Volume 2: The Great Tribulation of the Lich Chapter 181 Hongyun: Mingyu, you don’t even let ghosts go?
The spirit of Wangchuan looked indifferent, with his hands clasped together.
The water of the Yellow Spring River is rushing and the surging waves are constantly corroding the void; the wronged souls and evil spirits are howling and roaring, and the shrill and fierce sound waves permeate the ten directions of space.
“Tsk, that’s unpleasant!” Mingyu shook his head to calm himself.
The Taoist robe flutters, the sun and moon diagram opens, and the Yin-Yang sword rises!
The sun and the moon rise and the sword energy is like a rainbow. The big sun combines with the yang energy, and its power is vast and boundless, extremely strong; the bright moon combines with the yin energy, and its power is bright and dark, and ever-changing.
The erosive force of the Yellow Spring River was shaken by the sun and the moon, and separated by Yin and Yang; the wronged souls were hard to disperse, but could not withstand the mighty sun and bright moon; the evil spirits were hard to deal with, but could not withstand the strangulation of the Yin and Yang sword energy!
"open!"
With a low shout, flowers bloomed all over the sky.
When the water of the Yellow Spring erodes the void and is blocked, the bright and colorful flowers gather into an endless sea of flowers. The blood flowers contain vitality, and the Yellow Spring contains death. Life and death are extremely terrifying.
Mingyu looked at the spirit of Wangchuan in front of her with a very disgusted look, feeling somewhat disgusted.
"Peach Blossom Eyes, I said you are destined to have peach blossoms!" Mingyu untied the red string of marriage and seriously tied a heart-locking knot.
"Buzz~"
Mingyu pulled it casually, and the red silk thread became tight, making a buzzing sound. It seemed that the knot was tied very tightly!
The Spirit of Wangchuan frowned, his peach blossom eyes showing a hint of doubt. He knew what this Taoist in front of him was up to!
“Huh~~”
The prelude to spring was played by Mingyu, and even the underworld could not stop the power of Lichun from being exerted at this moment.
The gloomy purgatory is blowing with spring breeze, ripples appear in the void, time is disordered and space is distorted, it is the place where ghosts and souls remain, full of death and murderous aura, but at this moment it is showing vitality!
"Peach Blossom Eyes, let me tell you, the beginning of spring is the beginning of the year, when everything starts to flourish; and the thread in my hand controls the relationship between heaven and earth."
Mingyu was playing with the thread of marriage in her hand and talking idly, completely ignoring the murderous intent of the spirit of Wangchuan.
"So, when spring comes, life comes, and when life comes, love comes with it."
Wherever his sword pointed, the fields were clear and blue, with green waves rolling up and down, flowers blooming beautifully, and the vitality was mixed with a misty and decadent breath.
"There's a saying that goes, when spring comes, all things start mating."
Mingyu licked her lips and smiled a bit devilishly: "Although you are a soul, and most likely have no gender, you should also belong to the myriad categories!
You've been a ghost for so many years, are you lonely? How about I give you a big gift?"
“Stop it!”
The red spider lily seal on the forehead of Wangchuan Spirit was replaced by Mingyu's Daolian seal.
The breath of Ji fluctuates violently, and the water of the Yellow Spring River surges and rises with the playing of the prelude of spring; the power of the Beginning of Spring stirs up the wind and clouds, and the flowers on the other side bloom to their utmost and finally wither.
But before it could recover, it was forced to bloom again.
On the banks of the Yellow Springs River, the flowers on the other side bloom and fade, fade and bloom. When the flowers bloom, the leaves are not visible, and when the leaves are visible, the flowers do not bloom!
The water and the flowers are restless, and the spirit of Wangchuan is even more restless. Zhi's heart surges higher and higher, and the lotus between his eyebrows blooms to its fullest. His pale thin lips are as red as blood, and his peach blossom eyes are blurred.
Maybe the noise here was too loud. Hongyun, who was in the middle of a fierce battle , took a look and couldn't help twitching the corners of his mouth.
