I have a book of good and evil

Chapter 223 Nether Road, Bone Mountain

"only these?"

Seeing the confident appearance of the yin general, Feng Bingwen frowned, dissatisfied, because it didn't sound strong,

"Is there any magical powers such as the escape of the five elements and the shifting of stars?"

"..."

General Yin fell silent for a moment, feeling that the human cultivator in front of him was entertaining him, not to mention that the master didn't have such great supernatural powers, even if he had them, how could he be able to practice them with such a meager level of cultivation?

"It's fine if you don't want to go."

General Yin stared at Feng Bingwen for a while, then turned his horse's head, and prepared to leave.

"Wait a minute, I didn't say no, I just think that the supernatural power rewards prepared by your ghost king are too shabby and hard to see!"

"Only those who beat my young master can be rewarded by the master's supernatural powers."

Yin Jiang's voice was dry and hoarse.

"If your young city lord is in the same realm as me, it's easy to beat him!"

Feng Bingwen's tone was flat, he had this kind of self-confidence, the aptitude destined to become a fairy, a successor trained by a ghost king, if he couldn't win a battle with the realm, it would be called absurd.

"Simple? Then come with me!"

"You don't give enough rewards!"

"If you win, the lord of the country can open the treasure house and let you choose!"

"You are only a centurion, how dare you make this promise?"

"I am the ghost king's personal guard, the elite ghost army!"

Hearing Feng Bingwen's question, Yin Jiang's eyes were filled with gloomy fire, his bones fell, frost spread, and death spread, but his iron-clad palms held the weapon tightly, and he still didn't make a move, as if he was worried about something.

"Besides, this time the young city lord is out of the customs, and he invites his colleagues to test his supernatural powers. I just saw that you are active and powerful, so I invite you. If you are willing to go because of your tongue, then let it go!"

"Well, then let's go!"

Many things have been arranged properly, Feng Bingwen has nothing to worry about, this time the ghost general invited him, but he was a little surprised, after answering his doubts, he naturally wanted to take a look.

Ever since he entered the blessed land of the fairy mountain and obtained the fortune of the fairy gourd, he has never seen a monk who is in the same realm as himself, and everything he sees and encounters are the spirits and ghosts of Chenghuang Mountain.

Although he had heard that there were also proud sons among the powerful families, he had never met them before. This time, there was a young master of the ghost country who invited him to fight in all directions.

"Then keep up, don't fall behind, if you get lost on the way, find a way to call the elders to save you!"

General Yin believed that Feng Bingwen was the proud son of heaven from a great clan, otherwise ordinary monks encountered such a situation, how could they talk to him so calmly, and said that they could suppress the young master of the ghost country, so arrogant.

"Just lead the way!"

Feng Bingwen raised his head and took a look. Above the sky, the blood moon was hanging high, and the surrounding area was filled with gray fog. The secluded small courtyard had long since disappeared, and so had the noisy and noisy atmosphere.

However, he can still feel the rhythm of the earth's veins, which is why he can be so calm and calm, otherwise he would have slipped away at the moment the mutation occurred.

A gentleman does not stand under a dangerous wall, no matter how he joins in the fun to gain knowledge, the premise is to ensure his own safety.

Herod~
The yin general no longer responded to Feng Bingwen, he turned his horse's head, and the yin soldiers behind him led Li Shaohong, who had been cut into pieces and strung together with iron chains, and kept wailing, walking forward in the gray mist, Feng Bingwen Followed step by step.

The mist is dark and billowing endlessly, and there are mountains that can be vaguely seen, towering toweringly, vast and cold, which makes people feel depressed. Feng Bingwen suddenly didn't realize it, and followed the Yin soldiers in front of him closely, keeping a certain distance all the time.

And in his dantian, Fang Zun's fairy cauldron rotates slightly, and strands of black and yellow air hang down, connecting to the boundless ground, so that Feng Bingwen can control the land authority of a mountain god at any time.

Boom!Boom!Boom!
The sound of rumbling war drums has never stopped since the rise of the blood moon. Accompanied by melodious bugles, the friction of armor plates, the treading of war horses on the ground, and the sound of fighting with each other, is close at hand.

There seemed to be an army practicing martial arts in front of it, but Feng Bingwen walked behind the Yin army and walked through the mist for a while, but he still didn't see the ghost army practicing, just like an illusion.

"Travel with the help of the earth's veins!"

Feng Bingwen looked at his feet thoughtfully, because he could sense the earth veins at any time because he moved the mountain tripod, so he could feel the earth veins under his feet. Sometimes they were extremely gentle, but sometimes they changed in an instant.

This Yin army seems to be moving forward all the way, but in fact it is constantly passing through the mountains and ravines. Although it seems that there is no change, I am afraid that everyone has left Yunze Prefecture at this time and is heading towards the location of Qingmang Mountain. And go, the distance between them is more than a thousand miles.

"It can still be like this!"

The use of the power of the earth's veins gave Feng Bingwen a sense of enlightenment. He felt it with his heart and thought about how to use the earth's veins to move thousands of miles in an instant.

However, just as Feng Bingwen figured out a thing or two, he saw the mist drifting away, and the gray mist that could not see the surrounding scenery was completely dissipated, and then a dark and gloomy world was revealed.

