Chapter 620 Incense Creates a God, and Huangquan Is Born

This scene fell in the eyes of the second godson.

In those eyes, the majestic ghost gate was reflected, with endless evil ghosts coming ferociously.

Just now murmured.

"It turns out...this is evil..."

But in that tone, although there was surprise and doubt, there was no panic.

He raised his hands, and while waving them, a halo of light flowed in his hands, and shouted: "Get up!"

The next moment, the entire Wojiao was shaken!

Look in the direction of the ten imperial palaces, endless roars are rising into the sky!

Endless terrifying resentful souls were awakened, and terrifying ghost faces formed a group of ferocious and strange terrifying monsters, just like the ancient demon god, opening his eyes!

At that moment, looking from a distance, the entire Wojiao was like a huge stone in the ocean, surrounded by countless fish.

But at a glance, you will be shocked to find that those "fish" are all grotesque and terrifying deformed creatures!

Their whole bodies are composed of terrifying ghost faces. Between the ferocious roars, they have different shapes. There are terrifying giants with three heads and six arms, illusory fishes that look like giant kuns, and huge monsters with pig heads and human bodies...

Heads climbed out from the depths of the imperial palace, so densely packed that there were tens of thousands of them!

——These are the terrifying "soul soldiers" that the True Sect has forged with endless wronged souls over the past twenty years.

Now at this critical moment, the second godson was awakened in an instant to meet the invading enemy!

"go!"

Following his order, the endless terrifying soul soldiers charged towards the Guimen Pass!

It's powerful, but... it has no effect!

Look at the ferocious evil ghosts, they seem to have natural restraint against these soul soldiers. When the claws and claws tear apart, the terrible soul soldiers disappear into thin air, and the endless resentful souls are scattered!

But because the number was too huge, it still slowed down the evil ghost army!

——This is enough.

Anyway, all he needs is to delay time.

Delay the time for him to regain his prosperity and use his methods.

The second godson turned his head and looked at Jing Changsheng, who was teleported by the Dongxu Formation and had a confused look on his face, not knowing the situation.

"Where is this? What is going on?" Jing Changsheng looked around and muttered to himself, only to see that in this strange and huge palace, there were endless horror scrolls carved on the walls and ceiling, which made people feel uncomfortable. My heart felt cold.

Then, his eyes fell on the young man in black and white robes in front of him.

He stood up, condescendingly asked, "Who are you? What do you want to do by moving me here?"

The second godson didn't speak either, but made countless dharma seals with his hands.

"Don't tell me? Then go die." Jing Changsheng shook his head with a fierce look in his eyes.

After finishing his words, he raised his hands, and the endless clouds of incense and ashes rose up in a mighty manner, turning into a rolling torrent and killing the second godson!

However, the next moment, the face of the Holy Son of Yama solidified.

Because he was always invincible, the power of the incense that he commanded like an arm, when he used it to attack the person, it actually stopped around the other person and did not make any further progress.

It didn't feel like the other party had used some means to block the attack, but more like... it stopped on its own initiative.

"It's...sad..."

The second godson raised his head and sighed slowly: "I have been with you day and night for several years, giving you strength, but you don't recognize me."

At that moment, Jing Changsheng was stunned.

Then, the mask on his face suddenly peeled off without any control and flew towards the other party.

"Or if you use this voice, you can hear it?"

The second godson held the mask and crushed it.

The power turned into endless gray incense and poured into his body, and his voice became hoarse and harsh.

Jing Changsheng was stunned.

Because this voice was exactly that ghost-faced mask, which was his creation by chance, everything he relied on, and was the "god object" given to him by the supreme Lord of the Eighth Path.

"You...you are...that guy?" Jing Changsheng murmured, and then he breathed a sigh of relief, "If you didn't tell me earlier, you would have scared me. By the way, under the rule of Yan Mo, 99% of the holes... The virtual formation has been formed, and I have fulfilled my promise to you. When will you refine it into incense and help me achieve enlightenment?"

"Right away." The second godson smiled slightly and took a step forward.

The power of the billowing incense swirled around him and suddenly stretched out, piercing Jing Changsheng's chest and abdomen between the lightning and flint.

The latter raised his head blankly and looked at his second godson in astonishment.

Then I heard the second godson continue, "However, it's not to help you become a Taoist, but... to help me."

Then, the severe pain between the chest and abdomen came!

Jing Changsheng just reacted!

Holding back the severe pain, he raised his hands and condensed endless incense to kill the opponent!

But what he never expected was that the moment the billowing torrent of incense flew out, it suddenly turned in a circle and drowned him!

The next moment, terrifying power erupted in the incense ash cloud, crushing his entire body, meridians and bones in an instant!

Jing Changsheng's expression suddenly changed drastically!

Compared to the pain of almost shattering his bones, he was even more shocked that that extremely terrifying power of incense, that terrifying power that he once regarded as relying on evil, actually... turned against him? !

"Maybe you haven't noticed it all this time."

The second godson looked down at him and shook his head slowly.

"The owner of these incense has never been you from the beginning to the end. But you have always been kept in the dark and you are so self-righteous. No wonder you have been unable to defeat the Yama Saintess for so many years."

Jing Changsheng's eyes widened angrily and he wanted to say something.

