Chapter 1783 Fengdu

Xu Xiaoshou arrived early.

But he has never cared about the people and ghosts in this place.

He walked down from the cinnamon carriage. Not far away was the matchmaker holding a golden bead. The corpses of Uncle Jin and Mr. Fu were scattered around him.

For these two people, Li Fugui had long recognized their identities, and they were nothing more than gold medal hunting killers.

The killer of Three Sticks of Incense had basically participated in the crusade for the black gold bounty against him back then, and his death was not a pity.

As for the matchmaker…

Even if she is a Jinzhu customer.

Now that he had decided to come to the ghost and Buddha world to experience life and death, Xu Xiaoshou didn't want to get involved.

As I said before: There are so many miserable people in the world, how many people in the world love the common people? Along the way, if we really had to lend a helping hand to everyone, we wouldn't be able to make it.

However, this white-faced ghost is a bit special, and it is one of the goals of this trip.

"Uh uh uh..."

Looking up, the evil ghost screamed and its body quickly disintegrated.

After the damage from the famous ten-dan sword finger penetrated the body, even if it mastered the power of death, its meager strength could not withstand it at all.

"Just a brat!"

Xu Xiaoshou laughed and stopped paying attention.

Naturally, his target was not the white-faced man, but the leading shrimp soldier and crab general.

To outsiders, it may be very strong. I could tear it into pieces half a year ago, let alone now?

What Xu Xiaoshou cares about is whether the white-faced ghost will turn into a ghost when he dies. The summoned "will" may originate from the ghost and Buddha, and will eventually return to the ghost and Buddha!

"Hua Chang Deng..."

Standing here, you can sense everything.

The land of thousands of miles is filthy and gloomy. Even if it is daytime, it always gives people the feeling of being in the underworld.

Or put another way:

"Fengdu!"

After half a year of cultivating his name, he traveled back and forth between Xingjie and Holy God Continent.

Xu Xiaoshou can be regarded as witnessing the ghost and Buddha world from scratch to the "Fengdu" it is today.

The root of everything is penetrated by the power of death.

Half a year ago, the ancient War God's platform was abnormal at first, and some areas were transformed into ghosts. Most of the ghosts crawling out from the ground were either acquired or born.

A few months later, the ghost grew to become the Grandmaster and the Throne.

Recently, even holy-level ghosts have appeared frequently, and some have even mastered the power of death!

"That's not a good thing."

"There is a grudge that crosses the ladder to heaven and separates the five holy emperor families from the holy continent. It is difficult for the holy emperor to cross."

"Now, the power of the ancestral origin has penetrated out, giving some ghosts the consciousness of fighting in the third realm, as well as the ability to cultivate ancient swords. The ability is still very powerful..."

A few days ago, when Li Fugui reported these situations.

Xu Xiaoshou immediately realized that the storm was coming. After all, the only one who could control the power of the ancestral origin was the Holy Emperor in most cases.

As for the ancient sword cultivator at the Holy Emperor level, he currently only knows one person, Hua Changdeng.

"Hua Changdeng wants to cut off the restrictions of resentment and forcefully enter the Holy God Continent from the ladder to heaven?"

"And this ghost and Buddha world was formed due to the influence of the second realm of ghost swordsmanship, the power of the Lord of Fengdu?"

At that time, Xu Xiaoshou was in the process of cultivating his name with the Eight Masters and put forward this opinion, but the latter refused to comment.

It felt like the Eight Deities were well aware of their concerns, as if they were not only concerned about Hua Changdeng, but also about other things.

"On the ladder to heaven?"

Xu Xiaoshou didn't know.

Half a year has passed because the passage is blocked.

I am afraid that only one person, the unpredictable Dao Qiongcang, has the ability to know the information about the five great holy emperor families.

But Xu Xiaoshou no longer dared to believe Dao Qiongang's words, so there was no need to go and ask more questions.

He still doesn't know what the outcome of the battle was after Yu Lao became the Holy Emperor and went to the ladder to heaven.

