Netherworld Immortal

Devil's Graveyard.

Countless broken swords pierced the ground, and the purple ground seemed to be covered with coagulated blood.

White bones, spotted soldiers armor.

Neither bones nor armor can find a complete one, and the cruelty and dilapidation of the ancient battlefield are all visible to the eyes.

In the sky facing the sky and the earth, there is a huge purple magic spinner hovering.The magic whirl of the wind attribute rolled slowly, like a huge magic mouth that wanted to swallow everything.

From the center of the huge magic vortex, whips of purple lightning spewed downward from time to time, beating the land fiercely.

The strong wind blew past, and there was a horrible whine, which made people seem to hear the dirge on the battlefield tens of thousands of years ago.

A simple black stone tablet, with one corner broken, looks like a weather-beaten person, standing alone on this land, looking at all this with cold eyes.

At this moment, the Demon Lord of the Western Regions in a purple robe came to the cemetery surrounded by a crowd.

If Xu Yang were here, he would recognize many shadow members among them.

After the purple-robed man returned to the Western Regions, his identity was the Demon Lord of the Western Regions.

The shadow organization he created by himself still exists and has become a professional assassination organization dedicated to the devil.

The small thousand-faced ghost, his small soybean-like eyes are already amethyst-colored, which is a side effect of the demon energy infusion, and he can only stand in the back row with the identity of the shadow right envoy.

"Is this the devil's cemetery? There are too many souls of dead demon soldiers here, I heard them whispering. These guys said they would continue to fight, they really don't repent." Thousand-faced ghost's small ears trembled, Long-term sacrifices to the seven evil spirits have given him the ability to listen to the ghost language of the spirit.

Yasha Cangyue, who has a purple eye and a half-demonized body, occupies the position of the shadow left envoy, standing in the front row behind the purple-robed man.

"The burials in this cemetery are all demon warriors. As a warrior, it is worthy of respect to sacrifice one's life on the battlefield, no matter what position one takes." Yasha Cangyue looked at everything in front of her in awe.

Venerable Qingshui with a ginger nose and wearing a wide avenue robe held his puppet Blood Monk by the hand, and secretly transmitted a voice: "My dearest brother Blood Monk, it's been so long since I came out, and I haven't seen you all the way. Let you take a sip of fresh soul blood, I know you must be thirsty. But all the damn people in this cemetery are dead, and there is no one alive for you to drink soul blood."

Master Qing Shui glanced at the people around him, and slandered: "Tsk tsk, I can't afford to provoke these old people. As long as I'm with Brother Blood Monk, we will become stronger and stronger. Wait until we become invincible!" One day, you can kill whoever you want, drink the blood of whomever you want, and be an upright evil cultivator. No, we will be two dignified evil cultivators together. Hehe."

Bloody eyes flashed across Monk Xue's eyes, and the red cassock fluttered slightly around him.He seemed to understand everything Master Qing Shui slandered.

Immediately to Master Qingshui's left side was a tall iron corpse maniac with an iron coffin on his back and an iron mask on his head.

"Such a shocking battlefield relic, this is the largest cemetery I have ever seen. These people are really pitiful. They don't even have a coffin after death." The iron corpse madman patted the iron coffin behind him with his hands.

After that, he stretched out ten fingers and turned them back and forth, sweating profusely, with a sad face, and said, "How many people are buried here? I can't count them in my life."

In fact, Iron Maniacs, who cannot count by nature, can only count to ten.

His greatest wish is to have more hands. Counting is his greatest pleasure, followed by killing.

Under the training of the purple-robed man, the cultivation base of these shadow people has been improved as if breaking through the bottleneck.

The purple-robed man came to the stone tablet.

He looked up at the bare stone tablet, and struck out a formula with one hand and landed on the surface of the stone tablet.

The stele shone with purple light, and rows of hidden Yuanmo characters were displayed on the originally empty surface.

The purple-robed man stared at the words for a long time before saying: "3 years ago, the demon soldiers and generals from the Yuan Demon Realm had a tragic battle with other races here. Hundreds of thousands of Yuan Demon soldiers and generals Fighting to the death against millions of opponents. Among them, not one retreated, and not one survived. They remained on this land forever. They are the most fearless fighters, their strength It is the power of primordial demon that we believe in."

