It was stuffed out from the gaps in the vines around it.

A large number of death cards fell to the ground, and the efficiency made the Mingshan Grandma very satisfied. She gave him another gourd of Yellow Spring Water on the spot.

And she also released the two thousand ghosts she had selected.

Although many of her men had been captured by Jiang Li before, there certainly wouldn't be only these few left.

But unfortunately, the evil spirits that were sent out before failed to successfully capture the other four people.

As a result, there are only so many copper coins left for one’s life.

You know, ghosts without a lifespan will not be attracted to the City of the Dead even if they are holding a death card.

So this time they can only bring at most two thousand ghosts.

Soon, every ghost, including the eight demon kings, was given a death card and a longevity copper coin.

Then a black silk thread extended from the hands of Grandma Mingshan.

It passes through all the ghosts, and then weaves and entangles them, connecting them all together in a thread-like way.

The black thread contracted, and the two thousand ghosts were pulled and gathered together.

A total of two thousand death cards were pieced together so perfectly that they formed a white wooden boat.

This was the method that Jiang Li had experimented with his ghost soldiers when he was in Fengdu City.

A single ghost could easily get lost after entering the void, but if a large number of ghosts gathered together, their safety would be greatly increased.

Since everyone is on the same page now, Jiang Li also needs a powerful person to help him explore the way to the City of Wrongful Death.

It was very thoughtful of him to proactively provide this crucial advice to the grandma.

For a moment, the overlord of Beiyin Mountain had a great deal more trust in the Wisteria Demon.

If this continues, the ultimate dream of Shido Youmu and Mingshan Grandma finally getting married in her dream may come true.

Whenever Jiang Li thought of this, his scalp tingled.

Pushing the wooden boat into the void, Grandma Mingshan and the Eight Demons also jumped on it.

Soon, they felt a mysterious pull acting on them and all the ghosts holding the Wrongful Death Cards.

The single pulling force is indeed imperceptible, and any gust of wind could blow them to other places.

But now, more than 2,000 pulling forces gathered together, not only the safety was greatly increased, but the speed was also much faster than the speed of the Taoist Zhaixing when he jumped into the void alone.

The fragments of the underworld in the rear soon became out of sight, leaving only a wooden boat composed entirely of death cards and two thousand ghosts, drifting in the void.

There were no reference points around, so they couldn't even tell whether they were moving forward or not, which made the waiting time even longer.

And at this time, Grandma Mingshan did not forget to bring the stage with her.

Just when I had nothing to do, the gentle and sad sound of opera came out again, floating in the void.

The eight ghost kings who had just died could not lose face for the old lady, so they could only sit on the deck and watch the show.

The already long days became even more difficult.

Only Jiang Li, who was hiding inside the vine shell, could cover his ears and get some peace and quiet. He was also busy at this time.

Compared to the dead and desolate state of his body, the spiritual energy in his body is more active than ever before.

By practicing the Nine Netherworld Taoist Scriptures, his cultivation level increased by more than a hundred times faster than before.

The Nascent Soul in the body became rounder and fuller.

This death not only did not cause Jiang Li's Nascent Soul to wither, but instead, under the lingering of death, it showed a different kind of spirit.

The experience from life to death brought about a qualitative change in his Nine Nether Dao Sutra.

Practicing at this time and transforming insights into gains is a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity for ordinary practitioners.

Even if Grandma Mingshan were distributing earth-level magic weapons to everyone outside now, there was no guarantee that he would not be interested in taking a look.

. . . .

Time passed little by little, as the Beiyin Mountain group drifted in the void.

The people in the eastern region of Cangyunzhou in the Kyushu continent have almost broken their heads.

The attack at that time was not the end, but only the foreshadowing of the beginning.

Even if the three great divine pillars personally took action and blocked the entrance of the City of the Dead in the bloody land.

But for some unknown reason, that group of dead people can still appear mysteriously in every corner of the Eastern Region's immortal cultivation world.

Those guys who returned from the dead kept launching attacks.

This time, unlike the last time when a large number of ancestors who died unjustly were released, a carpet attack was launched on the entire Eastern Region's cultivation world.

They attacked fewer sects this time, but their concentrated power was even more suffocating.

In fact, based on some intelligence obtained in the last attack.

The power that the Blood King actually controls is not as much as imagined, and he does not control the entire Wrongful Death City.

