True Immortal of the Netherworld

On the seventh day after Bai Shaojie was reborn.

Deep underground in the Huangquan River, a pair of shining eyes opened from the darkness.

It was a pair of amber pupils, scanning everything around them as if looking for something.

Suddenly, the Huangquan River shook violently.

Many ghosts and spirits that usually live in the river flew around like fried fish, landed on the shore, rolled and crawled, biting each other out of control, and made piercing ghostly screams that could be heard for miles.

Fortunately, the vibration only lasted for a short time and then stopped.

The ghosts and spirits suddenly fell silent. They picked up their stumps and returned to the river obediently.

The whole world suddenly became quiet, as if nothing had happened, there was only the smell of blood in the air.

The news quickly spread to the Bai family, and the patriarch immediately held a very small secret meeting.

It was broad daylight, and the windows and doors of the Bai family hall were closed.

In the main hall, the two people were reflected in the light of candles.

The person wearing black star robe is none other than the clan leader Bai Changhong.

The other person in gray robes and white hair is Bai Changtao, the deacon elder of the Bai family.

"Master Patriarch, this time the reason for the sudden change in the Huangquan River has been found. Looking at the sky at night, it coincides with the five stars of gold, wood, water, fire and earth, which caused the five elements of the earth to reverse, causing the seal of the Huangquan River to loosen." The deacon elder held a family secret book in his hand. , turned to a page about Five Stars in a row, pointed at the red circled font on it, my fingertips kept trembling, and I couldn't speak anymore.

"The five stars appear, the soul of the earth changes, the underworld falls, and the Holy Spirit appears." The patriarch read out the contents of the secret book himself.

He opened his mouth wide for a while before he recovered and continued:

"Is the legendary Holy Spirit catastrophe that happens once in ten thousand years really coming?"

The elder deacon tore off the page from the book that recorded this allusion with a swipe, kneaded it into a ball, stuffed it into his mouth, and swallowed it.

"Master Patriarch, this matter must not be spread. Not to mention causing panic, if the higher-ups are blamed and the mistakes are attributed to poor sacrifices, not only will thousands of members of our Bai family be executed, but also the Xiao family and Ye who are responsible for the sacrifices will be executed. The family is not immune." When the elder deacon said this, his pupils suddenly shrank and his facial muscles trembled.

"So is there a solution recorded in the classics?" The patriarch stepped forward, grabbed the elder deacon's hand and asked.

"Hey!" The elder deacon sighed and handed over the book in his hand.

The patriarch grabbed the classics and rummaged through them. After a while, he took a few steps back, fell down on the stool, and said:

"The Holy Spirit suppressed under the Yellow Spring River is one of the rare great Holy Spirits in the underworld. It is a legendary holy mud dragon. No one alive has seen the true face of this spirit. The person responsible for subduing this top-level Holy Spirit should be He is the Underworld King who guards the Underworld Palace. However, the previous Underworld King was executed for disobedience seven years ago, and there is no new Underworld King yet."

The elder deacon said: "I remember this clearly. The day that Hades was executed happened to be the day that the second son, Bai Shaojie, was born."

"Even if Hades is still alive, we may not be able to successfully subdue this Holy Spirit. From now on, we can only rely on our own strength." The patriarch said, clenching his fists.

"The current situation is just that the river is shaking, and the Holy Spirit has not really appeared. We can remind the current head of Huangquan Palace that the Huangquan Boundary River is moving, and a sacrificial ceremony must be held in advance. If the sacrificial ceremony is successful, most of the restlessness can be temporarily appeased. The great Holy Spirit. If we can delay it for a year, we, the Bai family, have earned it. If we can delay it for ten years, maybe the Holy Spirit will no longer appear." The deacon elder thought for a while and then said.

"It seems that's all that's left." The clan leader said helplessly.

The Bai family quickly handed over the sacrificial instructions, and Huangquan Palace's reply was also timely.

Twenty days later, the sacrificial ceremony was held in a hurry.

