Chapter 586: White Paper Xiancheng

The Bone-Piercing Crocodile group guarded the Bone Crocodile Demon, diving and diving all the way.

The main channel of the Nether Jiaohe was bottomless and pitch black.

As they dived deeper, the Bone Crocodile Demon's fear grew more intense; many Bone-Piercing Crocodiles around him could no longer support it and could not keep up with his pace.

Bone-Piercing Crocodiles did not have the habit of deep diving; if it weren't for the Bone Crocodile Demon controlling them personally, they would never have dived to such a water level.

Diving a bit further, the Bone Crocodile Demon saw a mass of Yin energy vortex.

In the vortex, there were many water ghosts, squeezed and piled together in one place, forming a strange and eerie array.

The Bone Crocodile Demon was not surprised, sent a spiritual sense message, and said with great worry: "Military Advisor Ning Ning Xie, the matter was not accomplished; how should the two of us report to the Master?"

From within the battle array came the voice of Ning Ning Xie Sichao: "We were about to succeed, but Wen Wen Ruanyu suddenly appeared, which caused our efforts to fall short."

"Wait a moment..."

Ning Ning Xie Sichao suddenly stopped speaking.

After a few breaths, he spoke again: "Strange."

Bone Crocodile Demon: "What is strange?"

Ning Ning Xie Sichao said: "Information came from the river surface, saying that Wen Wen Ruanyu returned and searched for the outsiders in the fleet. And she really found a flying cloud kingdom merchant named Yang Yang Weida and took him away personally."

Bone Crocodile Demon: "Could it be that this Yang Yang Weida has some background, causing Wen Wen Ruanyu to come and welcome him personally? We were unlucky and just happened to bump into..."

Wen Wen Ruanyu.

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Ning Ning Xie Sichao said: "This is exactly the strange part. Ning Ning Xie Sichao clearly didn't know this person, and after taking Yang Yang Weida away, she didn't immediately return to White Paper City, but continued to head north."

The Bone Crocodile Demon pondered for a while: "This is indeed quite strange."

The two guessed a few times, could not grasp the point, walked side by side, and continued to go deep underwater.

After reaching a certain depth, the Bone Crocodile Demon heard a roar of a flood dragon, and there was suddenly no water around him, turning into a gloomy space.

At this moment, he officially entered the underworld from the mortal world!

This was the special feature of the Nether Jiaohe channel.

The Nether Flood Dragon was a flood dragon living in the underworld, wanting to go further, so it crossed the tribulation and suffered the extreme Yang thunder tribulation.

It was not an ordinary Nether Flood Dragon, but had a divine position!

Therefore, after turning into the Nether Jiaohe channel, this river channel also naturally connected to the underworld, becoming a bridge between the mortal world and the underworld.

And every once in a while, the ghost tide that swept the entire Yin Soul Black Swamp Wetland came through this passage.

The Bone Crocodile Demon and Ning Ning Xie Sichao entered the underworld together and stepped into the teleportation array.

The teleportation array opened, sending them into a luxurious and stern mansion.

"Pay respects to the Master!" The two were led by the messenger to the main hall and knelt down together.

"We failed to handle the matter properly and are guilty..." Ning Ning Xie Sichao apologized as the military advisor and told the details.

The Bone Crocodile Demon remained silent, extremely respectful.

The mysterious Master sat on the throne, his whole body shrouded in a layer of black mist.

He listened to the report, was silent for a while, and then spoke in a heavy and deep voice: "Wen Wen Ruanyu is a disciple of the Myriad Phenomena Sect, with outstanding strength; it was very wise for you two to retreat in time."

"The enemy is strong and we are weak, so we should retreat and maintain our useful bodies; this is also the principle of military strategy."

"It's just that Wen Wen Ruanyu's trip this time was ordered by a flying letter from the Mourning Music Ghost Maid. The latter is the right-hand man of the White Paper City Lord and is good at divination."

"Wen Wen Ruanyu's action this time is indeed strange; it is very likely that the Mourning Music Ghost Maid calculated something."

Speaking of this, the Master paused and continued: "This ghost tide is the result of our accumulation and guidance for many years. And to use this to eradicate the White Paper City Lord and occupy this immortal city, we naturally have to go all out and not leave the other side any opportunity."

"The other side has cultivators who can divine, so our side must also calculate."

"You two take my token and go to the Water Burial Valley to seek an audience with the Gray Bone Old Man, and let him calculate how to act in this situation to prevent the other side's turning point."

The Bone Crocodile Demon and Ning Ning Xie Sichao hurriedly agreed.

