Fantasy World Transmigration

In the world, Wu Xian looked in horror at the big sun that was gradually being swallowed by the darkness above his head. He was inexplicably terrified. Wu Xian was the name passed down from generation to generation of the great witch festival of the Wu Xian Kingdom. It is said that the Wu Xian Kingdom was inherited from the head of the ten witches in Lingshan, the great Wu Xian who guarded the immortal imperial medicine, because The Great Witch Festival is the fifth generation of Wuxian, so it is also called Xianwu.

Wu Xianwu looked at the solar eclipse, his cultivation reached his destiny, and he saw the number of days, but he was so frightened that he almost went crazy in a blink of an eye!

His messy hair was scattered on the back of his head and forehead, and he stretched out his dry hands weakly towards the sun: "God! Why is God so angry... The catastrophe is coming, the catastrophe is coming... I saw blood rain from the sky, the sky and the earth were broken, The majestic mountain where the ancestor spirits and gods lived collapsed, and the ground under their feet collapsed. From the easternmost sea to the westernmost desert, everything collapsed... Great calamity, endless calamity, the blood of all beings in the sky is like heavy rain It poured down for nine days without end, and the corpses of gods piled up like mountains...everything is going to be broken! Everything is going to be destroyed!"

"A huge comet appeared in the sky, piercing the sky, and countless monsters sprang out from the red scars. The oldest god led countless warriors to fight against the demon star and the scar. I heard... the bell ringing!"

After all, Wu Xianwu, the oldest surviving witch in Wu Xianguo, has an astonishing cultivation, black and red blood spewed out from her seven orifices, and the muddy blood mixed with tears fell from her eyes.

The soul boys around screamed and fled in fright.

The young man wailed in a sharp voice: "The ancestor of the witch has collapsed! The seven orifices of the witch tribe are bleeding, and they are going to die!"

Wu Xianwu's seven orifices were bleeding. He heard the bell from the lower reaches of time and space. Every time it sounded, his body trembled violently as if he had been severely injured. Waves of red and black blood came out of the seven orifices. On the ground, it immediately penetrated into the stone, little by little, and was engraved on the rock under Wu Xianwu's feet.

Those prehistoric rocks that carried Wu Xian's blood at this moment turned into a strange existence with bloodstains on the surface, and the bloodstains seeped into the stone.

It exudes an ominous atmosphere, if not for these blood-splattered rocks in the center of the altar at this moment, the thoughts of countless wizards and witches are suppressing this magnificent altar. On the platform, there are ghosts and gods suppressing all directions of the altar. Every ten steps there is a wizard with a high level of cultivation. The overall breath can communicate with the heavens.

If the rocks stained with Wu Xian's blood were not suppressed by the altar, if they drifted out together, the ominous atmosphere on them would wipe out all humans and animals for thousands of miles.

After Wu Xian heard the bell ring three times, he struggled and stood up in embarrassment, trembling, his tyrannical cultivation base, and the terrifying witch power that could curse and kill immortals with every move, all went to the sky, weak, as if pushed Just fall, almost as if dead. Wu Xian grabbed the hand of the wizard beside him, and said sadly: "The end of the world is here! Tell the king, soon... there will be an unprecedented catastrophe, and the solar eclipse is just a precursor... The ghosts and gods in the underground have been wiped out by boundless blood. Devouring, headless gods and demons, slaughtered the king of ghosts and gods."

"Darkness... unspeakable darkness stretches under the earth."

"In the dark, an extremely powerful demon god, comparable to a god of heaven, was born. He held countless soul ghosts howling, entangled magic sword, and tore apart the kingdom after death. In front of these demon gods, the ancestor spirit was weak like a lonely ghost .”

After listening to Wu Xian's prophecy, the sorcerer knelt down and bowed to Wu Xian, then stepped back in a hurry and announced Wu Xian's prophecy.