The Bai family relied on their own strength to become the main role in the sacrificial ceremony.

The other Xiao family and Ye family were arranged to be responsible for guarding the outfield of the sacrifice. Not a single mouse can appear within a radius of thirty miles.

This situation is very different from before.

In usual sacrificial activities, some well-known figures and people's representatives are invited to observe on site.

On the bank of Huangquan River, there is a sacrificial platform.

The head of the Bai family, dressed in black and gold attire, personally presided over the sacrificial ceremony.

"The gods of the underworld, offering sacrifices to the underworld, guided by music, enjoying the world, appeasing the Holy Spirit, and enjoying peace..." The head of the Bai family first recited a long opening line.

After the opening remarks, he solemnly saluted in the four directions of southeast, northwest and northwest.

Then, he came to the other end of the sacrificial platform, where a huge war drum had been placed in advance.

The patriarch picked up the drumsticks with both hands and placed them on the war drum rhythmically.

Boom, boom.

The sound of war drums is like the sound of the general's horse hooves before entering the military formation, sonorous and steady.

Immediately afterwards, one hundred and eight musicians from the Bai family in the sacrificial hall played various musical instruments in their hands.

Some are beating bronze chimes, some are playing panpipes, and some are playing pottery xuns...

In the center of the performance venue, a young man in white clothes played the Yaoqin alone. It was Bai Shaoyong, the eldest son of the Bai family.

Not long after, the music attracted hundreds of miles of spiritual energy around it and gathered it high in the sky. With the naked eye, a golden ring-shaped array could be seen hanging high in the sky, gradually solidifying.

On the sacrificial platform, the rhythm of the drumsticks in the hands of the clan leader suddenly accelerated.

Boom, boom.

The sound is like a general riding a war horse to review in front of the formation.

The rhythm of the instruments in the hands of one hundred and eight musicians also became tense.

Various tones blend into one, like thousands of soldiers arrayed in uniform order.

At this time, the golden formation in the sky began to rotate slowly.

Half an hour later, golden raindrops fell from the golden formation.

The rain falls like a curtain, but it only falls on the river and the surrounding ground. People on and off the sacrificial stage will not get wet.

If you look closely, you will see that there is a small golden rune in each water droplet, like a musical note.

The rain fell on the river, splashing golden ripples.

On the surface of the Huangquan River, many bubbles covered with various ghost faces emerged. They were beating happily, as if they were taking a bath.

On the high sacrificial platform, the clan leader's expression turned grim, and he grasped the drumstick with both hands and dropped it.

Boom!

The single tone is high-pitched, like a general holding his sword high and commanding his troops, roaring and charging.

The rhythm of the instruments in the hands of the musicians also changed drastically, like thousands of soldiers shouting and charging together.

The music is thunderous and murderous.

Buzz!

The void fluctuates.

The golden formation in the sky spun faster, and electric arcs danced wildly on the surface of the formation.

Countless golden raindrops entangled together and gradually gathered into a huge golden sword body, which then plunged straight into the river.

In just a flash, the huge sword of light submerged under the river.

Boom!

The ground trembled and the altar shook, but no one dared to stop playing their instruments.

Everyone's eyes became red and prominent, and everyone fell into madness.

"The Baiyin Sealing Formation is complete, it depends on whether we can strengthen the seal." The clan leader shouted.

The golden formation in the sky slowly descended, landed steadily on the Huangquan River, and shimmered into the ground.

The earthquake in the earth gradually subsided.

"Everyone, hold on a little longer. There will be no room for failure this time." The clan leader shouted again.

Everyone worked hard to produce music.

Manic, harsh, nothing beautiful at all.

On the ground around the river, red cracks like spider webs appeared, as if blood was flowing in them.

The blood color gradually dimmed.

The earth shook and stopped.

"Success!" On the altar, the clan leader raised his arms and shouted, kneeling on his knees.

Everyone finally breathed a sigh of relief, and the chaotic sounds finally stopped.

At this moment, something strange happened.

