"Sit down!" Ziming reminded him, and he recited the soul-moving spell again. He pointed his bone staff and flew slowly toward one of the Nether Eyes. After he got the upper part of the Nether Eyes, a series of dark green lights appeared on the Flying Boat. The light fell in the air to form soul spells, and it fell in the Nether Eyes like snowflakes. "Gugu~" A sound like a gusting of spring water sounded, and the light in the Nether Eyes was also great, as if he opened his eyes. A green light column sprayed out on the Flying Boat. The Flying Boat tilted slightly and fell into the Nether Eyes immediately.

Xiao Hua stood at the sound of the flying boat, but saw layers of green light overflowing above the flying boat, just like the protective light of the flowing boat. Moreover, the flying boat was transparent, and the place where it stepped on seemed to be nothing, and could see the situation around it clearly.

The flying boat rushed into the Eye of the Netherworld. A strong wind of the Netherworld made the flying boat bump. Even the green light shield near it swayed extremely, as if it could be destroyed at any time. In the Eye of the Netherworld, facing Xiao Hua's eyes, there were iron corpses similar to the Nine Divine Guards!!!

These iron corpses stood on the rock walls in the Netherworld Eye. The rock walls were layered, with nine standing on each floor. Xiao Hua looked at them, and there were probably more than a dozen layers, which was nearly a hundred iron corpses.

"Oh?" said in a little astonishment, "This... this Nether Eye..."

"Haha, didn't I say it before? The Nine Divine Guards are in the Eye of the Netherworld, so there are naturally iron corpses in this place!" Ziming smiled.

"Does there be in the other five Nether Eyes?" Xiao Hua thought for a while and asked again.

"Yes, there is it in every Nether Eye!" Ziming replied without hesitation, "There are only the specific number of it is uncertain!"

"Then... every Nether Eye is the same, or is the Nether Eye you chose a little different?" Xiao Hua asked again.

"The Nether Eye I chose is naturally different!" Ziming said with a smile, "If it is the same, then I will be so sure that I will win? As for why it is different, Xiao Lang will know later."

"Okay~" Xiao Hua looked at the flying boat slowly falling against the wind, and the iron corpses were like guards standing next to him, nodding slightly.

The flying boat fell straight down a meal. I'm afraid it's a thousand feet long, but it seems that the Netherworld Eye still has no end. What surprised Xiao Hua was that the number of the iron corpses seemed to have no end, and they kept wandering in front of him.

"Zi Ming... How many iron corpses are there in your Houtu Village?" Xiao Hua couldn't help asking.

"Hehe, what's the specific number... I really don't know!" Ziming said with a smile, "Only Mr. Wu knows this kind of secret! However, if I think there are not 200,000, there must be 100,000!"

"So many!" Xiao Hua took a deep breath. He had seen the strength of the Nine God Guards, which was stronger than the cultivators in the late stage of foundation building, and almost comparable to the golden elixir. If the iron corpse with the power of 200,000 golden elixirs in Houtu Village, that ordinary cultivation sect of the Dao Sect, oh. Not to mention the ordinary sect, even the Yulei Sect... is afraid it is irresistible, right?

But Xiao Hua's surprise was not over, and Ziming's words made Xiao Hua's chin fall off again.

"But this is nothing! According to Mr. Wu, there are also flying iron corpses, flying copper corpses, etc. in Mengshan. Although their strength is not as strong as the Drought Ba, it is also stronger than the Nine God Guards in my Houtu Village, and there are as many as millions!"

"It's true!" Xiao Hua was a little disbelief.

"Hehe. What are you lying to do?" Ziming smiled, "So, the monks of your Dao Sect are just chicks. They always think that my soul sect in Mengshan is not spiritual, and they think about your cultivation of the Three Kingdoms like a sword cultivator! In fact, if we have the will, are you our opponents?"

"Hehe, maybe it's not necessarily!" Xiao Hua immediately woke up. "You are all iron corpses in Mengshan, and there are many copper corpses, but they are all dead objects. You still need to be driven by soul soldiers. And these soul soldiers... are afraid that it will not be easy for me to be the opponents of my Taoist sect cultivators! Moreover, my Taoist sect's Yuanying, God Transformation and other teachers have the means of heaven, and I am afraid that it will not be easy for you to deal with it!"

"Hehe, Xiao Lang's words are reasonable! However, I have never thought about going to war with Daozong, nor have I thought about this festival much!"

Hearing this, Xiao Hua thought of something again and asked, "Zi Ming. The spell you drive the flying boat and wave the bone staff should be a soul curse, right?"

"Yes~" Ziming's eyes rolled to know what Xiao Hua wanted to ask, "Hehe, does Xiao Lang also want to recite the soul-moving curse?"

"Indeed!" Xiao Hua answered honestly, "Xiao has practiced the soul technique for several days, but he cannot recite the soul-moving spell no matter what, and he doesn't even know how to pronounce it! He also asked Master Ke Qin in the soul refining cave..."

"Haha, he is right, Zhenren Xiao... you should give up!" Ziming knew that Xiao Hua was not giving up, and smiled with a pursed lips, "This soul curse can only be emitted by the descendants of the twelve great gods using the power of blood. You are a cultivator of the Dao Sect, so it is better to think about casting spells!"