Rusheng, half a year has passed, and he has probably taken over at least half of the resources of the Wurao Emperor Realm, and has been able to gain a little foothold?

If defeated...

If he fails, even Xu Xiaoshou can't guess what the outcome will be.

"Hua Changdeng, what kind of person is he?"

Even though some information about the ten-seat period of Huachang Deng was obtained from Li Fugui, not much remains.

The opinions of outsiders are even less clear than that of Ba Zun, who is familiar with Hua Changdeng's mortal enemy.

Therefore, Xu Xiaoshou asked this question.

Faced with this question, Ba Zunzhen’s evaluation was unexpectedly positive:

"Hua Changdeng majored in ghost swordsmanship. He was once known as the 'Ghost Sword Immortal'. He was a righteous man and had a straightforward personality. He was pretty good."

It's hard to imagine that in Bazun's mind, this guy who had two of his fingers cut off actually had such an image.

Xu Xiaoshou was a little surprised.

He thought Hua Changdeng was the kind of scoundrel who would do whatever it took to win.

Now it seems that Dao Xuanji is the only one who is unscrupulous from beginning to end. Is even Hua Changdeng a pawn being used?

"Ghost Sword Immortal..."

He tasted the number and asked again: "Speaking of which, I haven't fully experienced the real 'Lord of Fengdu'. Can you demonstrate it?"

The kendo pan is super taoist, but so far, Xu Xiaoshou has never seen anyone officially use the Lord of Fengdu in actual combat.

At most, during the battle in Yujing City, Liu Fuyu used a half-step second-level "Fengdu Sword".

The Sword of Fengdu, the Lord of Fengdu...

Although there is a difference of one word, it is a huge difference.

If you practice according to the records in the "Guanjian Canon", you may be able to quickly master the Master of Fengdu that the Eight Masters learned thirty years ago.

But it is definitely not as good as the swords that the Eight Masters are familiar with today.

But Bazun shook his head and said extremely seriously:

"There is only one Lord."

“When the Lord is established, everything else comes second—it has an empty name but no reality, and so do I.”

"Not to mention anything else, Hua Changdeng is far better than me in terms of talent and attainments in ghost swordsmanship. This is undisputed."

"Since you haven't experienced the true 'Lord of Fengdu' yet, my suggestion is to wait until the ghosts and Buddhas split, and when Hua Changdeng arrives in person, you can watch and get used to it."

The ghost swordsmanship that Ba Zun is proficient in is actually not as good as Hua Changdeng?

Xu Xiaoshou thought about it seriously and realized that this seemed to be the first time that Lao Ba admitted that he was weaker than others in terms of ancient swordsmanship?

He asked: "Then what is the difference between your Lord of Fengdu and Huachangdeng's Lord of Fengdu?"

After thinking carefully, Bazun said calmly:

"My Fengdu is like a flower in the mirror and a moon in the water."

"His Fengdu has reversed reality."

…

Tsk tsk tsk!

The earth suddenly became corrupted.

Dark brown viscous swamp water seeped out from the ground, bouncing like boiling water.

Every time the bubble bursts, the corrupting power of death bursts out from inside, and the swamp water splashes out, polluting the ground, and the corruption intensifies.

Soon, with the Baizhang Evil Ghost as the center, the ground under Xu Xiaoshou's feet was covered with swampy water and decay.

"drive!"

Old Man Li was the fastest runner. He immediately drove the carriage and ran outside, leaving only one sentence: "Master, be careful."

"What's this?"

The matchmaker was frightened when she saw this and didn't dare to get close at all. She grabbed Jin Xing and retreated continuously.

She couldn't quite understand what the swamp water was, but she could roughly sense that the power contained in the swamp water was probably no less than the power of death that the white-faced ghost had just used.

But……

"The white-faced ghost is dead!"

The matchmaker said in shock, under the finger of Master Shou just now, the white-faced ghost couldn't even scream.

Finally, it quickly disintegrated and melted between heaven and earth.

But after his death, why did this swamp seem like more ghosts were about to emerge?

