Hungry Ghost Gate
The Hungry Ghost's mouth was completely torn apart, and no one could stop it anymore. Under the gazes of countless ghouls, the white bone tower that looked like sharp fangs and horns soared into the sky, piercing into the depths of the astral winds until it connected with the sky.
Boom!
The whole world seemed to tremble, like a lamb whose throat had been pierced by a wolf's teeth, trembling on the brink of death.
The color of the sky changed. The color of death replaced the deep blue and slowly spread out. It wasn't fast, but it was unstoppable. It wouldn't stop until the sky was completely dyed.
In the gray sky, pairs of eyes overlooked the land of the Nine Prefectures.
All living beings looked up, crying out in fear and fleeing in panic. Like an ant's nest that had been dug open, they crawled all over the ground in a mess.
Even the most powerful "ants" were shocked. This was a great calamity that the Nine States had never seen before.
Compared to this, the repeated invasions of demonfolk basically seemed like child's play. The demonfolk's invasion would only lead to world wars. At the very least, they could still struggle and resist, or even defeat, their enemies.
At this moment, there was only despair.
The Banyan Tree King was also in despair. Not to mention the fact that he wasn't a World God, even if he became a true World God and became the Chief Butler of this world, he would only be able to catch a few thieves who had snuck into the manor. At most, he would be able to deal with a few bandits. But now, he was facing the pressure of an army. Resistance would be a massacre, and surrender would also be a massacre.
The sea of trees to the north of the Mist province seemed to have entered harsh winter. Under the grey sky, they began to wilt and wither.
A butterfly fluttering in the air suddenly floated down without any warning. Accompanied by the endless rustling of fallen leaves.
The rats and rabbits in the forest ran wildly, and the wild beasts were rampaging. As if they felt that a great disaster was about to befall them, millions of forest birds screamed and flew into the sky, trying to migrate to the south. Their wings covered the sky, but after a moment, they all landed on the ground.
In a barbarian tribe, all the barbarians knelt down and prayed to the totem pole, knocking their heads heavily on the withered ground.
Only the Witch Priest wore a cloak made of colorful bird feathers. They danced around the totem pole. He was mumbling something as if he was singing an ancient ballad.
The old men were the first to fall without a sound.
The middle-aged man became an old man. The shallow wrinkles were deeply etched. Just like the passage of time. He was merciless as tears streamed down his face.
The young man turned into a middle-aged man, and they looked at each other in horror. They looked at each other's faces rapidly aging.
Before the child could even grow up, he began to age, quickly exhausting his life.
In the end, only the Shaman Priest was left. His throat was dry and hoarse, and his movements were slow and stiff. He danced among the corpses like a weird puppet show. Suddenly, his strings were cut off, and he fell to the ground dead.
The tribe was silent. The Shaman suddenly stood up and lowered his head to see a body draped in bird feathers. He then realized that it was him. Before he could think further, an uncontrollable feeling filled his soul. He recalled the famine many years ago where there was no food for several days and he thought that he was going to starve to death. The feeling he had now was a hundred times worse than that.
The corpses on the ground rose to their feet and turned into ghouls.
Without a single second of hesitation, the Corpse Ghosts began to kill and devour each other. It didn't matter if they were father and son or brothers, they only cared about satisfying their hunger.
This was a curse that the Hungry Ghost realm had bestowed upon all Corpse Ghouls. Low-level Corpse Ghouls had no way of resisting this instinct.
There were countless such situations. The Banyan Tree King felt aggrieved. It would have been better if he had been devoured by her Samādhi Flames of White Bone. At least it wouldn't have been so painful.
In the Six Paths of Reincarnation, the Hungry Ghost realm was an evil path second only to the Hell realm. As long as one experienced it, they would understand that hunger was a form of torture.
Finally, the Shaman Priest was the only 'person' left in the ancient tribe. His strength had even increased, but the hunger didn't vanish. He flew into the withered forest in search of new food.
However, turning into a Corpse Ghost did not mean that there was a chance for them to 'survive'. Through the process of elimination like Gu refinement, even if they turned into Corpse Ghosts, none of them would survive. The rest would become food.
And when the Nine Regions were completely devoured by the Hungry Ghost realm, the powerful Corpse Ghosts would surge in. Even if the living beings of the Nine Regions turned into Corpse Ghosts, they would not be able to escape the fate of being devoured.
Only humans, demons, and mutants who were originally powerful cultivators would have a chance to survive.
The Banyan Tree King could not be bothered with the other provinces. He gathered all of his strength in Towering City. His leaves all shone with resplendent, green light, protecting all living beings within a range of five thousand kilometers from the corrosion of death.
In the imperial court of the Dragon province, dragon qi rushed into the air and turned into the form of a true dragon. It coiled up on Dragon's Head Mountain and watched as the grey sky drew closer. They only guarded the Imperial Court and did not care about the outside world.
Apart from these two places, only the kings of the various provinces could contend with it. The formations of regular sects could only protect themselves.
Cultivators would not be corroded so easily, but it was only a matter of time. The foundation they relied on for survival was about to cease to exist. Apart from turning into Corpse Ghosts, there was no other path.
Suddenly, the Banyan Tree King discovered that the most crucial force to stop the Hungry Ghost realm's devouring was actually the demon caverns. Thousands of strands of demon qi were like beacons and smoke, stopping the grey in the sky from spreading.
The Demon domain was not one of the Six Paths of Reincarnation, but in terms of world level, it was no worse than the Hungry Ghost realm. No matter how vicious the demonfolk were, they were still living beings.
