Chapter 1639 Nether Sea

"Xiao Lang, sit down!" Ziming reminded, chanting the soul-moving mantra again, pointed the bone stick, and the flying boat flew up slowly, and flew towards one of the Nether Eyes. Above the eyes, there were streaks of faint green brilliance on the flying boat. This brilliance fell in the air to form soul curses one by one, and fell into the eyes of the nether world like snowflakes. The sound sounded, and the brilliance in the Nether Eye was also great, as if the eyes were opened, a green beam of light sprayed out and covered the flying boat, and the flying boat tilted slightly and immediately landed in the Nether Eye.

Xiao Hua stood at the sound of the flying boat, but saw layers of green light overflowing above the flying boat, just like the protective brilliance of the flying cloud flying boat, and this flying boat is completely transparent, and the place where it steps seems to be nothing, it can move around The situation is clear.

The flying boat rushed into the Eye of the Nether, and strong winds of the Nether made the flying boat a little bumpy, and even the green mask on the left was extremely swaying, as if it could be annihilated at any time, and within the Eye of the Nether, facing Xiao Hua What he looked at turned out to be iron corpses similar to Jiushenwei! ! !

These iron corpses stood on the rock wall inside the Nether Eye. The rock wall was layered, with nine standing on each layer. From what Xiao Hua saw, there are probably more than ten layers, that is to say, there are nearly a hundred iron corpses.

"Oh?" A little stunned, "This... this eye of the netherworld..."

"Hehe, didn't I say that before? The Nine Divine Guards are located in the Nether Eye, so naturally there are iron corpses in this place!" Zi Ming smiled.

"Are there any in the other five Nether Eyes?" Xiao Hua thought for a while and asked again.

"Yes, it's in every Nether Eye!" Ziming replied without hesitation. "Only the exact number is uncertain!"

"Then... every Nether Eye is the same, or is the Nether Eye you chose somewhat different?" Xiao Hua asked again.

"The Nether Eye chosen by my concubine is naturally different!" Ziming said with a smile, "If it is the same, then I am so sure that I will win? As for why it is different, Xiao Lang will know later." !

"Okay~" Xiao Hua watched the flying boat slowly fall against the wind, each iron corpse was like a guard standing beside, nodding slightly.

The flying boat fell straight down for a meal, probably as much as a thousand feet, but it seemed that the Nether Eye still had no end. What surprised Xiao Hua was that the number of iron corpses seemed to be endless. It was always dangling in front of his eyes.

"Ziming... How many iron corpses are there in your Houtu Village?" Xiao Hua couldn't help asking.

"Hee hee. The exact number... I really don't know!" Ziming said with a smile, "This kind of secret is only known to the old Wu! However, I think there must be 100,000 if there is no 200,000. !"

"So many!" Xiao Hua took a breath, he had seen the strength of Nine God Guards before. It is more powerful than the monks in the late foundation establishment period. Almost comparable to Jindan. If there are iron corpses with the strength of 200,000 golden cores in Houtu Village, then the ordinary cultivation sect of Taoism, oh. Not to mention ordinary sects, even Yu Leizong... I'm afraid they are vulnerable, right?

But Xiao Hua's astonishment was not over, and Zi Ming's words made Xiao Hua's jaw drop again.

"But this is nothing! According to Wu Lao, there are flying iron corpses, flying copper corpses, etc. in Mengshan Mountain. Although their strength is not as good as Hanba, they are also stronger than the Nine Gods Guards in Houtuzhai, and there are a lot of them. Millions of them!"

"It's true!" Xiao Hua couldn't believe it.

"Hee hee, why did I lie to you?" Ziming laughed.

"So, your Daoist monks are just chicken belly intestines. They always think that my Mengshan soul warriors are uncivilized. They think of your cultivation of the Three Kingdoms just like sword cultivators! In fact, if we have the heart, where are we? opponent?"

"Hey, maybe not!" Xiao Hua immediately came to his senses, "You have a lot of iron corpses and copper corpses in Mengshan, but they are all dead things, and they still need to be driven by soul warriors. And these soul warriors... I'm afraid it won't be easy They are the opponents of my Daozong cultivators! Moreover, my Daozong Yuanying, Huashen and other masters have superb methods, I am afraid that you will not be easy to deal with!"

"Hee hee, what Xiao Lang said is reasonable! However, I never thought of going to war with Daozong, and I didn't think much about it!"

Hearing this, Xiao Hua thought of something again, and asked: "Zi Ming, the spell you used when you drove the flying boat and swung the bone staff should be a soul spell, right?"

"Yes~" Ziming knew what Xiao Hua wanted to ask as soon as he rolled his eyes, "Hey, does Xiao Lang also want to recite the soul-moving curse?"

"Indeed!" Xiao Hua replied honestly, "Xiao has also practiced soul art for a few days, but he can't recite the soul spell no matter what, and he doesn't even know how to pronounce it! First in the soul refining cave, he once I asked Master Keqin..."

