Yama Rising Chapter 703: : Mountain God Playing Drums (1)

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Boom! The yin wind blasted past Qin Ye like an adverse tide. He did not show the form of yin difference, a fierce yin aura spread. All the ghosts in front clearly felt it, but... none dared to move.

"After the monarch, I have not used my own weapon..." Amidst the clouds, his figure slowly appeared, holding...an umbrella in his hand?

An oiled paper umbrella covered with talisman paper.

Brush...The umbrella is lightly opened, and the painter's face is black and white, half laughing and crying. Under each umbrella bone made of human bones, there are fist-sized human bone wind chimes hung, and under the wind chimes there is a talisman with red letters on a black background, which is very artistic. As Qin Ye released his hand, the umbrella floated silently onto the road full of ghosts.

In the next second, countless Yin Qi floated from all directions and merged into the umbrella, which became bigger and bigger! Covering the road, the ghosts below clearly felt such a terrifying Yin Qi. Their bodies were slightly twisted, as if they wanted to desperately avoid the blow. However, under the pressure of the Yama level, they could only do it gently. It's just shaking.

Swipe Lala——! If it rains pear blossoms, the rivers flood, countless sharp blades fly out from under the umbrella, and the yin spirit below turns to ashes without screaming. With wild fires flying across the sky, Qin Ye and Di Ting rushed over at almost the same time. There was no one on the way, and they rushed for thousands of meters in an instant!

The ghost fires flew on both sides, howling unconsciously, and the ghosts in front of them were like mountains and seas, endless. He only heard the sound of Yinsi recording and the rapid rise of merit, but...hundreds of thousands of merits, the demand for hundreds of millions of dollars now is a drop in the bucket.

"Do you feel it?" Ten minutes later, after turning a mountain wall, Qin Ye's eyes flashed, and the human bone umbrella flew back into his hand while beckoning. He licked his lips and looked forward: "The Yin Ling... is getting stronger and stronger."

If we say that the previous ghosts were like a bazaar, although there were many people, they were messy. But right in front of them, within ten meters, there was only one ghost lying on the ground, throwing his five bodies on the ground, and worshipping devoutly.

"Ghost difference level, ghost..." Di Ting narrowed his eyes in Qin Ye's arms and looked at the endless mountains of Da Ma: "It means...the more you go in, the stronger the ghost you worship? Just In the beginning, it was still the most common yin spirit. Now there are ghosts?"

"And it's not an ordinary ghost." Qin Ye walked to the side of a ghost, and was staring at the man. The ghost was shaking all over, but could not move. Qin Ye provoked the opponent's prostrate head and looked at it: "This is a nomad."

Wearing a lizi hat, two braids dragged from behind the ears to the chest, wearing quality grandson clothes, monotonous and uniform colors, and a machete on the waist. With a horse bone necklace rich in folk customs, a turquoise pendant.

No one spoke.

If there was no tomb of Genghis Khan, it would not attract their attention, but now...

"The current state of King Zhao Gui... is related to Temujin?" Otherwise, he couldn't figure out why there would be Mongolian ghosts worshipping.

And there are more than one. From here on, all of them are Gu Mengyuan ghosts!

"Tie Muzhen's soul is not there, ran here, ten thousand ghosts worship the mountain..." Zhen Di listened to lick his mouth, and snorted: "It's really interesting. The underworld has not come out for a hundred years, so any monsters and ghosts dare to come out... Kill the past , I want to see who dares to move the ghost king of the underworld."

Needless to say, Qin Ye took the lead, and the monarch ordered that no grass grows wherever he goes. In the surging Yin Qi, the two pointed directly at the top of the mountain. As it gets higher and higher, the ghosts on the road become less and less, but the realm is higher and higher.

Ghosts, jealousy, impermanence... Just when they rushed to the mountainside, they suddenly saw three judges and ghosts, five bodies throwing themselves to the ground, extremely pious.

Qin Ye's hand, the bone umbrella was about to fly out, but suddenly stopped. At the same time, Di Ting also held his hand, the two of them

Gazed at each other and looked around with dignity.

There is no way.

This is halfway up the mountain, about the horseback of the "Malaysia", with the horse's head in front of it, but...

The head of the horse is Dufeng!

It means that there is no place to go up around.

It can be seen to the naked eye that overcast clouds surround the peak of Ma Shou Mountain. The terrifying cloud has covered the sky and the sun, and countless dark crows surround the surroundings like clouds. But... what the three judges worshipped was not in the direction of Ma Shoufeng, but... straight ahead.

"They worship their own king?" The bone umbrella flew back to his hand, Qin Ye held the umbrella and walked upward step by step. This stone road has not been known for many years, and every step of it falls, a circle of dust and mist is splashed.

"That's right."

"But it's not Ma Shoufeng that they worship?" Qin Ye squinted and walked to the back of the three kneeling judges, holding the umbrella against each other's back and gently drawing down the spine. Under the umbrella tip, the three judges, Li Gui, trembled all over, and their voices trembled like a stroke: "Cultivation is not easy...please, please...let us a path of life..."

They didn't speak Chinese, but Qin Ye understood it. Because... not long ago, he just heard these words!

This is...Mongolian!

Qin Ye's eyes flashed, and immediately rushed to the end of the steps. There, a dilapidated building stretches across the hillside, and it is clear that it is not clear what it was originally, but a sculpture stands in the center.