The tone of the purple-robed man became more and more sonorous, as if he had experienced that tragic war.

"Purple blood does not coagulate, primordial demons are eternal, and the demon world is immortal!" someone shouted behind the purple-robed man.

"Purple blood does not coagulate, primordial demons are eternal, and the demon world is immortal!" Then a group of people raised their arms and shouted slogans in unison.

The tens of thousands of pores on everyone's body stood up, as if they had already gone to the battlefield.

The purple-robed man waved his hand, and the scene quieted down.

"It was this war that spread the belief in the primordial demons to the Western Regions of the Zhongyuan Realm, and created the great Demon Race of the Western Regions. It gave the people on the land of the Western Regions an invincible spirit and strength. Fighting, only fighting , so that we can become the masters of this world..."

The man in purple narrated a long paragraph impassionedly. He stroked the Yuanmo characters engraved on the stone tablet with his hands, his eyes were full of faith.

The purple-robed man turned to the people around him and asked, "Where are the twelve stick monks from the Golden Buddha Temple captured a few days ago?"

A tribal elder with a purple lion totem pattern embroidered on his sleeves immediately responded respectfully: "My lord, those monks are locked in the dungeon in the cemetery, with three seals, and they take turns guarding them for twelve hours."

Zipao said humanely: "During the period when the demons from the Western Regions reappeared in the Zhongyuan Realm, we did not take the initiative to provoke any fight with the human race from the Northern Region. On the contrary, those bald men from the Golden Buddha Temple shamelessly raised the banner of killing demons Invade my demon holy land, Demon Blood Peak.

The battle at Devil's Blood Peak not only injured our Three Demon Venerables, but also lost hundreds of demon soldiers and two third-tier demon generals.Every magic soldier and general is a citizen of the Western Regions and my brother. "

The purple-robed man showed pain on his face: "This makes my heart hurt, and it hurts morale."

The tribal elders said: "According to the report on the battlefield later, it was the Golden Jade Son of the Golden Buddha Temple who injured the Three Demons. It is incomprehensible that after the battle between the Jinyu Son and the Three Demons, there was an extra person beside him." The magic gun. The magic gun is too domineering. Most of our people died under the magic gun. Afterwards, the body of Jinyu Shengzi showed the characteristics of demonization. He has been removed from the Golden Buddha Temple and is wanted. on the list of evil gods."

The purple-robed man thought for a while and said, "The Devil's Blood Peak is said to be transformed by the Heavenly Demon Spear from the Yuan Demon Realm. There is only one possibility for the Golden Jade Son to be helped by the magic spear. That is that the Golden Jade Son was born with a magic root in his body. According to the ancient books of the Zishi family where we belong, people born with magic roots are the reincarnations of war gods from the Yuan Demon Realm. Unexpectedly, they really exist.”

The elder of the tribe said: "The three Lord Mozun are seriously injured. The witch doctor who participated in the treatment said that because of their extraordinary physique, ordinary people would have to lie in bed for several years, but they would recover in a month."

The purple-robed man nodded, and said: "The three Demon Lords are the top fighters among our Demon Clan in the Western Regions, and they will not fall easily."

The head of the purple robe let out a breath, and said again: "Thousands of years ago, the high priest Zi Qiluo determined that we would win by usurping fate and witchcraft, so I took the risk of concentrating all the power of the Western Regions to launch a war with the Northern Territory humans. In fact, Even if we don't launch a war, the human race in the Northern Territory will take the initiative to attack. At that time, the contradiction between the two sides has reached the extreme. At that time, our belief in Yuanmo had already left the Western Region and began to spread on a large scale in the Northern Territory, even in the Southern Territory. The people choose to believe in the primordial demon. It can also be said that the war between humans and demons thousands of years ago was a battle of faith.

The result of the battle between humans and demons, on the surface, was a loss for both sides.In fact, our losses are more unbearable, and the population base of our Western Regions is far less than that of the Northern Regions.Especially during the Great War, the entire Western Region world was sealed for thousands of years by the Great Teleportation Formation set up by the Four Northern Region sects.

