The years when I explored the fairyland.

Chapter 340 337: Seal the Ghosts Again

If the universe is viewed as a tall building, then its spatial extension is the area between each floor.

The different dimensions are the upper and lower floors.

Yintu, of course, cannot be considered a low-dimensional level. It is just the gap between the human world and the underworld, just like the wall between the second and third floors.

However, they are different dimensions after all, and the rules of the Yin Land are somewhat different from those of the human world.

It's like an unfolded painting, a thin piece of paper that can be shaken at will.

When shaking, the straight-line distance between two points in the painting changes. If it is folded, it can even get from one side to the other in the shortest time.

This is the folding of space. In the human world, it requires enormous magical powers to accomplish, but it is relatively easy in the Yin Land.

Therefore, distance is actually a very vague concept in Yintu, because as long as you master the method, you can cross it quickly.

The journey across the Rising Sun Plains can be described as "rushing forward", which is absolutely literal.

Si Yuanyou led an army of millions of ghosts and drove the Rising Sun Ghost City forward.

Once it has accumulated enough power, it will directly break through the distorted space barrier, and when it reappears, it will be somewhere far away.

It is only by using this method that Si Yuanyou can travel at the fastest speed.

Of course, there are problems.

First, every time the space is folded, it may cause positional displacement and dislocation.

If the direction is wrong, even just a little bit, the result will be completely opposite to what is expected.

In order to solve this problem, Xuanzhen Palace purchased a Yintu buoy from Wanxian City. After planting it, positioning can be completed using a special ghost magic tool, the Yintu compass.

Therefore, every time they crossed a long distance, Si Yuanyou would take out the magic weapon "Yin Tu Compass" to correct the direction of the army's advance.

The second problem is that those powerful ghosts blocked the way forward.

In this realm where life thrives, countless births and deaths have occurred over the years.

When those souls enter the netherworld, the weak ones will be reduced to ashes, and their true spirits will be reincarnated; the strong ones will devour their own kind and continue to grow stronger, although they will collapse after losing their support.

But what you can’t imagine is how many terrifying existences have accumulated here over countless years.

They may be so old that they lack some intelligence, but you cannot deny their power.

Si Yuanyou's behavior of driving through the ghost town is quite similar to driving a battleship to the doorstep of a sovereign country and firing a few cannons.

That's not a provocation, that's a slap in the face!

The result is that along the way, Si Yuanyou has fought countless battles and had countless fights.

Just like now!

Roar, roar, roar…

Then the mountains shook, and a thousand heads grew out of them. Countless eyes flashed, and soul-destroying ghost fires burst out.

The ground cracked, revealing a bottomless abyss. A crisscross of barbs appeared and kept moving.

Looking closely, the barbs are clearly sharp teeth, and the bottomless abyss is a huge mouthpart that wants to swallow the Rising Sun Ghost City directly.

It can really swallow it. Even if there are countless ghosts guarding the city, and spells of ghost fire and cold wind are blooming, it is still a drop in the bucket facing the huge mouth that is constantly closing.

Even in this situation, the terrifying ghost beast was still unwilling to let go of the scattered escaping ghost soldiers. Instead, it stretched out tens of thousands of arms and grabbed indiscriminately in the sky, not intending to let any of them go.

It was also at this time that Si Yuanyou showed his power. He threw out his City God Seal, activated the vast power of incense and transformed it into a powerful magical power.

Then, in the dark night, there was a sudden burst of light, like thousands of sharp swords, shooting in all directions.

Wherever it passed, the darkness melted away, the ghostly aura dissipated, and the terrifying ghost beast let out a shrill howl, then opened its mouth and spit out the Rising Sun Ghost City.

The strong wind swept in, the sky and the earth rolled upside down, and the ghost town was finally stabilized. Si Yuanyou finally breathed a sigh of relief with a pale face.

He looked up and realized that at least one-tenth of his million-strong ghost army had been killed.

This was a heartbreaking loss for Si Yuanyou. He couldn't help but twitch the corners of his mouth, but looking into the distance, his eyes became more determined.

He took out the Yintu compass again, fiddled with it a few times to determine the direction, and then the army set out again, mighty and surging forward.

It is hard to say how much loss he will suffer along the way, but this is the request of Xuanzhen Palace, so he must do it.

……

At the same time, outside Baisha City, in the Xuanzhen Palace Taoist Temple, inside the Patriarch Hall.

There are a rare number of people in the Ancestral Hall today. Everyone is busy, but the atmosphere seems depressing.

There was another tablet in front of the tablet of Taoist Xuanzhen, but it was covered with a red cloth, and Feng Yan was sitting upright on the cushion under the tablet.