"Hehe, what the old man said is right, Master Xiao... You'd better give up!" Knowing that Xiao Hua is not giving up, Ziming pursed his lips and said with a smile, "This soul curse can only be used by the descendants of the twelve great gods with the power of blood." Sent, you are always a Taoist monk, it is better to think about casting spells!"

"Hehe..." Xiao Hua also smiled, "Could it be...it's not possible to exert strength with soul silk?"

"Oh? Looks like Master Keqin... Hehe... You really talked a lot with Master Xiao!" Ziming nodded, "Of course the soul thread can pronounce, but how can it be so simple? If it is possible, those who practice soul art Swordsmen and monks can already recite real soul curses!"

"Oh, then... there is no other way? Or, isn't it a real soul curse that Xiao can also recite?" Xiao Hua was overjoyed.

Ziming shook his head: "I don't know the method! Maybe I will ask Mr. Wu later! As for the specious soul curse, in fact, it is not really using the power of the blood, but using the sword essence and true essence to activate the aura of heaven and earth. It's similar, and it's fundamentally different from Mengshan's soul art."

Speaking of this, Ziming looked at the iron corpses around, and frowned again: "Actually, when it comes to spells and soul arts, I have never been very clear about it, or I also admire the seniors of the Taoist sect very much." My Mengshan magic is inherited from the ancient times, it is passed down by the twenty great gods, casting the soul, consolidating the blood, it is the way to walk the body to accept the heaven and the earth, and the magical power of the nine heavens. , Could it be that it affects the sky! But it is precisely because of this that the inheritance has become thinner and thinner, and there are fewer and fewer powerful people who can shake the wind and the clouds! The Taoism does not pay attention to these things, but uses the flesh as the body. Introduce and cultivate the spiritual energy of heaven and earth, and use the power of heaven to achieve your own supernatural powers. These supernatural powers seem very small, but they always use the tiny energy of your body, and will not consume blood and life essence. It can't be compared to my soul art, but...it can't stand to be easy to cultivate, and the aura of heaven and earth that can be used is infinite!"

"Actually, as Xiao Lang said just now, your Daozong's Nascent Soul and Huashen seniors can affect the battle situation. Although my Mengshan soul warriors do not have as many Daozong's Huashen, but...only one can be equal to Huashen. How many gods are there? It’s not impossible!”

"That's right, what Zi Ming said is true!" Xiao Hua has practiced spells and soul skills, so he naturally knows the difference between the two, "Taoism and Mengshan...should be two different directions of cultivation! Just like Sword cultivators, Buddhist sects, and... Confucian cultivators are average. Although Mengshan's soul art is powerful and hard to defend against, every time it is used, it is a life and death sentence! But after all, it has a great relationship with the blood, if it is not for Xiao Mao. With a pure bloodline, he probably won't even have a trace of soul power! But my Taoist sect is not like that, as long as you have the physique to cultivate, you can practice regardless of whether you have bloodlines or not! Even Xiao Mao, who is simply a Mongolian The mountain's soul warrior was born, but he can also successfully cultivate to the middle stage of foundation establishment! In fact, there are so many ways of cultivation in this world, which fit the theory of the three thousand ways of the great way, and each has its own characteristics!"

"Hee hee, Master Xiao really knows a lot!" Ziming pursed his lips and praised again, "I also know Buddhism and Confucianism, since you know Confucianism, it's possible that you haven't seen what's going on in my back village and the side Is it different?"

Xiao Hua laughed as soon as he heard it, nodded and said: "So that's the case! It seems that there is also the inheritance of Confucianism Cultivator in Houtu Village!"

"Hehe, there are some Confucianism cultivators in Mengshan! I also had Ji Man, a Confucian cultivator, in Houtuzhai, and even Confucianism was still prevalent in Mengshan. The old man called himself 'Zhen', and Ji Man called himself 'Aijia', both of which were borrowed from Confucianism cultivators! Oh, all the palaces in my Houtu village were built after the classics of Confucianism cultivators! In addition, my Houtu Zhai Zisi's name was also influenced by that time!" Ziming said mysteriously, "Also, now this Ji Man is also very respectful of Confucianism cultivators!"

"Oh, those Confucianism Cultivators..." Xiao Hua asked with joy on his face.

At this time, the flying boat stopped suddenly, as if it had stopped, and then it slid smoothly, and the ghostly wind was also much smaller.

"Oh, it's coming so soon!" Ziming felt that the time passed too fast for the second time, and then he said casually, "What else can those Confucianism cultivators end up with? Apart from leaving some classics, All descendants either perish, or merge into my Mengshan people..."

"Books?" Xiao Hua's eyes began to roll.

"Don't think about those classics!" Ziming already understood Xiao Hua's greed, looked at the iron corpses standing all around and said, "That's all under the control of Ji Man! She's so precious, it's impossible to give it to you." Yes! Of course, if..."

Speaking of this, Ziming's eyes sparked a trace of coldness.

"Huh, huh, huh..." It seemed that the sound of the tide gradually came from a distance, and the smell of blood gradually became stronger.

"This is..." Waiting until Xiao Hua saw that the thick blood was just soaking some iron corpses, and there was a pitch-black mist in the blood, he couldn't help being dumbfounded. (To be continued..)