Chapter 399: Purple Mansion Is Finally Completed, Qi Yuan's New Ability

A stroke moves.

The breath of life and death wanders at the tip of the brush. As the brush moves, black and gray, red and white alternate between the strokes.

The strange painter is very serious and paints with his life.

From the Jade Girl, she has learned that the Blood-Robed Sword God is not an ordinary person.

The Jade Girl also knows a thing or two about what she did for the Blood-Robed Sword God.

The Jade Girl asked her to do it well, and said that the Blood-Robed Sword God should be refining a magic weapon related to the underworld.

But the ambition of the Blood-Robed Sword God can be clearly felt in the conversation between the strange painter and Qi Qi, as well as the powerful people in the underworld.

It is not just about refining magic weapons.

But it is really about building a mythical underworld.

When she heard this, the Jade Girl laughed dumbly.

"The real underworld dare not even say that it can reach the realm of great truth, it is just a legend."

After all, a Yangshen Tianzun in the realm of great truth, generally speaking, only controls a great truth.

And if you want to build the underworld, you may need more than one great principle.

Life, death, yin, yang, reincarnation... and so on, there are too many great principles needed.

I am afraid that even if all the great principles of the nine heavens are gathered, the underworld cannot be built.

The strange painter does not know so much, but she also understands that Qi Yuan is not just talking.

The mountain and river brush in her hand trembles at this moment.

Suddenly, in the painting in front of her, in the gloom, it seems that a sweet voice of a little girl can be heard.

"Nine out of ten people will not return at the gate of hell."

"At the gate of hell, yin and yang are upside down, life and death are chaotic, and grandma is here without chilling."

The strange painter's face changed slightly, and she saw that on the gate of hell she painted, there were many shadows in the hazy and vague.

They recited nursery rhymes, their voices were innocent, but they felt gloomy and terrifying.

The sense of excitement and fear slowly climbed up her spine. For some reason, the strange painter always felt that the shadows that suddenly appeared in the painting, the eyes of those little girls were staring at her.

Some of them were walking, some were looking at the sky, and some were sleeping, but everyone's eyes were on her.

At this time, a voice was like thunder, sacred and majestic.

"Ghost Gate, done!"

The one who spoke was naturally Qi Yuan.

He was in the Gate of Ten Thousands of Different Things, overlooking this piece of heaven and earth.

With his voice, the Ghost Gate painted by the strange painter became real at this moment.

Those special creatures like little dolls finally moved their eyes away at this moment, and secretly looked at the towering creatures above the sky with no boundaries.

The strange painter's face condensed. She looked at the lifelike Ghost Gate, no, that was the Ghost Gate, and her heart was extremely shocked.

She didn't understand why she could really show it to the world.

With such an expression, she continued to paint.

The mountain and sea state brush moved in her hand, and pictures were born one by one.

Countless gloomy auras and invisible things went crazy to the underworld at this moment.

Qi Yuan, sitting in the underworld, squinted his eyes, but saw nothing.

"Is there a guest in my house?"

The guest in front of him was unknown.

The other Yangshen Tianzun squinted their eyes, and Qi Qi seemed to have noticed something, but he could not see anything at all.

"Ah...ah...malaria!"

"H...layer...ah..."

Qi Yuan listened carefully, and his ears that could hear the sounds of the world finally heard some chaotic sounds.

These sounds were either sharp or ghosts crying and howling.

He also heard crackling sounds, as if maple branches were burning and sparks were flying.

He also heard some sobs mixed with the sound of burning paper money.

Qi Yuan was surprised: "Is there a dirty thing in my house?"

Qi Qi stood beside Qi Yuan, his eyes like a magic knife, looking at the underworld.

"Who is the villain, making trouble here!"

The majesty and mystery of the earthly god who followed the sky and imitated Hou Tuhuang swept at this moment.

The underworld in the mountain and sea scroll was turbulent and cleansed at this moment.

Even those dirty things seemed to realize Hou Tu's power and what he represented at this moment.

"... Ka... Please..."

These dirty things stopped talking nonsense, and just turned into a voice, as if they wanted to communicate with Qi Yuan and Qi Qi.

However, perhaps it was separated by time, or perhaps by space, and they couldn't hear it at all.

Qi Yuan looked calm, and his voice was helpless: "It seems that I have to be a Chinese teacher for once."

As he spoke, his clothes changed, and a pair of gold-rimmed glasses hung on his nose.

Behind him, a blackboard appeared, and a piece of chalk appeared in his hand.

"Little dirty things, come and read with me, a, o, e..."

The Shanhaisheji pen continued, and there were more and more dirty things. How could Qi Yuan play the role of a qualified Chinese teacher.

But halfway through the teaching, he felt a little guilty.

He didn't have a teacher's qualification certificate. Was this considered illegal teaching?

But when I thought about it, he had a mental illness certificate, so it was not a big problem.

Continuous mountains appeared, rivers in the underworld were flowing, and the eighteen levels of hell and the emperor's palace were rising one after another.

