novelones Chapter 207 The gate of hell appears
Chapter 207 The gate of hell appears
From time to time in the ghost mountain and ghost sea, there are ghosts with grievances and resentments, and they go straight into the underworld. White light flashes from time to time. Sun Nianshu has transformed these many ghosts, but there is no feedback of merit and gold light like the Buddha. They are just gold threads on a long black gold rope. A little thicker.
"I wish there would be no more resentment!"
Sun Nianshu suddenly made a wish, and the ghost on the scene suddenly stood up halfway, bowed to her and knelt down. The depression and resentment were dispelled by the power of thoughts, turned into white light and flowed into the ground, and the white soul who finished kneeling down As the white torrent flows somewhere, straight into the ground.
She opened and closed her eyes as she read, feeling tired. Blood mist oozed from her body, emitting a glittering golden light. It turned out that she had used essence and blood. Seeing that the woman who had consumed a lot of essence and blood was still unable to transform all her souls, her eyes showed a trace of emotion. Unwilling to do so.
Wu Hao immediately returned to the woman's side, put a handful of elixir into his mouth and pressed it.
Sun Nianshu switched back to herself from the transitional state, looked at the master, and with support, she shouted in a low voice: "Master, I will not accept it."
The grievance in his voice moved Wu Haodu.
"You've done a great job. It takes less than a day to freeze three feet of ice, and it doesn't take a day to pierce a drop of water through a stone. Don't expect that the world will be free of ghosts overnight, just try your best to make this world closer to the world in your mind. One step is good.”
Sun Nianshu raised her head and looked at the ghosts and monsters below her. What she heard in her ears was the title of "Master, savior", as well as some ghosts that could not speak. The thoughts of gratitude came directly to her, making her grateful for what she had done. Things are more determined. This is not a problem that anyone cares about. This is a problem that everyone should care about.
Nodding to Wu Hao, she was about to enter the transformation state again. Wu Hao patted her on the forehead, interrupted her, and shouted: "Are you desperate? Rest first. We won't be able to rescue them in a while. Don't let anyone save you." At least, I have become a ghost."
The sky was dim, and the ghost was a little scared. He nodded while reading and then shook his head again, entering the state of transition.
Wu Hao secretly sighed, feeling sorry for this great disciple.
After sitting cross-legged next to the woman, he reached out and called the ghost cultivator who had just finished talking to his side.
"What's your name?"
"Reporting to Master, when he was alive, he was called Changsun Che, and after he became a ghost cultivator, he was called Changsun Gong."
The ghost cultivator replied respectfully, this is the master's master. He has been a human being and a ghost for two lifetimes. Even if he is unreasonable, he has seen a lot. To enter the master's sect, he must have the nod of his master.
"Ah Changsun, do you know how to get to Fengdu?"
"I don't know, my disciple. If he had been there, he probably wouldn't be able to become a ghost cultivator."
It seemed that the eldest grandson Che also had some unspeakable secrets, and Wu Hao's questions at this moment recalled his memory.
"Do you know when the gate of hell will open?"
Wu Hao quickly asked without letting his eldest grandson indulge in memories too much.
The eldest grandson Che probably realized it, and he apologized and jumped out of his recollection, and respectfully replied: "It must have been these two days. You think the monks here have more or less tools for testing. The door of hell is open, and strangers are born." Don't get close, this has been passed down from generation to generation. If the gate of ghosts is opened, many monks will leave this place early, otherwise they will not be able to bear the ghost energy."
According to Wu Hao's feedback through the Five Tigers, there are indeed many monks who are still looking for opportunities. It seems that the time to open them has not yet come.
"The gate of hell is open, so don't let strangers come near. What will happen if you get close?"
The eldest son, Che, didn't know how to answer. He was hesitant and speechless.
Wu Hao glanced at him and said with a smile: "Forget it, you haven't met him before either."
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The place where ghosts and evil spirits roamed suddenly suddenly became stormy and the fog thickened. Although the sky was already white, the place suddenly became deeper and more terrifying.
Hundreds of filthy air condensed into hundreds of hurricanes, drilling back and forth on the open ground, sucking in all the ghosts, evil spirits, demons and ghosts like plowed fields, and everyone was caught off guard.
