V3.Chapter 68

The ghost gate opens on July 15. According to the ancient Chinese legend, every year on July 15, the ghost gate opens, giving the suffering ghosts in hell a chance to let go of their obsession.

But in the cultivation world, we know that the so-called hell is actually the nether world. When the ghost door is opened every year, it's not for the good of the ghost, but because of some connection between the two planes, it's a bridge built automatically.

Although Li Fan and others have heard of the custom of Ghost Festival before, they have never seen the ghost door open.

By July 15, the atmosphere in the air was even more strange. It seems that the top of the moon, are some cage on a layer of hazy fog, it seems a bit gloomy.

When the time was approaching twelve o'clock, almost all the practitioners concentrated in front of the gate of Fengdu ghost city. With the moon moving in the sky, they reached the top of Fengdu ghost city. It's like a cool light directly over the gate of the ghost city. The air also seems to be rippling layer upon layer.

A sound of something or nothing reverberates in people's ears, but they don't know where it comes from. In front of the gate of the ghost city, the air is like a whirling grip, flowing slowly. Just in the blink of an eye, an illusory gate with a height of more than 10 meters and a width of nearly 100 meters was formed.

Accompanied by a tremor in the air, the closed door opened slowly. Although it didn't make a sound, the bottom of people's hearts seemed to resound with a roar.

"Oh, the ghost door is open." Yang Qinghua looked at the open door and whispered.

In a short time, from the open door, the first thing is to rush out a piece of vigorous fog, which makes the whole Fengdu ghost town fall into a hazy state. The distance of three or four meters is invisible.

But the ghost door opened, only to see countless fog, but did not see a ghost. Li Fan didn't know the reason, but the practitioners around him began to have a low voice of doubt.

In the past, every time the ghost door was opened, there would be some guards. To put it bluntly, they would handle the ghost door and issue some pass orders to the ghosts. To put it bluntly, they would prevent the ghosts from going to the netherworld within the specified time.

But this time, the ghost door opened for a few minutes, except for the fog gradually weakened, but did not see a shadow.

"It's really weird today." Wu Qishan's eyes fixed on the ghost gate, whispered to Yang Qinghua beside him.

Just as Yang Qinghua nodded slightly, there were bursts of shrill voices in the ghost door, as if thousands of ghosts were calling, and bursts of harsh voices came into people's ears.

"Be careful, there's a ghost coming out." Yang Qinghua's face suddenly general, the body is also suddenly tight up.

All the practitioners around are old-fashioned people. When they hear Yang Qinghua's words, they are all on guard. Among them, the practitioners are the Taoist of Maoshan and the master of Tianshi mansion. To put it bluntly, the annual Ghost Festival is actually an informal gathering of the whole Chinese practitioners.

Sure enough, with the shrill sound of the ghost door fading away, there was a dull sound of stepping on the ground, and the whole ground vibrated.

This kind of tremor is absolutely the sound that thousands or even tens of thousands of people will make just after stepping down. Among them, there are some people calling for horse howling.

Just between the people's attention and vigilance, a figure suddenly appeared in the ghost door. After that figure appeared, more and more figures broke through the heavy fog and showed up in the eyes of the people.

It was formal and solemn. In the eyes of many people, the front ones are all terracotta warriors and horses with armor on their backs and long guns in their hands. Sometimes there are some soldiers sitting on the carriage. Although these soldiers look like the terracotta warriors and horses in the Qin mausoleum, they can be seen in the eyes of the practitioners. These terracotta warriors and horses were all made into terracotta warriors and horses before they died, and their souls were firmly trapped in them.

Only Ying Zheng knew how to make terracotta warriors. The appearance of these terracotta warriors and horses is indeed evidence of this ghost festival, and indeed of Shui Ying Zheng's intention to invade the main material world.

"These, these things, terracotta warriors and horses." I didn't know that the practitioner beside me opened his mouth, and those practitioners who couldn't see behind him suddenly made a sound of light breathing.

In the secular world, the terracotta warriors are handed down as ancient treasure culture, but in the eyes of these practitioners, it is clear that these terracotta warriors are only part of Ying Zheng's plan.

This is also the reason why the Qin mausoleum was discovered by Huaxia for a long time, but it was not excavated for a long time. The terracotta warriors and horses in the pit are only semi-finished products. In Ying Zheng's mausoleum, there are countless real terracotta warriors and horses. If the terracotta warriors and horses were rebuilt, it would cause great panic.

When people were a little surprised, there was a slight sound coming from the ghost door. As if I had heard some command, the terracotta warriors and horses in the ghost gate immediately stepped forward after the sound. In a moment, they changed into an arrow shape, like a sharp knife about to be inserted into each other's heart. It's pouring out.

"Be careful, they're coming." I don't know who yelled. Almost all the practitioners showed their equipment in this moment.

The situation in the cupboard door clearly makes it clear to practitioners that this ghost festival is not ordinary, and the presence of these terracotta warriors and horses here is also a clear intention to attack China.