The two left the mansion and, with the help of the teleportation array, arrived at the Water Burial Valley.

They passed the token and soon successfully met the Gray Bone Old Man.

The Gray Bone Old Man's eyes were like cold stars, covered by a gray bone mask. There were countless characters on the mask, which were the legal prohibitions described in the content of his main cultivation method, the "Six Yin Bone Questioning Sutra."

The Gray Bone Old Man put away the token and immediately began to divine.

He took out a pottery jar filled with skeletons.

The Gray Bone Old Man activated his magic power, cut his fingertips, and dripped three drops of miserable green blood.

The blood fell into the pottery jar and immediately burned.

The silent, cold green scale fire burned the skeletons into bone powder.

The Gray Bone Old Man turned his wrist, circled over the tongue of fire, and urged a Yin wind.

The Yin wind rolled up the bone ash and drifted in the air.

The Gray Bone Old Man chanted, pinched the finger formula, and urged the cultivation method.

The Bone Crocodile Demon and Ning Ning Xie Sichao looked intently and saw the bone ash condensing in the wind, gradually turning into characters.

They identified carefully: "Behead the Ghost Maid and the city gate opens,"

"Burn the paper image to attract evil."

"Warm jade splashes ink to stain the white scroll,"

"Myriad Phenomena..."

The next moment, the Gray Bone Old Man waved his sleeve, stirred the Yin wind, and let the bone ash fly away completely.

"Lord Gray Bone, why stop calculating?" The Bone Crocodile Demon asked.

Ning Ning Xie Sichao had the same doubt.

The Gray Bone Old Man snorted lightly: "Is the secret of heaven so easily leaked?"

"Every divination consumes a price that is not just treasure materials and magic power."

"There is also my personal energy!"

"Calculation cannot be calculated to the end; calculating the mechanism to the end and leaking the secret of heaven is a huge loss to my own energy."

"I owe your Master a favor, which is only enough to calculate to this extent."

"Go."

Saying that, the Gray Bone Old Man waved his sleeve again.

The Bone Crocodile Demon and Ning Ning Xie Sichao, two Jin Dan cultivators, felt the world spinning in an instant, and when they stabilized their figures and looked closely, they were horrified to find that they had both been moved and teleported to the entrance of the Water Burial Valley.

The two were helpless and discussed.

"Is the Gray Bone Old Man in the Nascent Soul stage or the Soul Transformation stage?"

"Hard to say. His cultivation level has always been a mystery."

"What about this?"

"Naturally, we cannot force our way into the Water Burial Valley; we don't have this ability either. Just report the current results to the Master."

"This..."

"Rest assured, although the prophecy is incomplete, it can barely pass. Isn't it said to behead the Mourning Music Ghost Maid first? This female cultivator is indeed a confidant's trouble. What's more wonderful is that if she divined and pointed out Wen Wen Ruanyu's action, her energy must have plummeted at this time; it is an excellent opportunity to make a move."

The two communicated while rushing back.

White Paper City, Listening Ghost Pavilion.

This is the Mourning Music Ghost Maid's zither room.

The Nether Bamboo Sea outside the window was silent, and even the blue-green phosphorus fire that traveled through the forest in the past was dormant in the depths of the bamboo forest.

The moldy smell of rotting leaves seeped into the zither room through the window cracks.

The Mourning Music Ghost Maid reached out to flick the bronze lamp wick, and the clear green flame actually twisted into a human shape, struggling constantly, revealing a painful state.

The Mourning Music Ghost Maid also frowned slightly, took a deep breath, stretched her ten fingers slightly, and placed them on the zither strings.

"Nine Springs Peace Music"!

The first overtone was like a spring breaking ice, and the streamers hanging on the four walls of the zither room moved without wind. The zither sound brushed over the bronze lamp, and the twisted human-shaped candle flame was immediately comforted and treated, no longer struggling, panting.

The silent bamboo sea outside the window also had slight bamboo leaves swaying, and the rotting bamboo leaves were actually turning green again.

The zither sound lasted for six turns, and when the Shang tone was played, the smoke from the incense burner on the desk condensed into an Udumbara flower, which fell down and stuck to the Mourning Music Ghost Maid's forehead and brows.

The Mourning Music Ghost Maid's brows, which had been slightly frowned, also relaxed.

But when the seventh play reached the Jiao tone, the human shape of the bronze candle flame dissipated and returned to its normal appearance.

The bamboo forest swayed, and a large number of rotten leaves turned green.

The music score went to the second half, the Zheng tone was often strong, the candlelight became round and harmonious, emitting warmth.

