Kellen, Diting, Ningxiang and the elder Huogen showed no signs of joy or dejection. They just felt a bit dejected, a kind of inexplicable dejection. For although the demon was eliminated, it was not his own doing. Not only did he not do it himself, but he encountered another demon, a ghostly, elusive and even more troublesome one.
But none of this is enough to cause a headache. What is truly a headache is the last words of the black scorpion, words that can never be fully said or fully guessed: "Beware of the King of Hell..." "King." What is that called? It can hardly be called a sentence! Especially for a man like the Fire root ancestor who is naturally fiery, if he doesn't finish a sentence, he must break the pot 璺 to the end!
Because the Fire Root Ancestor is not a man who can hold his breath, but a man who can't hold his breath at all. He intended to break this period and take his thirteen disciples back, but unexpectedly, in the King of Hell Palace, he encountered a shocking change. With his temper, how could he want to leave? Not to mention that as the leader of the five great guardians of the heavens, this unique identity makes it even more necessary to control these rampant demons.
The Fire Root Ancestor, standing at the entrance of the inner hall of the Washing Spirit Hall, had no choice but to worry at this moment. For many things happened so suddenly and so strangely that one could not make any sense of them. The Fire Root Ancestor is a very competitive fire nature, so the words like "knowing there is a tiger in the mountain but still going to the tiger mountain" are said by people like him.
It's not just the Fire Root Ancestor who is at a loss. Kellen, Diting and Ningxiang are also at a loss. Because each of them was present at the conversation between the black scorpion and the white snake and heard it clearly and distinctly. Of course, it was Diting and Ningxiang that made it even clearer.
When Ningxiang "borrowed" Diting from the Great King of the Underworld, the ancient world of the netherworld was not what it is now. At that time, the Kings of the Underworld were still Ningxiang's "good friend". He even treated this tough "little witch" well. But when Ningxiang wanted to "return" Diting, tragedy struck...
Tragedies often come all of a sudden, so fast that they catch many people off guard. For instance, the black scorpion and the white snake, who have been in love for many years, suddenly die. Before they die, they might be thinking that they should die under Kellen's fast sword, so that there would be no pain and no scruples. Even if they were to die, their bodies would still be connected.
Who would have thought that the black scorpion and the white snake would die not only painfully but also brutally. Not by Kellen's swift sword, but by his own kind. Lianli's body, which had been cultivated for thousands of years or even tens of thousands of years, was eventually split in two and did not die as he wished. This is undoubtedly a sudden and great tragedy for anyone!
The tragedy of Ningxiang is probably not much worse. If she had not returned to Diting as scheduled and had been notified by the Great King of the Underworld, Ningxiang would have violated the heavenly law and would surely have been punished by the heavenly realm. The same goes for Diting, for leaving the palace of the Great Underworld without permission is a great violation of the laws of heaven for the Great King of the Underworld and for the divine regulations of heaven. Once announced, the consequences can be imagined.
Ningxiang couldn't help sighing, flicking her lips, thinking: What can I do?
With such a heart, the pale little hand did not rest, tightly grasping Kellen's hand, a pair of bright big eyes, clear and bright, never left Kellen's handsome face. Kellen didn't notice Ningxiang's gaze at all, and Ningxiang suddenly became childish again, pouting her lips and saying, "Brother Wind, what are you looking at?"
"Come!" Kellen looked intently, but as soon as she raised her hand, she had already held Ningxiang in her arms and said, "Look carefully at the Eight Trigrams Condensed Fire Array!"
These people, standing at the entrance of the hall, saw, of course, the "Eight Trigrams Condensed Fire Array" that the thirteen Heroes of the Spirit Fire cast spells. The white and dazzling Eight Trigrams divine seal reflects the sky and the light. The black and white flames, whirring and pulsating, make a sound. None of these were the most astonishing, not enough to make the Fire Root Ancestor, Diting, Kellen stop and look.
