Chapter 92 (1/2)
The travel speed of Yin gods, especially those with successful cultivation, is even faster than that of horses.
The wind at Wu Ming's feet, almost in an instant, went away for several feet, and disappeared after a few flashes.
Before the dog head, the ghost, as if all are hallucinations, fog surging, this small hill is back to silence.
Moo! Moo!
I don't know how long later, the low and penetrating roar of the ox came from far and near, extremely swift.
Boom!
The black fog billowed and surged, like waves, with a vortex in the middle.
The gray black whirlpool was deep and bottomless. The light of two lanterns suddenly appeared. In a moment, a huge bull's head came out with a black iron ring on its nose.
The bull sniffed twice, but he showed a very anthropomorphic expression of anger: ”where is the evil way? How dare you ignore master Heishan's ban and wantonly go beyond your grievances? ”
Bang! Bang!
With these words, the ghost finally pulled his body out of the black whirlpool. Two huge hooves of oxen stepped on the ground, but in the middle was a pair of human trunks covered with black fluffy. Holding a huge iron hairpin, he was fierce and powerful, which was five points similar to the legendary Tauren ghost. Although the former wild dog man was huge in size, he was more fierce than it, But it's a little witch again.
”Hoo Hoo
Two thick white gas, from its nostrils, transpiration roaring, hit the ground, set off a strong wind.
”Who is the Taoist? I will not let you go
This evil spirit roars, the sound shocks everywhere, causes the surrounding ghosts to curl up in succession, sniffs again, turns into a black whirlwind, and flies away.
……
”This underworld is rather ominous!”
Wu Ming did not know that there was a ghost in the rear to deal with him.
After traveling thousands of miles a day, he stopped and watched the scenery from left to right.
The dark earth is vast and boundless. He wanders far away, but there is no difference between the scenery around him and when he first came here. Instead, there are many kinds of ghosts.
The ghost of decapitation, the ghost of hanging tongue, the ghost of drowning, the ghost of starvation, the ghost of snake, and so on, can hardly be ignored.
Of course, what surprised Wu Ming even more was the environment here.
The whole underworld is like a barren desert. There is no peaceful place for ghosts to rest.
Even if water is evil water, it's more thirsty to drink. If stone is sharp stone, it's painful to touch. Even the ground emits a kind of ”evil spirit” to torture ghosts all the time!
”Did I guess wrong at first? This is not the underworld, but some hell? ”
Wu Ming looked at it with extreme eyes, and saw some faint light in the darkness. When he looked closer, there were some low shrubs or dilapidated houses.
These places can tranquilize the ghosts a little, and have long been occupied by powerful fierce ghosts. When Wu Ming comes, he looks at them with vigilant eyes and roars with the smell of threat from time to time.
”There are some small sacrifices here, which can achieve a little good land, but it is also the evidence of the underworld!”
Wu Ming didn't rob the poor ghosts' houses, but he scratched his head and looked puzzled.
The underworld is so vast that a temple on earth with a radius of several feet can form a palace or even a shrine in the underworld, which is a big house, a fragrant fire and a good place.
It is obvious that these good places, which are not evil, are formed sporadically by a few bouquets of incense planted in the sun.
With this characteristic, it must be the underworld.
”It's really strange... It's like the underworld of hell. Are all the people living in the sun criminals who have to suffer as soon as they die?”
”It's just these ghosts, fierce ghosts and fierce ghosts... They are all muddled and can't find out anything. Let's talk to some ghosts and gods and have a look...”
Wu Ming pondered, no longer looking at the fierce ghost who occupied the good land, turned and left.
”Hiss...”
Occupying this area is the ghost of a giant python. The snake's head looks like a beautiful woman with a forked tongue and a hissing sound. Seeing Wu Ming leave, greed and desire appear in his eyes.
But Wu Ming's full of light and terrible pressure made him flinch.
The law of the underworld is prominent, and the most intuitive manifestation of strength is that qi movement, supernatural power, and spiritual cultivation are all transformed into spiritual pressure.
However, Wu Ming's moral conduct and good fortune are comparable to those of some ghosts and gods. Naturally, no one dares to offend him.
It's just a mage.
If a real person comes down, that is where he has been. It turns into a peaceful and blessed place, only in a moment.
”Well... Go to find a good God and talk a little.”
Wu Ming opens his eyes.
His supernatural power is more sharp when it is used as a Yin God, and the ghosts and gods of the dark earth have no intention to cover up their own spiritual light, so they really have a panoramic view.
At this time, I looked up from a high place, and I could see that there was a vast and dark sky, and countless gray and black air was sinking into it. I could not escape for a hundred years or a thousand years. Compared with the so-called human purgatory, it was more miserable for countless times.
Around here, however, there are some magical lights, colorful and full of dignity, which are suppressing all sides, like beasts dividing territory.
It's just that a few of them are all mixed with black Qi. They are ferocious and domineering. They have the shape of a beast. They are either monsters or ghosts. Wu Ming's eyebrows jump.
Only in the southeast corner, there is a little white Qi standing up, turning into a dark light. Although it is weak, it has a indomitable flavor, guarding a corner.