All Lords: I Created The Mythical Heaven!

The underworld of Jingchu world.

[World Level: Small World]

Dead wood forest.

Under the dark and gloomy sky, dead trees spread their teeth and claws, like creations embedded in the earth.

A journey of hundreds of miles.

There are a few deserted tombs with a few lonely ghosts living in the Qi Refining Realm.

In front of a few barren graves that had been cleared of dead trees.

A few dilapidated incense candles were erected here and there, and the incense candles still gave off a bit of incense.

Whenever a wild ghost with a nearly transparent body approaches the incense candle, the wild ghost's body slowly becomes fuller and firmer.

Silk cigarettes.

Get rid of the gloomy and thick ghost fog nearby and light up the small areas.

"Da Siming's power is getting weaker and weaker. Recently, the evil spirits who have been taught a lesson in the Wu family village have become restless again."

"Where do we go from here?"

Wu Hui, a dirty old ghost, pinched a thick stack of cigarettes in his hand and took a deep breath.

The soul that was originally floating around was faintly solidified through the red dust smoke remaining on the cigarette.

There are more than 300 households of wild ghosts sitting together nearby, including about a thousand ghost residents.

They all breathed greedily, the smoke of fireworks drifting from the fingertips of the old ghost Wu Hui, and his eyes were full of desire.

The great commander in Wu Hui's mouth.

In a village occupied by evil spirits in the distance, one could barely make out the outline of a clay statue through the exploded graves.

The source cannot be determined.

"The eight hundred ghost villages nearby, Qu Village, Xiang Village, Zhuang Village, and Xiong Village were destroyed one after another."

"Abba, I seem to have trouble remembering who Da Siming is."

The female ghost who made the noise was named Wu Xi.

He was about sixteen or seventeen years old, with a good appearance, and his clothes looked particularly fresh and clean in the dark forest of dead trees.

"He seems to be a very important existence to Axi."

"But why, Axi really can't remember clearly."

Wu Xi looked very painful and rubbed his head hard.

Snap, snap, snap.

A few drops of clear ghost tears fell in front of me.

I saw that Wu Xi's body was floating uncertainly, and a large number of memories disappeared together with the ghost body that drifted away.

"Da Si Ming, He... He is in charge of life span..."

"Gods and ghosts."

Just as Wu Hui was about to repeat the words he had said thousands of times, something suddenly stuck in his throat.

Suddenly, like Wu Xi, he couldn't remember clearly.

Who is Da Siming?

I can’t remember why I keep mentioning Him to my daughter all the time. All my past memories are a little blurry.

It's like not knowing the age.

Like the clay sculpture in the ancient tomb, it has become increasingly blurry with the passage of time.

There were thousands of ghosts in Wu Village, and a few of the hungry ghosts in my memory hurriedly stepped forward to remind them:

"He is...He."

"What is He?"

The starving ghosts were so anxious that they could not remember what they wanted to say.

"He is the god and ghost who once controlled life span in the world, the Great Siming."

"Ah Xi was the first successor to the Witch God Zhu who you personally selected against all the opinions at that time."

Wu Xi panted heavily, his solid ghost body trying hard to find an ancient clay plate.

After thousands of years, it is still as bright as new.

I illuminated it word by word, and under the unknown power, some of the words were quietly blurred, and I began to recall.

The old ghost Wu Hui handed the incense to Wu Xi, and asked her to grab a few more words and try to take out the treasured clay tortoise shell.

The tortoise shell flashed with light.

"Yes, Da Siming, Da Siming."

"A Xi is the God Zhu, and he wants to clear out those evil spirits who occupy the old village and do evil things!"

The ghost people sitting together had more memories in their consciousness.

Although it is a bit blurry, the name of the god can still be clearly pronounced.

The concept of God was firmly anchored in the world of Jingchu by the memories that the ghost people gradually revived.

Is he just a god forgotten by time and creatures, or is he still the god who once stood high?

"broken."

"Those evil spirits want to break into the ancient tomb again and pick out the incense ash that has settled at the feet of the statue."

"The ghostly fog surrounding the village is getting colder and colder."

Wu Hui's expression changed, and he hurriedly brought his ignorant daughter and the thousands of ghost people nearby.

Drifting towards the depths of another dead wood forest some distance away.

The surrounding ghost people reacted one after another!

The statue of the Great Siming must be recaptured, otherwise survival in the annihilated underworld filled with unknown ghosts and mist will be a big problem.

"Abba."

Wu Xijiao shouted, her voice as thin as a mosquito, and was covered up by the noisy voices present.

"Hurry up, hurry up, the inheritance of Da Siming cannot be surrendered to those evil ghosts."

"Otherwise Wu Cun will disappear into the underworld."

Wu Hui only focused on dragging his daughter forward. He was so anxious that he didn't notice this matter at all.

Wu Xi struggled for a moment, and then felt the overwhelming and gloomy ghost mist surrounding him, making his breathing feel suffocating.

He had no choice but to hold the clay tortoise shell on his chest firmly, and a weak light flashed through, making Wu Xi feel better.

"Lord God, are you protecting Wu Zhu?"

The wind howled along the way, taking away Wu Xi's speculations.

Wu Hui led a group of ghost people to the place where the ancient tomb was born.

Although the dense fog surrounding the place can blind the ghost's perception, it can't blind the five senses but not the spiritual consciousness.

As the only strong person in the foundation-building stage nearby, Wu Hui is naturally capable of exploring the depths.

suddenly.

Dark hooks surged out and rushed toward him.

Thousands of ghost people in Wu Village were tied up together with Wu Hui and Wu Zhu Wu Xi who were in the foundation building period.

"The underworld is here, where are you, you kid? Stop moving!"

The thick ghostly sound penetrated the fog.

Groups of Beiyin ghost soldiers wearing black armor and holding long spears appeared with blazing black flames of Beiyin on their heads.

The surrounding fog was like meeting a natural enemy, burning out a wide dark space.

Wu Hui looked behind the group of Beiyin ghost soldiers with a neat military appearance in front of him.

I was shocked to see thirty naked ghost soldiers carrying a nine-foot-tall clay sculpture on their shoulders in the ancient tomb enshrined by their ancestors.

Step out slowly.

At the feet of the Beiyin ghost soldiers in the distance, dozens of ghost bodies were lying in random directions.

They are all foundation-building evil spirits that everyone in Wu Village has been afraid of for a long time.

"Your Majesty, you have a clear understanding. Your Majesty, you have a clear understanding."

"We are the good ghosts nearby, but those evil ghosts took over the blessed land of our ancestors."

"Fortunately, my lord took action..."

Wu Hui explained the whole story from beginning to end, excluding the existence of Da Siming and Wu Xi Shenzhu's successor.

After listening, Tang Zhi frowned slightly.

"This underworld in the Jingchu plane is full of ghosts and evil souls who have lost their intelligence."

"I didn't expect that there are still some sane ghosts out there."

However, Tang Zhi took a closer look and looked at the familiar smoke of fireworks near Wu Xi.

It suddenly became clear in my heart.

"In that case, please don't interfere with Yin Company's business, and please ask me to rest nearby."

"When we finish dealing with the big tomb of the Qu family's blessed land, we will naturally return the Wu family's blessed land in full."

Tang Zhi glanced at the ghosts in Wucun who were on the verge of disappearing, then turned around and continued to use the [ghost] card on his wrist to pass through the Daluo Sky Net.

Report on the detailed work of the expedition to the Jingchu plane.