A blood moon hangs high, under the scarlet bloody moonlight, a company spreads out for an unknown number of miles, entangled with evil spirits and filled with gloom.

Among them, Yin soldiers wearing black armor and holding iron daggers walked under the leadership of Yin generals, and in the depths of the barracks, there were faint auras that made Feng Bingwen feel extremely afraid.

"For strangers, this is the country of Wuding ghosts!"

Yin Jiang, who was leading the way, looked back at Feng Bingwen. His aura blended with the sinister aura emanating from this huge company. All are somewhat dangerous.

"Is this the ghost country?"

Feng Bingwen looked around, the school field in the distance was covered in darkness, it was an army that was gathering, what kind of ghost country is this?It's basically a military camp.

"This is the garrison of the Underworld Army. You were able to get here with the help of the ghost country's heavy weapons. Outsiders have another way to enter the ghost country. Come with me, and I will lead you to see the young city master!"

Just as Feng Bingwen was about to respond, the blood moon in the sky suddenly darkened, and a pillar of Yin Qi and blood fell from the sky, filled with cold air, and Feng Bingwen, who could maintain his composure, suddenly changed his face.

In the midst of the mighty Yin Qi, dragons chanted, and a hornless dragon emerged with a sinuous figure. The scales were as cold as iron forging, and surrounded by this chilong, a graceful figure emerged from it.

The five colors flowed in Feng Bingwen's eyes, and he was amazed when he saw the figure clearly.

This ghost king has bright eyes and bright teeth, a vermilion face, a high bun on the temples, a white bone crown on top of his hair, and a black gown robe with nine blood-colored dragons, walking endlessly on the robe as he moves.Added a bit of majesty and majesty to this ghost king's natural enchantment.

"See His Majesty the Ghost King!"

The moment the King of Ghosts appeared, those sinister soldiers and generals who were full of evil spirits and strong aura fell down in pieces like a wheat field blown by the autumn wind, and they all paid homage to this charming and graceful figure together.

Yin Chi Ghost King!

Feng Bingwen's face was serious, he felt the oppressive force that seemed to be real, he was surprised, but he was a little cautious, this ghost king was much stronger than he imagined, his lofty and deep aura reminded him of Xuan Ting Dragon King.

Although it is a bit offensive to say this, the Xuanting Dragon King, who has just transformed into a dragon, is indeed the weakest fairy-level figure he has ever seen. As for his master Zhao Junxian, he is only a near-celestial being.

But this ghost king is strong. What surprised Feng Bingwen the most is that this ghost king is not a ghost.

Well, in Feng Bingwen's induction, this ghost king is a living person with flesh and blood. Although the other party's vitality has been restrained extremely well, Feng Bingwen can still feel it.

It's just that the ghost king who ruled a ghost country and was visited by thousands of ghost troops is actually a living being. It's outrageous to hold the title of ghost king with a living body.

"Whose junior are you? Why are you so rude, and you think you can look around everywhere after you have cultivated the supernatural power?"

A sound of reprimand sounded, and Feng Bingwen's eyes were stabbed suddenly. When he looked again, he saw a faint Yin Qi, and the ghost king Miaoman was gone.

He only saw the Yin chi that circled the body, spit out a faint light, and had cold scales, cast like black iron. When he looked over, the dragon's pupils were as deep as a well, and a mighty dragon power pressed down.

Feng Bingwen's complexion remained unchanged, a stream of purple energy rose from his body, accompanied by Qingyue dragon chant, and the graceful yet majestic Zilong manifested, also surrounding him.

"Xi Muqing's aura? What's your relationship with that purple dragon? Could it be that his illegitimate son even gave you the practice of Qi?"

Yinchi Ghost King's eyes fell on Shui Ling, who was as imposing as her Yinchi, and was a little surprised.

"Under Feng Bingwen, he is not the heir of Prince Xuanting Dragon!"

Feng Bingwen reported his name, but he didn't know if the ghost king had heard of him.

"Feng Bingwen? Dagan that reincarnated sage? You actually came to my place, you are really a rare visitor!"

Unlike the Mr. Liu from Luming Academy, this ghost king reacted when Feng Bingwen reported his name.

"Reporting to Your Majesty, I invited him over!"

Before Feng Bingwen could answer, the Yin general who led the way for him quickly replied that he didn't know Feng Bingwen, but he could tell that the king attached great importance to this guest.

"You invited me? Good job!"

Yin Chi Ghost King praised casually, his eyes still fell on Feng Bingwen, examining the reincarnated sage up and down
Feng Bingwen immediately felt the pair of charming eyes in the gray mist.For a moment, he had the feeling that he was being seen through, but the next moment, the Xuanhuang cauldron shook slightly in the dantian, and the feeling of being peeped disappeared.

"Immortal body protection? It seems that the rumors are correct!"

The ghost king felt the shocking power from the fairy weapon, and nodded immediately. This should be the arrangement given to him by the sage before his reincarnation, so he also spoke now,
"This seat is Youming Dao, the master of the Hall of Bones, Zhan Taiyou!"

"The Nether Palace?"

Feng Bingwen was taken aback, isn't he the ghost king?Why did he become the Lord of the Bone Palace again, but he quickly realized.

This is indeed the ghost king who opened up the ghost country in Qingmang Mountain, and he is also the master of the Nether Dao. The two identities do not conflict, or the former one is more important.

(End of this chapter)