For thousands of years, the sealed Western Regions developed slowly due to trade barriers and lack of supplies.Although the population has recovered a lot, it is still less than [-]% of what it was a thousand years ago.

After the return of the Western Regions, the four sects of the Northern Territory led a group of large and small sects of the human race and began to expand their troops to prepare for war, but we could not come up with enough combat power to fight.But had to prepare for the coming of war. "

The elders of the tribe hurriedly said: "According to the instructions of Lord Demon Master, soldiers have been recruited in all mortal countries in the Western Regions. With the introduction of the magic spirit pill, coupled with the magic spirit ceremony, ordinary mortals can become fearless magic warriors. Until yesterday , has successfully recruited 280 people."

The purple-robed man nodded and said: "Elder Lishi, I have always been at ease in your affairs. The number of magic soldiers cannot be expanded indefinitely. If young people become magic soldiers, who will produce and farm? If there is not enough food, everyone I'm going to starve to death."

The purple-robed man turned his head to look at the thousand-faced ghost, and said in a serious tone: "Shadow left envoy, is the battle spirit plan you mentioned really feasible?"

The thousand-faced ghost patted his chest, and said: "I swear in the name of the seven evil spirits that the war spirit plan is the most powerful war plan. With one hundred thousand war spirits in the devil's cemetery, one hundred thousand can be resurrected." The strongest fighter. The resurrection of the war soul needs to be infused with a powerful and pure magic source, and the magic blood peak is the best place for the magic source. But to activate the magic source on the magic blood peak, it needs a person who is born with magic roots human matchmaker."

After the thousand-faced ghost finished speaking, he secretly glanced at Master Qingshui behind him.

Master Qingshui on the side quickly took two steps forward, and respectfully said: "Combined with the blessing of the old Daoist's talisman soldier technique, if the battle spirit plan is successful, the Lord Demon Master will have a hundred thousand immortal demon soldiers, and the Western Regions will be invincible!" exist."

The purple-robed man nodded first, then he looked up at the huge magic spin in the sky, and said: "All of this may be God's will. In the dark, the god of primordial demons protects the Western Regions all the time. The human matchmaker needed for the war soul plan, On the way here."

The purple-robed man turned around and ordered: "It's time to get those twelve Golden Buddha Temple disciples out of the dungeon."

……

At night, the magic cemetery.

The silver hook in the sky cast a cold light, and the broken knives and broken swords on the ground gleamed sharply in the darkness.

whoosh-

In the dark night, a white figure appeared beside the Devil's Cemetery.

Standing still in white, with a straight body and clasped hands, he is a young monk with a jade face and a clean face.

Without him, it is the golden and jade monk.

A golden light flashed in the third golden eye between the eyebrows of the golden jade monk, and he swept across the huge cemetery in front of him, showing a complex expression.

He clasped his hands together and performed the Buddha's salute, and said softly, "That's good, good. It's the causal force of fate that imprisoned these dead souls in this cemetery with the shackles of war."

The Jinyu little monk recited the Tathagata Sutra: "Mimi ma ma hum hum..."

After a while, it stopped.

"Although I don't have the ability to save you, I hope you can hear the Tathagata Sutra I sang for you, everything is peaceful and everything comes as it is."

After that, the golden jade monk looked in one direction and said to himself: "What I want to do, I should do it."

His figure was wrapped in a golden light, and he fled towards that direction quickly.

In the middle of the Devil's Cemetery.

Twelve monks from the Golden Buddha Temple were bound by fine iron chains on twelve huge iron pillars.With no sticks in their hands, they are no longer stick monks, but prisoners.

Suddenly, a ball of golden light flew towards him, and the golden light converged, revealing the golden jade monk's body.

When the twelve bound monks saw the golden jade monk, hope of survival lit up in their decadent eyes.

It's just that their mouths were stuffed with rags, so they couldn't speak.

The golden jade monk looked at the twelve bound Golden Buddha Temple disciples, his eyes were moist, and he blamed himself: "It is because of my Jinyu little monk's fault that everyone is suffering here. Please don't worry, I will definitely let everyone suffer." You returned to the Golden Buddha Temple safely."

The golden jade monk did not directly rescue the bound disciples of the Golden Buddha Temple, but said loudly: "Sneakers hiding in the dark, come out."