He was dressed more formally today. The bright red robe was obviously tailor-made for him. Even though he was old, he still looked majestic and noble.

He wore a nine-colored glazed crown on his head, held an eight-sided Han sword in his left hand, a soul-binding pagoda in his right hand, and under his feet was a ghost-suppressing atlas. Around his waist were a ghost-collecting bag, a golden sword, and a soul-binding lock.

As for the front and back of his body, there were lotus lamps, ghost-beating whips, ghost-exorcising copper coins, ghost-suppressing stones and other objects. Finally, he was tied with a red rope and finally tied to Feng Yan's little finger.

It must be said that family members are family members. When Si Yuanyou was conferring titles on ghosts and gods, although Chu Zhou took action personally, he only contributed a ghost town.

It was Feng Yan's turn now. Almost everything on his body was covered with Shinto magic weapons!

Even outside the Patriarch's Hall, there was a huge pile of firewood on the terrace outside.

Next to the firewood pile, there was a lifelike paper-made ghost town, as well as paper-made guards, slaves, maids, carriages, weapons, armor, and even cooks!
All of these were purchased from Wanxian City at a huge cost by Xuanzhen Palace, and almost all of them were artifacts that had been offered before gods.

As long as it is burned, it will fall into the Yin soil and can be driven and used immediately, which is very convenient.

At this time, in the hall, in addition to the busy disciples, there were also familiar faces.

Taoist Qingjing and Zhongli Linghui were standing there, their expressions were gloomy and filled with a hint of sadness.

As the first group of elders in Xuanzhen Palace, they had a good relationship. But on this day, Feng Yan was going to die here and his soul would return to the netherworld, so they were naturally a little sad.

Feng Yan, on the other hand, didn't care at all and laughed loudly, "Can you two stop acting like little girls? You're just adding to the joke."

"Thinking back to the time when we were in the underworld, we were exposed to all kinds of hardships and could die at any time, but we were not afraid at all. So what are we afraid of now?"

"Besides, shouldn't we be satisfied that we have been able to follow Palace Master Chu till now and have achieved what we have today?"

"Besides, although my body is dead, my soul is still alive. Who knows, one day when I feel happy, I will come to you in my dream to have tea?"

"Also, you are not young anymore. You all entered Taoism late, so it is hard to say whether you can become an immortal. In the end, I am afraid you will have to walk the path of the gods like me."

"I am just paving the way for you. When the time comes, you may all follow me!"

Seeing that Feng Yan really didn't care and was even able to make jokes and look forward to the future, the dull atmosphere was diluted a lot.

Zhongli Linghui and Taoist Qingjing also spoke up one after another, chatting and laughing with Feng Yan.

This harmonious atmosphere was interrupted only when a disciple approached.

He opened his mouth several times to speak, but nothing came out until Feng Yan asked: "But the time has come?" "Yes, Elder!"

"In that case, let's get started."

Feng Yan looked around, exchanged glances with his two old friends again, smiled slightly, and said casually, "I'll go now!"

Zhongli Linghui and Taoist Qingjing looked solemn, straightened their clothes, bowed and said, "Congratulations to my old friend for ascending to godhood!!!"

“Congratulations to the elder for ascending to godhood!”

This was a unanimous congratulation from all the disciples.

Feng Yan nodded and took a long breath.

This breath was extremely long, as if it wanted to absorb all the beauty of the world, but when it was exhaled again, it was like a torrent, and the drooped head could never be raised again.

Feng Yan shook his heart meridians very quickly, and he felt a huge suction force coming, as if he fell into an abyss, falling continuously.

His body was tied with a string of red ropes, with seventeen or eighteen kinds of Shinto instruments hanging on them. He looked extremely heavy and was falling faster and faster as he fell.

It was not until he fell into a gloomy world that his speed slowed down, but it was very limited, and he finally hit the ground heavily.

boom!
Smoke and dust were everywhere, and Feng Yan felt dizzy and dazed, with little stars in front of his eyes.

But before he could recover, a vicious ghost pounced on him and turned into a gust of icy wind, trying to freeze him to death.

However, Feng Yan did not need to move, the nine-colored glazed crown on his head burst into light and directly blocked the cold wind.

Then he attacked with the Eight-sided Han Sword in his left hand, and with just that one strike, the soul was damaged. Finally, he used the Soul Gathering Pagoda to suppress it directly.

Only then did Feng Yan feel better. He stood up shakily and felt like he was dragging a lot of heavy objects on his body.

Those were Shinto magic weapons tied to his body with red ropes. In fact, one or two of them were nothing, but when there were so many of them, they formed such a weight that they almost crushed him to death.

