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Hu Xiuwu asked, "After I have my uncle-master listed as a ghost god in the underworld, he will have a life span of 500 years. However, the body of a ghost god still does not have the infinite mysteries contained in a flesh body."
Hu Xiuwu felt deeply about this, even though he had already sat on the throne of Yin Jun, let go of his followers and gave it his all, even the Heavenly Master was no longer his opponent, but the twenty-four gods of the "Huangting Sutra" were still constantly tapping into his physical potential.
Liu Dongtian was very content and open-minded: "It's okay. I'm lucky to be able to participate in this new era."
Hu Xiuwu said: "Actually, I have a way to make up for the regret, but I don't know if Master Uncle can accept it."
Liu Dongtian listened carefully.
Hu Xiuwu introduced: "There is a mountain to the north of Fengdu City, named Luosha. The mountain can breed Luosha ghosts, which are considered the original race of Luofengtian."
"Even I cannot go against the order of yin and yang. I cannot let my uncle return to the yang. But I can let my uncle reincarnate as a Rakshasa ghost."
The Rakshasa ghost clan was originally the native soldier supply clan chosen by Hu Xiuwu for Luofengtian. They would select souls who had committed serious crimes but had a sincere desire to repent from among the undead, and have them reincarnate as Rakshasa ghosts to atone their sins and eliminate their karma.
To put it bluntly, it is actually a ghost version of the Suicide Squad. They are the vanguard, risking death, and are specifically responsible for various high-risk tasks.
Hu Xiuwu needs a Rakshasa Ghost King to command these evil Rakshasa ghosts, and even provide psychological counseling to those Rakshasa ghosts under his command who are very likely to have self-destructive tendencies.
Therefore, the Ghost King must not only have extremely high combat power, but also have insight into human nature and be experienced.
A martial artist can be a father, charging ahead. A literary artist can be a mother, guiding and guiding.
This candidate is not easy to find. Hu Xiuwu's Dharma body, Emperor Fengdu, has searched the underworld for some time but still hasn't found a suitable candidate.
If Zhang Chulan had not brought Liu Dongtian here, Hu Xiuwu would have to wait until Liu Dongtian died and then enter the Red Lotus to discover this great god.
Hu Xiuwu blew a breath, and the debris on the stone table swirled together to form a figurine of the Rakshasa ghost clan, vividly showing the appearance of the Rakshasa ghost red-armored four-armed god of war. The details were lifelike, very much like an expensive figurine that could be easily harmed by naughty children.
Liu Dongtian looked down at the ferocious Rakshasa ghosts, and after a while he suddenly laughed out loud: "Just now, Xingyang told the younger generation not to be obsessed with appearance. Now I have the opportunity to set an example by practicing it myself. The secret is really clever."
"Your Majesty, I can't wait."
Hu Xiuwu stood up and bowed: "Then Xiuwu respectfully sends Master Uncle off. Please enter the list."
The scroll of ghosts and gods was unfolded, and Liu Dongtian failed to be on the list.
Liu Dongtian's soul turned into a ray of white light, soared into the sky, flew to the north of Fengdu, crossed the sky like a meteor, and finally fell into Rakshasa Mountain.
Hu Xiuwu kept working, kneading the clay sculpture. The sand city on the stone table beside him was only missing the last gate tower.
"You are the only one left, Chu Lan."
"I know why you're here. I'll help you this time."
After crawling up from the grass, Zhang Chulan, who was standing obediently beside him, showed a happy expression.
"But it is better to teach a man to fish than to give him a fish."
"You're ready."
Zhang Chulan stuttered, "Preparing for what?"
Chapter 445: Northeastern Immortals Enter Luofeng, Zhang Chulan Is Put in Solitary Confinement
"Of course I am prepared to suffer."
Hu Xiuwu worked meticulously on the city wall model on the table, making the final improvements, and explained to Zhang Chulan slowly and attentively:
"Zhang Chulan, you are extremely talented and have excellent comprehension. Even Lingyu expressed his admiration to me during the Luotian Grand Ceremony. If you could return to Longhu Mountain earlier and correct your character, then the selection of the next generation of Heavenly Master of Longhu Mountain would be a sure thing."
Zhang Chulan scratched his head and smiled, pretending to be a rookie who had just come out of retirement: "So Uncle Lingyu thinks so highly of me."
Hu Xiuwu said: "You are being held back by the grudges with Teacher Huaiyi. As long as you are given time to make up for the ten years of hiatus, you will surely become the leader of the younger generation. Even Wang Ye and Ma Xianhong will not be your opponents."
