The invasion of the abyss begins with the Laughing at the Ming Dynasty

Chapter 347 The Gate of Hell

"boom!"

In the three-meter-high bronze tripod, the Ten Thousand Souls Banner floated up and down, and wisps of dark demonic power turned into light smoke and dissipated under the impact of endless luck.

Inside the restricted space, black runes continued to reorganize, and an immortal golden light spread out, driving away all ominous auras. The light was vast and vast, completely different from its previous gloomy appearance.

A flash of light passed by, and the three inscriptions on the Human Emperor Banner shone brightly, emitting a Taoist rhyme that suppressed everything.

"National Destiny Blue Dragon, come!"

Rubbing the jade-like Human Emperor Banner in his hand, Shen Yuanliang communicated with the dragon veins and national destiny in the dark. The shadow of a thousand-foot-long blue dragon attached to it, replacing the previous skull.

A strong wind suddenly arose, and the ten-foot-high Human Emperor Banner fluttered in the wind. With every breath, it inhaled and exhaled the ghostly energy between heaven and earth.

"Da da!"

Hurry footsteps were heard, and Lin Pingzhi and others came hurriedly with anxious looks on their faces. They were relieved when they saw that Shen Yuanliang was unharmed.

"Your Majesty!" Lin Pingzhi cupped his hands and said, "Guobei County is a little unusual. Be careful."

Half an hour ago, Shen Yuanliang stepped into Guobei County. The weather changed suddenly. The mottled city in front of him looked like a mirage, like flowers in the fog, visible but untouchable.

To this end, Lin Pingzhi led the Yulin Guards to attack Guobei County with all their might. Layers of ripples spread out, and the city remained safe and sound.

"It's okay, the Black Mountain Old Demon has been reduced to ashes!" Waving his hand, Shen Yuanliang raised the corners of his mouth slightly, and said meaningfully: "Let's go, follow me to Lanruo Temple to find out!"

An hour later, a towering black mountain appeared before our eyes. It was dark and gloomy, revealing an endless silence that made people feel chilly.

In order to find out the truth and eliminate potential threats, Shen Yuanliang and his team had to bite the bullet and march on the winding road.

"Quack!"

On the top of the mountain, dozens of crows were calling one after another on the trees that looked like charcoal grills, which seemed particularly eerie in this quiet black mountain.

After walking a few hundred steps, a dilapidated temple appeared before our eyes. The collapsed Buddha statues, the window frames full of spider webs, the gate that had disappeared long ago, etc. gave people a sense of infinite desolation.

“Haha, ah, ah, human world, here I come!”

"I smell the scent of living people. There are living people. They are mine. No one can take them away!"

At this moment, bursts of harsh sounds, like the sound of friction on glass, came from inside. Shen Yuanliang frowned, crossed the corridor in three or two steps, and ran straight to the backyard.

Following the sound, Shen Yuanliang discovered something strange in a desolate well. A Rakshasa ghost with a hideous face, a long tongue and a steel fork in his hand was crawling out step by step.

The scarlet eyes, as big as lanterns, became more and more salivating when they saw Shen Yuanliang, who was full of energy and blood. Drops of black liquid flowed on the stone slab.

Hiss, a burst of white smoke rose slowly, like sulfuric acid poured on the ground, extremely corrosive.

"Human Emperor Banner, it's up to you!"

Waving the Human Emperor Banner in his hand, a powerful devouring force came, like a black hole in the universe, and the ferocious Rakshasa ghost had no power to resist.

"Swish", the Rakshasa ghost turned into a wisp of black smoke and was caught by the Human Emperor Banner. At the same time, a mark was imposed on him, and he had no control over his life and death.

Holding the weathered well wheel, Shen Yuanliang looked down. In the clear water, a different world came into view. Countless wandering souls and evil spirits were floating in the Forgotten River.

The red flowers of the other shore are blooming quietly, adding a touch of bright color and vitality to this gloomy world.

Outside the Naihe Bridge, countless ox-headed and horse-faced beasts locked up lonely ghosts, howling and crying, and some extremely vicious ghosts wanted to break free and did not want to be reincarnated. Looking at the scene in front of him, scenes of myths replayed in his mind, and Shen Yuanliang blurted out: "The underworld, this is the gate of hell."

One yin and one yang are called Tao. The living belong to the human world, and the destination of the dead is the underworld. These are two completely different worlds. However, there are fifty Taos and forty-nine Heavens.

There is always a place where the underworld and the human world meet. This is the Ghost Gate, and it is also the passage for ghosts to travel between the two worlds. The Black Mountain Old Demon came to Guobei County from here.

"Buzz!"

Painting with his hands, Shen Yuanliang used the energy of dragon veins as ink. As he splashed ink, a big word "封" emanated dazzling light, suppressing all evil spirits.

"go with!"

With a wave of the hand, the character "封" was branded on the ancient well, sealing the gates of hell and temporarily isolating the communication between the human world and the underworld to prevent more evil ghosts from wreaking havoc on the human world.

"Your Majesty, I have discovered something." At this moment, Lin Pingzhi hurried over, bowed and said, "There is a downward passage under the Buddha statue, and many 'people' are imprisoned inside."

"Oh!"

Hearing this, Shen Yuanliang pinched his chin, and a hint of surprise flashed across his ink-black eyes.

The sound of footsteps echoed in the long tunnel, torches as thick as arms were burning with crackling sounds, and a smell of pine resin lingered at the nose.

After a cup of tea, in the dark and damp dungeon, Shen Yuanliang frowned and looked around. He saw a group of non-human ghosts imprisoned in the cell. No one spoke, no one was wronged, and it was quiet.

Turning the jade ring in his hand, Shen Yuanliang asked nonchalantly, "Who are you? Why were you imprisoned by the Black Mountain Demon?"

"The old Black Mountain demon is dead?"

After a while, an old man with disheveled hair lifted his hair from his forehead and looked up and down at Shen Yuanliang and his group. A gleam of light flashed in his weathered eyes.

"He's dead. There's no Black Mountain Demon in the world anymore. You don't have to worry." Shen Yuanliang asked immediately, "May I ask your name, sir?"

Before the slovenly old man could reply, a middle-aged man with extraordinary valor pushed aside the ghost blocking his way and took over the conversation, saying, "People call him Zhuge Wulong."

"Zhuge Wolong?"

Hearing this name, Shen Yuanliang thought of his life, a man who was buried in the dark world and a talent comparable to Zhuge Liang.

"My ancestors had no vision, so they let me pursue knowledge and write books to pass on to future generations."

"Who knows? If I write travelogues, they will accuse me of leaking state secrets; if I write history, they will accuse me of using the past to satirize the present; if I annotate the art of war, they will accuse me of inciting rebellion; if I write stories about gods and monsters, they will accuse me of leading people to superstition."

"I can't rest in peace even after death. I was caught here by the Black Mountain Demon."

Stroking his gray beard, Zhuge Wulong sighed and recounted his miserable life, which made people sigh and lament that they were born at the wrong time.

People always say that gold will shine, but if you cover it with a rag, how can the gold shine?

"and who are you?"

Looking at the middle-aged man, Shen Yuanliang asked meaningfully.

Zhuge Wulong raised his eyebrows and introduced: "The invincible Zuo Qianhu, the most powerful warrior on earth, is a fool!"

(End of this chapter)