True Immortal of the Netherworld

Magic Cemetery.

Countless broken swords stabbed the ground, and the purple ground seemed to be covered in coagulated blood.

White bones, stained armor.

No matter whether it is bones or armor, no one can be found intact. What you can see is the cruelty and decay of the distant battlefield.

High in the sky facing this side of the world, there is a huge purple magic whirlpool hovering. The wind-attributed magic whirlpool rolled slowly, like a huge magic mouth that wanted to swallow everything.

From time to time, the center of the huge magic whirl spurts out purple lightning whips downwards, lashing the land fiercely.

The strong wind blew by, making a horrifying cry, which made people feel like they heard the lamentations on the battlefield tens of thousands of years ago.

A black and simple stone monument, with a corner broken, looks like a weather-beaten man, standing alone on this land, looking at everything with a cold eye.

At this time, the Demon Lord of the Western Region in purple robe came to the cemetery surrounded by a crowd of people.

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 founded still exists and has become a professional assassination organization dedicated to being loyal to the devil.

The small Thousand-Faced Ghost, his small soybean-like eyes have turned amethyst color, which is a side effect of the demonic energy filling his body. As the right envoy of the shadow, he can only stand in the back row.

"Is this the Demon Cemetery? There are too many souls of dead demon soldiers here. I heard them whispering. These guys said they wanted to continue fighting. They are really unrepentant." Thousand-faced Ghost's small ears trembled. Long-term worship of the Seven Evil Ghost Flags gave him the ability to listen to the ghost voices of ghosts.

Yaksha Cangyue, who has a purple eye and a semi-demon body, occupies the position of the Shadow Left Envoy, standing in the front row behind the purple-robed man.

"All those buried in this cemetery are demon warriors. As a warrior, you should be respected for giving your life on the battlefield, no matter what your position is." Yasha Cangyue looked at everything in front of her in awe.

Qingshui Man, who had a ginger nose and wore a wide robe, held his puppet Blood Monk by the hand, and secretly transmitted the message: "My dearest Blood Monk brother, I have been here for such a long time, and I have not been here for so long. Let you take a sip of fresh soul blood, I know you must be thirsty. But there are all dead people in this cemetery, and there is no living person for you to drink soul blood."

Mr. Qingshui glanced at the people around him and cursed: "Tsk, tsk, I can't afford to offend these living old masters. As long as you and me, the blood monk brother, are together, we will become stronger and stronger. When we are invincible On this day, I will kill whoever I want, drink the blood of whoever I want, and be an upright evil cultivator. No, let’s be two upright evil cultivators together.”

Blood flashed in the blood monk's eyes, and his red cassock fluttered slightly. He seemed to understand everything the Qingshui people were saying.

Immediately to the left of Qingshui Man is a tall iron corpse madman with an iron coffin on his back and an iron mask on his head.

"What a shocking battlefield relic. This is the largest cemetery I have ever seen. These people are so pitiful. They didn't even have a coffin after their death." The iron corpse madman patted the iron coffin behind him with his hand.

After that, he stretched out ten fingers and turned around, sweating profusely and looking sad, and said: "How many people are buried here? I will never be able to count them in my lifetime."

In fact, the Iron Corpse Maniac, who was born unable to count, could only count to ten.

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

Under the training of the purple-robed man, the physical and mental abilities of these shadow people have improved like breaking through bottlenecks.

The man in purple robe came to the stone tablet.

He looked up at the bare stone monument, then shot a magic spell with one hand and landed on the surface of the stone monument.

The stone tablet flashed with purple light, and the originally empty surface showed rows of hidden Yuanmo characters.

The man in purple robe stared at the words for a long time before saying: "Thirty thousand years ago, the man from the Yuan Demon Realm

Here, the demon soldiers and demon generals had a fierce battle with other races. One hundred thousand Yuan Demon soldiers will fight to the death with millions of opponents. Not one of them retreated, and not one of them survived. They remain on this land forever. They are the most fearless warriors, and their power is the power of the Yuan Demon that we believe in. "

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

"Purple blood does not coagulate, the demon is eternal, and the demon world is immortal!" Someone shouted from behind the purple-robed man.

"Purple blood does not coagulate, Yuan Demon is eternal, and the Demon Realm is immortal!" Then a group of people raised their arms and shouted slogans in unison.

The millions of pores on each person's body stood up, as if they were on a battlefield.

The man in purple robe waved his hand, and the scene became quiet.

"It was this war that spread the belief in Yuan Demon to the Western Regions of Zhongyuan Realm, and gave rise to the great Demon Clan of the Western Regions. It gave the people of the Western Regions an invincible spirit and strength. Fighting, only fighting , can we become the masters of this world..."

The man in purple robe spoke impassionedly for a long time. He touched the Yuanmo text engraved on the stone tablet with his hand, and his eyes were filled with faith.

The man in purple robe 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 embroidered on his sleeves immediately responded respectfully: "Master Demon Lord, those monks are locked in the dungeon in the cemetery, added with three seals, and guarded in turns for twelve hours."

The purple-robed man said: "During the time when our Western Region Demon Clan reappeared in the Zhongyuan Realm, we did not take the initiative to provoke any fight with the Northern Region Human Race. On the contrary, those bald heads in the Golden Buddha Temple shamelessly held high the demon-slaying banner. Intruding on the Demon Blood Peak, my demon clan’s holy land.

The battle at Demon Blood Peak not only injured our Third Demon Lord, but also lost hundreds of demon soldiers and two third-level demon generals. Every demon soldier and general is a citizen of the Western Region and is my brother. "

The man in purple robe showed pain: "This makes me very heartbroken and hurts morale."