"You don't even let ghosts go, Mingyu, behave yourself!"
If you can stir up love among souls and spirits, what can't you do?
Zhen Yuanzi, who was trying to break the ban, also felt that it was a bit outrageous, shook his head and sighed:
“Young people really know how to have fun!”
The spirit of Wangchuan was tormented to the point of wanting to become an immortal or die. The red thread of marriage had locked him in place. The prelude of spring was tormenting him. His whole body was filled with lust, but it was difficult to vent it. His figure was becoming increasingly faint, as if it would be blown away by the wind.
"You deserve to die, damn it!"
The voice was suppressed but filled with painful madness.
The water of the Yellow Springs River was angry and resentful, violently beating the underworld on both sides, stirring up thousands of feet of waves that eroded the void, and the howlings of the remaining souls and resentful spirits became even more miserable.
"Don't say that. The last person who said that was hit hard by my sword!" Mingyu took out the Three Lives Stone, held it in his hand and looked at it carefully.
In the Taoist stone, a vague figure stood in the void, it was the spirit of Wangchuan; the scene changed, illuminating the previous life , where trickles of water converged into the Yellow Springs, drawing countless souls into the river, which flowed straight ahead without stopping.
One day, a dreamy woman passed by Huangquan, threw down a small red flower and turned away. The flower fell, and the flowers bloomed endlessly, from one side of Huangquan to the other side, gorgeous and extremely prosperous.
Among the shadows, the dreamy woman seemed to stop for a moment. She looked back, and her gaze passed through time, through the long river of years, and fell directly on Mingyu.
"It turns out that the real treasure is in your possession!"
The sound is ethereal and interesting.
“Bang!”
The picture was shattered, Mingyu felt as if he had been hit by a bolt of lightning, his three souls and seven spirits were shaken and he felt dizzy, and two streams of blood flowed out of his nose.
"I……"
Mingyu covered her forehead which felt like it was exploding with pain, and she wanted to cry but had no tears.
Just with this one glance, my soul was almost hooked away!
I just want to see who , what’s the big deal?
Although the spirit of Wangchuan didn't know what had happened, the power acting on him had been reduced by half, so he seized the opportunity to break free from the restraints, turned into a faint light, and plunged into the water of the Yellow Spring River.
The water of the Yellow Springs River suddenly flowed backwards, and the flowers of the other shore that bloomed all over the void withered rapidly , and in the blink of an eye they retreated back into the endless underworld.
Seeing the spirit of Wangchuan run away in the blink of an eye, Mingyu felt deeply regretful and shouted to the retreating endless darkness: "Next time I must build a bridge on you, and see where you can run to!"
He was determined to build the Naihe Bridge and then suppress Zhi underneath it!
Thinking of that look just now, Mingyu felt depressed. Why did she feel like this trip to the Netherworld was a mistake?
It’s only been a short time, and I’ve already been framed and targeted by some unknown entity.
My luck has always been good, when did I become so unlucky? This is unreasonable!
"Mingyu, you did a good job!" Minghe came to Mingyu and praised.
His killing sword was incomparable, and his bloody evil killed endless people. The Red-haired Ghost King was chopped to death, and his companions had been burned to death in the red lotus fire.
Mingyu turned her gaze to Minghe, and seeing how brave he was, she immediately understood, and her eyes were filled with resentment.
"Senior~~I feel so wronged!"
The Ghost Ancestor’s aura was as abyssal and as terrifying as a prison.
He saw that all the ghosts were captured by the red cloud, the spirit of Wangchuan who was invited also ran away, and one of the two ghost kings was killed by the Styx, so he took out a bell.
Bells rang, the underworld trembled, and dark auras from all directions rolled in like tides, as if some ancient giant beast was hiding in the darkness.
“Huh~~”
The Red-haired Ghost King who had escaped rushed back again. He was completely mad. The last bit of rationality in his eyes was gone, emitting a black luster.
“Roar~”
“Ah~”
In the darkness, there were pairs of scarlet eyes, looking extremely creepy!
