Bodhi

On September [-]th of that year, autumn invaded the mountains, the sky was high and the earth was far away, the climate at the four poles was cool, and there was a bleak autumn wind everywhere, and the maple forests all over the mountains were in full swing, burning hotter than spring flowers.

Zhulong has been dormant on the earth, and the four seasons in Kunyu will naturally return to normal. Feng Beilie and Yu Lansang stand on a high place, looking at the fertile and bloody Zhulu Plain in the distance.

The smell of blood in the air was thick like a cloud, he looked around, took a deep breath, opened his arms and said, "This is here...we are finally back..."

Thousands of gods and men with royal blood behind them looked terrified and remained silent.The toddler holding on to the hem of his mother's clothes looked at the ground curiously, and curiously reached for the golden-red trickle in the soil with his toes, but was immediately dragged behind by his mother, and at the same time raised his eyes, trembling in fear. He glanced at the two people standing in the front.

What they were standing on was not a boulder, a hillside, or a high ground, but a hill made of the corpses of the golden-armored guards who had been guarding the place.The gods and men present will never forget the scene at that time. The hurricane and ice rain were like a swirling vortex of blades. It only took a moment to strangle the guards who rushed forward into a pile of unconscious meat. Already, the armor made of fine gold was also shattered, only the blood flowing all over the ground was the proof that they were still alive at the last moment.

Yulan-sang said: "It's not too late, let's start preparing now."

Feng Beilie smiled slightly, his deep blue toga fluttered in the wind, Yu Lansang waved his sleeves, dense cloudy clouds gathered in the sky, the sound of thunder rolled over faintly, and brilliant lightning flashed.

"The rain is coming—!" She yelled, leaping high from the pile of corpses, her long sleeves fluttering like a white dragon, rushing in mid-air like a river, the wind picked up, the clouds gathered, and the sky suddenly drizzled with light rain. Then it fell more and more heavily, and in just a few breaths, the rain had already become a pouring force, and with the long sleeves of the rain master twisted into a giant snake dancing wildly between the sky and the earth.

Feng Beilie stood still on the spot, pushing his palms flat, the gust of wind blew up, wrapped the twisted rain snake in one place, circled majestically, and crashed on the endless plain of Zhulu.The wind blows and the rain blows, and the crimson soil is dug out, as if a paintbrush is pulled by an invisible force, and draws a perfect circle around the boundary of the competition!

Afterwards, the royal family of gods and men were stunned, seeing such a scene for the first time. They held the mighty power of heaven and earth in their hands, as if the lack of spiritual power was just an insignificant matter to them.The Zhulu Plain is like a blank piece of paper, allowing them to outline the ancient and mysterious secret language stroke by stroke.

People often think that writing big enough characters on a wide enough ground, lighting up incense, and offering sacrifices can make their wishes be perceived by the heavens—at this time, Fengbei Lie and Yulansang are also doing This kind of thing, but they are not to communicate with the gods above the nine heavens, but to connect with the dead in the nether world.

Feng Beilie's voice is deep and far away, like a long crying ghost howl, wandering in the whole plain of Zhulu: "The ghost of Maimai, Jiuyuan remains—"

The curse of the great witch once again echoed among Kun Yi, the rain snakes collapsed in an uproar, and all of them were sprinkled in the center of the competition. Amidst the loud noise, the center of the inscription slowly sank, gradually forming a bottomless, cave-like dark abyss.

At this time, thick clouds rolled in the sky, and the bleak maple leaves were blown all over the sky, like scattered blood, and there seemed to be only two colors left in the world, one was the red that had been soaked in the flames of war and blood and tears for thousands of years, and the other was red. It is a dull, cloudy gray with a hazy color.

The brighter the red, the darker the gray, the contrast between the hatchback and the murderous intent surges in it, making it hard to breathe.

There was a blue light in Fengbei Hunter's hand, and a purple light in Yu Lansang's hand. They flew down from the sky lightly and stood on both sides of the opening of the rune.

"Everything is ready," Feng Beilie breathlessly said, "Next, it's up to you."

Yu Lansang continued: "Please, everyone."

The royal families of gods and men from all over the world looked at each other, not understanding what they meant. Standing behind Wen Gui and Wen Hua, Wen'e couldn't help mustering up her courage and said, "What... are you letting us in?"

Feng Beilie smiled and said: "Yes. You are the descendants of the king, walk along this rune to the center, and the Jiuli blood in your body will naturally awaken the will of the king who has been sleeping for a long time."

"Is it enough to just go in?" Wen'e looked around anxiously, "There is no need to do anything else?"

Feng Beilie's eyes flickered, but he still said: "Of course, you are his descendants. We are all loyal to the king, so how can we do things that are not good for his descendants? Don't worry."

Wen'e hesitated, "But..."

"Prince!" Wen Gui was afraid that she would ask too many questions and offend the two gods in front of her, so she quickly stopped her words, "Just do what the national teacher said, don't ask those who have it!"

The gods glanced at each other, but now that they are here to compete, the surrounding fields are full of traces of Chi You and the ancient Jiuli, and the blood flowing in their bodies has automatically made the decision to surrender for them. Here, no matter what they have in the country before, No matter how prominent and important he is, he must lower his haughty head to Feng Bo Yu Shi in front of him at this time.