The second godson seemed to have no intention of saying anything more.

look up.

The incense falls.

The Holy Son of Yama was wiped out in ashes.

All that was left was a soul that couldn't stop cursing, which was taken into the possession of the second godson and never heard of again.

At the same time, the second godson, who became one with the Ghostface Mask, closed his eyes.

He took out a palm-sized incense burner from his arms and opened the lid. Inside was the endless gray mist that condensed into substance.

He turned his hand and poured it down gently.

The billowing gray cloud poured out of the small incense burner.

As if there is no end, the palm-sized incense burner is pouring out endless clouds of terrifying incense ash at this moment!

At that moment, the endless incense, with the second godson at the center, rose endlessly!

In an instant, the entire imperial palace was filled with terror, spreading towards the sky!

The billowing incense instantly rose to a height of tens of thousands of feet, overwhelming the sky and the earth!

Then, in the void, there was an endless murmuring sound that slowly sounded. If you listen carefully, you will find that it is the sound of countless chants. It's like countless beings are whispering, turning everything they have into incense!

The second godson emerged from the incense, sitting cross-legged and rising in the air, like a god sitting upright on a billowing gray cloud.

He opened his eyes, and a strange light appeared in them. He pointed at the flower and said, "——Forging God."

The next moment, the billowing incense suddenly condensed, evolving into a terrifying figure thousands of feet high in the endless sky!

The billowing gray mist of incense turned into the skirt of clothes, with a giant gray ring on the back and three gray and black flowers on the top of the head, like an ancient evil god sitting upright in the sky!

Point downward.

Boom!

The endless incense fell, and the army of evil ghosts in the underworld was immediately thrown away by the terrifying power of the incense and hit the ground heavily!

Loud bang!

The second godson looked down at the world, like a god, and his eyes fell on Yu Chen.

"I don't know who you are, but that doesn't matter.

Nowadays, the ways of the world are all false ways, and the laws of the world are all false ways. Only the true way, entering the way with incense and fire, is the eternal and supreme method.

Today, I will use endless incense to cast a god here and subdue you under the power of the god. "

After the words fell, the incense body reached out again and landed a palm!

Look at the billowing incense surrounding it, rolling in brilliant colors, as if the sky is falling!

The evil ghosts from the underworld, who are comparable to the Heavenly Realm, are as hard to support as the rubble in the storm.

——Hedao!

Yu Chen took a deep breath. This so-called "God of Incense" seemed to have the power of harmony!

——The dragon owl of the Zhulong family who wanted to kill him outside the secret realm of Pingtian was only so powerful!

But looking at it, this power didn't seem to be cultivated by the so-called second godson.

It's more like...a foreign object like a magic weapon.

But even so, it cannot change the terrifying power that is comparable to Hedao!

Yu Chen waved his hand to stop the line, and the endless evil ghost immediately stopped slowly and stopped moving forward.

"Have you given up?"

The second godson looked down and muttered to himself,

"It's a sensible move, know how to advance and retreat."

After a pause, he slowly shook his head,

"But invading Wojiao, disrupting the plan, and killing believers are already capital crimes. After seeing all the secrets of our religion, I will never let you go.

If you want to survive, then kneel down, abandon the darkness and turn to the light, surrender to me, offer that dark door, submit to my seat, submit to the true way, and I will spare your life. "

As if he really was the supreme god who judged all living beings, the second godson stood high above, overlooking Yu Chen.

Yu Chen also looked at him, without answering or refuting.

But the sight of the incense and fire god's body made him feel an inexplicable feeling of disgust.

What Yu Chen can be sure of is that he has never seen such a "way of incense" in his life.

This is the first time.

But this first meeting made him instinctively feel uncomfortable.

——This does not even matter whether this power is controlled by the second godson of the True Religion. Even if it appears in the hands of a friendly camp, Yu Chen will feel the same disgust and contempt.

That feeling is like an instinct imprinted on the soul or something.

Just like water and fire, light and darkness, they are inherently distinct and cannot be changed.

After calming down the strong disgust in his heart, he took a deep breath, looked at the hot steam rising from the dark red Wojiao Mountain rocks, shook his head and said, "It's too hot, it's going to rain."

The second godson frowned.

He thought about the other party's reaction in thousands of ways.

Anger, confusion, fear, despair, or a fight to the death.

He wouldn't be surprised if Yu Chen had these reactions.

But what he didn't expect was that the power he borrowed belonged to the supreme ancient immortal, the power of incense shared by millions of people.

The other party was actually so...calm.

He was so calm that it seemed as if the other party was the one condescending.

Then, in his confusion, he saw it.

The unruly evil ghosts, as if they had seen some terrifying existence, lowered their heads deeply and trembled.

Even when they were crushed by the power of incense, they didn't have such expressions.

swish swish——

The second godson seemed to be responding to Yu Chen's words when he was in shock and doubt.

It's raining.

Patches of turbid rain fell from the sky.

Boom!

Within the ghost gate, there was a mighty roar, like an endless ocean tide, crossing two realms and resounding throughout the sky and sea!

I don't know when, between the sky and the sea, a young girl of twelve or thirteen years old with an expressionless face stood quietly.

It's like it's right there from beginning to end.