Chapter 399: The Purple Mansion is Completed, Qi Yuan’s New Ability

A move.

The breath of life and death wanders at the tip of the brush. As the brush moves, black and gray, red and white alternate between the strokes.

The strange painter was very serious and painted with his life.

From the Jade Girl, she had learned that the Blood-Clothed Sword God was no ordinary person.

The Jade Girl also knew something about what she had done for the Blood-Clothed Sword God.

The Jade Maiden asked her to do it well, and said that the Blood-Clothed Sword God should be refining a magic weapon related to the underworld.

But from the conversations between the strange painter, Qi Qi, and those powerful men from the underworld, one can clearly feel the ambition of the Blood-Clothed Sword God.

It's not just about refining magic weapons.

But they really want to build a mythical underworld.

When she heard this, the girl burst out laughing.

"The real underworld cannot even reach the realm of great truth. It is just a legend."

After all, a Yangshen Tianzun who has reached the realm of great truth generally only controls one great truth.

However, in order to build the underworld, more than one great principle may be needed.

Life, death, yin, yang, reincarnation... and so on. There are so many great principles that we need to understand.

I'm afraid that even if all the supreme gods in the nine heavens were gathered together, they would not be able to build the underworld.

The strange painter didn't know that much, but he also understood that Qi Yuan was not just talking.

The mountain, river, and state pen in her hand was trembling at this moment.

Suddenly, on the painting in front of me, in the gloom, it seemed as if a little girl's sweet voice could be heard.

"Nine out of ten people never return from the gates of hell."

"The gates of hell, the yin and yang, life and death, grandma is here and I am not chilled."

The strange painter's face changed slightly, and she saw a lot of vague shadows appearing in the hazy and vague view of the gate of hell she had painted.

They sang nursery rhymes in an innocent yet eerie voice.

A feeling of excitement and fear slowly crept up her spine. For some reason, the strange painter always felt that the sudden shadows in her painting and the eyes of those girls were all staring at her.

Some of them were walking, some were looking at the sky, and some were sleeping, but everyone's eyes were on her.

At this moment, a voice came like thunder, sacred and majestic.

"Gate of Hell, done!"

The one who spoke was naturally Qi Yuan.

He was in the Gate of All Things, overlooking the world.

Following his voice, the gate of hell drawn by the strange painter became reality at this moment.

Those special creatures like little babies finally shifted their gazes at this moment, and secretly looked at the towering creatures with no boundaries above the sky.

The strange painter's face darkened. She looked at the lifelike Ghost Gate, no, that was the Ghost Gate, and her heart was extremely shocked.

I have no idea why I can actually show it to the world.

With this expression, she continued to paint.

The mountain, sea and state brush moved in her hand, and one picture after another was born.

At this moment, countless eerie auras and invisible things were rushing madly into the underworld.

Qi Yuan, sitting in the underworld, squinted his eyes, but saw nothing.

"Is there a guest at my house?"

The guest in front of us is unknown.

The other Yangshen Tianzuns narrowed their eyes, and Qi Qi seemed to have noticed something, but he could not see anything at all.

"Aiya...ah...malaria!"

"H... layer... ah..."

Qi Yuan listened carefully, and his ears, which could hear the sounds of the world, finally heard some chaotic sounds.

These sounds are either shrill or like the howling of ghosts.

He also heard a crackling sound, as if maple branches were burning and sparks were flying.

He also heard some sobbing mixed with the sound of burning paper money.

Qi Yuan was surprised: "Is there something dirty in my house?"

Qi Qi stood beside Qi Yuan, his eyes like divine knives, looking towards the underworld.

"Who is causing trouble here?"

The majesty and mystery of Hou Tu Huang Di, who inherited the will of heaven, swept across this moment.

The underworld in the mountain and sea scroll was turbulent and cleansed at this moment.

Even those dirty things seemed to realize at this moment the power of Hou Tu and what He represented.

"...Ca...please..."

These dirty things stopped talking nonsense and simply turned into a voice, as if they wanted to communicate with Qi Yuan and Qi Qi.

However, perhaps because of the time or space, I couldn't hear it at all.

Qi Yuan looked calm, with helplessness in his voice: "It seems that I have to be a Chinese teacher for once."

As he spoke, his clothes changed and a pair of gold-rimmed glasses hung on his nose.

Behind him, a blackboard appeared and a piece of chalk appeared in his hand.

"Little dirty things, come and read after me, a, o, e..."

The story of Shanhaisheji continues, and there are more and more dirty things. How can Qi Yuan play the role of a qualified Chinese teacher?

But halfway through teaching, he felt a little guilty.

He doesn't have a teaching certificate, so is this considered illegal teaching? But when I think about it, he has a mental illness certificate, so it's not a big problem.

Continuous mountains continued to appear, rivers in the underworld were flowing, and the Eighteen Levels of Hell and the Emperor's Palace were also rising one after another.

The strange painter was shaking and trembling. She had been painting for forty-four days, and the underworld was almost complete.

