nycdaug Chapter 395 Underworld
Chapter 395 Underworld
Rivers of blood were winding around Wen Miao Temple. Many ferocious ghosts were revealed in the endless blood dance. These people looked at Wen Miao Temple in panic and carefully planted formation flags one after another around it.
An extremely ugly middle-aged man wearing an imperial robe stood there, with dark skin, eyes like blood holes, pointed ears, and sharp teeth sticking out of his lips.
Although he looks scarier than a ferocious beast, he feels extremely solemn and dignified, exuding powerful strength, like a true king who can decide life and death with a single word.
Xuexing Tianzun is one of the six disciples of the Styx Patriarch.
He stared at Wenmiao Temple for a full seventeen days, and every day he arranged for different creatures to test Wenmiao Temple.
He had been enlightened for tens of thousands of years, so he naturally knew about this treasure, and even knew clearly that this was the incarnation of the Great Emperor Xuantian. He just didn't understand why he turned a blind eye to the little tricks of people like him. Was it really that his spiritual consciousness was injured in the foreign realm and he couldn't control it, or was it that the spiritual consciousness of other big guys in Wenmiao Temple was revived and took the main position.
"Master, the evil temple is recovering quite fast. I'm afraid it will be back to its original state in three days."
"Report to the Heavenly Lord, the Bloodstained Formation has been set up and can be activated at any time."
"Master, someone saw the human race's gods spying around."
Bloody Tianzun did not say anything, but sneered in his heart. The one who spread the news to him was Taishan Emperor Huang Feihu, and the one who spied on him and worried that he would really take away Wenmiao Temple was still this Taishan Emperor Huang Feihu. He had no courage at all. No wonder he didn't even dare to fart when his wife was thrown to death by someone.
Many Styx monks stood quietly aside, looking at the man with respect.
Xuexing Tianzun seldom stays in the Styx to practice, and is often seen fighting in foreign lands. He is only one step away from unifying the five elements and becoming a Taoist master.
In such a vast underworld, there is no chance to achieve the status of a Taoist master.
The Kuwu world? If it were me, would I bury the whole world for the sake of the position of Taoist master?
He raised his hand to offer a large red flag, and a gust of cold wind blew out, and countless auras of the underworld swept out and enveloped Wenmiao Temple.
"start up."
The formation was activated, and Wenmiao Temple seemed to be grabbed by an invisible giant hand, moving towards the gates of hell little by little.
Although Bloody Heavenly Venerable is powerful and has a strong reputation in the underworld, Zhang Song is also quite famous.
The gate of Wenmiao Temple has been blocked for nearly two years. All the evil soldiers and ghosts around have to go through some battles. Emperor Taishan is not without backers, but when they know it is related to the Lord of Martial Arts, Emperor Xuantian of the Lamp Buddha, no one is willing to touch it.
Once you enter the gates of hell, it is your territory.
Seeing that it was Wen Miaosi who was about to be dragged across the line, he breathed a sigh of relief and raised his chin slightly with pride.
"Buzz, Mi, Hum..."
The powerful spiritual consciousness in Wenmiao Temple appeared in everyone's mind like a flood, and in an instant, countless ghost soldiers and generals were converted.
"The Shura clan, it seems that there is no connection between us." The faint voice left no room for doubt.
This Huang Feihu is quite interesting and has some tricks up his sleeve. He even invited the Shura clan to come.
In this underworld, the only existing race is the Shura clan. The first one to occupy it was the Styx Ancestor, and his people became the creatures here by default.
Most of the divine positions in the underworld are entrusted to the Shura clan.
Xue Xing Tianzun's heart skipped a beat. The Taoist master was really in Wen Miao Temple. He clasped his hands together and bowed respectfully: "Xue Xing greets the Taoist master."
This moment is completely different from what I imagined. Huang Feihu has misled me.
