Chapter 392 Ask the Ghost Lord to Come See Me
Jing Zhui walked across the sea of blood as if on flat ground. His long silver hair blew in the wind, shimmering with light. With a flick of his gold-embroidered, plain white sleeves, his long legs touched the ground, and in an instant, he was ten miles away.
The Ghost King in the Destiny Realm is in high spirits.
He still led the ghost generals to occupy Huangquan Ferry. Although Jiaying had been thrown into the ghost prison, he was cautious by nature and would not leave until he got Jiaying's monk beads.
He was prepared to stay here for a year or two.
The Ghost King sat in a chariot made of human bones, crossed his legs, drank some wine, enjoyed the massage of shoulders and bones by the beauties, and fantasized about the future.
The Ghost King who left the earth was killed by the Ji family, and now there are only nine of the ten Ghost Kings left.
The Ghost King of Sick Ground occupied the territory of Shengli Land and currently has the greatest power... Unfortunately, the sickly ghost girl could not be arrogant for more than a few days before she stole all the limelight from him. Now everyone in the entire ghost realm knows that he personally sealed the Son of God into the ghost prison.
As long as he kills the Holy Son, he will become the most favored person in front of the Ghost Lord, and he will definitely make the sick ghost give up the territory she has occupied...
The Ghost King's wrinkles on his face twitched with sorrow, and he smiled.
"who!"
The exclamations of the ghost generals brought the Ghost King back to his senses.
The red light of the Buddha-destroying formation still enveloped the entire Huangquan Realm, like an upside-down blood-colored glass cup. A figure as fast as lightning came over, stepping on the barrier of the formation.
A man wearing a hideous mask.
The black ball of light centered on him contained terrifying power. Wherever he passed, the magic circle was shattered and space collapsed.
He stretched out his hand and a heavy black sword appeared at the end of his palm.
Before the Ghost King could react, the man had already seen his ostentatious bone cart.
As the creator of terror, the Ghost King's only thought when he saw the man for the first time was to "escape". This was the shudder from the depths of his soul when "sin" collided with the highest level of "sin" that could not be measured.
Unfortunately, he ran too late, and a straight black line rushed towards him.
Everything happened in the blink of an eye. The Ghost General had no time to rescue him. The beautiful maidservant beside the Ghost King turned into ashes, and the Ghost King was split in half.
The Ghost King's good fortune would not allow him to perish directly. Even if only a hair or a piece of skin remained, he could still rely on his obsession to revive again and again.
He still had half a head left.
Jing Zhui held the heavy sword, with the tip of the sword in a straight line with his arm, and the blade firmly caught the remaining half of the Ghost King's head.
The Ghost King's one remaining eye met Jing Zhui's gaze. With just one glance, the Ghost King screamed, flames erupted from his eye socket, and even the last of his vision was lost.
With this one glance, the Ghost King remembered the terrible war a thousand years ago. The Demon God conquered the world and patrolled the ghost realm. He followed the Ghost Lord and had seen the Demon God from afar. There were millions of corpses on the battlefield. The evil god was wearing majestic armor and bent down to pick a red flower from the pile of corpses.
"Zhu Chuideng, I don't like the land where flowers bloom."
"I will grant you that not a blade of grass will grow."
All ghosts have seen death and are afraid of death.
Jing Zhui is death itself.
The Ghost King recognized Jing Zhui.
The devil is resurrected!
He even stopped screaming.
In the face of death, all is silent.
Jing Zhui said, "Tell Zhu Chuideng to come see me."
The heavy sword disappeared and the head fell.
Jing Zhui broke through the corner of the magic circle he had split and rushed into the ghost prison.
The ghost ship braked suddenly and stopped.
Ye Xiaoman woke up from her nap.
The people on the boat looked at each other in confusion.
"Get off the boat."
Two man-sized praying mantises lifted the curtain, and the sinister expressions on their triangular faces were chilling.
Everyone's eyes fell on Ye Xiaoman.
Ye Xiaoman stood up yawning. She was now the leader of the Snake Village. Everyone followed her lead, and of course she had to be the first to go to death.
Yue Mushan held her hand, determined to die with her.
She walked out of the cabin, followed by Jiaying, and then the villagers of the Snake Village. The group came out one after another.
Ye Xiaoman stood at the bow of the boat and looked around.
Before my eyes is a field of red spider lilies that stretches as far as the eye can see. The red flowers and green stems are exceptionally large, like a primeval forest that swallows up all the tourists.
The roots and branches of the red spider lily were immersed in the black water, and human faces emerged from the surface of the black water, staring at the living with various expressions of joy, anger, sorrow and happiness.
I don’t know if it’s because of Jiaying’s presence, but these wronged souls behaved very well today, without any crying or howling, and just gathered around the boat.
Ye Xiaoman looked at the faces of the people at close range, which was so frightening that she shuddered and quickly looked away from the water.
Ye Xiaoman also saw that in addition to their boat, there were hundreds of boats on both sides, pushing aside the red spider lilies and gathering towards the ferry, and each boat was filled with tributes.
Ye Xiaoman estimated that the tribute sent this time numbered at least four to five hundred people. This many people were killed for sacrifice every month, which would amount to several thousand people a year and tens of thousands of people in ten years. Every inch of the Black Island was stained with the blood of innocent people.
The islanders who were in charge of collecting tribute - those big mantises, transformed into Taoist priests, walked to the bow of the boat, lowered the wooden planks, bordered the Black Island, and drove people onto the island.
These mantis people are monsters when they are monsters, and completely human when they want to become humans, unlike other prisoners who are half human, half monster.
The chief of the Snake Village said that the people on the Black Island could completely mutate, and what he said was true.
"vomit."
The island was filled with a thick miasma. The four Tianxin Sect monks who came with Ye Xiaoman to explore the island started vomiting blood while holding onto the reefs. The other tributes were also knocked to the ground due to the fumes.
Ye Xiaoman frowned, feeling that her mental illness was about to start again.
This Black Island is really a scary and dangerous place.
There was a small bottle as long as a finger hanging around her neck, which contained the blood of a great demon given by Yue Mushan. She was so scared that she quickly unscrewed the cork and drank a sip.
Jiaying chanted a Buddhist name and used his spiritual energy to create a protective array around everyone, and only then did the tributes feel alive again.
After arriving on the island, there was a bloody mist in front of my eyes, and I couldn’t see my hand in front of me.
All you can see are the unusually tall red spider lilies on the shore, and in the distance, a black pillar rising into the sky. The black pillar is a solid entity formed by countless wronged souls entangled together.
The phrase "resentment rising to the sky" has been given a concrete expression.
Although I don't know what it is, it looks like it's not something to be trifled with.
Ye Xiaoman shrank her shoulders and tried to keep a close distance from Jiaying.
He pulled Yue Mushan closer, so that she would be the middle of the hamburger, with meat shields on both sides in case of danger.
"Move forward, don't dawdle!"
The mantis people shouted and drove the tributes along a road. They looked back at the black water with a bit of surprise.
Normally, the wronged souls in the water are always noisy and have to eat more than a dozen offerings before they are allowed to come ashore. Today, I don’t know what they are afraid of, they are too quiet.
It's very strange.
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