Heavens Unlimited Play

Chapter 218 Accepted, but not fully accepted

This is a city made of countless bones mixed with black bricks.

The outer wall is about thirty feet high, and there are ghost soldiers and ghost generals patrolling and guarding. Once an uninvited guest arrives, they will launch the most violent bombardment.

In the middle of the city wall, hung a plaque with a dull luster.There were streaks of blood on it, which had dried up, and it had a strong bloody smell.If you look carefully, you can vaguely recognize the three characters "City of Dead Death" from the plaque.

In the city, the will-o'-the-wisps are beating, flickering, flickering, flickering.

From time to time, ghost soldiers led groups of prisoners whose hands and feet were shackled by shackles, and they were locked in the dungeon.Or tortured, forced to ask secrets.Or coercion and temptation to make them turn against each other.

Occasionally, there was a howling of a ghost, crying like roaring, crying blood, and it was unknown that the unlucky ghost was being punished again.

Snapped!
A skeleton soldier who was in a daze on the city wall was slapped by the captain and reprimanded: "Be serious, it is very important to guard the city wall. If there is any mistake, you will be thrown into the pool of blood for training."

"What can go wrong, there are still ghosts who dare to act wild in the city of death." Xiaobing muttered.

Demons are rampant in the underworld, and the underworld is also in chaos.

If it is said that the underworld is the strongest, it is naturally the underworld.

When the underworld was strong, there were many famous monks in the three realms, such as the Ksitigarbha Bodhisattva, the Ten Temples of Yama, the Ten Great Yin Commanders, and the Four Great Judges... But now the underworld has declined and its sphere of influence has shrunk.

Where the underworld cannot manage, it is the ghost king's separatism.

Those famous ghost kings each occupy a territory and dominate.

Of course, no matter how powerful the ghost king is, he would not dare to provoke the underworld. It is an official institution, and a lean camel is bigger than a horse.

But when the Montenegro old demon was born, he broke this rule.His cultivation base is profound, occupying the city of death in vain, and the hell is helpless.

The underworld has also sent troops to conquer, but it is a pity that the five times of conquering all ended in failure.

The underworld has a profound background, it's not that you can't get rid of the old Black Mountain demon, but the price you have to pay is far more important than a dead city.

Now, this city of death in vain nominally belongs to the underworld, but it is actually controlled by the old demon of Montenegro.

With the old Black Mountain demon sitting in town, who would dare to come to the city of death in vain?
"Idiot, ghosts don't dare to come, but people dare. Otherwise, why do you think you can become a ghost soldier patrolling the city? It's not because the previous ghost soldier died." The captain said cursingly.

"People?" Xiaobing was taken aback.

In its memory, human beings are just cowardly, timid and incompetent beings who dare to come to the city of death in vain.

"That's right, the "Death Bell" rang a month ago because of a human monk, and Lord Yin Emperor had a fight with him." The captain said seriously.

"Who will win, Lord Yin Emperor or human cultivators..."

Before the question was finished, Xiao Bing knew the answer himself.

If Lord Yindi loses, I'm afraid the City of Dead Death will be breached now, and it won't be the same as it is now.

So Xiaobing changed the question and asked, "Did you catch that human monk?"

The captain shook his head and said: "No, that human monk is very strong and cunning, and may come again at any time."

Xiao Bing asked, "Are there any characteristics of human monks?"

"very handsome."

The captain thought for a while, and said three words concisely.

"Then he..."

Snapped!
The captain showed a look of impatience, and whipped his whip, knocking off the soldier's skull, cursing and saying, "Where did all this nonsense come from, hurry up and go on patrol."

"Yes Yes."

The little soldier was looking for heads all over the place, and then ran away holding his head.

He waited until he reached a blind spot where the captain couldn't see, and then he pressed his head back, thinking with some doubts: "Handsome? What does that monk look like to be considered handsome."

It has stayed in the underworld for too long, and what it encounters is either a skeleton, lifeless, or bleeding from the seven orifices, and a tongue that is three feet long...

Anyway, all of them are grotesque, scaring people to death.

After seeing a lot, he suddenly didn't quite understand the word handsome.

After patrolling for a while, Xiaobing was planning to be lazy.Suddenly, I saw two rays of light flying from a distance, the speed was unbelievably fast.

Immediately afterwards, two figures appeared in front of him.

One has a big beard with a leopard head and eyes, and a sword box on his back. At first glance, he is not a good person, nor is he a good ghost.

One is a young man dressed in white snow, holding a golden Zen staff.

This young man looks really...too dazzling.

Using Xiaobing's poor vocabulary to describe him, the only word is "handsome".

Being handsome makes people feel ashamed, being handsome makes no sense, being handsome...

Wait, handsome! !

The little soldier was startled, and made another ghost trick, and immediately felt two powerful "popularity".

is this man? !

"Wow, hit someone, I bumped into someone."

The little soldier was so frightened that he turned around and ran away. As a result, he fell to the ground and the skull's head fell off again.Followed up and hugged his head, and shouted while running: "Someone is coming, I bumped into someone."

Yan Chixia: "..."

Xia Wuji: "..."

