!"
"Dare!"
Li Xiangyu replied without any hesitation, she went back to a dead end, as long as there was a way to live, why not go.
"I'm not done yet, what if it's the eighteenth layer of hell?"
Chu Wangxian asked rhetorically.
"Me!"
Li Xiangyu wanted to speak and stopped, she remembered the legend of the eighteen layers of hell.
Eighteen layers of hell, also known as the eighteen mud ploughs of Buddhism.
Once you enter the eighteenth layer of hell, you will never be able to be reborn, and the eighteenth layer of hell is a dark, eerie and terrifying ultimate cage, suffering without interruption, you can't rest for a second, and you will suffer forever.
Knives and saws, fire, ice, starvation, mountain pressure, frying, all kinds of punishments continued.
Li Xiangyu was dizzy, crumbling, and could barely hold on, and she smiled miserably.
"Do I have a choice?"
She only heard Chu Wangxian continue: "The eighteenth layer of hell is just the power of Buddhism, under the eighteenth layer of hell, there is also the world you don't know, I will send you to Emperor Nuwa." ” Nu wa?
Nuwa, who created man?
Li Xiangyu didn't understand what connection Nuwa had with the eighteenth layer of hell.
What's the secret?
Chu Wangxian knew that the original ghost world was not as seen in front of him.
Today, Buddhism has become the largest force in the ghost world, and has established the eighteen-layer hell, which is a strict ghost world to maintain the operation of the world, and uses the eighteen-story giant tower as a formation to suppress the North Wind Nuwa.
If the eighteen layers of hell were not destroyed, Emperor Nuwa would never be able to break free.
And returning Emperor Nuwa's body is also a risky move.
It is believed that in time, the eighteenth layer of hell will definitely be destroyed by Nuwa, who has obtained the body, and there will be earth-shaking changes at that time. …… Half a day later.
A wide river is rolling, this big river can't see the other side, the white bones are floating and sinking, and the water ghosts are everywhere, like a hell river.
The fragrance of the river manzhu sawa diffuses, and ghosts can be seen faintly on the surface of the river.
The Buddhist scripture cloud here is "Twenty-seven dead people cross the Nai River, and thousands of teams wade through the river!"
” This is the legendary Santu River, also known as the Futou River, the Crossing River, the Mise River, and the Santu River.
The intersection of the realm of life and death.
The ghost city of Xudu is just a bridgehead built in the living realm and the power of the ghost domain.
The real ghost world is on the other side of the river.
Chu Wangxian knew that there were only two possibilities to enter the real ghost realm.
Either die and become a ghost, or become a ghost.
With his current cultivation, reaching the Santu River is the limit of what he can go.