Wu Xian struggled for a long time before he recovered his breath. He raised his head and looked in all directions. He did not know how many monks were hiding around sneakily, watching this great witch priest. They have the background of a powerful sect, but in the prehistoric period, these monks could also take refuge in a few third-rate small sects, occupying barren mountains and mountains where there were no ghosts and gods. Small tribes with hundreds of people are limited in strength, and they are no different than casual cultivators.

In the prehistoric times, even a small tribe with only a few hundred people in the human race, as long as they sacrifice to the gods and look for a nearby blessed land where the gods canonize the gods,

Using blood, food, incense and fire as sacrifices can basically support wizards equivalent to the immortals of later generations.

The prehistoric human race had a natural lifespan of three thousand years at this time.

It is the realm of real people in the ancient innocence theory. They are born to follow the time sequence, run their vitality, and their physique coincides with the way of heaven. What's more, when they are mixed with witches, they inherit special physiques. Winged, volleying, these witch bloodlines are naturally strong with exercise. In addition to the birth of wizards who have inheritance, communicate with the gods, and are proficient in herbal divination, voodoo poison, and vitality training, there are also natural witch bloodlines, which can polish their bodies and grow stronger. Bloodlines, constantly cultivating their own bloodlines, constantly approaching the source of bloodlines such as Pangu God, and even the Twelve Ancestral Witches, witches who are good at fighting with special organs, acupoints, and meridian systems to drive the vitality of heaven and earth.

A witch is a martial artist of later generations.

Therefore, the monks around were considered powerful in the age of the heavens, but in this world, individuals can swallow their vitality, break their bodies, and cultivate their blood. When a human race becomes an adult, it is roughly equivalent to the transformation of a warrior from a later generation into the body of a god and demon, and it is only two steps away from martial arts and immortals. Times, in Wu Xian's view, are like ants...

Let a group of ants watch the excitement, Wu Xian smiled cruelly.

Wiping the dirty blood left by his seven orifices with his hands, he drew a simple symbol on the ground with his trembling index finger, plotting witchcraft with the cursed blood, and a strange breath erupted instantly, and an evil ghost was killed Summoned by Wuwen, he instantly absorbed all the strange breaths that were not in Wuxian's country, and that did not have the breath of plants and trees here.

Then the voodoo broke out, harvesting the souls of those sneaky monks in an instant. Countless black shadows flashed, absorbing tens of thousands of souls and sending them into the Styx.

Wu Xian took the opportunity to spy a breath of the underworld... Then he trembled and closed the passage leading to Yintu in horror.

The few big monks next to Wu Xianguo barely stepped onto the prehistoric stage. Although their own power is not as powerful as Wu Xianguo, a behemoth that has been passed down through the ages, they are also qualified to pass on stably, not the kind of clan that lives and dies like a child's play. Door. Several celestial beings discussed in a low voice: "Something has happened to the underworld!"

"Has the great witch sacrifice Xianwu also confirmed?"

A withered and yellow-haired monk whispered: "Confirmed! After the solar eclipse, he really went to divination! The result was a catastrophe. It is said that Wu Xian was very frightened and claimed that there would be unpredictable doom. After divination, he almost died. die."

"During this time, there are often lonely and wild ghosts, and even evil ghosts and ghosts who break away from the road to the underworld and flee to the underworld. The land gathers these lonely souls and wild ghosts. Many Taoist friends also go to capture souls to refine treasures and practice."

A female cultivator smiled coquettishly: "Is there any specific news about the changes in the underworld that day?"

A gloomy evil cultivator suddenly said, "It's said to be a catastrophe!" As soon as he opened his mouth, the others were a little scared and didn't dare to speak. Obviously, they were a little afraid of this evil cultivator, and it took a long time for the withered and yellow-haired monk to whisper. Said: "The three-day solar eclipse is obviously a precursor to the imminent catastrophe."

Hearing this, a monk with a weaker cultivation level, who could step on the threshold of a celestial being, carved a few ancient runes on the cracked spirit turtle bone burned beside him with a bronze magic knife.

