Chapter 3004: Jiuyoutai (2)

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The mountains are crowded with death, and Jiuyoutai is as tall as a giant Yue, with great momentum. In the dark mountains surrounded by strange stones, there are many such huge peaks, and some white bones pile up thousands of meters high, and the grieving souls scream, but when it comes to momentum and coercion, they are not able to follow the nine-meter-high nine-meter high. Compared to Youtai.
Jiuyoutai stood upright there, as if it had a soul, and could clearly feel its pulse and feel its might. The mountain body appears dark red, as if the blood of hundreds of millions of dead spirits has condensed, filled with an indescribable cowardice and depression. Its existence has made the mountains here evil and mysterious.
"This is the reason why Lao Tzu is unwilling to enter the netherworld. There are too many weird things." Jiuying poked his head out of Qin Ming's arms and looked at the Jiuyoutai surrounded by mountains, his expression gradually dignified. Jiuyoutai is like a sacred object in the vast and dreary, which makes the mountains silent and worships the undead. The fascinating red light that blooms can make the soul have the illusion of death.
"Jiuyoutai, nine days up, Jiuyou down town, through the two realms of life and death. It is the holy holy weapon, the home of all souls." Qin Ming frowned, Jiyouyou is a transit between the gate of the ghost and the river of the ghost. Station, responsible for attracting those resentful souls who are extremely grievous, go straight from the gate of life and death to the nether bitter river, and suppress the evil ghosts in the Nine Secluded Lands, in order to prevent them from landing on the bridge of life and death and breaking into the living world .
Although Jiuyoutai is a transit station, it is extremely critical. Without it for extradition, those souls bearing grievances and killings would diffuse into the Nether, producing unpredictable changes. Without its suppression, the ghosts of the Nine Netherlands could easily break the restrictions and trespass all over the Nether. .
Without the repression of Jiuyoutai, the Nether Hell will produce disorder.
Qin Ming's face was gradually dignified, and only five of the gates of the Nether are still being maintained. What about Jiuyou Terrace? There are still a few repressive ghosts!
"I find that you seem to know the Nether?" Jiuying didn't think about it. He retracted into Qin Ming's body and continued to refine the yin fat and Huang Jing.
"I know more than that."
Qin Ming whispered into the dark and deep mountains. Obviously, it has been forcibly occupied. A large number of strong people are scattered among the mountains, meditating and cultivating, and absorbing the dying spirit of the nether. Tianwu to high-level Tianwu, and even to the peak of Tianwu.
Dailuo Tea, the contemporary master of Wuhun Hall, occupying Jiuyoutai, is one of the most deterrent powers in Nether Hell. No one knows the particularity of Jiuyoutai, and no one does not desire to control Jiuyoutai. The Wu Hun Temple has a distinguished status and rich heritage. It is one of the 36 emperors in Zhongzhou and has been passed down for tens of thousands of years.
Moreover, they are the strongest soul-cultivating forces outside the Heavenly Destiny Realm, and they control the strange and secret method that even Heavenly Realm has not possessed-taking the flesh and blood as a container to control the undead!
Because of this, no one dares to easily provoke the Wuhun Temple in this lonely place, and no one dares to covet the Jiuyoutai they occupy.
"Lord of the temple!" A fierce strong man rolled up the raging black mist and descended to the top of Jiuyoutai, kneeling on one knee to the meditation Dai Luocha who was sitting on the plate.
Dairo Tea is indifferent, full of air waves, vast black sky, floating in it a giant ape-like ghost, sometimes twisted, shaking the space, sometimes solid, emitting a thunderous roar, roaring the sky, shivering Jiuyou station. This is the battle soul he just fused, a superb wicked beast in hell.
"A piece of news suddenly spread around the Nether, saying that Qin Mingjiu has fled into the Nether asylum." The strong man lowered his head and reported in a deep voice.
Dai Luocha's brows were slightly wrinkled, and the boiling spirit was quickly retracted into his thin body. His eyes opened and the light flickered, and it took a while to restore peace. "Reliable?"
Although he has been sitting in Jiuyoutai, he is always aware of the situation outside. It includes the life and death flower incident in the reincarnation trial field, the opening of the tomb of the emperor outside, and the incident in the western wasteland that occurred a few days ago.
"Verifying!" The nether environment is complicated, and the crowd does not accumulate like the outside. When there is news, it quickly stirs and spreads out. The news here usually spreads slowly and does not cause a particularly big sensation.
"The news was a few days ago?" Dai Luocha immediately became greedy, elixir! Dadiziding! These are all peerless treasures! He is not afraid to offend Xing's family. If Xing's family is not convinced, they may kill Netherland after they chase Zhongzhou, and he can let them taste the strength of Wuhundian.
"It should be just the beginning. I deliberately turned to several other places. I haven't heard such news for the time being."
"Where is Destiny Fairy?"
"The strong men of each fairy realm have just evacuated the Nether recently, and all the energy released by Destiny Fairy Realm broke into the Nether River." Previously, due to the flowers of life and death, each fairy realm dispatched a large number of strong men to the Nether to restrain the energy of the Heavenly Realm. Until later, it was rumored that the flowers of life and death had entered the Heavenly Destiny Fairy, and the strong ones in the Fairy Realm successively withdrew. But then there were sudden changes in Nether Hell. Millions of corpses rioted, killed 100,000 miles in blood, and implicated the capital. Two Huangwus died tragically. All the powerful men in the Destiny Fairy could dispatch and broke into the river.
Moreover, the distance from Pudu is fifty thousand miles, and it will take ten days and a half to wait for the news to reach there.
"Check it out! Quickly!" Qin Ming even broke into the nether refuge? idiot! This is not a good place to take refuge. Don't even think about going out alive when you come in! Illusion ... He's going to order it!
"Qin Mingjin's entry into the Nether may be to swallow Xiandan, as soon as possible!" The strong man bowed back.
"Mule Deer!" Dai Luocha stood up, calling his mount. In the past few years when he came to Jiuyoutai personally, he hadn't really moved his muscles, so let Qin Ming test his current strength. As for the nine infants, they were handed over to Zhuolu. In this dreary place, Nine Infant, even if it is a monster of the demon tribe, can't get rid of his roe.
"Mule Deer?" Dai Luocha's voice was deep, and he called again, but there was no response.
On the Black Mountain next to Jiuyoutai, Qin Mingzheng carefully looked at the white deer in front of him. His body was as white as jade, but it was burning with icy fire. The sharp corners on his head were very wide and surrounded by nine blood moons Blood cells, mysterious and evil.
Roe deer is a very unique ghost in the ghost ghost family. It is scarce but very powerful. It can control the three types of ghost Xeon powers such as fire, death, and blood. It is lonely by nature and haunts between Blood River and Hades. Harmful, but the ghost family feeds, whether it is a soul, or a green corpse, whether it is a bone, or a ghost animal, can be included in the recipe.
Dai Luo Tea can capture Jiuyoutai, the biggest hero is it!
Roe deer's eyes were dark and empty, and he looked at the man who suddenly appeared in front of him. It has never had such a strange feeling. At the moment of meeting, it even felt a sense of surrender. The sudden feeling made it very resistant, but it had to be vigilant.
"I don't have such a ghost in my yet." Qin Mingxuan was surprised. His whole body was white, his feet were dead, he was wearing a mourning fire, and his blood was hanging on his horns, as if he had formed a wonderful communion with the nether.
"Who are you?" Zhuolu spit out a word, this man was standing in front of it, but it seemed hazy.
"My identity is complicated. Your master is calling you."
"Master? He doesn't deserve it!" Zhuolu's tone was cold and he used each other.