Black ripples appeared in the air above the river, and a large mass of black mist emerged from the ripples, and a giant beast roared from the black mist.

Ouch!

The loud sound came out, and the void fluctuated accordingly.

Bang bang bang, bang bang bang.

Bronze chimes are cracked, panpipes are damaged, and pottery xuns have holes.

Bai Shaoyong, who was in the middle, had the strings of the Yao Qin in front of him broken, and he flew backwards.

As the leader of the band, he is naturally under the greatest pressure.

The black fog dissipated and the scene was in a mess.

"Just one breath away." The clan leader stumbled down from the altar with his hair disheveled and a look of unwillingness on his face, and came to the bank of the Huangquan Boundary River. .

The clan leader pulled out the dagger he carried with him, cut one of his fingers, and dripped blood into the river.

As his blood merged into the formation, the originally damaged formation showed signs of repair.

"The formation is only partially damaged, but the base of the formation is intact. Where are the deacons and elders?" the clan leader turned around and shouted.

The elder deacon ran over in a hurry: "My subordinates are here."

"Prepare the art of blood sacrifice." The clan leader bit his back molars, and a few words popped out between his teeth.

"Master Patriarch, the art of blood sacrifice is a forbidden art. It must be a direct bloodline of the Bai family, and virginity can be completed. The cruel thing is that this art of blood sacrifice requires the sacrifice of life, but there is only a 30% certainty." The elder deacon said.

"If it fails, everyone in the Bai family will die. Now we have no choice but to make this decision. Go and bring the second young master here in person. I, the heir of the Bai family, must not desert in the face of righteousness."

Half an hour later, the second son, Bai Shaojie, was brought to the sacrificial site.

Xu Yang's consciousness attached to Bai Shaojie's body and he immediately sensed the surrounding situation.

"Although Bai Shaojie has no hearing, his sense of touch, smell, vision, and taste are all sensitive. The spiritual power here is extremely chaotic, with the power of formations, the power of the Great Ghost King, and the power of the musician's music. Eighty percent of it is based on the power of music. The formation failed to suppress some huge ghost."

At this time, the clan leader had already called Bai Shaoyong and Bai Shaojie to the front.

"My two good sons, our Bai family, as a sacrificial clan, is destined to live for sacrificial offerings and die for sacrificial offerings. The ceremony cannot be completed today, and a cruel blood sacrifice will be held next. You two brothers must choose one. People, performing blood sacrifices is extremely risky, and you may have to sacrifice your life.”

Although the second son, Bai Shaojie, could not hear voices, he could read lips and roughly understand his father's words.

"Let me come. I am the eldest son of the Bai family and the eldest brother. I should be responsible for anything. My younger brother Shaojie is only seven years old. He is still young." Bai Shaoyong took a step forward and said loudly.

Bai Shaojie stretched out one hand to grab his brother's cuff, and gestured in sign language with the other hand:

"Let me go. I was born without hearing and am a useless person. The Bai family cannot live without my brother."

The patriarch had tears in his eyes, feeling happy that his two sons could protect and care for each other.

"This blood sacrifice is not something anyone can do. You have to find the most suitable candidate. Because if it fails, the Holy Spirit sealed in the different space under the river will escape, and the entire Leling Kingdom will be devastated. We, the Bai family, will all be punished by death by Huangquan Palace," the patriarch explained.

"So, how to choose the best candidate?" Bai Shaoyong asked.

"Just now, in the last part of the sacrifice, a roar in the black mist was a message from the Holy Spirit. Next, the patriarch will use his own blood as a guide to force it to scream again. If it's the two of you Anyone among them who can seize this opportunity, resonate with it with their soul, and then bind it with a soul link, is the best candidate." The deacon elder said while holding the Bai family secret book and turning to the key page.

"The younger generation of the Bai family, I am the best at the method of music. I will definitely be able to sense the emotion from the Holy Spirit's cry and resonate with the soul. This time, it must be me." Brother Bai Shaoyong said firmly.

