"Nuwa has an order, don't kneel down yet!"
Ziqiu carried it with one hand on his back and leaned sideways in front of him.
Looking at the ten armies of the Ghost Emperor, the ten commanders of the fetal light, the cool spirit, the ghost spirit, the corpse dog, the Fu Ya, the bird yin, the thief swallower, the non-poisonous, the filthy, and the stinky lung.
In the face of the famous Ziqiu, the ten commanders led by Fu Ya Commander Er, each aura was released in terror, like a vast ancient statue, posing as if it were a blind eye.
"Ziqiu, if you have something to say, we'll listen."
Second, with bad intentions, he put on a posture and said with compassion.
In the ghost world, there are many souls of the ancient gods, and there are even souls of the ancient gods that are even older than Nuwa, and they are all rebellious and regard themselves as patriarchs, even if Nuwa dominates the ghost world with her own strength, it is reluctant.
Therefore, although the ghost world has the most ancient gods, it seems to be unfathomable, but the power is not gathered, but it cannot be twisted into a rope, and as a result, sit back and watch the growth of Buddhism in the ghost world.
This is true even in the fairy world.
Among the immortals, the seniority is deeply rooted, even if Taishang Laojun has already claimed to be the ancestor of heaven and earth, he does not dare to rashly ascend to the throne of the emperor, and only dares to do Cao Cao's actions.
In the ghost world, Confucius, who once sat down with Li Er and discussed Taoism, became famous in the world, and established Confucianism, is the same.
In the ghost world, Confucius rectified the ghost world for Nuwa, re-established Confucianism, unified the souls of Confucian disciples in all dynasties, established order, and made great contributions.
Therefore, in the realm of death, Confucius is called a ghost.
In terms of status, it can be called under one person, above ten thousand, Confucius is comparable to the henchmen of the Nuwa Ghost Emperor, and there are tens of millions of Confucian disciples such as Mencius and Xunzi under his command.
Even with such power, in the ghost world, the princes of all parties who regarded themselves as ancient gods did not buy his account very much.
It's like the Yellow Emperor of the Immortal Realm, and the Yan Emperor, both of which are yang and yin.
The ten leaders in front of him are all old, and in front of Confucius, who is only two thousand five hundred years old, they naturally put on the posture of an ancestor, how could they possibly give Confucius face.
Ziqiu was unmoved, flicked his wide sleeves, and in an instant, the supreme coercion fell, and he returned the favor to the other in his way, without giving face to the commander of the Ghost Emperor's Ten Armies at all.
He held the token in his right hand and shouted: "The Nuwa Ghost Emperor has an order, and the people will listen to it."
"The people will obey."
With another loud shout, Ziqiu's pale eyes released a terrifying aura.
The atmosphere was frozen.
Finally, the second negative was gloomy, knelt down on one knee to listen to the order, and the other nine generals saw that the second negative was like this, and they also gritted their teeth and knelt down slightly.
Ziqiu carried it with one hand and hung ten people for a while, and then said majestically: "Nuwa Niangniang has an order, the ten armies of the Ghost Emperor are not allowed to enter the Nine Prisons Huangquan for half a step, and the violators will be killed." ” "Not allowed in?"
The second is to raise his head violently.
"Nuwa Ghost Emperor did command so, as for why, Erwei, why don't you go and ask in person."
"Humph!"
Erwei stood up and flicked his right sleeve, ignored Confucius, and turned around to enter the Yellow Spring of the Nine Prisons.
"I will not be subject to the orders of the foreign monarch, and now that the situation is urgent, how can I sit idly by and ignore it and be at the mercy of your villain."
Ziqiu was scolded, but there was no anger on his face, just a slight sigh.
"Ladies and gentlemen, do you know who is chasing?"
"Who is it?"
Erwei sneered, can release the power of the sun, there is Fusang wood, it is likely to be one of the ten sons of Emperor Jun, as long as he catches him, this Fusang wood can be used.
"Flint."
"It's him, the Sage Flint!"
