Chapter 188: Conjuring the soul and rushing to death

Author: Dragon Slaughter

Chapter 188: Conjuring the soul and rushing to death

With all his thoughts and actions, Qi Jingzhi had already put a list in his heart, listing the surnames that might be in conflict with him.

It’s not that he is biased against these surnames, but he is actually the aristocratic family he met. Practitioners should pay more or less attention to the origin of a surname.

Perhaps a rebellion four or five hundred years ago was too long for ordinary people, and even Chen Er became a yamen runner, which could oppress him, a clerk of the Qi family of Jiang.

However, seeing that Chen Taiqiu, who was over 200 years old, was said to have died young by Langya Jun. He knew that in the hearts of these great monks who could live for hundreds or thousands of years, the grievances and hatreds that hundreds of years ago were still alive as yesterday.

"As the saying goes, you should not have the intention to harm others, and you should be careful. When you meet descendants of these surnames, especially older monks, it is always beneficial or harmless to be careful."

This thought flashed through Qi Jingzhi's heart, so he put it aside and stopped thinking about it. He turned to Langya Jun and asked, "Since my senior, Ding Lingwei, who was surnamed Jiang, also worshipped in Xianyu Mountain?"

Zheng Xian nodded when he heard this, raised his hand and pointed at the golden nest on the tree crown: "The Ding family of Jiang's surname always had some pretentious children, who were determined to learn from other families and add a new array map to his "Tiger Seal Sutra". Unfortunately, most of the things that were tinkering with were flashy and unreal, and few achieved success."

"Ding Lingwei was amazing and arrogant, and was as arrogant as his junior, Marquis Anfeng. He refused to concentrate on studying the "Tiger Seal Sutra". He always wanted to play some tricks, so he became a disciple of the previous generation Xuandu Guanzhu and learned the "Immortal Feather Sutra" secretly produced by the Feng family of Xianyu Mountain."

"Not to mention, he is extremely talented and has made rapid progress. He has caught up with the opportunity to quell the Chen family's rebellion. He has applied his studies on the battlefield, checked for omissions and made a lot of gains in the Chen family's library. He has really created a very practical formation called the Crane Wing Formation, and has also touched the threshold of the fifth realm."

"Once it is successful, there will be a more array map in the "Tiger Seal Sutra" of the Jiang clan of Qi State!"

Qi Jingzhi could hear clearly just now that there are four formation diagrams of flying eagles, long rainbows, repeats and eight trigrams in the "Tiger Seal" and there are no crane wings. Then he knew that Ding Lingwei must have failed.

Before he could ask, Zheng Xian sighed: "It's a pity that Ding Lingwei was too arrogant and had no savings to break the realm. He also created the crane wing formation diagram while breaking the realm. Therefore, he broke through the realm and created the two disasters of creation. The superposition of the two external demons in the Wuji wilderness attracted the extremely powerful external demons in the wilderness, which failed."

"Since then, his spirituality has been lost in the wilderness of the Wuji field and has not returned yet. His body has remained on Xianyu Mountain. The corpse has dissolved into a crane and lived in a mess. It has been nearly five hundred years since then!"

Speaking of this, with the cultivation level of Langya Jun, he couldn't help but sigh, and he whispered softly: "Ding Ling passed away from the world, brushed his clothes and turned to the immortal road. He refined the nine elixirs and then followed the five clouds. The pine and roe covered the cave, and the peach and apricots were hidden deep in the deep place. I wonder how many times he had transformed into a crane and returned to the Liaohai Sea?"

After he chanted, he shook his head again: "The spirituality is lost in the wild, and there is only a crane that has corpses left. How can I remember my relatives and friends in the past year and the scenery of my hometown? Ding Lingwei is afraid that it will be difficult for him to come back in this place of the Liaohai Sea!"

At this time, Qi Jingzhi could have concluded that the friendship between the Langya king and the Ding clan of Jiang, especially Ding Lingwei, was extraordinary. He just didn't know how he would deal with the two brothers of Anfeng Hou in Jiuzhen County and even the six states of the East China Sea.