The strange painter was trembling and shivering. She had been writing for forty-four days, and the underworld was almost complete.

At this time, Qi Yuan put down the chalk and raised his gold-rimmed glasses with his hand.

He spoke, his voice was like a command, majestic and sacred, and could not be desecrated.

"Little dirty things, have you learned it? Now can you tell me what you are doing here as guests in my house?"

It's a pity that Qi Yuan can't see them, otherwise he would have to charge them for accommodation.

Following Qi Yuan's voice, there was a silence in the underworld, and Qi Yuan no longer heard those inexplicable sounds like ghosts crying and wolves howling.

But in the underworld, there seemed to be a white figure, twisted and illusory, not like substance.

But it can be seen that the white figure seems to be bowing to Qi Yuan.

The murmur also came to mind at this moment.

"No... soul, borrow... and return..."

Saying these words, it seems that the strength of this white figure has been forever.

All those dirty things became illusory at this moment, pouring into the white figure.

Finally, it condensed into a stone tablet.

I saw the word "death" engraved on the stone tablet.

On the stone tablet, there are all kinds of strange auras, mysterious and unknown, as if it contains the truth of death.

[The monument of the dead seems to come from another world. 】

Qi Yuan's eyes were finally able to see useful information.

"So... the Gate of Wanshu is the door through which my family escapes, and the Monument of the Dead is also the monument through which I escape from my home?

Where is my well? Who carried it away? "

Qi Yuan scanned for a week, but saw nothing. He was a little disappointed.

But at this moment, the overall structure of the underworld was also outlined by the strange painter.

What is missing are details and sanctity.

The sanctity and legal principles need to be given by Qi Yuan.

Qi Yuan looked at the strange painter. The trembling strange painter had eyes that were full of energy at this moment.

Obviously, she was very satisfied with this painting.

At this time, in the underworld, Qi Yuan's vast voice sounded again, like the sound of the great road.

"The ghost domain is formed, and the mountains and rivers are formed."

The mountains and rivers transformed by ghosts in the center seem to have imprints falling on them along with the sound of fortification.

Every mountain turns into a ghost mountain.

"The Eastern Ghost Emperor, Yu Lei and Shen Tu, govern Taozhi Mountain and Guimen Pass."

"The Southern Ghost Emperor governs Luofu Mountain and leads the Qiang barbarian ghosts."

"The Ghost Emperor of the West governs Panzhong Mountain."

"The Ghost Emperor of the North governs Luofeng Mountain."

"The Chinese Ghost Emperor governs Baodu Mountain and controls the Chinese ghosts!"

Following Qi Yuan's figure, Yu Lei Shen Tu and other five ghost emperors appeared one after another.

Their bodies were majestic and awe-inspiring, and they bowed to Qi Yuanzuo.

"I will obey the orders of the Heavenly Lord!"

The ghost emperors from the five directions turned into five streams of light and went towards the ghosts.

Qi Yuan did not stop, his voice was solemn and vast.

"Naihe is a bridge, Wangchuan is a river, Wangxiang is a platform!"

"Eighteen levels of hell, all become hell!"

…

"In the Emperor's Palace, yin and yang are judged and reincarnation is judged!"

"The ten palaces of Yama will all return to their places!"

"The Emperor Yin lives in the Emperor's Palace."

…

"Ksitigarbha, go to hell!"

"Chengtian follows the example of the Earth Emperor and controls reincarnation!"

Following Qi Yuan's voice, the divine infants appeared one by one and transformed into Yin officials one by one!

They bowed their heads to the Heavenly Lord, and then turned into streams of light and entered the underworld.

Qi Qi's consciousness seemed to fit into the underworld, and reincarnation became a part of her.

The underworld, which was originally empty and like a dead thing, was filled with powerful auras at this moment.

Gloomy, dead silence, fire and heat, decay and loneliness...

The strange painter looked at this scene with excitement in his eyes.

At this time, Qi Yuan's eyes fell on a "stage".

This platform is not the Wangxiang Platform, but the Leading Platform.

When he was in Wangyue Continent, he thought about reviving the Five Elements and the Five Ancestors.

The reception platform is the place of recovery.

"Sure enough, it still doesn't work."

Obviously, the underworld is complete, but it cannot function.

It is not possible to attract the souls of the dead now.

In other words, the death was too thorough.

"But..."

At this moment, Qi Yuan looked at Wanshu Gate.

"Gate to the underworld, return to its position!"

Following his voice, the original Wanshu Gate trembled at this moment, and endless changes happened to it instantly.

The Gate of Ten Thousand Demons…The Gate of Ten Thousand Demons…The Gate of Perfect Principle…The Gate of Ten Thousand Spirits…The Gate of Ten Thousand Opportunities!

In the end, it turned into the gate of the underworld!

It is dense and snow-white, as if there is a flow of yin and yang, and it seems to be leading to the endless hell.

Countless truths, countless information, countless unknowns, countless unknowables, at this moment passed through the gate of the underworld and entered Qiyuan's underworld.