What the hell, we haven't shouted about hitting ghosts yet, okay?

when!when!when!when!when!
A burst of Hong Zhong Da Lu's voice came to mind, and it spread throughout the city of Wushi.

In an instant, the entire city of Wushi was in chaos, and the ghosts below showed panic.

The "Death Bell", which would be rang only when something major happened, actually rang five times in a row.

Could it be that the underworld is attacking again?
"Damn scholar, you spared your life last time. You didn't know what to do. This time, you're here to find trouble again with the bearded man."

In the midair, black clouds swirled, the sky drooped, and a dozen or so figures came galloping from afar.

The person at the head is the incarnation of the old Black Mountain demon, he sternly shouted: "This time I want you to come and go!"

"Fart, last time I clearly let you live, let you wash your neck before you die." Xia Wuji smiled and said: "But judging by your dark appearance, you must not be able to wash it clean. Forget it , or let me reluctantly give you a ride."

"Death!"

The Montenegro old demon stopped talking nonsense and jumped up. He was in mid-air, but he slapped him brazenly.

The power of the palm is mighty and mighty, pouring down like the Milky Way.The billowing demonic energy even transformed into images of Yaksha, Shura, and evil spirits in the air, and rushed towards Xia Wuji.

Xia Wuji's face was solemn, like a Buddha descending, with a sacred light, he also greeted him with a backhand "Tathagata palm".

boom! !

The strength of the two palms collided in mid-air, with great momentum, like a thunderbolt exploding.There are even more hurricane and huge waves sweeping away in all directions.Some of the besieging ghost soldiers suddenly screamed and fell out.

"How is it possible, it's only been a month, and his cultivation base is so strong!" The face of the Black Mountain old demon changed.

A month ago, Xia Wuji came to the city of death alone, but was easily defeated by the old black mountain demon, and fled back to the world in embarrassment.

But before, one person and one monster fought against each other in the air.The Black Mountain old demon hit with all his strength, trying to suppress the opponent from the very beginning.

But who would have expected that Xia Wuji would also strike out with his palm.He didn't fall behind, and even had a faint feeling of ease.

Could it be that in a short period of time, this scholar's strength has increased by another level?
Or, the last time it was just a test, and he didn't use his full strength.

No matter what, Xia Wuji's progress surprised the old Black Mountain demon.If you can't make good friends with such a person, you must kill him in advance, otherwise you can only suffer.

"You all go together, don't keep your hands." The old black mountain demon waved his hand, and his ghost generals rushed forward, each performing their own unique skills.

Xia Wuji took out the red umbrella, released the "ghost in red", and said: "I will leave this group of minions to you, and I will deal with the old Black Mountain demon as soon as possible and come to help you."

Yan Chixia waved her hand: "Don't talk big, let's help you deal with the old Black Mountain demon after we deal with this group of ghost generals."

"Okay, let's see who gets rid of the opponent first." Xia Wuji clenched his palms into fists suddenly. Although he only fused with a strand of Nine-Colored Deer's soul, his perception in the world of "Nine-Colored Deer" has already Let his strength is not what it used to be.

What's more, before coming here, he spent [-] yuan to transform it into internal energy.

Today, Xia Wuji's skill is so deep that it has surpassed ordinary people's imagination and has entered a brand new level.

This single movement of shaking hands is like a thunderbolt exploding from the blue sky, as if holding the mountains, rivers, sun and moon in the palm of your hand.

Punch out.

The seemingly unpretentious and unchanged punch gave people a feeling of turning mountains and rivers upside down.It seems that the mountains, rivers, sun and moon, and everything in the world are contained in this fist.

This is exactly the new trick created by Xia Wuji after staying in the world of "Nine-Colored Deer" for three years, combined with the "moving mountain style".

——Scroll of Mountains and Rivers.

Seeing that Xia Wuji's punch was coming so fiercely, the Black Mountain old demon didn't dare to be careless. Regardless of the consequences of damage to the clone, he transferred part of the "Black Mountain Evil Qi" in the main body to the clone, and then blasted downward with the force of falling meteors. punch.

Boom! !

The two fists collided without fancy.

Amidst the deafening collision sound, a ripple in the air visible to the naked eye erupted from the punching of both fists, and spread in all directions, setting off a category [-] hurricane.

Amidst the howling sound of the wind, many ghost soldiers on the city wall, even the more fragile ghost generals, were thrown out involuntarily like scarecrows swept by a hurricane, and fell under the city wall, their bodies smashed to pieces.

The old black mountain demon was also in this collision, his tall mountain body was slightly shaken, he was thrown backwards, and finally landed on the city wall ten feet away from Xia Wuji.

And when his feet touched the ground, a strand of black blood overflowed from his mouth.The city wall that had been blessed with a special formation even burst into a circle of cracks like a spider web, which radiated rapidly in all directions, and spread across a radius of ten feet in an instant amidst the crisp "cracking" sounds.

Xia Wuji's punch contained the whole mountain and river. Although the Black Mountain old demon received it, he didn't catch it completely. Part of the force collided in his body, and the other part was unloaded on the city wall.

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(End of this chapter)