At this time, Qi Yuan put down the chalk and raised his gold-rimmed glasses with his hand.

When he spoke, his voice was like a command, majestic and sacred, and could not be desecrated.

"Little dirty things, have you learned it? Now can you tell me what you are doing here at my house?"

It’s a pity that Qi Yuan can’t see them, otherwise he would have to charge them for accommodation.

Following Qi Yuan's voice, the underworld fell silent, and Qi Yuan no longer heard the howling of ghosts and other inexplicable noises.

But in the underworld, there seemed to be a white figure, twisted and illusory, not real.

But it can be seen that the white figure seems to be bowing to Qi Yuan.

The murmur also came to mind at this moment.

"No...soul, borrow...to return..."

Saying these words seemed to drain all the strength from the white figure.

All the dirty things became illusory at this moment and poured into the white figure.

Finally, it condensed into a stone tablet.

I saw the word "death" engraved on the stone tablet.

On the stone tablet, there are all kinds of strange auras, mysterious and unknown, as if it contains the ultimate truth of death.

[The monument to the dead seems to have come from another world.]

Qi Yuan's eyes were finally able to see useful information.

"So... the Gate of Ten Thousand Shus is the gate through which I escaped from my home, and the Monument of the Dead is also the monument through which I escaped from my home?

Where is my well? Who took it away?"

Qi Yuan looked around but saw nothing, he was a little disappointed.

However, at this moment, the overall structure of the underworld was also outlined by the monster painter.

What is missing are details and sanctity.

Sacredness and legality need to be granted by Qi Yuan.

Qi Yuan looked at the strange painter. The strange painter was trembling, but his eyes were bright at this time.

Obviously, she was very satisfied with this painting.

At this time, in the underworld, Qi Yuan’s vast voice sounded again, like the voice of the Tao.

"The ghost realm is formed, and the mountains and rivers are shaped."

The central ghost den, the mountains and rivers transformed by it, seemed to have a mark falling on them along with the solemn sound.

Every mountain turns into a ghost mountain.

"The Eastern Ghost Emperors, Yulei and Shentu, govern Taozhi Mountain and Ghost Gate."

"The Ghost Emperor of the South rules Luofu Mountain and leads the Qiangman ghosts."

"The Western Ghost Emperor governs Panzhong Mountain."

"The Northern Ghost Emperor governs Luofeng Mountain."

"The Central Ghost Emperor governs Baodui Mountain and controls the Central Ghost Den!"

Following Qi Yuan's figure, the five ghost emperors including Yulei, Shentu and others appeared one after another.

They were tall and majestic, looking awe-inspiring, and they bowed to Qi Yuan.

"I will follow the order of the Heavenly Lord!"

The Five Ghost Emperors transformed into five streams of light and went into the ghost den.

Qi Yuan did not stop, his voice was solemn and vast.

"Naihe is the bridge, Wangchuan is the river, Wangxiang is the stage!"

"The eighteen levels of prison have all become hell!"

…

"The Emperor's Palace, judges yin and yang, and decides reincarnation!"

"The Ten Kings of Hell, all return to their positions!"

"Emperor Yin lives in the Emperor's Palace."

…

"Ksitigarbha, go to hell!"

"Chengtian follows the example of Hou Tu Huang Di, the emperor of the earth, and controls reincarnation!"

Following Qi Yuan's voice, one by one, divine infants appeared and transformed into underworld officials! They bowed to the Heavenly Lord, and then transformed into flowing lights and entered the underworld.

Qi Qi's consciousness seemed to have merged with the underworld, and reincarnation became a part of her.

The underworld, which was originally empty and looked like a dead object, was now dormant with many powerful auras.

Gloomy, dead silence, fire and heat, decay and loneliness...

There is no mistake in the poem, post, content, and read the book on 6, 9, and bar!

The strange painter looked at this scene with excitement in his eyes.

At this moment, Qi Yuan's eyes fell on a "stage".

This platform is not the Wangxiang Platform, but the Welcoming Platform.

When he was in the Moon-Watching Continent, he had thought about reviving the Five Elements and the Five Ancestors.

The reception platform is the place of resurrection.

"Sure enough, it still doesn't work."

Obviously, the underworld was built, but it couldn't function.

It is impossible to guide the dead souls nowadays.

In other words, the death was too complete.

"But..."

At this moment, Qi Yuan's gaze turned towards the Gate of Wanshu.

"The gate to the underworld, return to its place!"

Following his voice, the original Gate of Wanshu trembled at this moment, and endless changes occurred on it in an instant.

The Gate of Ten Thousand Demons… The Gate of Ten Thousand Devils… The Gate of Truth… The Gate of Ten Thousand Spirits… The Gate of Ten Thousand Opportunities! In the end, it turned into the Gate of Hell!

It is eerie and snow-white, as if the principles of yin and yang are flowing, and it seems like it leads to hell.

Countless truths, countless information, countless unknowns, countless unknowables, at this moment passed through the gate of the underworld and entered Qi Yuan's underworld.

