allonlinenovel Chapter 331: Forest of Tombstones
Chapter 331: Forest of Tombstones
Taiyi in the sea of consciousness suddenly reminded: "The Netherworld is a place of death, which is against the Way of Heaven. There should be a glimmer of hope for life."
"The more fatal the disaster, the more benefits you will gain. You can't hide from it. You have to find a way to resolve it and find someone to die with you."
"This is the perfect place. I remember that the Blood River Patriarch was hunted down by several Dao Lords, but he became more and more courageous as he fought more and more. Now he doesn't even take Hongjun seriously."
When the gods were conferred, Taiyi Zhenren was the first to take action and also gained the most. If Zhang Song had not intervened, Taiyi would now be the almighty Taiyi Jiuku Tianzun.
In the netherworld, there was thick fog everywhere, and there was a feeling of being spied on everywhere, but Taiyi's soul was very proactive, and wisps of insights were added to his sea of consciousness.
He suddenly remembered that Taiyi also had a very high position in the Heavenly Palace, the Great Emperor Qinghua of Dongji, and the place where he sat was exactly in the underworld.
Could it be that I have inherited the blessing and position of Taiyi Zhenren?
"Killing people, killing powerful people, the aura of heaven and earth will become stronger, both deduction and disaster will be affected, this is life from death." Yu Ding's consciousness said: "There is no such thing as death in the world. In the Great Root Method of Jiejiao, isn't it mentioned that everything has a ray of hope for survival."
The other two spiritual consciousnesses were inspired and also gave various suggestions.
The first thing to do now is to integrate into this place and avoid the Taoist master’s ghost king clone.
Occupy a place, set up the Yellow River formation, seize the power here, and finally kill one or two powerful people, and the fatal disaster will naturally be resolved.
"East, Ji!" Little Baoer ran back and forth with his short legs, fear on his little face, but he still pointed in the southeast direction with certainty.
The two people held hands and walked towards the deep fog.
Zhang Song gathered his breath, his flesh and blood withered, and he completely turned into a bone Buddha.
After walking for more than a hundred miles, the fog gradually dissipated, and cemeteries appeared one after another on the road. There were stone tablets, tombstones, and some special iron tablets. Some graves had been dug up, and it seemed that some extraordinary things crawled out of them.
Zhang Song looked at the names listed, they were all parents, elders, husbands or predecessors, etc. Most of them were ordinary people.
"This should be a projection of the real world. With the passage of time and the laws, it gradually became the real world after the falsehood was refined and the truth was cultivated."
"The netherworld was born from nothingness and is devouring the real world. I understand, I understand. No wonder even a Taoist master of such stature has to occupy a position here."
“When a person dies, he or she turns into nothingness. Nothingness is the unknown, it is the countless possibilities, it is destruction, it is rebirth, it is the birthplace of everything.”
"The world must have a beginning and an end, with yin and yang rotating and completing a complete cycle."
Before Zhang Song could analyze it himself, the consciousness of the five Heavenly Lords in the system began to realize various things one after another, and there was even a feeling that independent consciousness was about to be born again and be completely resurrected.
These people have been practicing for tens of thousands of years. Even their masters were figures from the time of the creation of the world. They have witnessed the incomplete way of heaven and experienced a world without laws.
Even Taiyi and the others had personally experienced the dragon and phoenix calamities, the sorcerer and lich calamities, and had seen with their own eyes how the netherworld was invaded and its laws were taken over.
Judging from the current situation, this world is facing withering and destruction. The underworld has become extremely dazzling and powerful, and has begun to spread to the real world on the surface.
"There is still a chance in this world." Zhang Song remembered the reminder from the Withered Bones Tathagata.
"The inside and outside become one, and become the entire netherworld, integrating the heavenly way here, becoming immortal and indestructible, and becoming the master of the way, or... the heavenly way."
The Withered Bone Tathagata has great courage and is standing firm. He is constantly planning and preparing to compete with the Withered Martial Arts Master.
The Taoist master Ku Wu was even simpler and more direct. He had already sent his incarnation here many years ago. If Ksitigarbha Bodhisattva was tied to the Netherworld, then it wouldn't matter even if the world was really destroyed.
If he were to negotiate with the Hongjun World as the Lord of the Underworld, his status would probably immediately catch up with that of Yuanshi Daozhu and others.
These old guys are all ruthless people, always scheming to gain advantages everywhere.
A dozen crawling figures appeared in front of him. These creatures looked like human beings, but their bodies were strangely like jackals. Their heads could rotate 360 degrees, and their eyes were on both sides.
It has extremely sharp claws, a long tail, a light and agile body, and can fly hundreds of meters in a breath.
He stretched out his hand and slapped several of them to death. These were real creatures, with rotten flesh, white bones, and intact hearts. Their strength was approximately between the Jindan and Yuanying realms.
The further you go, the taller the stone tablet becomes, and the more powerful the creatures that appear become.
A few hundred meters away, there appeared a dilapidated bluestone palace. The stone was full of rotten pits, some places had collapsed, and it was covered with gray vines.
When you get closer, you will find that the ground is covered with white stone with horizontal stripes, and the specifications of the buildings are like those of a prince in the secular world, with enormous power and influence.
I reached out and touched the stone, not knowing whether it was truly built here or a projection of the real world.
As he walked into the hall, dozens of strong monsters turned their heads to look at him, revealing their sharp teeth and ferocious expressions, and rushed towards Zhang Song.
"Is it an instinctive killing or an instinctive hunger?" Zhang Song raised his hand and hit the monsters, and soon the place was cleared out.
After death, these monsters turned into wisps of gray gas and gradually dissipated, but some of them still madly drilled into his body.
"Pollution, death, and withering." The gray mist was like poison to his spiritual consciousness, sizzling and trying to pollute his soul and turn it into a dead thing.
With a slight sweep of his spiritual sense, the gray mist was cleared away. It had no effect at all. Even if he refined some of it, it would not benefit him at all.
While killing these monsters, he walked towards the hall.
I saw the vermilion bronze gate. The surrounding wood had rotted away, and there were bloodstains on the gate, which looked as if it had been buried in the ground for hundreds of years.
He lightly tapped his toes, and with a loud bang, the bronze door was kicked into pieces, flew out, and hit the ground with a loud noise.
"Is anyone there? All your sheep have run away." He shouted and curiously poked his head to look inside.
What caught my eye was a withered, barked tree, huge and baring its fangs and claws.
Thick flesh and blood had already grown three meters below the tree. It felt like a muscular lower body, full of energy and strength, constantly sitting and squatting, twisting and turning towards him.
The upper part of the tree trunks were hung with various white and black cloth strips. Some of the thick branches had more than a dozen big hands growing on them. Some of them were clenched into fists, while others were open, actually facing him, greeting him, as if they were very happy that someone had come here.
On another thick branch, there were hundreds of strange black insects lying, some as big as a fist, some as big as a face. They all came to life, with their wings spread out and even arched, crowding and scrambling to crawl under the tree or jump down. Some also flew out with a buzzing sound and rushed over.