The mysterious and unpredictable runes recorded—"At the time of Xianwu in Wuxian Kingdom, there was a three-day solar eclipse, and the underworld changed drastically. Wu Xianwu felt that blood rained from the sky, mountains and rivers were overthrown, and catastrophe is approaching!"

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In the age of the heavens, all the old demons of the Huangquan School and the monks of the Ksitigarbha Hall got together. The leaders of the two sides, Yan Mojun and Dharma King Shanlong, sat facing each other, and they both stared at the two broken oracle bones. On the oracle bones, engraved with numbers An extremely mysterious rune, more than half of which was put together from the oracle bones of both sides. Although the text is incomplete, it does not hinder the generality.

Yan Mojun coughed and said: "My two sects have been fighting for this treasure for thousands of years. Since the birth of this bone, there have been several heavenly demons, and Arhats have died for it. Today I invite the King of Dharma to jointly explore this treasure. mystery."

Dharma King Shanlong clasped his hands together, recited the Buddha's name and said, "Your Majesty Yan Mo's words are very kind."

"The reason why my Ksitigarbha Temple and your Huangquan Sect have competed for this treasure for thousands of years is nothing more than that there are gaps in the inheritance of our sects. "The Ten Kings Classic" are all secrets from ancient times. It is said that in the ancient underworld there was the emperor Yama, who ruled the underworld with the ten palaces of Yama.

"Ksitigarbha Bodhisattva turns into ten kings, suppresses hell, and achieves Buddhahood!"

"And you Huangquan Demon Sect also has the method of cultivating into the body of the emperor Yama, turning the heavens into hell, and achieving Daluo."

"Both of our sects use hell to achieve enlightenment, which is related to reincarnation. However, when the flood and desolation were broken in the last years of ancient times, hell disappeared and the underworld was destroyed inexplicably. The secret of destruction, finding the disappearing hell, is our only hope for enlightenment!" Dharma King Shanlong nodded and said, "Now, only we and the two sects can work together to reveal this ancient secret."

Yan Mojun picked up the two pieces of oracle bones in front of him, put them together, and said in a low voice: "Although Tiejianmen is not a great ancient sect, it is also an ancient sect that has been passed down through the ages. The tombs of his family were dug. As a result, several oracle bones were unearthed, many of which were extremely ancient and powerful exercises and supernatural powers, which also brought about the disaster of destroying his family."

"This oracle bone, according to textual research, is the inscription written by the founder of the Iron Sword Sect when the underworld was undergoing changes. Therefore, it is not valued by the great sects, so it has a chance to fall into the hands of our two sects."

"With the help of the ancient hell breath on this oracle bone, we have completed part of the inheritance, and each has cultivated a Taoist monarch, who will inherit our responsibilities, so that we can let go and explore the end of ancient times, the destruction of the underworld. secret!"

Dharma King Shanlong also said: "This oracle bone is the bone of a ten thousand-year-old tortoise. It has the blood of a black tortoise, which is extremely extraordinary. Today, when the blood of the prehistoric people is scattered, it is already the supreme treasure for practicing divination. If it is called Ziwei Sect, linen Those old monsters in the sect know that they must spare thousands of catties of god gold and magic iron. The letter written by the ancient witchcraft... is also an extremely ancient inheritance. That Da Luo Zhi Key was born, and ran to Guixu!"

"What kind of place is Guixu...I think those old monsters, no matter whether they are righteous or evil, they will not be able to get out!" Lord Yan Mo sneered.

Dharma King Shanlong smiled and said, "Is it because Yan Jun is at odds with some old demons?"

"The Blood Slaughter Demon Lord always mocks me, Huang Quan Zongxiu, who is the son of Yan Luo, who is a heretic of the demon sect. Relying on his blood demon's direct inheritance, he looks down on our Yan Mo's lineage... and said that we want to prove that the son of Yan Luo is a dead end. I'm tired of it! I want to see who is tired of living! Can he blood slaughter the demon king get out of the ruins!"