At this moment, what could make them stop and focus their attention was that within this Taiji Yin-Yang Bagua divine fire, there was a large pile of milky white skull shadows struggling and swaying. This pile of monsters, whose origin is unknown, clearly has not experienced the power of the "Eight Trigrams Condensed Fire Array". At this moment, being tightly wrapped in the fire array, it must be unbearable!
Dross? Yes, that's it!
The fire is so intense that if you don't listen carefully, you won't hear the faint, crisp sounds of "beep, pop, pop". If you don't look closely, you won't see the "beep, pop, pop" of bones falling. No one could tell what kind of monster these skeletons looked like. But they had already guessed what they would look like in the future. It's nothing more than being reduced to ashes by the divine fire, with no bones left.
Ningxiang didn't look. Instead, she hugged Kellen's neck tightly and buried her little face deep behind Kellen's ear. Usually, when encountering such a monster, Ningxiang might look. But whenever she saw them dying one by one, she never dared to look at them again. Death is always painful. Sometimes it can be as painful as it is now!
But the Fire Root Ancestor is completely different. He would watch the monsters turn to ashes without the slightest pity in his heart. For he knew that there was a way of death in the three realms that was least worthy of pity, and that was self-stupidity! These creatures are nothing but the experiers of self-folly, defying the way of heaven and despised by mankind. Even if they were to die, it would only be a great pleasure for the Heavenly Way to remove the demons. Who would pity them?
I'm afraid that the messengers behind these demons will watch as these demonic clowns turn to ashes in an instant. Not even blinking an eyelid, let alone a tear of compassion?
So, this group of demonic clowns is self-stupidity. Having taken the blame for others, being a scapegoat, yet still not realizing it until death, even the bones have developed demonic nature, how can it not be reduced to ashes? In the eyes of the Fire Root ancestor, death is better, it is clean!
The wounded hurt themselves, and the wounded hurt themselves. The sad are sad, and the foolish are foolish. Such demons and clowns die without realizing that they die of their own foolishness.
The Fire Root Ancestor had no time to look. He was more anxious than anyone else because there was a great thing waiting for him to do. However, he had no clue about this matter. Sometimes it doesn't matter to someone like the Fire Root Ancestor whether he has sorted things out or not. What matters is that once he has made up his mind to do something, even if the future is perilous, he still has to do it.
So a "Heavenly Stem Divine Fire Palm" with overwhelming Eight Trigrams divine seals was released and flew out, landing straight into the Yin-Yang Lihuo in the center of the "Eight Trigrams Condensed Fire Array". Immediately, the Yin-Yang fire within the "Eight Trigrams Fire Array" was activated by the divine technique of the Fire Root Ancestor, and the fire suddenly became intense. In an instant, it turned the white bones into ashes and dissipated.
The thirteen heroes of the Spirit Fire, seeing that all the demons had been removed, were about to wrap up the array and report to their master the ins and outs of this matter. Suddenly, the figure of the Fire Root Ancestor was already at the center of the "Eight Trigrams Condensed Fire Array".
The Fire Root Ancestor stood alone in the Fire Separation array, silent for a long time. When he was silent, he looked up. As if something ominous would happen in the netherworld. But in the netherworld, nothing can be seen, only the lingering air of the netherworld can be seen. These layers of seemingly thin air of the netherworld are gradually becoming even thinner.
The energy of the netherworld is a wall between the living and the dead, an invisible wall, a wall that separates life and death, human and ghost. Entering the energy of the netherworld, one can become a ghost. Out of the netherworld, can a ghost become a human? A ghost is a ghost, and once out of the Nine netherworlds, it is still a ghost. However, a ghost that has emerged from the aura of the netherworld is no longer a ghost under the jurisdiction of the netherworld, but becomes a wandering spirit that afflicts living beings in the human world.
If, by chance, one or two evil spirits have escaped from the gates of the netherworld, it is not a matter of concern. For one or two ghosts are not a big deal. If you encounter any of the thirteen Spirits, you can easily get rid of them.
But the energy of the netherworld is fading away, that is to say, the invisible wall that separates Yin and Yang is thinning. The fading of the energy represents the instability of the foundation of the netherworld. What will happen to this world if the energy of the netherworld suddenly disappears and the souls of the netherworld have no restraints at all?
