Since the decision has been made, Yan Chixia plans to start formally.

But even if he wants to enter the underworld, it is not easy, so the next three days will be the time for the other party to prepare.

Du Bai kept observing carefully and found that although the things prepared by Yan Chixia were quite complicated, they were not complicated. Most of them were things commonly used by Taoist priests to cast spells.

For example, the talismans used for casting spells need to be drawn by themselves and there is no error.

Especially when it comes to matters involving the underworld, if there are any mistakes, he will tear up and rewrite without hesitation, and the energy and mana are also a lot of effort and mana to do so.

Du Bai observed it secretly and wanted to take this opportunity to learn something, but unexpectedly found that the effects of these talismans were familiar.

"The effect of these runes may not be very good. If it were me, it could be replaced by some symbols in the ghost text, and the effect should be better."

In this dream, he slowly flew out of Yan Chixia's body, and a slightly illusory figure landed steadily opposite the low table. Yan Chixia, who was still drawing it, turned a deaf ear to it, as if he did not exist at all.

Du Bai gently hooked his fingers and saw the talisman he had just drawn flying up and landing in his hand.

I saw that the ink marks on it seemed that they had not completely dried up. The font of the dragon and phoenix dance on it was very eye-catching, very similar to the travel notes I had seen before. Although it was a talisman, it seemed like a heroic swordsman carved it with his own love sword, full of amazing sharp sword intent!

Even in this dream, people still feel a sense of awe.

This is admiration for a true chivalrous man!

But what really attracted his attention was the content of the rune on it.

Although Du Bai did not learn Taoist arts properly, he could understand it roughly based on his understanding of runes.

And I have inexplicably a sense of confidence that I can improve these runes!

"Yan Chixia is just a mortal after all, and what she has learned is the knowledge of mortals. Some ghost texts or immortal texts have already transcended the scope of her cognition..."

This is also natural. He nodded secretly, waiting for the drawing to be completed, while carefully thinking about what can be improved.

In addition, there are many tributes.

From chicken, duck, beef, to the seasonal fruits and vegetables, there are all kinds of products, very detailed.

Yan Chixia also spent a lot of effort to prepare these things. However, in Du Bai's observation, this should not be a necessity.

To be precise, it is more like a certain ritual that is necessary.

For example, at the last moment of preparation, Yan Chixia and Nie Xiaoqian were preparing the altar of the preparation. Nie Xiaoqian looked at the table of tributes in front of her and couldn't help but be curious: "Sir Yan, are there too many of these tributes?"

"Oh, no more, no more!"

Yan Chixia had just put a plate of golden and crispy roasted suckling pigs on the surface heavily in the center of the table, wiped the sweat with her sleeve, shook her head and said, "I think there are too few here! If it weren't for the fact that Lanruo Temple was too remote and the road was unchanged, I would have wanted to send all the poultry and livestock on the market!"

Immediately, he said mysteriously again, as if teaching her: "My master teaches us that if we need to deal with immortals and gods, we must first give us enough face! Let them feel that they are highly valued and respected, so that they can ask them to do things!"

"But... now the immortal god seems..." Nie Xiaoqian wanted to say something but stopped, wondering if this statement was appropriate.

Yan Chixia probably guessed what she wanted to say, and she paused her hand and immediately said, "We must not think so! This ancestor has always made a truth. What if the ghosts and gods really appear? What's more, these things have some other uses..."

"Any other use?" Nie Xiaoqian frowned, as if she was confused.

"Don't worry, you will know later. How could I, Yan Chixia, do useless work?"

Yan Chixia patted her chest and then continued to place things.

After the sky was almost dark, Yan Chixia was not in a hurry and continued to draw the talisman. This time, he used his own specially made bright red cinnabar to draw on the talisman paper, which was very smooth and had a unique and evil beauty.

At this time, Nie Xiaoqian had been temporarily away from the altar as he told him. She looked around with some concern and anxiety, but saw that as the night became deeper and deeper, it was like a layer of black veil covering the sky, and the moon was a little hazy and no longer clear.

There were also bamboo banners filled with some formations around the altar, and at the top were the talismans they had drawn before. A gust of cold wind blew at some point, causing the bamboo pole to sway slightly, and also causing the talismans above to float and make a "silk" sound.

It also seemed that the palms of pairs of yellow corpses were waving strangely, waiting for the prey to approach.

As time passed, Yan Chixia finally made complete preparations.

He put down his pen and picked up his sword, looked up at the sky, then lowered his head in contemplation and calculated, and said, "Middle time has arrived, it's almost time to start!"

Then he stood up and reached out and made a move out of nowhere. The next moment he saw that all the bamboo banners standing on all directions were settled down. Even the talismans on them no longer floated, as if they were nailed firmly by nails and did not dare to move.

He nodded with satisfaction, then turned around and swung his sword to slash over the several unlit candles standing in front of him, and then he saw the candles lit up in one go, and the faint and jumping fire temporarily illuminated the area where the altar was.

Yan Chixia then officially started the practice of opening the altar. She closed her eyes and concentrated her mind, recited some secret spells in her mouth, and stepped on some special steps. At some point, a wave of cold wind began to rise around her, and it became louder and louder, as if she wanted to uproot the altar, but it was not shaken at all because Yan Chixia was in charge.

Du Bai, who was watching from the side, wrote down these details one by one to ensure that he could replicate them perfectly by then.

Next, Yan Chixia suddenly opened her eyes suddenly, and a light seemed to flash in her eyes, and then she shouted: "Scream!"

And he bit his tongue hard, spit out a mouthful of blood from his heart, sprayed it on his sword body, mixed with the candlelight, and a "sizzling" sound gradually rose, and a white mist quickly spread to all directions of the altar with the whistling cold wind around him.

