Resurrection of Shinto

Southwest of Youzhou.

A mountain range stretches to the end of the sky and the earth, like a long dragon, lying on the land of Youzhou, with peaks rising from the ground like giants standing proudly.

The Yanshan Mountains are steep, like a barrier, guarding the southwest of Youzhou from external invasions.

This uninterrupted mountain range has also become a place to hide dirt.

At this time, in a remote location in the depths of the Yanshan Mountains, the Sifang Mountains were so high that a basin was formed.

The formation of the heaven and the earth here is a peculiar place, where the air of the lunar yin converges continuously, and in the long run, this place has become a place of absolute yin.

Now this naturally formed place of absolute shadow has turned into a ghost cave.

Ghostly, horrible.

The ghosts gathered together to form a cloudy cloud, which hovered over the shadowless land, covering up the sunlight in the sky, so that there was never sunshine.

Under the erosion of the Yin Qi, there is no grass growing in this basin, and there is a desolation.

The ghost gas became fog and filled the basin, and the attic hall could be seen vaguely standing here.

Where the sun and strangers have not been seen all the year round, a stranger has ushered in at this moment.

A lieutenant who was wearing armor, slender, and full of ghosts was walking in the forefront, but behind the opponent was a one-armed old man.

Before coming to this ghost cave, the one-armed old man instinctively felt a sense of depression. The ghostly spirit had condensed into mist. In the eyes of the one-armed old man, it seemed to see thousands of ghosts,

They have different images, hanging ghosts, drowning ghosts, headless ghosts and other ghosts, constantly making screams, and staring at the one-armed old man with spiteful eyes, as if to swallow the blood of the one-armed old man.

The school lieutenant stood in front, the ghost mist slowly retreated, and a portal appeared in front.

The school lieutenant stood in front of the door, and his hoarse voice sounded: "The king has been waiting for General Zhao for a long time, and he also invited General Zhao in."

The one-armed old man carried a scimitar and did not say anything. He strode towards the portal in a stride, and after one step, he showed a different scene, no longer a diffuse ghost fog.

What the one-armed old man saw in his eyes was a magnificent palace. In this majestic palace, the one-armed old man gave birth to strangeness and familiarity.

The two dragons on the eaves, with golden scales and golden armor, are alive, seeming to fly away.

After about three or four breaths, the one-armed old man standing in front of a large hall sighed and preached: "King Yan Palace!"

As the one-armed old man walked forward, the forbidden army stationed in front of the main hall looked at the one-armed old man.

The one-armed old man is a stranger, incompatible with the breath of ghosts. The two are like fire and water. When they come to this ghost cave, ghosts continue to attack the one-armed old man.

Even if the one-armed old man has a good cultivation base, his breath still drops. If he lives here for a long time, he will definitely be eroded by ghosts and die.

An **** saw the one-armed old man approaching and shouted in a long voice, "Xuan Zhao stood up and saw him!"

The one-armed old man was solemn and strode into the hall.

The floor is covered with white jade, inlaid with gold beads, and the crystal jade wall is the lamp. The hall is full of luxury and magnificence.

The main hall of the Chinese martial arts stands on both sides of each side, each dressed in official uniforms, holding a wat board in his hands.

In the most central position, sitting a king in a diadem suit and a diadem on his head.

Sitting on a golden chair, there are civil and military clusters on the left and right, and the king's breath is overwhelming, like the world's supreme. Whoever speaks can determine the rise and fall of the world.

The civil and military officials are introverted, with pure and thorough eyes, as if they were not ghosts, but real people alive.

Seeing the one-armed old man walking into the main hall and standing motionless in the main hall, one of the civilian officials immediately took a step and watched the one-armed old man directly speak and preach: "Bold."

"Why don't you kneel when you see the king?"

The one-armed old man ignored the civil official and looked directly at the strong man sitting on the golden chair.

The drooping comb blocked the vision of the one-armed old man. He couldn't see the king's face clearly. The one-armed old man looked straight at the other party and said in a deep voice: "I haven't seen the king for many years."

"Is the minister want to ask the king?"

The one-armed old man did not give the other party a chance to refuse, and continued to speak: "Seven children in Nanling Village, 35 missing in Beiling County, 13 people in Zhuo County..."

"But it's all done by the king?"

The King of Ghosts sat high on the golden chair, moving his eyes slowly, the comb shook, and hit each other, making a crisp sound.

The civil official on the side saw the one-armed old man ignoring him, and once more opened his mouth and scolded: "Zhao Tingli, you dare to question the king."

"It's just some **** food that can die for Dayan. That's why they died well."

The one-armed old man looked at the civil official, looked at this familiar face, and recalled each other's past events in his mind. The gentle and elegant gentleman who treated people like a spring breeze in the past was truly dead.

It was replaced by a ghost with the appearance of a friend.

No wonder ghosts are not tolerated, and they must be killed when they encounter them. The one-armed old man didn't understand before, but now he really understands.

The seven emotions of ghosts are distorted and their temperaments have changed drastically. Although they were humans in the past, they are no longer humans when they die and become ghosts. Their concepts have completely changed.

In their eyes, people are like cattle and sheep, but they are all food to be slaughtered.

The one-armed old man looked at the king sitting on the golden chair, stretched his hands forward, and respectfully bowed to the king three times.

After three prayers, the one-armed old man raised his head again, his calm eyes filled with awe-inspiring, and he spoke in a deep voice: "In the past, the princes and the ministers were congenial, and joined forces to kill Hu, and three hundred righteous men went north to kill Hu."

"What a hero was the King at the time. His heroism shook the world, established Youyunzhai, and spread his banner. The northern heroes rushed to vote first~www.wuxiaspot.com~ and what they did was just to defend their home and country."

"In the past, the king regarded him as a sibling, he did not hesitate to fight blood and suffered trauma, but today he regards it as a **** food. For his own personal interests, he has killed countless people from Youzhou. What is the difference between this behavior and the Huren of the day? ."

Above the hall, there was silence.

The eyes of the one-armed old man flashed with Senhan's murderous intent, and he preached without concealing his murderous intent:

"Yes."

"The former king is dead, but today is only a ghost."

"It's up to the minister to kill these ghosts that slander the king's reputation."

The king, who had been sitting on the golden chair, said nothing. At this moment, looking into the eyes of the one-armed old man, endless gloom was born. The violent ghost spirit beats like a flame, and a tyrannical breath broke out instantly, gloomy. The words resounded: "You are alone!"

"Xiandao is unfinished!"

"I can't help myself!"