Will it cause a battle of gods and ghosts that shakes the three realms? The eyes of the Fire Root Ancestor suddenly became hazy and deep, because these things could no longer be thought about. A lot of things are like this: the more you fear it will happen, the more it will happen. The more you worry about it coming, the more it will come.
A chill instantly froze through the heart of the Fire Root Ancestor. Under a pair of wind-fire eyebrows, in the bewilderment of their fiery eyes, they began to lose their composure and become somewhat frightened.
The vastness of the ancient netherworld is no less than that of the two realms of the gods. Otherwise, it would not be among the three realms. However, the Fire Root Ancestor alone, or with the help of Kellen, Diting, and the Thirteen Heroes of the Spirit Fire, is still weak. How could it be enough to wipe out the demons and monsters in the vast realm of the ancient Netherworld?
At most, I'm just a weak team. By the time I find all these scattered demons and clowns, I'm afraid the energy of the netherworld will have dissipated and the battle between gods and ghosts will have begun.
"I need a helper!" " The Fire Root Ancestor thought to himself.
The fading of the energy of the netherworld means that the energy of the nine Kings of Hell is coming to an end. It seems that the nine Kings of Hell may have perished, or may be in peril, or may be about to perish.
But the most powerful force in the ancient netherworld is not the Nine Kings who govern the eighteen levels of hell. But the great King of the Underworld, the master of Diting. Only the Great King of the Underworld can govern the fortune of the ancient netherworld! But from all these signs, it seems that the Great King of the Underworld has run into trouble.
Through the eighteen levels of hell, straight to the depths of the netherworld, this is a road that is neither long nor short. If everything goes smoothly, you'll be able to reach it soon. But how could the journey be smooth?
In some mysterious way, who has reached out the black hand?
Damn it!
After a long silence, the Fire Root Ancestor finally decided to take something out of his sleeve. It was all jade white, shiny and dazzling, shaped like a sword, but not as long as a sword, as wide and narrow as a common sword, without a handle and flat. It is about five or six inches long and three inches wide. It has five edges, five corners, and looks like a broken sword at the waist. In fact, it was a jade token from the celestial realm.
This jade token is called: Divine Decree. It is a symbol of the supreme power and status of the five guardian deities of the celestial realm, owned only by them. Usually, the Fire Root Ancestor always carried it close to his body, never leaving it, and never used it.
This time, however, it is feared that time is pressing and the situation is critical, so it must not be used. Therefore, the Fire Root Ancestor has made a decision to use this jade token (Divine Order) to call upon a hundred thousand celestial soldiers and generals to come together to subdue demons and monsters, to destroy this once-in-a-decade Nine Hells catastrophe.
This battle between gods and ghosts, in the eyes of the Fire Root Ancestor, is likely to change the era name!
On the tip of the Fire Root Ancestor's fingertips, the golden characters were deeply imprinted on the Divine Sovereign order. These symbols, of course, are astronomy. The appearance and shape of each symbol are very similar to the astronomy on the inner wall of the Mugu Immortal's alchemy furnace. These characters, ancient and distant, symbolize the most primitive aspect of all things in the world.
This most primitive aspect is as clear as water, as stable as a mountain, as vast as the sea, and as blue as the sky. The earth is thick enough to hold all things. The sky is vast enough to hold all the stars. It is the way of heaven and the virtue of earth that have brought about this wonderful and primitive astronomy. So each of these words is mysterious, each is profound, each is pure and true. Just like Ningxiang's heart, pure, innocent and wonderful...
The Fire Root Ancestor had already written the astronomical spirit book, and with the divine power of the "Eight Trigrams Condensed Fire Array" he released this divine sovereign order. Looking at this divine decree, it is like a white dove released in the yin-Yang Mystic fire. Shining with a pale, dazzling divine light shield, it soared into the sky, higher and higher, faster and faster, gradually transformed into a white electric light, in a flash, vanished above the Nine Netherworlds sky.