Otherwise, even if all the people who had died unjustly in the City of the Dead came out in droves, even if the immortal cultivators in the Eastern Region united together, they would still not be sure of winning.

The intensity of the subsequent attacks was mainly due to their being too elusive.

With the power that the Blood Prince is currently displaying, they can concentrate their forces and attack one force alone.

Under the Three Divine Pillars, no family dared to say that they could withstand it.

Due to the constant attacks, all the forces under the Temple of the Gods are in danger.

The Blood King's attacks were completely random.

Those sects are big and small, and it seems that they have no connection at all.

The dignified Si Shen Temple was being led around by a bunch of dead people. The large number of casualties was the first time that their prestige was challenged.

Fortunately, as the sects were destroyed one after another, the Temple of the Gods finally discovered some clues.

After that night, all the sects that were attacked were forces that had once obtained the corpses of the last nine kings of the Xiuxian Dynasty.

Once the pattern is found, it is not difficult to guess their motives.

The Blood Prince did not secretly open the Afang Palace, but instead made a big fuss to become an enemy of the entire Eastern Region, just to retrieve Jiuku's corpse.

But by the time they reacted, seven of the nine kings had already fallen into the hands of the Blood Prince.

Of course, the body of the Polar Mountain King was in Jiang Li's hands, but no one knew the final result of the battle at that time. But since one of the parties was not from the Temple of the Gods, they naturally believed that the body of the Polar Mountain King also fell into the hands of the Blood King.

Now, only the body of the Blood King himself and the body of King Ning are still in the hands of the Temple of the Gods.

"The gathering of the last nine kings is the way to open the Afang Palace? Those guys really kept it from us for a long time."

"After the fall of the Qin Dynasty, we really never got together again. Many of our old friends are no longer with us."

"It turns out that the key to the greatest treasure has been in our hands all along. It's ridiculous to have a treasure trove with nothing and not know it."

On a crystal-like mountain, several monks with white hair and youthful faces stood on the top of the mountain, chatting about the past with nostalgic looks.

Several old men lowered their heads to look at the mountain below. Through the pure and transparent mountain, they could see two bodies frozen inside.

The two bodies looked very similar, except for their age and temperament.

One of the corpses had gray hair at the temples and ears that hung down to the shoulders. If there was someone who was good at physiognomy, he would be able to tell that this person had a blessed face and would definitely have many children and grandchildren.

This is indeed the case. This is the King Ning who gave birth to more than 300 children in his lifetime and had many descendants.

There was a red mark in the shape of a blood drop between the corpse's eyebrows, which added a bit of weirdness to the gentle face.

That is the culprit that caused today's chaotic situation, the corpse of the Blood Prince, the Qin Dynasty's Immortal Cultivation Dynasty.

Looking at the corpse that still retains its youthful appearance.

One of the old men suddenly felt emotional.

"In fact, the Blood King has always been a good child. He has great talent and a great character, but he is just too stubborn."

"If he were not a member of the royal family, I would probably pass on my skills to him."

The old man smiled as he reminisced about his deceased disciple.

In this era, perhaps few people know that this old man, who almost stands at the top of the Eastern Region's immortal cultivation world, actually has such a relationship with the Blood King of that year.

"If he hadn't started a rebellion, the Qin Dynasty wouldn't have fallen apart so quickly."

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"Everything is the trend of the times. This is the general trend of the world and it cannot be stopped. The only thing to blame is that he stood against the entire cultivation world."

"And now it seems that the Blood King back then didn't have so much faith in you, the Master."

"How could you possibly know even half of the secrets of the Afang Palace?"

The relaxed conversation between these people revealed that they all lived thousands of years ago.

That kind of lifespan alone is beyond the imagination of ordinary cultivators.

These old monsters gathered here and moved the bodies of the two princes to the same place, without covering it up in broad daylight.

Their purpose is self-evident.

The Temple of the Gods planned to use this to lure out the Blood King who was attacking everywhere.

This would appease those sects that were in a state of panic due to fear of being attacked, and would also allow us to defeat the damned Blood King head-on.

This is an open conspiracy. If the group of kings want these two bodies, they must come here and snatch them head-on.

"Old guys, do you feel it?"

"Yes, my apprentice is here."

"He has been dead for thousands of years, yet he still crawls out from the underworld to cause trouble for us. He really doesn't know how to respect his teacher."

"Humph, it's still the same old routine."