Indescribable changes took place at this moment.

It became the front door of Qi Yuan's family.

"Ning...Zi Mansion!"

At this moment, Qi Yuan suddenly opened his mouth and swallowed hard towards the underworld.

At the same time, the purple energy, the first collected immortal energy, was also swayed at this moment, falling in front of the gate of the underworld.

"Purple is purple energy!"

"The government is the underworld!"

"This is my Zifu!"

Following Qi Yuan's loud shout.

Inside his body, two original magical powers were constantly trembling.

The blood-red demon sword flew into the eighteen levels of hell at this moment and turned into a demon prison.

The forgetfulness of the Great Forgetfulness of the Heart Sutra is like melting into Meng Po Tang and hiding in the Wangchuan River.

The purple air is fluttering and full of vitality, just like the purple of the fairyland.

The wind is strong, the darkness is terrifying, like a house in the kingdom of the dead.

At this point, Zifu is complete!

Qi Yuan's eyes fell on the reception desk again.

Perhaps because he trained the Underworld into the Purple Mansion, there was a hint of darkness in the depths of his eyes.

He looked at the reception desk and seemed to understand something.

“Yin and Yang work together, life and death are in balance.

Therefore, if you want to resurrect the dead, you need to wipe out the living. "

But this kind of annihilation is different from killing people.

"So, now it can only be regarded as a small underworld, and not everyone can be led.

Alas, Five Elements Five Ancestors, it seems that you will have to lie dead for a while."

Qi Yuan was helpless.

This underworld is currently much worse than he imagined.

For example, he will go to Blue Star now and use some time to mark all the creatures on Blue Star.

Then, kill all the people on Blue Star.

Everyone on Blue Star will become a dead soul, enter his underworld, and work for him for free.

If he wants, he can also let the people of Blue Star reincarnate.

But... those who are not marked by the underworld, his underworld can't take care of them.

For example, the Five Elements Five Ancestors, and Zhang Sheng and Chen Jiao of Wugui City, he can't lead them now.

So, this underworld is a small underworld.

If it is a big underworld, it would be great. Just write the person from Taihuang Palace to death in the Book of Life and Death, wouldn't he be invincible directly?

Of course, this is just a thought.

Qi Yuan looked at his purple palace.

Well, the door is filled with purple air, which is the best air in the fairy world.

Purple air, even Yangshen Tianzun covets it.

Seeing this purple air, many Yangshen Tianzun will definitely be moved.

"But, this gate of the underworld... is a bit eerie, the Gate of Ten Thousand Differences has turned into the form of the Gate of Ultimate Truth!" Qi Yuan shouted.

This Gate of Ten Thousand Differences seems to be able to hear people's words, and it really turns into the Gate of Ultimate Truth.

On it, it seems that there are countless ultimate truths flowing, and ordinary people will sink after taking a look.

Yangshen Tianzun took a look and wanted to rush in directly to comprehend the ultimate truth.

After all, ultimate truth is difficult to comprehend.

The Gate of Ultimate Truth is to put the ultimate truth in front of you to comprehend.

No matter how poor your comprehension is, you can always comprehend one in a million years, right?

If it really doesn't work, just stay in the Gate of Ultimate Truth for endless years to comprehend, and you will be invincible when you go out.

"I am a little moved by it, and I want to go in."

Qi Yuan sighed.

In fact, he also had an idea in his mind, whether he should go to the Gate of Truth and spend hundreds or tens of thousands of years to comprehend a great truth?

But after thinking about it, he decided to forget it.

The Gate of Truth is the first treasure of creation for other Yangshen Tianzun.

As long as he gets it and has enough time, he will definitely become a great truth.

But for Qi Yuan, it is a waste of time.

It would be better to play games to break through with this time.

Moreover, he can't waste time anymore.

The atmosphere of cultivating immortals in the upper world is so corrupt that he has to go up to purify the atmosphere.

However, the Gate of Truth still has many uses for him.

First, it isolates the mark of the great catastrophe; second, it is a simple understanding to see if he can observe the shortcomings of other great truths.

The only thing to note is that the news of the Gate of Truth cannot be exposed.

Otherwise, Qi Yuan may be hated by all Yangshen Tianzun in the realm of great truth.

After all, the Gate of Truth records all the truths.

"I finally achieved the Purple Palace, and the improvement in strength... is okay."

"This time, the superpower is... mouth?"

"It is actually linked to the ears!"

"This superpower came a little late!"

"Why does it feel so useless?"

This time, the talent he awakened is that when the ears hear some mumbling, he can activate the talent and actively talk to that person, but due to the space, there may be some distortion.

Also, when it is not associated with the ears, when he activates the talent, the sound of speaking can be randomly transmitted to a certain existence.

"Read random replies?"

"Tree hole?"

"I have become a trumpet in the world?"

Thinking of this, Qi Yuan immediately tried it.

The right eyebrow did not twitch.

"I'm so poor, kind people, who can lend me some money!"

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