After a while, the few people were silent, and then they saw that the filthy sea phoenix nest on the golden tree canopy was obviously bigger, but it was still not worth mentioning compared to the tree canopy. There was a gradually disappearing fighting inside, and wailing sounds were heard, which seemed quite quiet.

In fact, it is not just the direction of the tree crown, but also the iron guards of the Marquis' Mansion outside the Baiyun Palace and the entire Jiuzhen County City were all lost at this moment, as if they were a dead city. I don’t know if the soldiers and civilians in the city were shocked by one incident, especially the golden giant trees, or whether the Lord Langya used his secret technique to isolate the Baiyun Palace from the outside world.

Anyway, until now, the hundred tigers who should have been ordered to come and obey Geshu Dashi's orders and swear to guard the Baiyun Palace Hall to the death are still missing.

Zheng Xian, the Lord of Langya, had already calmed down and returned to his gentle and elegant demeanor, shook his head and smiled: "I originally wanted to follow the principles of nature and wait for the day of harvest, but I was almost destroyed by these two younger generations of Ding. I can't say that Zheng could only pull out seedlings to encourage growth!"

I saw him take off the white feather fan shaped like a phoenix tail at his waist, wave it towards the tree crown, and a faint white fluorescent light scattered.

The golden fog tiger appeared quietly on the branches, but its size was no longer comparable, and it looked like a hill.

It opened its mouth and held the golden phoenix nest covered by the black water and turned its head and penetrated into the depths of the tree canopy.

The next moment, the whole golden giant tree seemed to come alive, and its branches and leaves began to sway in the wind, and clusters of dense and desolate golden flower buds grew in a moment.

Immediately afterwards, these buds suddenly bloomed, and clusters of five-petal small flowers bloomed, but this kind of small is just compared to a golden giant tree, which is actually comparable to a cushion.

As the flowers on the trees bloom in an instant, a rich sweet fragrance spreads out, which makes people feel refreshed.

Qi Jingzhi only felt that the fragrance of this flower seemed familiar, and it was quite similar to the scene when the jujube tree was blooming.

Then, Zheng Xian, the Lord of Langya waved the white feather fan in his hand again and shouted in a low voice: "Where is the Golden Wing?"

As soon as he finished speaking, hundreds of bees emerged from the void, each of which was as big as the two golden birds before, with golden light all over the body, and the sound of flapping its wings sounded in an instant, like the roar of wind and thunder.

These golden bees, called "Golden Wings Envoy", flew back and forth among the trees, coming and going, obviously collecting honey and pollinating.

Qi Jingzhi is good at the mountains and fields, so he naturally becomes more familiar with this scene. However, whether it is trees, flowers or bees, they are unprecedentedly huge. The more you look at them, the more strange it is, and even a little scary it feels.

Especially those golden wings, only looking at the fierce wind and loud sounds that blew up when they vibrate their wings. If an ordinary person falls into the bee swarm, he will probably be cut into pieces.

The Golden Wings envoys were quite quick to do their work, but in a moment they hid into the void with the fragrant honey fragrance on their bodies. The golden flowers on the trees also left the branches and fell, but they suddenly disappeared before they could fall to the ground.

At the same time, dates as big as melons appeared on the branches, with huge fragrance and trees all over the tree.

The increasingly intoxicating jujube fragrance not only wrapped the four people under the tree, but also floated for ten miles, and was heard all over the city.

Zheng Xian, the king of Langya, suddenly spread his green robe, and then flew without wings, and entered the clouds.

"The soul is back! There is no east or west, no south or north!"

The ethereal and distant songs resounded across the golden trees and between heaven and earth.

"The soul has no east, and I cannot return! The blue sea is surging, the green abyss is deep. The long whales are rippling, and the dragons flow together. The teeth are like swords, hanging in the bones. The soul returns, and cannot pass through!"