Qin Ye has also seen this sculpture.

Eternal life, Tengri.

"What the **** does this mean?" He sighed in disbelief, and looked at Di listened: "They worship Changshengtian, Brother Zhao is not here? Or..."

He paused, his eyes deep: "Changshengtian and Brother Zhao...have an equal sign in a certain portrayal?"

Silence.

After half a second, the two spoke at the same time: "Genghis Khan's soul?"

Qin Ye walked quickly to the sculpture. This sculpture is exactly the same as the one when Changshengtian collapsed. The difference is...He holds a lotus in his hand.

Dry lotus.

Although it withered, its petals were neatly arranged around the dry lotus. Under his light touch, the lotus petals immediately turned into dusty powder, and then, these dusty powder collapsed into wispy yin air, dissipating in midair.

"This is..." Qin Ye stared at the sculpture's hand in amazement, the green yin air he had never seen.

"Zhengguo." I don't know when Diteng has walked to his feet and looked around solemnly: "The lotus flower represents the cultivation of the right fruit. And the lotus withered, which represents the impure divinity. Or it has been defiled by something else, this It's a distress signal."

"The cyan Yin Qi, not pure black, means that it has been extremely polluted. It is already difficult to control. And these Yin Qi..." It took a deep breath: "It belongs to King Zhao Gui."

An extremely ominous premonition appeared in his heart, and Qin Ye swallowed: "You mean..."

Di Listening stared at Ma Shoufeng: "Lotus has another meaning, the tongue of the Buddha. The words of the Buddha. King Zhao Gui left the lotus with his own yin air, the first means: this is what I want to say. The second is Said that his divinity has been tainted and may not be able to serve as the priest of the Yin Division. If anyone sees it, help immediately. If no one sees it..."

It grinds its teeth and looks at the dark mountains below: "Three months later, the city will be burned, and he will die with his opponent."

"Under the purgatory red lotus, even the nine-turn real immortal will be burned to ashes. This is the most decisive technique, without exception."

Qin Ye opened his mouth slightly and looked at Ma Shoufeng in disbelief.

The other party in the end

What are you fighting with? Or... What are you doing?

The soul of Genghis Khan?

No...it should not be, or not enough.

The opponent has never been in hell, and there is no position of a bad guy. Even if he is standing, he can only be killed by a spike in the face of a bad guy of the same level.

Who can force King Zhao Gui to this point? Even had to leave a distress signal? And also arranged Purgatory Red Lotus on the periphery?

Looking around for five thousand years, everything that can be soared, and the rest is impossible!

"What should I do now?" I have never encountered such a situation. This is a real fantasy, completely different from international affairs. He rubbed his chin a little irritably, pacing up and down.

"Wait." Di listened a few steps and jumped onto a boulder, staring below: "He tore the spatial connection between Ma Shoufeng and other places, even if we went to Ma Shoufeng, we couldn't find him. This is a formation, only high-level Only the bad guy knows how to enter. Let me first see... how to enter his world."

Qin Ye sighed: "Why? Didn't he ask for help? Is it so troublesome to ask for help?"

Di Ting gave him a cold look: "Because, the thing that can stump the ghost king is not a high-level evil. He doesn't want other middle and low-level evils to rush in, but may cause confusion."

It took a deep breath, and its whole body suddenly swelled. The eyes are like electricity, and the small body abruptly reveals the coercion of a giant dragon. The dog's claws hit the ground with a loud bang, and countless Yin symbols spread out along its claws.

More and more, more and more shining, the yin talisman seems to have life, if the king butterfly flies, and finally...turns into a beam of yin talisman rotating around them.

"The gods are gloomy and the yin and yang are open." The voice of Di heard was like a muffled thunder. With a sound, the beam of light quickly shrank in front of them, rotating desperately, and finally formed a map of the mountains of Malaysia.

It looks like a map, but in fact, every thread is outlined by Yin Symbols, and Di listens to his paws to gently place it on, the picture is like ripples. Countless Yin Fu shines on it like stars at night.

Die listened carefully for a few seconds, then sighed: "He should have been awake... he set up this formation in a hurry. The point is that I don't know what formation it is. If you want to get in, you must break it first. I hope he left enough clues..."

"Troublesome?"

"It's very troublesome." Di listened to his teeth and said: "If the ghost king Zhao is holding the mentality of dying together, he won't even leave any traces. I only know that there is a battle here and he can't enter. Now I can only count on him at that time. Many, I didn’t finish it...wait...this is..."

Before the voice fell, a dozen light spots appeared on the map, entering the map from all directions.

"Someone has been in?!" It gasped, "In the past few years...someone has entered here by mistake?"

Qin Ye's eyes flashed and suddenly thought of something.

For example... That person entered here with one sword and one thought?

He hit him by mistake, so... what mechanism was touched?

Yes... the mountain **** beats the drums... the sky is foggy...

This is not a feature!

"The mountain **** is playing drums, and the sky is foggy!" He immediately turned his head and said to Die.

As soon as the voice fell, Di Listen suddenly raised his head and stared into his eyes: "Are you sure?"

"I'm sure! How do I know exactly when I said it!"

Didi heard a loud sound, and the tiny body snapped the rocks under his feet with a snap, his eyes scanned the mountains like a sword, and muttered: "A superior formation, Nine Nether Broken Soul Formation... Lao Zhao, you pay for yourself It's so cruel..."