It even seemed endless, covering a large area of ​​land in front of me!

The original flowers, plants and trees gradually disappeared in the white fog. The fog became thicker and thicker, but it seemed like a long and thin black shadows that appeared faintly in the thin white fog, staggering like a walking corpse. Sometimes from the depths of the fog, it seemed like a baby crying or a woman crying desperately. The sound was so sharp that the listener couldn't help but feel cold on his back and trembling all over.

Even Nie Xiaoqian, who was already a ghost, couldn't help feeling a little uncomfortable. She carefully used her magic power to protect the big trees around her and behind her, guarding against the possible dangers.

But at this moment, she suddenly heard a leisurely voice from Yan Chixia on the altar: "Don't worry, these are just lonely ghosts who have not finished their lifespan after death, and have no guidance from the evildoer to enter the gate of ghosts. Before their lifespan has ended, most of them can only float around without sanity, harmless to people and animals."

"Yes!" Nie Xiaoqian felt a little relieved, but when she saw the pitiful appearance of those lonely ghosts, she couldn't help but feel a little worried.

I was worried that what would happen if Ning Lang turned into this.

And the appearance of these things means that the real gate of hell is about to open. At that time, she can use this gate of hell to sneak into the underworld to find people.

She couldn't wait to ask, "Sir Yan, is the gate of hell going to open?"

But I got a negative answer.

"It has not been officially opened yet. There is still an important step missing." Yan Chixia shook her head and said, looking at the depths of the white fog ahead with a serious expression. "According to the normal procedures, I should report to the underworld officials. I would use many benefits to ask them to ease them and open the gates of hell."

"But now that the ghost is no longer there. To open the gate of hell, I can only take advantage of it and find another way."

After a pause, he held some of the talisman papers he had specially drawn in his hand, and suddenly threw them into the air, which instantly started to ignite. In an instant, it turned into a group of fist-sized fireballs flying towards all directions.

Some flew into the air and disappeared, some fled into the ground and completely integrated, while others flew into the white mist and were completely swallowed up without leaving any trace.

Yan Chixia nodded slightly and gasped twice, probably because the move just now was quite difficult.

"The only way to let the ghost in the Ghost Gate help me push the Ghost Gate open from the inside!" he said in a deep voice.

As the fireballs flew away, he could already feel a little response.

This is good news, which shows that he is not wrong.

Nie Xiaoqian couldn't help but feel a little surprised, thinking that this method was so incredible, but now that things have come to this, she can only choose to believe that Yan Chixia was not wrong.

This method was also shocking when Du Bai's ears fell on the side. Although he thought about it carefully, he still couldn't help but sigh.

"It's also thanks to the absence of ghosts and gods now. Otherwise, if the ghosts and gods were forced to open the gate of ghosts from the inside, I'm afraid that even if Yan Chixia had ten lives, she would not die enough. Maybe she would have to go to the 18th level of hell to show punishment!"

And more importantly...

Du Bai looked at Yan Chixia's skillful movements and confident look. All the details show that this is definitely not the first time, and he can even be regarded as a veteran...

He couldn't help but feel a little amused: "So it's really an old fry..."

But I was also a little happy and felt that this trip was worth it.

"It is possible to allow Yan Chixia to use it multiple times without any problems, which means that this method is indeed effective for a long time. If the method is correct, it should be able to proceed smoothly!"

Just as he was thinking, Yan Chixia's movements had already continued to the next step.

I could only hear the heavy "click" sound of the stone door that was pushed from somewhere. The white mist suddenly rolled violently like a wave, and it was getting closer and closer, as if it was close to me, and as if it was in line with my heartbeat!

"Bang!"

"Bang!"

At some point, it almost made people feel a sense of near-death experience that was stagnant and almost suffocating!

Du Bai quickly reacted, stared at the depths of the surging mist, and murmured to himself: "This is the gate of hell?!"

The gate of hell is a symbol of death for mortals. A living person can see the gate of hell and almost half his leg has stepped into the coffin.

No wonder it makes ordinary people feel this indescribable sense of fear and oppression!

As the sound of the stone gate got closer and closer, and even when it was hit hard like a war drum, a huge dark shadow in all directions finally appeared in the white mist.

It was about ten feet high, and from the perspective of his mortals, he was almost as shocked as a hill. He also seemed to be a ferocious beast gradually awakening from the wilderness. He raised his huge head and exposed his hideous head, devouring all the creatures around him to fill its emptiness!

Until the white mist was squeezed away, the true appearance of this gate of hell finally appeared in front of him.

I saw that it was a gate similar to bronze material, with various magical and mysterious patterns on it, including the flowers of the other side and the yellow spring, or the ghosts and beasts with ferocious roaring faces, exuding a sense of heaviness and mystery that hits you.

Even in this dream, Du Bai seemed to be able to smell the decayed aura produced by the long-lasting time in the air.

The door handle of the bronze door was two equally huge ghost heads, with just their eyes as big as a basin, with green face and fangs, which were extremely terrifying.

If it were normal, these two huge ghost heads alone would be enough to scare away ordinary ghosts. Even if there were brave people trying to get close, their sharp teeth would be enough to tear all the villains apart!

But at present, they were strangely seeing the two ghost heads as if they were dead, with their eyes tightly closed and their heads drooping. Even under the huge movements and movements of the gate of ghosts, they did not fulfill their due responsibilities, without any movement or sound.

Du Bai was stunned and understood.

If these two ghost leaders had not died, Yan Chixia would not have dared to urge the little ghosts to do their jobs so boldly.

As the door approached, you could vaguely hear a loud scream or laughter from the crack in the door.
Chapter completed!