After shaking his head again, Feng Yan's vision became much clearer. He looked up and found that he seemed to have fallen into a cemetery.

The cemetery in the Yintu can be regarded as the home of ghosts. In the center of a large group of graves, there will naturally be a group of evil spirits surrounding it.

These evil spirits looked at Feng Yan greedily, not only because of their fresh souls, but also because the Shinto magic weapons were all shining and colorful, and they were obviously great treasures.

Seeing a group of evil spirits eager to try, Feng Yan was not panicked at all. Instead, he raised the Soul Gathering Pagoda high up, and all the evil spirits were sucked in wherever the blooming light covered.

Then, he shook it, shook it, and released it again. All the evil spirits knelt on one knee, lowered their heads, and showed submission.

Feng Yan ignored them and found a high ground, climbed up and looked around.

It was then that he discovered that on one side of the cemetery, there was actually a river. It was chaotic and filled with countless soul fragments floating on the river.

This is the Sanzu River!

The river that flows from the Yintu to the Netherworld is filled with fragments of residual souls. Even if there were no fragments of souls before, it would be the same once it fell into the river.

Of course, there are also boats on the Santu River. They are ferrymen’s boats that can ferry ghosts into the underworld, but they require a little price.

Feng Yan made his decision when he saw the river, so he did not hesitate to bring a group of evil spirits to the Santuo River.

Then, he searched in the ghost-collecting bag for a long time, finally took out a flag, and thrust it fiercely into the ground.

But when the flags were waving and rustling, a ray of divine light shot up into the sky.

The banner has been raised, and we have a legitimate reason to do so!
From now on, this piece of land belongs to him. Anyone who dares to say it doesn't belong to him will have to step over his dead body!
Then, winds and clouds gathered, and countless evil spirits and wronged souls within tens of thousands of miles raised their heads and looked over from afar.

After a moment, they rushed away like crazy.

……

The human world, Xuanzhen Palace, Patriarch Hall.

Feng Yan was dead, and the red silk on the tablet at the top was unveiled. Taoist Qingjing and Zhongli Linghui took the lead and added three incense sticks.

This incense was a standard merit incense. The smoke from it only rose three feet before it sank into nothingness and disappeared.

Then came the disciples of Xuanzhen Palace. As long as they did not go out, they all came here to pay homage devoutly.

In fact, judging from this, Feng Yan and Si Yuanyou are different. Si Yuanyou is a standard city god, and is worshipped by the human race in Dongtian.

Feng Yan, on the other hand, mainly worships in Xuanzhen Palace, following the path of the Taoist guardian deity.

Although they are also worshipped by humans, their Taoist identity gives them more freedom.

Outside the ancestral hall, a bonfire had been lit. First, a paper ghost town was thrown into it. The flames jumped, burning the paper outline and wooden frame clean.

Behind them were soldiers, generals, cavalry, weapons, armor, crossbow carts, and arrows...

In short, everything that can be used in combat must be burned first.

These paper-made items stained with Shinto incense are not just for show, they can also solve Feng Yan's dilemma of having no one else to help him.

As for slaves, maids and the like, they were naturally thrown last.

At the same time, within the Yin Land, a city has gradually emerged from virtual to real.

However, that would take some time, as many soldiers and horses appeared even faster. They formed a train team, with the Santu River as their back, and faced the enemy on three sides.

Feng Yan ran around everywhere, inserting Shinto magic tools into the ground and connecting them with red lines to form a formation.

At this moment, Feng Yan also felt the power of incense coming from the unknown, which merged into his body, making him stronger and faster. His ghost body became more solid almost visibly so.

Before he could finish, the world was already filled with the howling of ghosts and wolves.

The leaden clouds were thick, the wind was blowing coldly, and there was a ghostly aura coming from all directions. There were countless ghosts and spirits coming to kill them.

But just when the war was about to break out, the space suddenly twisted and a ghost town appeared not far away.

Although it looked a bit shabby, the hundreds of thousands of ghost soldiers around it still showed their majestic appearance, and the two words "Rising Sun" were even more dazzling.

Si Yuanyou flew out of the ghost town. Although his clothes were disheveled and he looked a little embarrassed, his demeanor was still as great as ever.

He looked around, breathed a sigh of relief, and met Feng Yan's gaze.

"Brother Feng, am I not too late?"

Feng Yan laughed loudly: "Not too late, not too late, to be exact, just right!"

"In this battle, I still have to rely on my brother to help me with all his strength!"

"Okay, okay, I will do my best."

"Then, let's fight!"

"Fight!"

The evil ghosts and wronged souls from all directions could no longer hold back, so the battle in the underworld broke out again.

So, the second time of conferring titles on ghosts and gods began from here!
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