Er Wei stared at Ziqiu's face, as if to see if what he said was true or false.
"If you want to chase the wind and flint, you must also weigh your own strength, besides, there are nine prison masters in the Yellow Spring, and you also want to fight with them."
Ziqiu told the truth.
In an instant, the ten commanders of the Ghost Emperor's Ten Armies walked clean, out of sight and out of mind.
Ziqiu looked at the direction of the Nine Prisons Yellow Spring, and then sighed slightly, "The Nuwa Ghost Emperor has no last resort, I just hope that this time I can get what I want, so that the Fengsui people can smoothly enter the Nine Prisons Yellow Spring and find the key things needed for the resurrection of the Nuwa Ghost Emperor." ” In Confucius's own words, it was implied that Nuwa had not yet been fully resurrected.
He coughed slightly, then shook his head silently.
Back then, he talked with Li Er, and now Li Er has become the Taishang Laojun and rules the fairy world.
And in the ghost world, he even ordered not to move a few thorns. …… "If you want to resurrect Concubine Feng Mi, you need a treasure that can bring people back from the dead, in heaven and in the world, I'm afraid only this place has it, so this trip to see the Nine Prison Lords, what will be the final result, whether they will give up, it's hard to say."
Chu Wangxian stepped on the body of the Demon Emperor Tai Python, who had incarnated as a hundred-zhang long demon snake, and looked down on the road in front of him.
In the conversation with Feng Bingyi just now, his words hinted: There is a treasure in the Yellow Spring of the Nine Prisons that can bring people back from the dead, but it is regarded as a treasure by the Nine Prison Lords, and it is not so simple for them to take it out.
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"Ancestor, is there really something that can make people die and resurrect perfectly?
Isn't that kind of corpse refining or something?
” Feng Bingyi doesn't believe very much, the world is the world, there is really a way to die and resurrect, he uses the method of creating people with clay, trying for 10,000 years, after all, it is still the moon in the well, and the flower in the water.
"If there is such a thing, why don't the Nine Prison Masters use it, why doesn't Nuwa use it?"
Feng Bingyi asked suspiciously.
This is a tricky question, and if there is such a good thing, it will never wait until now.
Chu Wangxian laughed dryly, looking at the floating ghost stone passing in front of him, "First, I won't, and second, I don't dare, otherwise, after so many years, why is the Nine Prisons Huangquan low-key and not well-known in the ghost world, and why don't the nine Nine Prison Masters come out as Nuwa." ” At this point, Chu Wangxian smiled and said the answer.
"Actually, they have been researching it, but this resurrection method derived from the Western gods is too evil, and they are not very sure that they dare not try it."
As soon as the words fell, his eyes suddenly opened up, as if he had entered the plain.
Looking down, it was not the case, the long sand and dust rolling on the ground, this sand and dust was pitch black, black and seeping, as if it had crushed countless souls and ground them, and it became sand.
The black sand rolls, turning into a desert, and making a wailing sound, boundless.
"Don't look at the desert, otherwise the soul will fall into it, and it will not be able to turn over forever, but can only turn into a part of the black veil."
Chu Wangxian patted Zhang Qiudao's shoulder and reminded.
This is the sea of souls.
Zhang Qiudao shuddered, and quickly bowed his head and said: "Yes, Master, remember." ” Following Chu Wangxian's journey, Zhang Qiudao saw the immortals of the various realms who would never see the strange in his life.
Suddenly, the body of the Demon Emperor Python paused and stopped.
Zhang Qiudao's eyes shrank, looked ahead, and couldn't help but let out a sigh of light in his throat.
Strange, so weird.
He wiped his eyes, the buildings in front of him he had seen before, but in this place, it was too bizarre to be unbelievable.
"How can there be a pyramid by the Nile here?"
In the black sand in front of you, there is a pyramid as a towering mountain, and the style is exactly the same as the world-famous pyramid on the banks of the Nile.
"Who told you that there are no pyramids in China?"
Chu Wangxian said lightly in front of Zhang Qiudao.