Chapter 610: Chapter 421: I made the rules. Can’t I abolish them?_3
Boom!
Emperor Beiyin of Fengdu slapped down.
Above the sea of blood, a huge palm print suddenly appeared, stretching for miles.
The force of the palm print penetrated the sea of blood, directly falling into the netherworld’s spacetime. The next moment, the world became quiet again.
Qingyi’s mouth twitched, saying: “Fengdu, are we really going to break our promise?”
“What do you mean by breaking the promise?”
Emperor Beiyin of Fengdu said: “Back then, besides the 108 heavenly rules set by the heavenly power, the rest were added by us. Now that we have removed them…Isn’t it reasonable?”
Qingyi’s eyes lit up, and he stood up: “Then, I’ll go to the mortal world to exterminate the Netherworld Demons.”
“No need to.”
Emperor Beiyin of Fengdu laughed: “Let’s see first.”
…
At this moment.
Yu Province, Wangwu Mountain.
Wangwu Mountain got its name for “the mountain’s shape resembling a king’s house”. Connecting Jin and Ji with its pulse extending to the capital, it is one of the nine famous mountains in ancient Da Xia and the first of the ten Daoist paradises. With three major revivals of spiritual aura, Wangwu Mountain has now become a “fairyland on earth” with clouds and mists shrouding various Daoist palaces and temples such as Ziwei Palace, Yangtai Palace, Zongxian Palace, Qingxu Temple, Shifang Temple, Lingdu Temple, etc.
However, in the different space beneath Wangwu Mountain…
It was the Wangwu Ghost Market, one of the nine great ghost markets in Da Xia.
Of course.
It is difficult to accurately describe the different space with language.
It is not wrong to say that the Wangwu Ghost Market is located under Wangwu Mountain, but if you really dig into Wangwu Mountain to find traces of the Wangwu Ghost Market, you might not find it in your entire life.
2023, November 12th, Lunar September 16th.
That night.
The bright moon was in the sky.
A sword light passed through the sky and landed outside Wangwu Mountain, revealing Xu Yang’s figure.
Looking at Wangwu Mountain from a distance, Xu Yang secretly activated his Heavenly Eye and saw the spiritual aura inside Wangwu Mountain was several times denser than the outside world. Additionally, there were strong auras within the mountain.
“No wonder it was once the leader of the ten Daoist paradises. With Wangwu Mountain’s environment, it is easier to practice and comprehend Dao.”
Moreover.
There should be many experts in Wangwu Mountain, including least three Daoist True Monarchs. Moreover, Xu Yang vaguely felt an extremely powerful force…He didn’t know where that force was coming from, but it made him feel a bit frightened.
Putting away the Heavenly Eye Skill, Xu Yang followed the method taught by Black and White Impermanence, carved a Daoist formation on the ground, set up an altar of ritual, circulated his magical power, and muttered words.
Suddenly.
Bang.
The altar of ritual shattered.
Xu Yang turned into rays of light and disappeared on the spot.
When he reappeared, he was in a dim space.
Xu Yang looked up and saw a gloomy ghost market in front of him. Inside the ghost market, there were faintly discernible figures coming and going.
“Is this Wangwu Ghost Market?”
Xu Yang had a thought and subconsciously compared it to the Xi Xia Ghost Market, shaking his head: “The Xi Xia Ghost Market is now thriving and full of vitality, but this place is filled with a sense of death…Of course, this might be more fitting for a ghost market.”
Like the Xi Xia Ghost Market.
There was also a “gateway” outside the Wangwu Ghost Market.
The “gateway” to the Xi Xia Ghost Market was formed by two large elm trees forming the “Ghost Gate”, while the “gateway” to the Wangwu Ghost Market was formed by two dead trees. Human head lanterns hung from the tree branches, and the mouths of the heads held red candles, casting a dark red glow on the trees, making them appear very eerie.
Just as Xu Yang was contemplating whether to enter the ghost market to find information, a sudden Yin wind blew, and 800 ghosts flew out from the ghost market!
These ghosts were extremely fierce, with the weakest among them wearing red clothes, and the leader was a Ghost Immortal.
Their aura was very strange, seemingly more sinister than ordinary ghosts, and they must have been enhanced by some secret method used by the Netherworld Demons.
“Minions!”
“Lord Demon has ordered…our goal this time is to collect blood essence. Whoever collects the most will be rewarded by Lord Demon…”
The Ghost Immortal spoke loudly, leading a group of ghosts, and flew outward.
Xu Yang’s eyes shone, and he concealed his aura and hid his body, quietly following behind, thinking: “800 ghosts…This Wangwu Ghost Market is indeed my lucky place. I just arrived, and they’ve already given me a big gift!”
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