After the Heavenly Tribulation and Earthly Calamity, the surroundings became peaceful again. You Ning finally subdued all the malicious ghosts in the sky. You Ning's white robe fluttered as she led the ghosts to descend from the sky. Then, she gathered the remaining Hell Dao cultivators and counted the number of ghosts.
"Out of the five thousand malicious ghosts, only three thousand three hundred and twenty escaped. There are still one thousand six hundred and eighty that fell into the River of Forgetfulness …" The surging River of Forgetfulness had returned to normal. The huge rocks that smashed into the water disappeared without a trace as if they were never there. Looking at the flowing River of Forgetfulness, You Ning sighed in her heart. "This time, I was too careless!"
To ghosts, the River of Forgetfulness was like a flood that could disperse their soul consciousness. If it was light, they would lose all their memories. If it was heavy, their soul would be destroyed. Zhang Running's last attack pushed the Floating Peak into the River of Forgetfulness. The rest of the malicious ghosts were then washed away by the raging torrent of the River of Forgetfulness before they could resurrect. Not to mention the fact that most of their souls were destroyed by the raging torrent, even if they could keep their souls, their soul consciousness would be washed away. The malicious ghosts that were naturally bloodthirsty and devoured living became useless wandering souls. They were no longer of any help to You Ning.
Who would have thought that Zhang Running, whom she had not taken seriously at all, would make the last attack before his death, which was supposed to be a perfect plan? It was equivalent to Zhang Running killing more than 1,600 malicious ghosts on his own, which was a full one-third of them!
As for those Hell Dao cultivators who were washed away by the raging waves, it was a loss that was not worth mentioning to You Ning.
Although it was not as good as she wanted, she still managed to get more than three thousand wraiths for free. Also, these wraiths obeyed the master of the Soul Suppressing Orb, so they were still a terrifying force. More importantly, this was not the time for You Ning to be frustrated.
You Ning sorted out the unwillingness in her heart and raised her head to look at the Yin Yang Crack in the sky. The Yin Yang Crack was as red as blood, as if the sky was crying blood tears, adding a touch of color to the monotonous Ghost Realm.
"Ghost Army, listen up! The last time you invaded Mount Qingcheng, you were suppressed and sealed by Zhang Daoling, and this seal lasted for 580 years. Now that you have broken the seal and come out again, you should naturally pass through the Yin and Yang and return to the old haunt, and the first thing you need to do is — "
Her white dress fluttered in the wind like an orchid from hell. She pointed her finger at the sky like an ice sculpture. It was as if her finger had pierced through the crack between Yin and Yang, pointing at the prosperous world on the other side of the crack. Her cold and murderous voice was transmitted into the ears of the three thousand ghosts and into their Divine Senses.
"Blood for blood! Wash Mount Qingcheng with blood! I will avenge my 580 years of imprisonment! "
At the command, the three thousand ghosts wailed and howled, their sharp and ear-piercing voices resounding in all directions. The evil ghosts that had been starving for five hundred and eighty years swarmed forward like locusts, blotting out the sky as they surged into the crack between Yin and Yang, bringing hell to the human world!
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The sun was about to set. The trees were quiet, the birds were chirping, and the water was gurgling. More than a dozen large houses with gray and white walls were built according to the mountain. These buildings were shaped like Taoist temples, with cornices on the roof, which were quite exquisite. The style of the past could still be vaguely seen, but now the red paint was peeling off and the walls were mottled, which made people feel that it was not as good as it was in the past. It was the Chang Taoist Temple of Mount Qingcheng.
Not far away, a little Taoist was walking along a quiet path, carrying a basket of medicinal herbs stained with mountain mist on his back. He intended to return to the temple before the sun set. On the way, his eyes were blinked by a golden light. Looking at the direction of the light, he saw a group of splendid temples on the mountainside of Mount Qingcheng. The afterglow of the setting sun was jumping on the newly painted golden roof like elves, dazzling into his eyes, full of compelling nobility.
The little Taoist's eyes were red from the flashing light. He spat at the temple from afar and cursed, "When did those damn baldies renovate the temple again? I really don't know where they got the money from! "
The Feishu Temple of the Buddhist sect on the mountainside had been prosperous for the past few decades, so they naturally did not lack money. Looking at their new houses and temples springing up like bamboo shoots after the rain, one after another, it was not a big deal. But the hateful thing was that Empress Wu was in power at that time. She emphasized Buddhism and suppressed Taoism. This bunch of damn baldies obtained Empress Wu's power and spread the temple property all the way from the mountainside to the mountaintop. Even the temple property of the Chang Taoist Temple was occupied.