The gods and men of Lin's country entered the formation, and the gods and men of Xiaoyang country entered the formation, followed by Yanhuo country, Zhutou country, and the three kingdoms... Men, women and children in luxurious clothes lined up. One column, following the direction of the runes towards the center.

It is about to be completed, their ambitions, their painstaking efforts, their plans for thousands of years, their beliefs and the anxiety of waiting for countless days and nights...

Thinking of this, looking at the people walking like ants below, Feng Beilie and Yu Lansang were trembling all over, unable to speak with excitement.

Immortal Kingdom was at the end. Before stepping into the formation, Wen Chuan accidentally glanced upwards, and saw that the corners of Feng Beilie's mouth were twitching slightly, and even the muscles on his face were twitching.

how is this...

Although doubts suddenly arose in his heart, he didn't dare to look too much, and could only walk forward in order.

The Zhulu Plain is vast and boundless, but the inscriptions they stepped on seemed to be able to shorten the distance. The midpoint seemed out of reach, but after walking for a while, Wenchuan looked back and saw that the place where they stood when they came had already Shrunk down to the size of a sesame seed in sight, and the abyss-like hole seemed so close that it could be touched.

"Stand around it," Feng Beilie said softly, "The sacrificial ceremony is about to begin."

The gods looked at each other, and stood around the huge sunken hole according to the words. This is not so much a hole as it is a huge, smooth-edged tiankeng. Thousands of gods are next to each other. Only then can it be surrounded.

Yu Lansang nodded to Feng Beilie, he stood in the air, raised his hands up to the sky, and sang ancient and rough songs loudly in the howling wind, his voice was very loud, but the syllables he uttered were blurred and hard to pronounce. discernible ambiguity.The lines of the inscriptions gave off a dazzling bloody light in his singing, and the ground under the feet of all the gods trembled slightly, as if something was struggling and agitating inside, and would soon break through the ground.Suddenly, Wen'e screamed and looked behind her in horror. There, a bony palm suddenly protruded from the red soil. It slowly grabbed the ground, and its five sharp finger bones were deeply embedded in the soil, as if to With this blow, the entire body that had been buried for thousands of years was lifted up.

Not only behind her, but behind all the gods and men appeared skeletons crawling out of the ground one after another!

"Don't panic," Yulan Sang said softly, "They won't hurt you, you just need to stand where you are."

Even though these skeletons have been sleeping in the ground for a long time, they still wear dilapidated animal bone feather crowns on their heads. The feathers are rotten and dark, and they fall in pieces in front of their ribs. Hanging on the ground, the clothes on his body were also broken like ashes blown by the wind, which could only be vaguely seen to be black.

The skeletons have stood motionless on the ground since they stood still, and bright red phosphorous fires danced in the empty eye sockets, which can actually make people see the solemnity and simplicity of Duanmu.

Feng Beilie's tone changed, and his lowered voice became higher again. While singing, he stretched out his hand to beat the beat.His speaking speed was getting faster and faster, and the beat was like a storm. In the end, it was hardly like the tune of a song, but more like the ravings of a mad poet. Every unknown word he spit out seemed like One by one, thunder burst out, exploding crazily in the sky, continuous like broken thunderbolts.He was hoarse, dancing with hands and feet, and the singing sound was like crying or laughing, like a god or a demon, like a small boat in the roaring sea, tossing and turning in the wind and waves, endlessly!

All the gods and men lost their minds in this kind of singing. When the last taboo syllable broke out, the sacrificed skeleton slowly exhaled from the throat bone, and the gentle wind whistled and trembled among their bones. It was not accidental, but a rhythmic cry, gathering in one place like a torrent, calling to the entrance of the nether world thousands of years ago!

"It's now!" Yu Lansang let out a long cry, "It's time to prepare the sacrifice!"

Feng Beilie's face was pale, and his forehead was covered with fine beads of sweat from exhaustion, but he still stretched out his hand suddenly, lifted a gust of wind, a god and man of the head country, and carried it to the center of the abyss, and Yu Lansang immediately condensed ice blades , stabbing into his neck, Kamito has no power to fight back, he can only scream and struggle in vain, and blood spurts in an instant!

The blood gushing into the dark entrance was like sinking into the sea like a stone sinking into a well, unable to cause any change, but the gods and men below all woke up from their confusion when they heard the intermittent wailing.When they saw the scene in front of them, they all screamed in horror, and instantly realized the true intentions of Feng Beilie and Yu Lansang, turned around and wanted to escape, but those inscriptions had already formed a layer of invisible high walls on the outside, trapping them They were all stuck in the innermost part, and when they were panicking, Feng Beilie and Yu Lansang were staring at the entrance of the underworld, not even refusing to lose their eyes.

After a long time, there was finally a huge tremor from the abyss, as if a giant's heart, which had been sleeping for a long time, woke up from the dark eternal night, and gave out its first beating slowly!

"It's useful!" Yulan-sang was ecstatic, "It's useful! Your Majesty, Your Majesty, he hasn't left yet! He hasn't left!"

Feng Beilie drained the god-man's blood without hesitation, and then threw him away like trash. He suppressed the joy in his heart, turned around slowly, and looked at a group of headless flies on the ground. Like a scurrying god.

"—next," he grinned, "whose turn is it?"