"Will the ancestor of the Destroyer Demon sealed in Guixu and the Dao of Destruction hidden in Guixu be able to give him the face of Styx's descendant!"

"Yan Luo Tianzi is a great demon, and also one of my demon emperors, not inferior to his blood demon lineage."

"What kind of demon and blood demon, the direct descendant of Styx. I think it's putting gold on my face... There are also two ways of killing demons, hell, especially the way of hell, which is also a branch of my lineage of Yan Mo, but the one who inherited is The Dao lineage of the Styx Demon Ancestor A Bijian, the Shamo lineage believes that he has inherited the Styx Demon Ancestor’s way of killing demons, and it was passed down by Yuan Tujian.”

"In order to build a relationship, I really don't want any face!"

"Our lineage of Yan Mo is the emperor of the ancient Demon Dao, the direct descendant of the Emperor Yan Luo, and is the orthodox legend in the Demon Dao, with a great reputation. Compared with these villains who cling to the Demon Ancestor, I don't know how orthodox, but the Blood Demon Sky Demon is powerful, and the Death Demon, The earth demons, yang demons, yin demons, and heart demons all turned around and clung to us, crowding us out!"

Dharma King Shanlong pointed to the oracle bone and asked, "Can the Demon Lord decipher this ancient shamanistic script?"

Maharaja Yan Mo smiled and said: "What's so difficult about this? The witch and demon lineage, as well as the inheritance of shaman script, are rare in your Buddhist sect. I, Yan Mo, and the witch and demon belong to the same line of demon sect. It's not difficult to ask a question or two." .”

"It is written on this oracle bone..."

"At the time of Xianwu in the Wuxian Kingdom, there was a three-day solar eclipse, and the underworld changed drastically. Wu Xianwu had a psychic feeling, and the Heavenly Emperor was furious, blood rained from the sky, mountains and rivers were overthrown, and a catastrophe was approaching!"

"In March, cut down Dongtian Jianmu, Jedi Tiantong... There will be a catastrophe, and the underworld will collapse! Demon..."

The next few shamanic characters are blurred, and no matter how powerful they are, it is difficult to recover them. Lord Yan Mo caressed the almost smoothed shamanism, and said in a low voice: "The oracle bone shamanism carries the spirituality of divination, so it has a spiritual response, so we can use the content of these shamanism divinations to figure out the breath of the ancient hell." .”

"The following words once carried extremely terrible information, so they were obliterated by the information it carried... because the ten-thousand-year spirit turtle can only record it for a moment, and then erase it by itself. It is like the unearthed witch script oracle bones , there has never been the name of the Emperor of Heaven, and the names of those great supernatural beings in the ancient times."

"It is said that Yanshenzong put all the power of the whole sect, and almost killed the two Taoist monarchs, only then in a certain ancient heaven, they discovered the shamanic name taboo of the great god Zhurong, and took this opportunity to add a lineage for their own sect. —— "Zhu Rong Vulcan God's Dragon-Expelling Mantra". Its supreme secret, the Zhu Rong Mantra, is the only mantra in the heavens that can cultivate Zhu Rong's divine fire, and it has unexpected power!"

Maharaja Yan Mo said: "We will join hands to locate the treasures of the sect, the bronze remnant hall of my Huangquan sect and the Sanskrit plaque of the dizang hall of your dizang hall, and use the oracle bones to locate them. Go back to the prehistoric land!"

After finishing speaking, Maharaja Yan Mo called out the most precious treasure of Huangquanzong's Zhenjiao, an ancient bronze temple with only a part of the gate archway left, and King Shanlong also sacrificed a wooden plaque with the Sanskrit characters of "Ksitigarbha Temple", which is also the name of its Ksitigarbha. The origin of the name of the temple, the patriarch of the Ksitigarbha Temple got this mysterious plaque, from which he realized the supreme Dharma and opened up the orthodoxy of the Ksitigarbha Temple.

