Chapter 656: Opening the Netherworld
Chapter 656: Opening the Netherworld
Not only was the Zhou family unaware, but even when Hu Ma first entered the Netherworld, he himself didn't know.
He was a standard Mansion Guarding New Year practitioner, with advanced Dharma skills and a solid foundation. But after just a few days of practice, he had already defeated Zhou Jia's fourth miss and swallowed the jade vessel in her hand. His confidence soared, and he felt he had taken several leaps forward.
Following the guidance of Long Jing Senior, he suddenly gained access to numerous Purple Great Guardians. What great benefits did these bring?
These Purple Great Guardians were genuine; the wealthy Zhang family wouldn't dare use fakes, lest Long Jing Master see through them and refuse to cooperate, attracting other malevolent spirits.
Of course, there was also the reason that the Purple Great Guardians were produced by the Meng family, and the Zhang family didn't mind using them.
After enjoying so many Purple Great Guardians, could he be considered to have ascended?
Hu Ma didn't really care anymore. With the blessing of so many Purple Great Guardians, his two and a half Life Incense had turned purple, and the strength of his Life Spirit Temple was unprecedented. He only felt that the gap between entering the mansion and ascending had become severely blurred.
With such a foundation and standing on this solid ground, how powerful could he be? Hu Ma couldn't say, but he felt that even twice as many of these ant-like small ghosts wouldn't be enough to contend with.
"What a demonic talent!"
At that moment, as Hu Ma faced the surging vengeful souls without retreating an inch, a single divine form blocked countless malevolent ghosts. The leaders of the Meng and Zhang families also had solemn expressions: "Only a malevolent spirit from the depths of hell could possess such abilities!"
"At least these small ghosts don't cost a thing to summon..."
The Meng family patriarch narrowed his eyes, staring at the ground beneath Hu Ma's feet, and said grimly, "His abilities are indeed formidable, but it won't be difficult to deal with him. The tricky part is the place beneath his feet."
"The malevolent spirit is indeed a demonic talent. My Meng family worked tirelessly for many years, spending so much effort and using countless Purple Great Guardians, to create this blessed land in the City of the Wrongly Dead. But after a few steps from that malevolent spirit, it became theirs."
"Third Lord, don't hesitate to break his Dharma. As long as you make the New Year Guardian leave that place, I'll capture that child and bring him to you with a wave of my hand."
"..."
"This..."
At this point, the Zhang family patriarch was somewhat conflicted. After a moment of silence, he spoke in a low voice, "He's stayed in my Zhang family for too long. Although we've been cautious, he's still learned quite a bit from us..."
"In terms of the Ten Gates Destiny Law, there aren't many who surpass him..."
"..."
The Meng family patriarch was surprised. "Not even you?"
The Zhang family's Third Lord had an even more embarrassed expression and whispered, "In my Zhang family, we rarely practice the Dharma ourselves."
Seeing the strange look in the Meng family patriarch's eyes, he suddenly let out a cold laugh and said, "But my Zhang family guards the earth pulse, suppressing the world's fortune. The Head Culprit Clan, no matter how many capable people they have, cannot borrow power from the earth pulse. What waves can they create without that?"
"Your Meng family has many capable people. Since they're already trapped here, what's the difficulty in capturing the two of them?"
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At the same time, as Hu Ma single-handedly blocked the invasion of countless malevolent ghosts, Long Jing Master arrived at a Spirit Summoning Platform. He slowly took out three Life Incense, a straw figure, a bag of incense, and seven talismans covered in intricate lines.
These were all ordinary objects, and in the past twenty years, the Zhang family had kept a close eye on him, thinking he couldn't access too many good things.
He raised his head and looked around, and everything was already within his grasp.
A faint cold ridicule appeared on his face: "So, to guard against me, you didn't truly connect with the earth pulse, and thus couldn't borrow its power on this platform?"
He looked towards the Dharmic Boat in the hazy void ahead, and he seemed to vaguely see the shadow of the Zhang family's Third Lord. But on his face was an expression of disdain: "So-called 'noble ones', this is all they amount to."
"In this world, I've only seen foolish and demonic disciples, but their abilities are admirable. The Head Culprit Clan, connecting heaven and earth, understanding yin and yang, is an extraordinary skill."
"But in the end, because the ten earth pulses are in the hands of the Zhang family, the Head Culprit Clan of the world has to call this group of outsiders 'ancestors'. It's simply the biggest joke in the world..."
"..."
As he spoke, he swept his wide sleeves, and the straw figure on his body suddenly grew and stood up.
Then, holding the three Life Incense, he turned and bowed to the four directions, inserting them into the Spirit Summoning Platform. With a wave of his hand, he affixed a talisman onto the straw figure.
"Today, I'll let the Zhang family see the abilities of the Head Culprit Clan!"
"..."
As he spoke, he turned around, holding the incense powder. He quickly scattered it on the ground, forming a talisman pattern. Then, facing the straw figure, or rather, the talisman on the straw figure, he raised his hands high and bowed deeply.
In an instant, countless stones and patterns on the Spirit Summoning Platform below began to rotate, releasing strands of purple qi that spread out in all directions.
"Something's not right!"
Above, the Zhang and Meng families, although they saw Hu Ma's ferocity in holding back the surging vengeful ghosts, were not alarmed. They all knew that the Spirit Summoning Platform was just an empty frame.