"I will go to Nason Island with you, but I don't have time to babysit you. I have my own things to deal with. You have to deal with your own affairs. I can only help you make up for your lost time."
Zhang Chulan rubbed his hands: "I'm so sorry, uncle, how are you going to help me improve my foundation? Is there any great elixir or red fruit in the underworld?"
"The piece of Ganoderma lucidum at your feet is called Fire Ganoderma lucidum. It can cure all kinds of poisons and has the effect of bringing the dead back to life. It will also increase your strength after taking it."
Zhang Chulan stretched out his dirty hand towards Huo Lingzhi: "Oh my, I'm so sorry for bothering you so much."
Seeing Zhang Chulan's mercenary look, Hu Xiuwu was not angry at all, he even laughed out loud: "But do you think I'm the kind of person who supports taking drugs to level up?"
Zhang Chulan froze while touching the Fire Ganoderma Lucidum. He turned his head stiffly and looked at Hu Xiuwu:
"Uncle, what do you mean by that?"
But Hu Xiuwu did not answer him. He just looked at the newly assembled imitation Fengdu city, with a hint of regret in his satisfaction:
"It's finally done, but unfortunately General Zhao Yuwen's craftsmanship is still a little lacking."
"Let's do this."
When the Lord of Yin gave an order, the Yin earth shook and the iron and stone rose up.
Five hundred miles northeast of Fengdu City, the land on the great plain rises into mountains. The mountains are barren and have no vegetation, but there are exposed mineral deposits, which are layered like scales, thick and majestic. The direction of the mountains is very similar to Changbai Mountain in the northeast, just like a crawling black dragon.
At the point where the dragon head of the mountain peak is raised, there is a saddle valley. Yin Jun personally made a city model, which was magnified tens of millions times, to the size of a county town, and fit perfectly into the saddle valley, like a jewel on the head of a black dragon.
When Longtouding City was taking shape, frost was on the ground in the city. The frost was like new branches, winter ice window flowers, and pure crystal clusters. With the city as the root, it extended outward symmetrically in six directions, constantly splitting into straight branches, using the black city as the cloth, drawing a huge ice flower.
As the frost spread, it continued to release cold air, and soon the whole city was filled with thick clouds.
The city was shrouded in mist, like a pot of thick soup cooked by gods, or like the chaos before heaven and earth were separated.
Soon the sea of fog began to churn, as if a giant dragon was stirring up the wind and clouds.
The shaman immortal Liu Kunsheng finally revealed his true face.
Liu Kunsheng's true form is like the legendary Bashe, with a body as long as a black river, covering the sky and the sun, and it seems that it can coil around mountains and swallow elephants, cut off lakes and cut off rivers. Each of the fine snake scales is like transparent obsidian, emitting an elegant and noble luster. Liu Kunsheng is looming in the clouds and mist, and with a slight twist, he will stir up waves in the sea of clouds.
Just like the Vajra Buddha statue in the temple, Liu Kunsheng's real body is majestic and huge, but it also has a gentle feeling, which makes people feel majesty without any sense of ferocity and brutality.
He is a spirit medium who has been practicing for thousands of years. In the mortal world, he and his spirit medium disciples have accumulated virtue and done good deeds. He has long been considered a demon fairy, but he does not have the barbaric and bloody aura of ordinary demon beasts.
Boom, bang, chirp,
From the clouds, the sound of animal songs could be heard, long and melodious, like an ancient prayer to God, or a farewell song before leaving home.
As if inspired by the ballad, Liu Kunsheng suddenly began to dance, and the cold mist was engulfed by his great strength and rolled around his body. Liu Kunsheng jumped out of the sea of clouds, and the cold mist rolled around his body, like another white snake entangled with Liu Kunsheng's body.
After the cold fog was taken away by Liu Kunsheng, the scene in the city finally appeared. On the ice flowers, hundreds of immortals turned into their original forms, formed three circles, howled to the sky, and exhaled spiritual energy.
The cold fog turned into clouds in the sky, and under the guidance of Liu Kunsheng, it condensed into a sea of clouds that covered the sky.
After the sea of clouds formed, snowflakes fell one after another, the top of the mountain was covered with snow, and the mountain ridge was dyed into a silver line. The snow kept falling all around, the cold wind was like a knife, and the deep cold was piercing, even the dead would be frozen in the snow.