"Chi chi chi..."

As expected, holes soon opened in various places in the Corruption, and ghostly hands poked out from inside.

"hiss!"

"Hoho!"

"Haha, quack!"

Ghosts, either humanoid, animalistic, or neither human nor animalistic, quickly crawled out of the ground, and the scene was extremely terrifying.

On the Jinxing screen, the comment section was abuzz.

Everyone is guessing that if one white-faced ghost is killed, ten thousand white-faced ghosts will emerge, right?

Ten thousand and a half saints?

Although the white-faced ghost does not have the status of a semi-saint, and is not a semi-saint in the normal sense, it would be too terrifying if they were piled up in such numbers?

In the midst of all the ghosts and ghosts, Master Shou actually remained calm and calm. He even leaned down and reached out to scoop up a handful of swamp water.

"What is he doing!"

"What Master Shou is doing with his precious hands, I don't allow!"

"Don't fish for swamp water, fish for me..."

Jin Xing focused away, and it was seen that Master Shou scooped up a few viscous liquids from the corrupted land.

He twirled his fingertips and frowned.

When the two fingers were separated, everyone could see that the swamp water was dripping with sticky silk liquid on Shou Ye's fingertips.

Tick ​​tock.

It fell to the ground again with a corroding sizzle.

"A bit disgusting..."

As the Golden Apricot spectators concluded, it was indeed a bit disgusting.

Xu Xiaoshou has seen this stuff before.

He has killed fifty-six ghosts before, all of them at the level of white-faced ghosts.

The difference is that some have only holy power, while others only have the aura of death power, which is far from the standard of "master".

Only a handful of three ghosts have mastered the power of death.

The strongest one among them is similar to the white-faced ghost at this time, and has received the same amount of ancestral power.

Xu Xiaoshou killed the ghost. After the ghost died, it corrupted the earth and gave birth to a wisp of will.

Unfortunately, as soon as this will appeared, Xu Xiao, sensing the pressure of the Holy Emperor, couldn't bear it and thought about it, so he killed it with a sword while it hadn't condensed yet.

Afterwards, Xu Xiaoshou regretted extremely.

He thought that killing him would either weaken his strength or make him angry and reveal his true form.

No matter which direction the development takes, it is good.

At least, it can disrupt the other party's plan.

He never expected...

"Cut it off and it's gone."

There was only one ray of will before, and it seemed to have little connection with its body. If it was gone, it would be gone.

After that, Xu Xiaoshou killed ten more ghosts, but none of them were of this intensity, and none of them had similar abnormalities in his life.

He even used torture methods, and some of them had their seeds exploded. Unfortunately, there was still no will born after death.

No!

Zhongyuanjie went on a trip with Li Fugui and squatted down on this white-faced ghost, which contained a lot of death power.

Xu Xiaoshou was very enthusiastic.

Isn't Lian Bang's plan to wait for the will of the corrupted land to be born after the death of this ghost?

"Hiss!"

Ghosts catch blind people and bump into each other.

There are really some people who don't have long eyes, and they staggered over like this.

Xu Xiaoshou raised two fingers together.

After thinking about it, he put down his hand and gave way to the ghost.

"Don't scare Hua Changdeng. What if he realizes that I'm too dangerous and doesn't dare to come out?"

Boom!

Just as his thoughts flashed like this, the world shook violently.

In the place covered by ghosts, the color of the sky and the earth changed, and it suddenly fell from day to night. It was so cold and cold that it felt like falling into an ice cellar.

"It's so cold..."

The matchmaker's delicate body trembled violently. She felt that this scene was not something she could preach, and she wanted to retreat.

The place where Mr. Shou is is certainly more popular.

At this time, the two million people in Jin Xing's picture had already passed. As everyone rushed to tell each other, the number of people went straight to three million.

But "Shou Ye" is equal to "disaster"!

Even if there is heat around him, it must be extremely dangerous, and he is not drunk in the wind, and Shou Ye does not seem to have the idea of ​​protecting himself.