The little Taoist could not help but think, "Damn baldies, how dare they stretch their hands into our Chang Taoist Temple. Alas, I wonder what the result is when the Temple Master went to Luoyang to complain to the Emperor? I think we won. After all, our Chang Taoist Temple is in the right. Now is different from the past. Empress Wu is no longer here, and the Emperor is also surnamed Li. He is related to the Laojun whom we worship. Whether it is in the right or the relatives, our Chang Taoist Temple may lose! "
Thinking about this, the little Taoist's footsteps inadvertently slowed down. When the setting sun retracted its rays and hid behind the distant mountains, the little Taoist came to a sudden realization and could not help but quicken his footsteps …
Suddenly, a gust of cold wind blew past and the little Taoist could not help but shiver. Following that, the entire sky suddenly turned dark. "The sun has just set, why is it so dark? Could it be that it is going to rain?"
The little Taoist raised his head and saw that the sky was indeed dark. A black cloud that looked like it was dyed by ink covered the sky above the Chang Taoist Temple. The wind was getting stronger and there was a faint smell of blood in the wind. There were also noises and mournful cries for help mixed in. The little Taoist was suspicious. He saw that the temple door was half open and looked into the temple from behind the door. What he saw was a scene of the end of the world.
The courtyard was full of corpses and blood flowed like a river. Countless evil spirits surrounded the courtyard and greedily ate the corpses. Although there were a few elders and disciples with powerful Taoist skills who were still resisting, the Chang Taoist Temple had been in decline for a long time. There were few people and there were no masters overseeing it. How could they resist the surging tide of ghosts …
"Master, Martial Uncle, don't go. Come and save me!"
"Go away, ah! I beg you! Don't eat my leg! "
"Temple Master, come back quickly. The Chang Taoist Temple, the Chang Taoist Temple can't be defended anymore! Temple Master! "
"Why didn't you open the Mountain Protecting Spell Formation!"
"I opened it a long time ago but it's useless! They didn't come from outside the mountain! Ah! "
To the ghosts who had been starving for five hundred years, there were only two types of people in the entire Chang Taoist Temple. Those who were eaten and those who were going to be eaten …
The little Taoist was stunned and fell weakly to the ground. When he looked at the sky, he realized that the black cloud that he saw just now was not a cloud but countless evil spirits that had gathered!
At this moment, the countless evil red eyes in the 'black cloud' also discovered his existence. The evil spirits with blood-red eyes fought to be the first to pounce down from mid-air.
"So it's not going to rain. If it's not going to rain, then there's no need to collect the clothes …" The little Taoist suddenly had such an absurd thought. With the last thought in his life, he was pounced on by the group of ghosts. Before his body landed on the ground, only a pile of white bones was left …
The ancient Taoist temple had already become a scene of purgatory.
On a cliff not far from Qingcheng Mountain, two figures stood on the cliff, looking at the hell on earth not far away. However, they didn't have any intention to help. It was as if they were enjoying the long-awaited show!
"Thousands of ghosts covering the sky, blood staining Qingcheng, You Ning did it! It seems that the information I extracted from Sang Mei was indeed correct. Haha, Yin Wangyao and Sang Mei had planned for many years. Now one is dead and the other is under my control. In the end, the Ghost City of Nether fell into my hands. The unfinished plan was also completed by me. Painstaking efforts, scheming and plotting against each other, but I got the advantage. My luck is indeed not bad! "
This person laughed loudly. Her purple robe fluttered in the wind. Her expression was arrogant. It was Mu Zixuan.
Mu Zixuan laughed for a while. Looking at the expression of the person next to her, her laughter stopped abruptly. She said to the person next to her, "Uncle Ce, you seem to not be able to bear it …"
The person next to her was dressed like a Jianghu necromancer. It was Ce Tianji. At this moment, his face was pale. He forced a smile and wiped the sweat off his forehead, "Don't worry, Headmaster. It's just that I haven't seen blood for a long time. I'm a little dizzy. It's alright, it's alright …"
Mu Zixuan said, "Uncle Ce, if you don't want to see this, you can leave first …"
Ce Tianji shook his head and smiled bitterly, "Since it's already done, why should I be afraid? I don't dare to call myself a good person. I also don't dare to say hypocritical words. The path we are walking on is paved with thousands of corpses. Today is only the beginning of the bloody path. If I want to accompany Headmaster on this path for a long time, I have to learn to get used to it … "
"It's been hard on Uncle Ce …" Mu Zixuan patted his shoulder. She turned around and looked back at the original spot. "Then continue to verify with me. The Imperial Starry Sky will be destroyed and rebuilt from today onwards!"