As the changes on the Spirit Summoning Platform unfolded, an idea formed in his mind, causing his expression to change abruptly, and he cried out, "How is he casting this spell?"
"Impossible..."
The Third Elder of the Zhang family also witnessed this, and his heart trembled with fear, "The Earth Pulse hasn't been drawn down..."
Before he could finish his sentence, Long Jing Senior bowed once, then rose, and in an instant, he stepped on the trigram, wrote in the air with empty hands, and with a hint of purple intent on his fingertips, he summoned vengeful wind malevolent energy from all directions, causing the entire City of the Wrongly Dead to tremble.
The City of the Wrongly Dead was filled with countless vengeful spirits and malevolent ghosts that had accumulated over hundreds of years, a scale beyond description.
Even with the Meng family borrowing the power of their ancestors, they could only create a living realm, a place to enjoy their blessings, but they couldn't truly claim the City of the Wrongly Dead as their own.
However, grievances have their source, and debts have their owner. The vengeful ghosts in the City of the Wrongly Dead were usually well-behaved, but now, for some unknown reason, as Long Jing Senior wrote in the air, they gradually awakened.
The unimaginable vengeful energy surged, and in an instant, it gathered from all directions towards the Spirit Summoning Platform.
At this pinnacle moment, Long Jing Senior's face turned grim, "Vengeful ghosts guard the City of the Wrongly Dead, and unless they disperse, their grievances will never be resolved. I, too, am a vengeful ghost, having lived twenty extra years. I'll borrow your vengeful energy to open a path for the vengeful ghosts of this city!"
His voice grew deeper, and his face turned sinister. As he finished speaking, he waved his wide sleeves.
The straw figure's head, with a talisman stuck to it, suddenly caught fire. It was just a foot-long yellow talisman, but the fire grew stronger, black smoke billowed, and the paper burned, leaving behind intricate lines.
As he performed his rituals and incantations on the platform, the unwilling vengeful ghosts within the City of the Wrongly Dead also began to awaken, as if influenced by Long Jing Senior's spell. The long-suppressed pain and grievances inside them erupted.
Boom!
Deep within the City of the Wrongly Dead, countless massive dark shadows of malevolent ghosts were awakened. In the hazy ghostly mist, towering ghostly figures appeared, bowing towards the direction of the Spirit Summoning Platform.
Even the Hu Ma, who was forced to confront the elder, momentarily forgot about him, turned their heads, and cried out, bowing towards Long Jing Senior.
As the countless vengeful ghosts reacted, the talisman Long Jing Senior had bowed to also burned more intensely, layer by layer, enveloped in an indescribable terror of vengeful energy, all concentrated on this talisman that was almost completely burned.
"That is..."
At this moment, even Hu Ma, who was protecting Long Jing Senior, turned around, his face changing drastically, feeling his heart palpitating.
He now understood that the seven arrows Long Jing Senior mentioned weren't literal arrows but malevolent arrows, General Malevolence.
Borrowing malevolence to form arrows, harming people's fate.
However, the level of General Malevolence was beyond imagination. The more evil the place, the easier it was to form such arrows, but in this world, no place could be more evil than the City of the Wrongly Dead. Wherever these arrows were shot, death was certain.
"Ah!"
Even the Third Elder of the Zhang family, who had been issuing threats on the wooden boat, suddenly turned pale, raising his sleeve to cover his face, fearing the arrow would target him.
But this defense was futile, as the ghosts bowed, and malevolent energy surged, Long Jing Senior waved his wide sleeves, and in an instant, the black smoke from the talisman, carrying endless vengeful energy, transformed into a faint arrow, shooting out from the Spirit Summoning Platform.
The arrow flew faster and faster, carrying an extremely terrifying aura that pierced through the Netherworld, like a sharp arrow, shooting towards the Yang World.
In the bright daylight, in the land of the living, the three intertwined bridges led to the Dragon Eye of Gongzhou. There was a vast estate of thousands of acres, surrounded by numerous cities and manors, belonging to the Zhang family.
Hanging above the gate, adorned with countless copper nails, the door lintel, having been infused with countless incense offerings, suddenly shattered under an invisible force, scattering wood chips into the mud.
It seemed that all tangible and intangible powers converged at this point, influencing each other.
Although it was just a door lintel that shattered, at this moment, within the ancient estate, the ancestral hall, where countless memorial tablets of ancestors were enshrined, suddenly shook, causing the tablets to fall and crack. Inside the mansion, water jars and porcelain cracked simultaneously.
In broad daylight, ghostly wails echoed, and children under six years old, as well as cats, dogs, and other animals, cried and ran amok, their ferocity unleashed as they bit and scratched.
The Zhang family members, regardless of what they were doing, felt a sudden pain in their foreheads, and their expressions became dazed.
When they opened their eyes again, they saw the world shrouded in a layer of blood-red, feeling everything had become unfamiliar, and the sky seemed to lower, pressing down on their faces.
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"This is bad..."
As countless ghosts bowed and an arrow shot towards the Yang World, with silence above and below, the Third Elder of the Zhang family, still with his sleeves covering his face, suddenly realized something and cried out, "He's opening the sky for the Netherworld!"
(End of Chapter)
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