White on top and black on the bottom, the new mountain range based on the Changbai Mountains has become the Blackfoot Snow Mountain.
The Blackfoot Snow Mountain and the city on the top of the mountain gradually faded and finally disappeared.
Luo Fengtian lost a piece of mountain range and snowfield, but gained another world.
The second realm of Luofeng: the eight cold hells.
"I'm vomiting blood."
Hu Xiuwu, who was sitting in the green garden, watched the scene and sighed softly.
A while ago, when the ghost messengers went to the Northeast region to arrest souls, Liu Kunsheng discovered that the underworld had become regularized and could assume the real functions of the underworld, rather than just being a place in name only.
Liu Kunsheng knew that he couldn't delay any longer. Nei Jingtian's tolerance for the illegal facilities in Changbai Fairyland was getting lower and lower, and there were lightning and thunder on the border of the fairyland every day.
If this continues, the fairyland will either be expelled from the realm by the inner scene, or crushed into pieces by the inner scene and become its food.
Therefore, when Liu Kunsheng saw that the underworld was no longer a product of Shangqing's own creation, he agreed to move Changbai Fairyland into Luofengtian and pledge allegiance to Hu Xiuwu.
The immortals are all veterans, so they naturally understand the difference between sharing hardships and sharing happiness.
The Northeastern immortals never take advantage of others.
The immortals used complicated rituals to migrate Changbai Fairyland relying on their own abilities, sacrificing their own life force and the essence of their bodies for hundreds of years to create the snow-capped Blackfoot Snow Mountain, and then broke half of Changbai Fairyland into pieces. With the help of the peculiar rules of Changbai Fairyland, they turned Changbai Fairyland into another hell in Luofengtian.
If any foreign demons invade Luofeng, they will only fall into the Eight Cold Hells. The fairyland will become the defense pass of Luofeng. Only by breaking through the fairyland can they invade Luofeng.
From now on, the Eastern Ghost Emperor Liu Kunsheng will officially take office, leading more than a hundred immortals, taking charge of the Eight Cold Hells, governing Taozhi Mountain, and guarding the Ghost Gate.
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"Wow, uncle, what is this?"
Zhang Chulan put away the Fire Ganoderma and moved closer to Hu Xiuwu, but he saw that the city model that Hu Xiuwu had been fiddling with was shrouded in clouds and mist. He seemed to see a snake faintly stirring up the wind and clouds in the sea of clouds.
Then the cold fog dissipated, and many wild beasts were seen howling at the moon, which actually called out to a peaceful village like a paradise.
Zhang Chulan was amazed: "Is this the village in the city?"
After dispersing the phantom on the table, Hu Xiuwu looked up at Zhang Chulan: "The work is done, and you are the only one left."
Zhang Chulan said awkwardly: "Uncle, you haven't asked me to do anything yet, let me prepare myself first."
Hu Xiuwu comforted him, "It's okay. I just found a place for you to practice. It won't take long, just a year."
Zhang Chulan exclaimed: "A year is not a long time. By then, Nason Island might be gone."
"Haven't you ever heard that one year on earth equals one day in heaven?"
Without waiting for Zhang Chulan to respond, Hu Xiuwu stretched out his hand and pushed Zhang Chulan, who fell backwards to the ground.
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Zhang Chulan got up from the ground:
"Uncle, why did you hit me?"
"Ugh?"
Hu Xiuwu was nowhere to be seen. Instead, Feng Baobao was seen sitting in front of him with her knees hugged, looking at him.
He's back again!
Zhang Chulan looked around in astonishment, and saw Liu Dongtian's remains and Lu Jin who was protecting them, then he realized that he had been slapped back into his physical body by Hu Xiuwu.
Feng Baobao urged him to tell her the situation: "What's going on? Did Hu Xiuwu agree?"
Zhang Chulan scratched his head, not understanding the situation: "Uncle agreed to help. He said he would find a place for me to practice well?"
After saying this, Zhang Chulan realized that he was actually holding a jade leaf in his right hand, before he could see the leaf clearly.
The leaves then shone brightly, summoning green branches from the void, trapping them around his waist and ready to take him away.
Feng Baobao immediately drew out the Dragon Fire Knife and was about to chop the branches to rescue Zhang Chulan.
Zhang Chulan hurriedly stopped her and immediately understood: "No, Sister Baoer, I'm fine. This is the help my uncle gave me. Don't worry, I will be back in a day. You can wait for me here."