A giant black hand stretched out from the ground and suddenly hit Granny Yinhua's training ground. Fortunately, Granny Yinhua saw the opportunity early and was on guard. Nine black skulls hit the black hand nine times in a row. After knocking it back, the giant hand saw that the attack had no effect. She didn't know how to summon it, and two giant palms rose up next to her again, forming a force to surround her.
The sound of giant palms slapping the ground came one after another, drowning out the roar of the hurricane.
There was a layer of chill on the ground soaked in Yin Qi, and endless darkness shrouded this endless empty land. There were no plants anymore, the life was dim, and the lifeless silence did not even have the sound of a hurricane moving, except for the giant black hands slapping the ground. It made a sound like a war drum, disrupting the heartbeats of the monks.
In the area without any light, uneasiness and fear breed, exuding coldness and oppression.The invisible pressure made the monks at the scene feel an indescribable danger and shudder.
I don’t know who shouted: “The gate of hell is open!”
Many monks in Zhongtian Realm were shocked, and a panic spread among the crowd. Many people couldn't help but blame themselves, why they believed in this measuring instrument, why they were greedy, and why they were unwilling to leave this place until the last moment...
All kinds of negative emotions broke out, and the ghosts were so happy that they climbed down from the hurricane pillar one after another. After absorbing these negative emotions, they returned to the pillar.
Huge cracks appeared on the ground. The hurricane seemed to be controlled by great power, and its direction of travel was regular. Each stroke of the deep groove was like writing, one line, ten lines, a hundred lines... going back and forth to collect and absorb. With his soul in mind, he put away the energy and negative emotions of the monks.
An ancient aura flows out from the ground to the ground, like a giant beast turning over. The earth is in constant turmoil, and an irresistible power of heaven overflows from this place, making people feel frightened.
Wu Hao used the Five Elements to prop up the heavy fog and flew high. The hurricane coming and going on the ground was written with a huge "door". At the place where the hurricane was generated, there were two Optimus Pillars rising and several giant lines. The dragon's bones clung to the giant pillar that reached the sky and fixed it. The giant pillar corresponded one-to-one with the word "door" on the ground, but there was no movement. Only some ancient and desolate atmosphere emanated from the word "door" on the ground.
The suffocating breath of fear radiated from the door in all directions, eerie and cold.The bone dragon was covered with all kinds of broken limbs and evil ghost souls. Most of the souls had painful expressions and gave silent shouts to the front. Countless souls surrounded the unopened door and waited for the ghost door to open. The ground The sky was covered with mist, with alternating black and gray evil spirits and white souls. The sounds of crying ghosts and demons kept coming out, but the sounds were all suppressed and very low.
"The door hasn't been opened yet?" Wu Hao looked back in surprise.
There were cracks in Granny Yinhua's dark skull. She had to go to the only place that was not affected. She kept cursing: "If you don't take pictures of millions of innocent souls that have been transformed by others, my little arm How many souls can I steal from you with lower legs? Why do you have to chase me and bully children! Bah!"
When Wu Hao saw more and more monks coming to the place where Nianshu transformed, he directly recalled the Five Tigers and the Star Wheel. The five great transformed gods gathered together to surround and protect Sun Nianshu.
The outside world is constantly turbulent, but here it is calm. From time to time, souls are transformed and go underground.
After the giant black hands chased after them, one stood outside the range of the study hall's wishing power, which was extremely visual and intimidating.
Many monks were panting and frightened. They also discovered the strangeness of this place. Although it was above the Fengdu Underworld, it was peaceful and peaceful, and no ghosts could invade it.
Sangou looked at the group of black hands. The more he looked, the more surprised he became. The more he looked, the more familiar he became. He approached Wu Hao and secretly sent a message to him: "Gouzi, look at these black hands. Do they look like the ones we met in the Five Continents Secret Realm?" The one that arrived.”
Wu Hao heard the words and looked back and forth several times, and found that they were really similar, both in form and aura. The only difference was the strength of the aura and the size of the appearance.
"Three Dogs, why don't you ask them if the Black Hand in the Five Continents Secret Realm is their ancestor."
"No, you ask, if it's their ancestor, we have to think about how to escape in advance. I ate a piece of their ancestor's finger."
Wu Hao was shocked when he heard this. Why didn't he expect this? How could this happen?