Originally, there was some cold sky, which was dyed with a touch of gorgeous color in a flash. Countless techniques and spiritual breath interweave the sky with a bright color. The great power of loading together. Surging towards the rushing out of the terracotta warriors and horses.

The moment these terracotta warriors rushed out, they also put up their spears and made a loud noise. The speed suddenly increases.

Almost instantly, countless spiritual powers collided with these terra cotta warriors and horses. In an instant, countless fragments, countless spears and stone fragments were flying all over the sky, and the spirit breath ran everywhere.

Although the power of this cultivator is very strong, the terracotta warriors and horses rushing out of the ghost gate seem to be merciless and inexhaustible. Just after the destruction of the terracotta warriors and horses that rushed out before, new forces immediately rushed out of the ghost gate.

Let these practices fall into this kind of passive situation for a while. At this moment, if the practitioners stop attacking or slow down, they will be drowned by the tide of terracotta warriors and horses. If it continues like this, who knows how much of Ying Zheng's Terracotta Warriors and horses are. It's the cultivator who will lose if this kind of consumption continues.

And judging from the current situation, although there are a large number of terracotta warriors and horses, they are not very powerful. Even the most common attack can wipe out these terracotta warriors and horses. These terracotta warriors and horses, like cannon fodder, are specially used to consume the power of these practitioners.

"No, we are trapped by Ying Zheng." Yang Qinghua reacted for the first time and said in a low voice, "these are just the lowest terracotta warriors and horses. It seems that Ying Zheng intends to use these cannon fodder to consume our strength, and then the real assistants will appear."

"What should we do? If we stop now, these terracotta warriors will rush out immediately, and then we have no chance at all. They will only get more and more. " Wu Qishan asked standing beside Yang Qinghua.

At the moment, the practitioners standing in Fengdu ghost town look endless, but in fact, only about a thousand people can really be used. Although the number seems to be quite large, it's really not enough to see the terracotta warriors and horses in Mianyang.

Two people just said words, the side is suddenly lit up a dazzling light. A loud voice resounded through the sky.

"In my name, the sky is full of thunder."

Voice down, there was a trace of the moon in the sky, in a flash is all over the black clouds, bursts of thunder resounded through the sky, and then is a road like a thousand years old tree general thunder, straight down from the sky. Straight in front of the ghost door.

Originally, the terracotta warriors and horses were still surging like a tide. Under this kind of thunder, they dissipated like flying dust. Taking advantage of this stop, the practitioners also took a breath. At this time, Li Fanfang turned his head and looked in the direction of the voice. He saw a thin old man, about 50 years old, floating in the air. In his hand, he was holding a long black and shining sword, which pointed to the sky and stirred the thunder in the sky.

Huanghuang sky thunder has lasted for more than ten minutes, blowing the whole ghost door in front of a piece of smoke. No more terracotta warriors and horses. And the old man in the middle of the sky is also pale now. It is obvious that he has just aroused Tianlei, which also consumes a lot.

When many practitioners breathed a sigh of relief, in the smoke of the ghost door, they suddenly stabbed a touch of light and rushed straight to the old man in the air.

"Up. Demons and monsters also want to sneak attack. " Although the old man's face was pale, his reaction was still quick. The sword in his hand also drew a circle and stabbed straight in the direction of Jingguang.

There was only a tinkle. There was a spark in the air, but the old man's body flew upside down and spewed out a mouthful of blood in the air. Fall on the dust. The sword is also inserted in the side of the land, buzzing.

"What ghost dare to attack?" Seeing that the old man was injured, many practitioners who had gasped for breath gave out a roar and glared at the direction of the ghost gate.

A sound of steady steps came slowly from the ghost door. Because of the dust, it was hard to see the face of the visitors. Just from the dust, see a touch of gold flickering from time to time.

"I'm the ghost General of the nether world, Wang Jian." Voice came, a straight figure appeared in the eyes of everyone.

Wearing armor, holding a silver sword. He walked steadily, and his face was white, not like a ghost. But it's like a pretty general.

"Wang Jian?" A cry of surprise came“ Why are you in the underworld

Most of the practitioners present are familiar with historical records. Wang Jian was a famous general in the history of Qin Dynasty, and his reputation was no longer in vain. But according to historical records, Wang Jian eventually returned home. To a good end. Now it appears in this ghost gate. Obviously, the twists and turns are self-evident.

"You people are trying to block the revival of the Qin Dynasty. It's beyond our capacity. " But Wang Jian didn't care about many practitioners in front of him. He just walked forward and walked out of the ghost door“ Do you think you are a descendant of China One of the practitioners behind Li Fan, who was white in hair and hair, scolded angrily. Wang Jian had a sword flower in his hand. Pointing directly at the old man who just opened his mouth, he said, "less nonsense. You people have occupied this big world for a long time. Why can't we be the masters of this land if you can be the masters of this land?"“ It's just a ghost. It's also called a person. " The old man glared and scolded angrily. Wang Jian laughs, but he doesn't get angry. He just looks at the old man and says, "the law of the jungle, it's useless to say more." With that, the sword in his hand is like a dragon on the sea, as if he suddenly stepped out of the space and stabbed the old man in the face.