Ce Tianji's expression changed. He said, "Headmaster, you mean, the time is ripe?"
Mu Zixuan looked forward and said, "That's right. First, it was Sima Chengzhen's death. It tore off the bright facade of cultivators and exposed their ugliest side in front of the Emperor. It made the Emperor understand that cultivators are not immortals high above. They are mortals with blood, tears, greed, and desires. Since they are mortals, they should be disciplined by the Emperor. From then on, the Tang Emperor's respect for cultivators became less and less. On the day of the Hungry Ghost Festival, the Buddhists and Daoists fought in Luoyang. This made the Tang Emperor's tolerance for cultivators reach its limit. Now, he only needs a chance, and this is the chance!"
"You mean Qingcheng Mountain was destroyed?"
"That's right! Uncle Ce, I'll have to trouble you to write another memorial for me when we get back. " Mu Zixuan stretched her hand forward as if she was holding the entire Qingcheng Mountain in her hand. "Demons are in chaos, demons and ghosts are flying in the sky. One of the origins of Daoism, Qingcheng Mountain, was destroyed overnight. However, the Buddhists and Daoists are still busy fighting over ideas and don't think about saving the world. In order to prevent the disaster from spreading and hurting the common people, I request that a Si Tiantai be built in the Tongtian Road to unite the forces of the masses to protect the Emperor's people, eliminate the demons and ghosts, and restore peace to the world."
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The Palace of Bones rose and fell along with the waves. After an unknown amount of time, Ying Feiyang finally couldn't stop the dizziness and fainted.
When he woke up again, he found himself lying on a bed in an unfamiliar room.
"Yo, you're awake. You're quite lucky!" A familiar mocking voice came. A round-faced, big-eyed, healthy girl with wheat-colored skin and a pale-faced, yellow-haired young man walked over. It was Miao Miao and Ming Ye.
Ying Feiyang rubbed his head and got up. He looked around and said, "Why are you guys here? Where is this place? "
Miao Miao sneered and said, "How interesting. If it weren't for us, you would have been fed to the fish in the river long ago. Luckily, I was quick enough to save your life. You should thank me properly for saving your life …"
Miao Miao was still talking aimlessly, but Ying Feiyang wasn't in the mood to play with her. He turned to Ming Ye for guidance.
Ming Ye didn't let him down. He explained in his usual simple way, "This is Fengdu. Senior Sister Miao and I were ordered by our master to pick you up. However, we saw the River of Forgetfulness erupt inexplicably. A dragon and a tiger guarding a bone house were washed to our side. We were curious and scooped up the bone house. Only then did we know that you and Goddess Ling Xin were inside."
"A dragon and a tiger?"
Ming Ye nodded and said, "When we got closer, the dragon and tiger turned into a pair of swords. Judging from their appearance, they should be the Dragon and Tiger Swords of the Celestial Master Sect."
As he finished, he took out a pair of swords and handed them to Ying Feiyang. One of the swords was long and the other was short. They were engraved with dragons and tigers. They were the weapons of the Celestial Master Sect and were peerless blades. However, their luster was dim now. It was the sign of the swords losing their owners.
"The power of the soul contract in the swords has disappeared. They are now ownerless …" Looking at the Dragon and Tiger Swords, the last hope in Ying Feiyang's heart disappeared. He held the swords in his hands and imitated Zhang Running's posture, as if to remember him in this way. "We really won't meet again, Celestial Master Zhang …"
Ying Feiyang let out a long sigh and asked, "What about the Goddess? Where is she now? "
Miao Miao quickly answered, "Her. When she woke up, she said that she had something to do and couldn't be delayed. She left in a hurry with the Buddhist people. Before she left, she asked me to pass a message to you."
"Oh? What did she say? "Ying Feiyang asked.
"She said that she's sorry, Young Master Ying. She'll be the one to inform Mount Qingcheng about the Yin Yang Rift so that they can make preparations to defend against the Naraka Realm's attack. As for Mount Longhu, although I know it's a difficult task, I can only leave it to you."
"Leave it to me …" When Ying Feiyang heard this, he lightly weighed the Dragon and Tiger Swords in his hands and smiled bitterly. "Goddess, oh Goddess, you've really pushed the hard work to me this time. How am I supposed to tell them about the death of my husband and my widowed mother …"
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