When the laws of the two worlds clashed, the Hungry Ghost realm's devouring and expansion would slow down until the demon caverns were cleared. This was no longer a simple seal, but stealing food from the jaws of a tiger. It had completely severed the connection between the nine provinces and the Demon domain.
The demon caverns were like the sharp, messy spines of a fish. They needed to be picked out carefully, or the nine provinces would truly become the underbelly of the fish.
Don't tell me this step was also within her expectations?
The Banyan Tree King thought to himself. Over the past few months, she had rampaged through the world, unleashing a massacre across the various provinces and basically opening up most of the demon caverns in the world. Not only could they stop the Hungry Ghost realm's devouring, but they were also the best path of retreat.
Otherwise, even if she ascended right now, she would probably only ascend to the Hungry Ghost realm.
It was not that he could not predict this step, but he would never think like that. As his goal was to become a god of the world, he could not even seal up the demon caverns in time. How could he allow the demonfolk to invade?
Right now, he could not afford to care too much. He immediately opened up all the demon caverns of various sizes in the Mist province, using his surging demon qi to fend off the grey haze of deathly qi that constantly spread.
He could not help but sigh inside, Perhaps only by being emotionless and desireless can she reach the limits of intelligence! But if she really is emotionless, she should leave this world right now.
On the grasslands of the Liang province, the northern wind ruffled her white monk's robes. Suddenly, she looked back. In the distant sky, countless eyes passed through the barrier between realms and gathered on her.
This feeling was like a child observing a tiny insect in a glass container. Contempt, curiosity, playfulness … of course. And caution.
That was because she was not a regular insect, but a "venomous insect", a venomous insect that was rumored to destroy the Hungry Ghost realm.
These gazes were only cautious, not fearful. They were existences that had the right to gather around this "glass container". If it were not for the glass container, any one of them would have been able to sweep through the nine provinces. As a matter of fact, just their gaze alone could make a person's will collapse.
However, she was unfazed. She only understood. The Ghost Tower was still built in the end.
"Master, let's go to the Demon domain! It'll be too late once the Hungry Ghost realm completely devours the nine provinces. "
The pairs of eyes made the Forsaken Immortal sword soul shiver. It even felt fear. It could not turn to another sword master. If it became enemies with these opponents, it would definitely be destroyed.
There were many demon caves in the Liang province, and any one of them could lead to the Demon domain. As long as she reached the Demon domain, the Hungry Ghost realm could do nothing to her. They could not even send ghouls to kill her.
However, she shook her head. "Take me to the Five Ultimate Graves."
The Five Ultimate Immortal had left behind five graves. They all called themselves realms and floated in the nine provinces. The soul of the Painting Tomb was not the Dragon King Of The Sea. The soul of the Sword Tomb abandoned the sword for the immortal. Now, only the Zither Tomb, the Book Tomb, and the Chess Tomb were left.
The Forsaken Immortal sword soul said, "That is just a waste of time. The cultivators of this world are too weak to find the five graves. There are even many ghost immortals and corpse immortals in the Hungry Ghost realm. The five graves are connected to the nine provinces. When this world is completely devoured, there will be nowhere for us to escape. "
"I have made up my mind. There is no need to say more."
A grave was a grave. Hiding in a grave was really an inauspicious sign. However, before he returned, she would not leave, even if she was buried in a grave.
"Fine!"
She and the sword became one, twisting and turning, and piercing through the void.
Under the Sky-reaching Ghost Tower, the hungry ghost suddenly spat out a black coffin. It flew into the sky and crashed to the ground.
The coffin was engraved with complex and mysterious runes. Suddenly, a small gap opened. There wasn't the slightest corpse Qi or ghost Qi coming out. There was only a pale hand that gently grabbed the edge of the coffin and completely pushed open the coffin lid.
A young man tried to step out of the black coffin. His feet landed on the barren land and he smiled. "It worked!"
Two fangs were revealed at the corner of his mouth. Other than that, he looked no different from a human. He wore white clothes and black armor, and a long saber hung from his waist. He looked like a heroic warrior, not at all like the ferocious and terrifying ghouls.
He looked back and saw that all the Corpse Kings and Ghost Kings bowed their heads, not daring to meet his eyes. He was shocked. "Zombies!"
If there was a so-called "god race" in the chaotic Hungry Ghost realm, it would be the "zombie race".
Unlike their ferocious and twisted brethren, zombies looked almost no different from living people. They even had body temperature and heartbeat. They were not tortured by hunger, nor did they devour other ghouls. But their power was far above normal ghouls. They were the true favorites of the Hungry Ghost realm, almost equivalent to the Luo Hou clan of the Asura realm.
However, the Luo Hou clan was born. Zombies could not reproduce. Apart from their ancestor, Goddess Nuba, the rest were acquired. Only the extremely powerful zombies could pass on their descendants, and they had to consume their original power. They chose the peerless geniuses of the three thousand worlds.
Kuang Tianyou was such a zombie. He asked, "Why don't you find some living people to eat? What are you doing here?"
"This is the order of Emperor Li. Lord Zombie, it is said that the enemy is in the north."
Once she left the Hungry Ghost Gate, even if the Corpse Kings and Ghost Kings attacked together, they would not be a match for her.
"I have the guidance of the stars. I don't need your nonsense."
Kuang Tianyou looked at the sky. Pairs of eyes, big and small, were like stars, gathered somewhere in the north. At this time, there were also many eyes gathered on him.
He bowed to a pair of eyes and waved his hand. "Since I'm here, I don't need to care about Emperor Li. Let's make a big mess! Hahaha, when I destroy the White Bone Inheritor, I will be the Emperor of this region! "(To be continued …)
PS: I've been home for the New Year these few days. There are a lot of things to do. The updates are not good, please forgive me.
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