Unspeakable changes take place at this moment.

It became the main gate of the Qiyuan family.

"Condition...Purple Palace!"

At this moment, Qi Yuan suddenly opened his mouth and swallowed the underworld.

At the same time, the purple energy, the first energy of the immortal way that was originally collected, was also spread at this moment and fell in front of the gate of the underworld.

"Purple means purple air!"

"The palace is the underworld!"

"This is my Purple Palace!"

Following Qi Yuan's loud shout.

Inside his body, two original magical powers continued to tremble.

The blood-red demon sword flew into the eighteen levels of hell at this moment and turned into a devil's prison.

The forgetfulness of the Great Forgetfulness Heart Sutra is like melting into the Mengpo soup and hiding in the Forgetfulness River.

The air is purple and full of vitality, just like the purple of a fairyland.

It was chilling, dark and eerie, like the palace of the kingdom of the dead.

At this point, the Purple Palace is completed!

Qi Yuan's gaze fell on the reception platform again.

Perhaps because he transformed the underworld into the purple palace, there was a hint of eerieness in the depths of his eyes.

He looked at the reception desk, as if he understood something.

“Yin and Yang work together, life and death are balanced.

Therefore, if you want to revive the dead, you must destroy the living."

But this kind of erasure is different from killing.

“So, now it can only be regarded as a small underworld, and not everyone can be led there.

Alas, Five Elements Five Ancestors, it looks like you will have to lie in state for a while again."

Qi Yuan was helpless.

This underworld is currently much worse than he imagined.

For example, he goes to Blue Star now and spends some time marking all the living beings on Blue Star.

Then, kill everyone on Blue Star.

Everyone on the Blue Planet will become a ghost, enter his underworld, and work for him for free.

If he wanted, he could also allow the people of Blue Star to reincarnate.

But... the underworld cannot control those who are not marked with the mark of the underworld.

For example, the Five Elements Five Patriarchs, as well as Zhang Sheng and Chen Jiao from Wugui City, he is now unable to guide them.

So, this underworld is a small underworld.

If it was the Underworld, it would be great if they could just write the person from Taihuang Palace as dead in the Book of Life and Death. Wouldn't he then become invincible?

Of course, this is just a thought.

Qi Yuan looked at his purple palace.

Well, there is purple air filling the air at the door, which is the best air in the fairy world.

Purple Qi, even Yangshen Tianzun covets it.

Seeing this purple air, many Yangshen Tianzuns will surely be moved.

"However, this gate to the underworld... is a bit eerie. The Gate of All Supplements has transformed into the Gate of Ultimate Truth!" Qi Yuan shouted.

This Gate of All Summaries seemed to be able to hear human words and really turned into the Gate of Ultimate Truth.

There seemed to be countless truths flowing above, and ordinary people would be captivated if they took one look at it.

Yangshen Tianzun took a look and wished he could rush in directly to comprehend the truth behind it.

After all, the truth is hard to understand.

The door to the ultimate truth is to have the ultimate truth placed in front of you for you to realize.

No matter how poor your comprehension is, you can always figure it out in a million years, right?

If it really doesn't work, just stay in the Gate of Truth for endless years to gain enlightenment, and you will be invincible when you go out.

"It makes me excited and I want to go in."

Qi Yuan sighed.

In fact, he had some thoughts in his mind, should he go to the Gate of Truth and spend hundreds or even tens of thousands of years to comprehend a great truth? But after thinking about it, he decided not to.

The Gate of Ultimate Truth is the most precious treasure for other Yangshen Tianzuns.

As long as you get it and have enough time, it will become a great truth.

But for Qi Yuan, it was a waste of time.

Instead of spending time on understanding, you might as well play games to make a breakthrough.

Besides, he couldn't waste any more time.

The cultivation atmosphere in the upper world has become so corrupt that he has to go up and purify it.

However, the Gate of Truth still has many uses for him.

First, to isolate the marks of the catastrophe; second, to gain a simple understanding and see if you can observe the shortcomings of other great principles.

The only thing you need to pay attention to is that the news of the Gate of Truth cannot be leaked.

Otherwise, Qi Yuan might be hated by all the Yangshen Tianzuns in the realm of great truth.

After all, all the truths are recorded in the Gate of Truth.

"I have finally achieved the Purple Palace. The improvement in strength... is not bad."

"This time, the superpower is actually... a mouth?"

“It’s actually linked to the ears!”

"This superpower came a little late!"

"Why does it feel so tasteless?"

This time, the talent he awakened was that when he heard some whispers, he could activate his talent and actively talk to that person, but due to the space, there might be some distortion.

Also, when it is not connected to the ears, when he activates his talent, the sound of his speech can be transmitted to a random existence.

"Read the random reply?"

"A tree hole?"

"I have become the little trumpet of the heavens?"

Thinking of this, Qi Yuan immediately tried it.

The right eyebrow did not twitch.

"I'm so poor, kind people, can someone lend me some money?"

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