The Taoist Master Shiwu was not a Taoist Master of the Initial Realm at all, and he even felt great fear in his heart.
"You invited me back so that I can be your ancestor?"
The real Emperor Xuantian walked out and looked around indifferently. This was the Shura clan. The men were ugly and the women were beautiful. They were favored by the underworld and were born in the Golden Core realm. They could reach the Spirit Transformation realm through normal practice.
"say."
Xue Xing Tian Zun apologized: "It was Tian Xing who was ignorant and overestimated his own realm. I hope that Dao Master can forgive me."
He waved his hand and took out the Yellow Spring Flag that had just locked the Wenmiao Temple. "This Taoist device contains a Yellow Spring, which is of the eighth grade quality. I am willing to present it to the Taoist master."
Everyone lowered their heads, unable to believe that the always arrogant and defiant Xuexing Tianzun actually gave away his favorite Taoist weapon.
Zhang Song was playing with the Yellow Springs Flag in his hand. The quality was indeed more complete than that of the Netherworld he controlled, and it was two grades higher. The difference was huge, and it was exactly what he needed.
"Take out another 30 million Netherworld Immortal Stones, and let this matter go."
"Grandmaster." A True Lord couldn't help but whispered, but before he could finish his words, the clone was beaten to pieces by Bloodwalking Heavenly Lord.
Netherworld Immortal Stones are even rarer than Immortal Stones, and can only be found in the Netherworld. But in the eyes of Tianzun, it is just a matter of three spirit veins. This amount of compensation can still be paid, and he even feels relieved.
Soon, a disciple from the Divine Lord realm came over with three condensed spirit veins in his hand.
Zhang Song signaled to the other party that they could leave, and at the same time summoned the golden-whiskered giant fish and headed towards the depths of the underworld.
"Master, that person is going in a certain direction. It seems to be the ancestral land."
"Isn't the First Martial Dao Master planning to look for the ancestor?"
Xuexing Tianzun immediately told the information of the First Martial Daoist Master to the Old Ancestor of the Styx. The old ancestor had been in seclusion for many years and had an avatar sitting in the ancestral land, monitoring the underworld.
The old man of the Styx opened his eyes and knew that Zhang Song had entered the Ghost Gate, but only now did he smell the familiar scent on his body.
"Shiwu pays homage to the ancestor of Minghe."
He is now the same as Bloody Heavenly Lord was just now.
Zhang Song believed that what he respected was the other party's understanding of heaven and earth, while what the Blood-walking Heavenly Lord feared was his own strength, so they could not be lumped together.
"Why is there the name Shiwu?"
“This title is of the highest level.”
The Netherworld Patriarch shook his head and said, "I started with martial arts, and ended with martial arts. I am not as good as Yuanshi, Tongtian, or even me, the Styx."
Zhang Song nodded and explained seriously: "So I came to visit this time just to ask if there are any taboos in the titles of these Taoist ancestors."
For example, Zhang Songqiang used the account of Ran Deng, and everything went smoothly for him. However, he used the two words "Shiwu" and fought several battles in less than three years, and even faced two Taoist ancestors inexplicably.
It is better to use Emperor Xuantian, but just like bamboo, it seems to have great power, but the upper limit is there, it is impossible to condense the Xuantian Dao Fruit.
The Styx Patriarch suddenly asked: "Why do you think I will help you?"
"The Netherworld on my side has been almost built, and some Shura people can be transferred over there."
"It's the world that's almost eaten up by mosquitoes. Haha, are you sure you're helping me? You're not afraid of the natural disasters behind."
"It's a mutually beneficial thing, and I really don't have much idea about the netherworld."
The ancestor of the Styx believed what Zhang Song said. In fact, even if he did not choose the Lord of the Underworld in the end, the cause and effect were too great, and what good things could exist in such a filthy world.
He chose the blood river, which roars and rushes endlessly. He still controls one third of the power of the underworld. Why should he become the lord of the underworld?