The younger brother Bai Shaojie clasped his fingers with both hands, with an anxious look on his face, and thought in his mind:

"I can't hear any sound at all, so how can I create a soul connection with the Holy Spirit through shouting?"

Time cannot be delayed any longer.

Huangquan River.

The patriarch used the blood on his fingertips as a guide to reactivate the musical array buried underground.

The earth shook, spiritual energy rolled, and black mist reappeared.

In the black mist, a roar of beasts was heard again, shocking the world.

"It's the emotion of anger! I found it." The tips of Bai Shaoyong's ears trembled, the blood vessels at his temples bulged, and the pupils of his eyes suddenly became larger and smaller.

"Soul link!"

Bai Shaoyong held a dagger and cut his fingertips. Blood fell on the ground. The power of the formation followed his blood line and invaded his body.

He roared so loudly that his hairband flew out and his hair stood on end.

"The eldest young master has succeeded. The eldest young master has become the humanoid eye of the entire formation. Next, by converting the formation with blood, there will be a chance to re-strengthen the seal." The elder deacon said excitedly.

Bai Shaojie on the side had his eyes closed tightly, still trying to sense, but could not find the soul connection with the Holy Spirit.

"Shaoyong, this time it's up to you. Even if you die, you will be the pride of the entire Bai family." The patriarch burst into tears.

Bai Shaoyong first turned his head and glanced at his younger brother, who was still sensing with his eyes closed, and smiled happily.

Then, his toes flew half an inch off the ground, and he came to the center of the river.

Every blood vessel in his body burst open, and the blood from his body continued to pour into the formation, turning his whole body into a bloody man.

Cruel sacrifice.

Crash, clatter, bloody chains shot out from the formation, and the black mist was the target.

boom!

The black mist exploded, and a painful wail came from within.

The formation continued to sink, the ground turned into blood, and the river turned into blood.

"It's almost successful, but it seems that the young master has reached his limit." The elder deacon's eyes were always paying attention to the changes in the situation.

At this time, Bai Shaoyong's body was shrunk into a human shape, and all the blood in his body was almost drained. The only thing that remained unchanged was his firm eyes.

Boom!

The river channel collapsed! A huge black vortex appeared!

A huge underworld emerged from it.

The dark dragon was covered in the color of earth, with streams of sand flowing out of its body.

Buzz!

The powerful pressure dispersed, and everyone present fainted, completely crushed.

"It's just a bloody formation, but you still want to be trapped in this holy dragon? After being trapped under this Huangquan River for ten thousand years, you can finally come out for a breath of air. This time I will swallow a hundred thousand people to replenish my body." The giant beast spat. Word.

Just as the giant beast was preparing to kill, its amber eyes stared at a corner.

In that corner, there was a four-foot-tall boy, dressed in white and with white hair, looking at it with a pair of big eyes.

Looking at each other, the giant beast's huge body shivered and asked in surprise: "What is that?"

At this moment, Xu Yang exercised the right to change the fate of the host for the second time, completely controlling Bai Shaojie's body with his consciousness.

"Necromanticism - Gate of the Black Sun!"

Bai Shaojie made a move with one hand, causing the ground to shake and a black gate a hundred feet tall to rise from the ground.

On the surface of the door, there is a black sun with thousands of rays of light.

When the giant beast saw the Black Sun Gate, it immediately tamed it, and its whole body crawled to the ground, curled up and quickly became smaller, and finally turned into a yellow-shelled egg.

The dragon soul in Bai Shaojie's body awakens, and a statue of the underworld dragon appears behind him.

Xu Yang's consciousness quickly dissipated. Bai Shaojie's original consciousness returned.

He walked over, picked up the yellow-shelled egg on the ground, rubbed it gently with his hand, and unexpectedly found the lost hearing and words, and said:

"Little Mud Dragon, you can come with me from now on."

This year, Bai Shaojie, who had awakened his dragon soul, was canonized by the Lord Pluto as the Lord of the Underworld Palace.