"The soul is beyond the south, and it is feeding tigers and leopards! The flames are like burning, and the forest blocks the road. The white forehead entrenches, and the snake winds. The teeth are like swords, and killing people like numb. The soul returns, and you cannot get in!"

With the singing of Zheng Xian, the sing of Langya Jun, there seemed to be a surging sound of water flowing, and countless howlings and screams, resounding through the yin and yang, echoing the whole city.

"The soul is not west, and it is difficult to walk! The ladders are connected, and the bird paths are crossed. The quicksand has a thousand miles, and it spins into the thunder abyss. The horse's feet are stumbled, and the wheels are destroyed. The soul returns, and you cannot cross!"

"The soul is gone, and it is bitter! The cold mountains are covered with plainness, and the frozen clouds do not fly. The ice is thick and the snow falls for thousands of miles. The candle dragon breathes, and the wind breaks the clothes. The soul returns, and you cannot go!"

Qi Jingzhi had already lit up the candlestick of the Silver Sword Wind, and covered the smoky feather clothes on his head. Looking around, he saw that the statue of the Autumn God had disappeared without a trace. There was only a giant tree in the world, which was even larger than before.

The tree body is towering, covering the universe, like a golden city in the sky.

The bark of the tree is cracked, and the low-lying areas are like thousands of ditches, dividing the golden scales and high hills.

In the rift between the golden-scale high hills, there is a faint dim Yellow River flowing, and thousands of turbid currents winding and interlacing, rushing upwards and reaching the treetops.

In the dim and yellow water flow, more than a hundred dead souls emerged one after another, and then dozens of people rose up one after another, most of them were covered in armor and spiritual light.

Among them, the most prosperous one was a middle-aged man in red robe and red armor. He actually retained his clear mind and struggled to break free from the river. He clasped his fists and bowed to Langya Jun who was floating in the air. He immediately turned into a thread of inspiration and threw himself to the southwest.

Immediately afterwards, two sharp claws emerged out of thin air, one was pitch black and the other was gray, bursting one after another with two bangs, suddenly turning into hundreds or thousands of undead spirits, either falling into the turbid current of the rift valley, or falling on the golden scale high hill.

Langya Jun raised the white feather fan in his hand, pointed to the branch of the golden tree, and said solemnly: "I am Zheng Xian, the king of Langya of Daqi. Mu guarded the East China Sea and sowed the golden fields. Now I see you and others die innocently, and I feel very sympathetic to him. At this time, I will open the door of blessings and open the Dharma Realm of Dazhang to summon souls and save the death, and relieve sins and suffering."

Just a few short sentences are like the holy words of immortals, which attract more dead spirits to emerge from the turbid current of the yellow spring, and look at Zheng Xian in the sound, and gradually shines in his eyes.

"If anyone does not want to reincarnate, he can enter my Dharma Realm, live in gold dates, replenish the soul, and bring all the blessings of the dark and longevity! If Zheng was lucky enough to cultivate the blessed land and open up a cave, he would have a chance to create a fortune!"

As soon as this sentence came out, many dead souls woke up like dreams, and disappeared all their ignorance. For a moment, they were chaotic and noisy, and they were mixed with sorrow and joy. They either used the power of water or climbed up golden scales to rush towards the golden dates that were emitting strange fragrance and were as big as melons on the branches.

Above the magnificent golden tree, hundreds of undead spirits climbed and fought over, looking like ghosts in the underworld, but they also exuded an indescribable sacred and solemnity, which made people feel numb to their scalp.

There were two lines of tears falling from Wei Bao's face. At this time, he even knelt down on the ground with a thud. He first kowtowed to his relatives, and then turned to Langya Jun to his head.

Faced with this situation, Qi Jingzhi and Geshu Dashi naturally would not stop this Wei family's only seedling. They looked at each other and were both shocked and speechless.

Compared with the ghosts and gods of the underworld who were conferred by the kings in various parts of Daqi, this Langya Lord is more like a majestic and upright god who controls the underworld and grazes all ghosts.