The two cases really put together all the treasures at the bottom of the box.

With the help of a trace of the characteristics of the two great treasures, the mysterious oracle bone was aroused, and the two suzerains and a group of old monsters behind them were pulled into the void in an instant...

Darkness... This is the boundless sea of ​​blood in the endless darkness.

Dharma King Shanlong opened his eyes, but saw himself sitting in front of an incomparably sacred hall. When he looked behind him, he saw the treasure of his sect, the plaque of the Ksitigarbha Hall, hanging on the hall behind him.

This palace is already dilapidated, and nearly four-fifths have been dumped in the ruins of the black scorched rock, falling into the lava.

The hall is located in a huge unimaginable, pure black, entwined with extremely hot and scorching flames. The huge boulder, which looks like a sky, has collapsed in half, and at the top of the boulder, half of the boulder has been broken. It collapsed into a broken golden body on the edge of the cliff, and the Buddha's light exuded has been dimmed.

There are cracks all over the golden body, and in some places, glazed Buddha bones have been exposed.

It clasped its hands together, its eyes were slightly closed, and it faced the front... There was an unimaginable stick mark over there that collapsed the boulder...

Dharma King Shanlong was so frightened that his hands and feet became weak, he bowed his head and exclaimed, "Bodhisattva!"

With that cry, the plaque on the Ksitigarbha Hall above his head crashed down and fell into the arms of Dharma King Shanlong. A strange beast that looked like a dog and a lion ran out of the Ksitigarbha Hall in small steps. Seeing Dharma King Shanlong, his face showed disdain When Dharma King Shanlong saw the strange beast, he fell down again in fright: "Listen to the holy beast!"

Di Ting took a look at the collapsed Wojiao Stone. The black boulder was surrounded by a sea of ​​blood, like a drop in the ocean.

Truth listened to see the stick mark, and his body trembled slightly... Seeing Dharma King Shanlong, he wanted to climb up to the top of Wojiao Stone to invite down the golden body of Bodhisattva, and quickly grabbed Dharma King Shanlong's sleeve, threw it away, and threw it away. To a place farther away from the golden body.

Just a little breath of listening to the truth caused the scar of the stick on the body of the golden body. At this time, a roar echoed in the void: "Eat my old grandson with a stick!"

"One stick!"

"stick……"

The echo resounded all over the world, Dharma King Shanlong's dharma body almost shattered, and a mouthful of pale golden blood spurted out.

Also with the help of Da Luo's characteristics, back to ancient times, Lord Yan Mo landed in front of an ancient bronze temple, and the ancient temple was surrounded by darkness. When Lord Yan Mo woke up, the darkness was only three feet away from him, and there was a faint shadow in the darkness. Jojo called.

Lord Yan Mo turned his ears to listen, but he heard countless strange voices calling one after another: "King Qin Guang!"

"King Qin Guang!"

"King Qin Guang!"

There were other voices shouting: "Emperor Song!"

"King Chujiang!"

Maharaja Yan Mo was terrified when he heard that, almost his soul was separated from his body and plunged into the darkness. If it wasn't for the guardian of the bronze palace behind him, he would have been unable to control himself and fell into the darkness. "What is it in the darkness? Why is it calling the name of Yama of the Ten Temples! Yama of the Ten Temples are the ten incarnations of Emperor Yama. Could it be that there is a big secret related to Emperor Yama hidden in the darkness?"

"I was attracted by the ancient bronze palace, and came here as soon as I left the sea of ​​heavens. Could it be that this is the underworld in the last years of ancient times?"

"The countless calls in the darkness, could it be that the countless ghosts in the underworld are calling Yama of the Ten Palaces to come back?"

"Could this ancient bronze hall be the Tenth Hall of Yama? The Tenth Hall of Yama has become ruins, and there are countless calls to Yama from the Tenth Hall in the darkness. What happened in the underworld? Where did the Tenth Hall of Yama go?"

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