"They have been lying underground for thousands of years. How could they have known what the world of immortal cultivation has become like today?"

"Forget it, let's take the Afang Dragon Vein as compensation for their rudeness."

"This national treasure from the Qin Dynasty may allow us old friends to take a step further!"

Several old men looked into the distance.

A red cloud rolled in from the sky, covering the sky and the sun, pressing down on the crystal-like mountain.

Above the red cloud, a young man wearing a blood-red crown was standing with his hands behind his back.

Behind him, just like thousands of years ago, there were millions of blood-colored armored soldiers following.

That was the power he gained by sacrificing his own people in an attempt to save the dynasty.

But now he no longer has that good master who would stab him in the heart! And below, on the mountain top where there were only a few people, light and shadow appeared, and a large number of top monks who had been ambushing here for a long time removed their disguises and revealed their true bodies.

Layer upon layer of formations lit up. Since they were going to seduce people into a decisive battle, how could they not be prepared? No words were needed, and the next moment a shocking collision was imminent.

On that day, the entire Eastern Region's immortal cultivation world felt the trembling of heaven and earth.

. . . .

Eighteen days later, Jiang Li, who had been immersed in spiritual practice, finally opened his eyes and showed a look of joy.

It was worth it that he had been thinking about this mountain for so long.

The environment on this mountain was indeed incomparably helpful to his practice.

This time from birth to death, it can at least equal his twenty years of hard training.

This is the result of Jiang Li’s twenty years of hard training.

With the enhancement of many states, other Nascent Soul or even Divine Transformation cultivators may not be able to catch up with his gains in twenty years even if they spend their entire lives.

Even with his True Immortal Nascent Soul, most of it had been filled up.

He had a premonition that if he could be reborn from the dead one more time, he would be able to achieve perfection in his practice and become a god!

The Nine Netherwood, the spiritual root of heaven and earth, is neither alive nor dead, and stands between yin and yang.

How can one cultivate the essence of it just by being alive? Only by understanding the mysteries of life and death, yin and yang, can the true power of the Nine Nether Dao Sutra be brought into play! Wait for him to break through to the God Transformation.

A powerful earthly immortal by then? Humph, if you dare to cause trouble in front of him again, you will just hang yourself on the branches of the Netherworld.

At this time, in front of the Desperate Flying Boat, a piece of land floating in the void was growing bigger and bigger in their eyes.

Jiang Li, who has regained consciousness, is looking at the land ahead from afar.

The environment of each piece of underworld fragment will vary slightly, perhaps due to the different cores on it.

Jiang Li has already had a deep understanding of this between the illusion of the underworld and the fragments of Beiyin Mountain.

The fragment in front of him, in addition to the same strong underworld yin energy, actually gave Jiang Li a feeling of... returning to the Nine Provinces Continent in the Yang World? Kill! Kill! Kill!

On a fertile grassland, millions of armored soldiers were charging at each other with swords that were rusted and full of holes.

The sword pierced the flesh and blood flowed.

The blood that seeps into the ground makes the land underneath more fertile.

This was a brutal war, but in Jiang Li's eyes, their speed was slower than a turtle, and the weapons in their hands were as weak as the sticks in the hands of a three-year-old child.

Because these soldiers who are fighting are just some weak mortals.

With Jiang Li's current strength, he could suppress them all with just a flick of his hand.

That should be a battlefield between two mortal kingdoms.

At most, there were more people participating in the battle. This was nothing unusual.

In the world of cultivating immortals, some sects will deliberately guide mortal kingdoms to fight on specific battlefields.

Blood grass is cultivated on a large scale using the blood of soldiers. It is the main material for making Qi-nourishing and Qi-restoring pills.

So there have actually been many wars in Kyushu. Jiang Li himself has seen quite a few of them.

But the problem is, this is the underworld, and it would be good if tough humans like the four-handed people could survive.

What about these millions of mortals?

Something happened in our village the day before yesterday! Rape of a young girl!

It's too much! It took four years to be discovered.

The man was a sixty-year-old unemployed vagrant who drank every day. It was obvious at first glance that he was not a good person.

The girl is divorced, her mother is not at home, and her father is addicted to gambling and drugs, so there is no one to take care of her.

This is outrageous. He was nine years old until he was thirteen, and was only discovered yesterday! What kind of person is this?! 　　 　 (End of this chapter)