But in a moment, except for the middle-aged man with red armor who left on his own, suspected to be Ji Duwei, the other undead who died innocently in this accident all found a golden date to stay and slept soundly in it, like a fetus.

Zheng Xian, the king of Langya, immediately several extremely huge golden dates flew out from the depths of the tree crown. The largest ones were three, one was tall and one was six, ranging from one or two feet to three or five feet long.

As he landed gracefully, these golden dates slowly flew over, hanging behind him like stars arching the moon.

At the same time, the golden giant tree suddenly shrank, and in the blink of an eye it turned into a golden date as big as a red gold bead, falling into Zheng Xian's palm.

He glanced indifferently in the field and saw that the three young people were all in a state of excitement and were overwhelmed with words. He couldn't help but smile, and then he turned his eyes to the candlestick of the silver-shaven wind, and a strange color flashed through his eyes.

However, the Langya Jun said nothing, just waved his feather fan and stirred up a breeze that seemed to be there and not only lifted Wei Bao, who was kneeling on the ground and looked lost, but also easily extinguished the blood flame of Yinshafeng Mother.

The blood light dissipated, the underworld disappeared, there were no cultivators fighting in the sky, and no magical objects competed for each other, and no spiritual energy was dispersed, and the flames were noisy, and there were no undead hedgehogs gathered, and the ghosts were showing off their evil spirits.

Therefore, the sky is clear and the air is clean, and the wind and smoke are clean, which makes people feel refreshed.

When Zheng Xian, the Lord of Langya, opened his mouth and a half-person-high golden tripod fell in front of everyone.

The golden air in the tripod is boiling like clouds and smoke, and two extremely conspicuous inscriptions are engraved on the body of the tripod.

The right said: "The golden stove and the god of the pot, the golden liquid of the elixir."

The left said: "Ascend to heaven and dwell in the land, and be reborn in the whole world!"

There is also a large string of small words below: "The blood of Emperor Yan, Wu Cheng's youngest son, was the minister Jiang Jing, obeyed the holy way, inherited the orders of heaven, and was called king in Fengxiang's wilderness, and his son Zhengxu, was the ruler of Zheng's surname, opened the Zheng Jing family lineage, cast a cauldron for records, and passed on to their descendants."

Qi Jingzhi had seen too many incredible strange things tonight. At this time, he was a little numb when he saw this golden tripod. Instead, the inscriptions on the tripod attracted his attention. He couldn't help but take two steps and recited it softly.

When he saw the golden tripod at the first glance, he thought it was Langya Jun’s innate artifact. After reading the inscription, he found that he was thinking it was a bad idea.

Seeing this, Zheng Xian, the Lord of Langya, smiled and said, "This is a thing inherited from Zheng's ancestors!"

"When the King of Wucheng, Zhu Jiang and Zhu Ji worked together to destroy the countries of Zi's surname. After the demise of the Zheng Kingdom, in order to suppress the people of Zheng, the ancestors, as the youngest son of the King of Wucheng, were ordered to establish the Zheng Kingdom of Jiang's surname on the ruins."

"Later, Emperor Mu of the Ji tribe betrayed his faith and seized Zheng as his lower capital. Jiang Zheng was then destroyed, and it is known in history as Xi Zheng. The Zheng Jing family in the country gradually became unknown, and today he claims to be Zheng."

Qi Jingzhi heard another ancient history of the rise and fall of Saint Jiang. Although it was just a few words, there was a bloody smoke that could not be hidden.

He couldn't help but think: "The ancestors of the Ding clan of Jiang and Zheng clan are both sons of the Saint King of Wucheng, and the two families are actually brothers. This Langya Jun has a close relationship with Ding Lingwei, and it turns out that there is this relationship."

The previous one mistakenly wrote the ancestor of Ding as the son of the Nine-Hero Saint King, and then I will change it when I ask the editor for permission...
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