"Woo woo, Hong Niang wants to withdraw..."

As soon as these words came out, Jin Xing's millions of viewers all raised their voices of resistance.

Before everyone could say anything, Jiu Tian blasted, and with a snap, countless protective jade talismans on Hong Niang's body exploded.

"Ah!"

She screamed and crawled on the ground, and the whole person fell heavily outside the ghost den, with a terrified voice:

"Holy, Holy Emperor pressure?"

Jin Xing rolled in front of him and locked the screen automatically.

In the picture, Shou Ye was wearing white clothes and black robes, dancing in the forest wind, and not far in front of him, accompanied by the sound of ghosts howling, a phantom figure slowly condensed.

"Three days of forest change, hundreds of ghosts at night..."

"Wade through the bridge, the grass on the bank is leaning..."

Accompanied by the ethereal murmur, the phantom figure stepped from a distance.

Behind him, boundless yellow turbid water suddenly condensed, rolling and drowning everything.

Perhaps people, ghosts, monsters and beasts sank and floated in it, but they could not get out.

"This is..."

Hongniang's pupils were solemn, and she called out in surprise, "Forgetful River, Yellow Spring Road?"

This Yellow Spring is not the other Yellow Spring, not the head of the King of Hell.

Hongniang has seen ancient books, which record: "The gate of Fengdu Prison is opened, and the Yellow Spring Road goes down. This spring and this road are bitter, and you can't get out of the reincarnation."

Those who truly cultivate the way of the soul, when they cultivate to the extreme, can manifest or even summon the image of the Yellow Spring Road, imprisoning people's souls in it, and they can never transcend.

This person...

Has it succeeded?

"Wait!"

"It seems that there is more than just the Yellow Spring Road, this bridge is..."

The figure came from a distance, and the Forgetful River split under his feet, opening a road, and at the end of the Yellow Spring Road, there is a high bridge.

The bridge is built with white bone stones, and hung with cow heads and horse heads, as well as corpses of various tribes, which is very strange.

The bridge seemed to span yin and yang. When the figure of the Holy Emperor walked into it and returned from the end, he had actually solidified a little.

"The bridge on the other side?"

"The bones are piled up, the ox-headed and horse-faced are crying, a bowl of water from the river of oblivion, the two lives are separated... The bridge on the other side?"

Hongniang was completely panicked, "Can't watch! Can't watch!"

Until this moment, she realized how big Feng Zhongzui's heart was when he preached to the Lord.

This pressure from the Holy Emperor, this image of Fengdu.

Its power, even without spreading outward, has already crushed people's whole body and made it difficult to breathe.

How to explain?

Even holding your breath and concentrating, it is difficult to open your eyes to look at each other. Explanation requires a big heart!

Although it is said that you can't watch, the golden apricot screen has been focused all the time.

More than two million spectators are completely boiling at this moment, and they wish they had two more eyes so that they can see more clearly.

After all, through the golden apricot screen, they can only see the picture distorted at most, but they will not be pressed to the ground.

"Thank you for your hard work, Hongniang. I actually caught Shouye for you. I know that there is nothing trivial around Shouye. This man looks a bit scary!"

"Hongniang, stand up! Why are you lying down? You are about to surpass Feng Zhongzui and become the world's number one preacher! Seize the opportunity!"

"Hongniang, quickly ask Shouye to protect you. Feng Zhongzui can do it, so why can't you?"

"Who is this Saint Emperor? Why don't I have any impression of this Saint Emperor?"

"Look, he carries a sword!"

Carrying a sword, this is too important.

The white-faced ghost also carries a sword. Uncle Jin and Old Fu died under the ghost swordsmanship.

Shouye carries a sword. As soon as he appeared on the stage after half a year, the first opponent he forced out also carried a sword...

"I know who he is!"

In Jin Xing's picture, the figure of the Saint Emperor walked down from the other side of the bridge. His face was blurred, but his voice was clear, interrupting all Jin Xing's heated discussions:

"Xiao Shi Tan Ji?"