The tribe elder said: "According to subsequent battlefield reports, the person who injured the Three Demon Lords was the Golden Jade Saint of the Golden Buddha Temple. What is incomprehensible is that after the fight between the Golden Jade Saint and the Three Demon Lords, there was an additional person beside him. The magic gun was too overbearing, and most of our people died under the magic gun. After that, the body of Jinyu Saint Son showed demonic characteristics. He has been removed from the Golden Buddha Temple and is wanted. List of Evil Gods."

The man in purple robe thought for a while and said: "Demon Blood Peak, according to legend, was transformed by the Demon Spear from the Yuan Demon Realm. There is only one possibility for the Golden Jade Saint to be helped by the Demon Spear. That is that the Golden Jade Saint is born with demon roots in his body. . It is recorded in the ancient secrets of the Purple Lion family that people born with demonic roots are the reincarnation of the God of War in the Yuan Demon Realm. "

The tribe elder said: "The injuries of the three demon lords are serious. The witch doctor who participated in the treatment said that due to their special physiques, ordinary people can recover in a month from injuries that would require ordinary people to stay in bed for several years."

The purple-robed man nodded and said: "The Three Demon Lords are the top warriors among our demon clan in the Western Region. They will not fall easily."

The purple-robed man exhaled and said: "Thousands of years ago, the high priest Zi Qiluo used the magic of usurping fate to predict that we would win, so I took the risk to concentrate all the power of the Western Region to launch a war with the people of the Northern Region. In fact, Even if we don't initiate a war, the Northern Territory humans will take the initiative. At that time, the conflict between the two sides has reached its extreme. At that time, our Yuanmo belief had already left the Western Territory and began to spread on a large scale in the Northern Territory, even in the Southern Territory. People choose to believe in the Yuan 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 war between humans and demons is that both sides suffer. In fact, our losses are even more unbearable. The population base of our Western Region is far less than that of the Northern Region. Especially during the war, the entire Western World was sealed for thousands of years by the Great Movement Formation set up by the four major sects in the Northern Territory.

For thousands of years, the sealed Western Region has developed slowly due to trade barriers and lack of materials. Although the population has recovered a lot

, but still less than 50% of what it was a thousand years ago.

After the return of the Western Region, the four major sects in the Northern Region led a group of human sects, large and small, to expand their troops and prepare for war, but we were unable to produce enough combat power to fight against them. But they had to prepare for the coming of war. "

The tribe elders quickly said: "According to the instructions of the Lord Demon, we have recruited soldiers from all the mortal countries in the Western Region. Using the Demon Spirit Pill as a guide, coupled with the Demon Spirit Ceremony, ordinary mortals can become fearless Demon Warriors. As of yesterday , has successfully recruited 6,287 troops."

The man in purple robe nodded and said: "Elder Lion, I always trust you in your work. 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 will I'm going to starve to death."

The purple-robed man turned to look at the Thousand-faced Ghost and said in a serious tone: "Shadow Envoy, is the war soul plan you mentioned really feasible?"

Thousand-faced Ghost patted his chest and said: "I swear in the name of the Seven Evil Ghost Banners that the war soul plan is the most powerful war plan. With the one hundred thousand war souls in the Demon Land Cemetery, one hundred thousand can be resurrected The strongest warrior. The resurrection of the war soul requires the infusion of a powerful and pure magic source, and the Demon Blood Peak is the best place for the demon source. But to activate the demon source on the Demon Blood Peak, one needs to be born with demon roots. Matchmaker."

After the Thousand Faced Ghost finished speaking, he secretly glanced at Qingshui Ren behind him.

The man on the side, Qing Shui Shui, quickly took two steps forward and said respectfully: "Coupled with the blessing of my talisman weapon skills, if the war soul plan succeeds, the Demon Lord will have a hundred thousand immortal demon soldiers, and the Western Region will be invincible. exist."

The purple-robed man nodded first, then he looked up at the huge magic whirlpool in the sky and said: "Perhaps all this is God's will. In the dark, the God of Yuan Demon is always protecting the Western Region. The matchmaker needed for the War Soul Plan, On the way here."

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

…

At night, the Demon Cemetery.

The silver hook in the sky casts cold light, and the broken swords on the ground flashed sharply in the darkness.

Whoosh——

In the dark night, a white figure appeared on the edge of the Demon Cemetery.

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

Without him, he is just the golden little monk.

The third golden eye between the golden and jade monk's brows flashed golden light, scanning the huge cemetery in front of him, with a complicated look on his face.

He put his hands together in Buddhist salute and said softly: "Good, good. It is the power of fate and cause and effect that imprisons these dead souls in this cemetery with the shackles of war."

The little golden jade monk recited the Tathagata Sutra: "Mimi mamma 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 that I sing for you. Everything will be peaceful and everything will come as it is."

After that, the golden jade monk looked in one direction and said to himself: "It's time to do what I want to do."

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

In the middle of the Demon Cemetery.

Twelve monks from the Golden Buddha Temple are bound with fine iron chains on twelve huge iron pillars. Without sticks in their hands, they are no longer monks with sticks, but have become prisoners.

Suddenly, a ball of golden light flew over, and the golden light converged, revealing the true form of the golden monk.

When the twelve tied monks saw the golden monk, their decadent eyes lit up with the hope of survival.

But their mouths were stuffed with rags, and they were unable to speak.

The golden jade young monk looked at the twelve bound Golden Buddha Temple disciples, his eyes flashed with moisture, and he blamed himself: "It is because of my golden jade young monk's fault that everyone is suffering here. Please don't worry, I will definitely let you You return to the Golden Buddha Temple safely."

The Golden Jade Monk did not directly rescue the bound Golden Buddha Temple disciples, but said loudly: "Sneaky ones hiding in the dark, come out."