"Haha" Xiao Hua also smiled, "Is it possible... it's not possible to exert force with the soul thread?"

"Oh? It seems that Master Keqin...hehe...hey...he's really talking to Zhenren Xiao!" Ziming nodded, "Soul silk can pronounce it, but it's not that simple? If so, those swordsmen and cultivators who practice soul art could have long been able to recite the real soul curse!"

"Oh, then... there is nothing to do? Or is it not a real soul curse that Xiao can recite? "Xiao was happy.

Ziming shook his head: "I don't know the method! Maybe I'll turn around and ask Mr. Wu! As for the seemingly true soul curse, it is not actually the real use of blood power, but the use of sword essence and true energy to activate the spiritual energy of heaven and earth. Although the effects are similar, it is essentially different from my Mengshan's soul technique."

Speaking of this, Ziming looked at the iron corpses around him and frowned again, "Actually, when it comes to magic and soul art, I have never known it very well, or I am extremely impressed by the predecessors of the Dao Sect! My Mengshan magic inherited the ancient times, and was passed down by the twenty great gods, forging souls and condensing bloodlines, and walking in the world and the path of the nine heavens. Although I also use external objects, it is a very important thing to move, and it affects the celestial phenomena! But it is precisely because of this that the inheritance has become more and more powerful. The power of the Taoist sect is thin, and there are fewer powerful powers that can sway in every move! The Taoist sect does not focus on these things. Instead, they use their physical body as a guide to cultivate the spiritual energy of heaven and earth, and use the power of heaven to achieve their own magical powers. These magical powers look very small, but they always use their own extremely small energy, which will not consume bloodlines and life essence. Although the celestial phenomena are so great that they cannot be compared with my soul technique, but... they cannot resist the easy cultivation, and the infinite spiritual energy of heaven and earth can be used!"

"Actually, Xiao Lang said just now that your Taoist sect's Nascent Soul and God-Cultivation Senior can influence the situation of the battle. Although my soul sect in Mengshan is not as large as the Daoist sect's God-Cultivation,... it takes only one to match the God-Cultivation Several? It's not bad!"

"Yes, what Ziming said!" Xiao Hua had practiced magic and soul art, so he naturally knew the difference between the two. "Dao Sect and Mengshan... should be two different directions of cultivation! Just like sword cultivator, Buddhist sect and Confucian sect. Although Mengshan's soul art is powerful and cannot be defended, it is a judgment of life and death every time it is used! But after all, it has a great relationship with bloodline. If Xiao Mao had not had the pure bloodline of She than the great god, he would not even have a trace of soul power! But my Dao Sect is not like this. As long as he has the physique of cultivation, he can practice regardless of whether he has bloodline or not! Even if Xiao Mao was born as a soul sect in Mengshan, he could still practice smoothly to the middle stage of foundation building! In fact, there are so many ways of practicing in this world, which is in line with the theory of the Three Thousand Great Dao, and each has its own characteristics!"

"Hehe, Zhenren Xiao knows a lot!" Ziming praised again, "I also know the Buddhist sect and Confucianism. Since you know the Confucianism, have you not seen the difference between my Houtu Village and the next place?"

Xiao Hua laughed when he heard this and nodded, "So that's it! It seems that there is also a tradition of Confucianism in Houtu Village!"

"Haha, there are some Confucian scholars in Mengshan! My Houtu Village also had Ji Man, a Confucian scholar, and even Confucian scholars were popular in Mengshan. I saw it in the witch script. At that time, some witches called themselves "I" and Ji Man called themselves "Ai Family", and they were all borrowed from Confucian scholars! Oh, all the palaces in my Houtu Village were built in the past imitation of Confucian scholars! In addition, the names of my descendants of Houtu Village were also influenced by the time!" Ziming said mysteriously, "And, Ji Man now also highly respects Confucian scholars!"

"Oh, those Confucian scholars..." Xiao Hua asked with joy on his face.

At this moment, the flying boat suddenly stopped, and if it had stopped, it immediately slid flat, and the wind of the underworld was much smaller.

"Oh, it's coming so soon!" Ziming felt that time had passed too quickly for the second time, and then he said carelessly, "What else can those Confucian scholars have? Except for some classics left behind, all the descendants either died or integrated into my Mengshan people..."

"Classics?" Xiao Hua's eyes began to roll.

"Don't make up those classics!" Ziming had already understood Xiao Hua's greed, and looked at the iron corpse standing around him and said, "That's all under Ji Man! She is so tight that she can't give it to you! Of course, if it is..."

Speaking of this, a hint of coldness arose in Ziming's eyes.

"Wow wow wow wow..." It seemed that the sound of the tide was gradually coming from a distance, and a smell of blood gradually became stronger.

"This is..." Xiao Hua was stunned when he saw that the thick blood was soaked in some iron corpses. There was a pitch-black fog in the blood. (To be continued. If you like this work, you are welcome to come to Qidian to vote for recommendations, monthly votes, and your support is my greatest motivation. Mobile phone users please go to m. Read.)
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