The bamboo sea swayed comfortably, and the rotting smell was almost inaudible.

The Udumbara flower condensed by smoke had become a sparse flower rain, bathing the Mourning Music Ghost Maid in it.

Clang!

Seeing that this sound therapy was about to be completed, the zither string suddenly broke.

From the deep bamboo forest, countless hidden weapons shot out suddenly.

The Mourning Music Ghost Maid felt a pain in her heart, blood gushed out, and she was forced to swallow it.

Her whole body's aura flourished, urging the protective treasure clothing, and her sleeves suddenly became large and long, forming cloud sleeves.

The cloud sleeves danced, catching all the hidden weapons and sealing them all.

Nine assassins killed from all places, smashed the window lattice, broke through the wall, smashed the door, and attacked the Mourning Music Ghost Maid almost at the same time.

A flash of panic flashed in the Mourning Music Ghost Maid's eyes; she had failed her healing, her state was not good, and her combat power was less than 30% of usual.

In the face of a life-and-death crisis, she immediately reached into her arms, wanting to crush a jade pendant for emergency.

But a thought stopped her, and she drew a spare instrument, a pipa, emitting a sound wave like tearing silk.

The sound wave swept out, carrying the Mourning Music Ghost Maid's full effort, extremely sharp.

The two assassins who rushed to the front were cut in half directly, and the internal organs scattered on the ground strangely turned into a pool of foul-smelling black water.

From the foul-smelling black water, eight-clawed ghost spiders condensed and continued to attack.

The Mourning Music Ghost Maid jumped onto the crossbeam, dodging the joint attack of the remaining seven assassins, but the defensive magic tool on her temple, the silver hairpin, collapsed, and a strand of green silk fell down.

The Mourning Music Ghost Maid bit the tip of her tongue and spat essence blood onto the pipa.

Golden-red legal prohibitions suddenly appeared on the pipa, and the shrill "Nine Springs Burial Music" exploded in the air.

Bang bang bang...

The sound wave swept everything, all 48 bamboo curtains of the Listening Ghost Pavilion burst, and the huge smoke and air waves were extraordinary, spreading to the surroundings.

Such a huge movement immediately triggered the support of the guards.

When the smoke and dust dissipated, only three assassins remained.

They looked at the Mourning Music Ghost Maid, who was waiting in full battle array and flying in the air,

their fighting spirit fell to the bottom.

"This Mourning Music Ghost Maid is so powerful! We made arrangements in her treasure zither and zither room; she faced fatal crises several times, but she didn't use any of them, making our traps fail."

"What's even more terrifying is that she didn't crush the jade pendant and escape into the void. If she really did that, it would inevitably lead to teleportation failure, and her body would be shredded into countless fragments."

"Let's go, the mission failed this time, we still have secondary goals."

The three assassins urged black smoke, leaving a large number of eight-clawed ghost spiders to cover the retreat, and they fled away.

The guards rushed over, and after the Mourning Music Ghost Maid confirmed that it was safe, she could no longer hold on, spat out a mouthful of blood, and her aura completely withered.

And in another place, the three warships led by Qing Yan had already docked early.

He personally led several male concubines and walked all the way, approaching the city gate.

White Paper City was pale in color, and the city wall material was neither stone nor wood, actually very close to paper.

The city gate was towering and very heavy; the legal prohibitions of the "Yin Tide Heavy Water Great Law" on the door leaves emitted heavy water light, making a sound like the tide rising and falling.

The city guard army was mostly filled by the ghost race, and the leaders or elite members were the human race.

Their armor and weapons were also very unique, like folded white cardboard.

"Leave your name." The official guarding the city gate held a book in one hand and a pen in the other, actually having literary energy, clearly a Confucian cultivator of the human race.

Seeing people entering the city, he would look up and record the names into the book.

With Qing Yan leading, Unlike Ning Zhuo and others all said their respective names.

Sun and Ning were still a little uneasy, but the fake names fell on the book smoothly and were not exposed.

Passing through the city gate, the group officially walked into the White Paper Xiancheng.

There were heavy pavilions, the walls looked like old book pages crumpled and flattened by invisible giant hands, and the burnt smell of bone glue boiled by paperhangers drifted out from the cracks in the window lattice.

Ink marks and various residual words and broken sentences appeared on the white stone road from time to time.

The owner of the paper shop stood at the door, soliciting business from passersby: "Take a look, come and see, this is the Yin Cloud Umbrella newly made by our shop, which can shield against the soul-destroying rain for a quarter of an hour."

Sun and Ning observed and saw that the items sold in this paper shop were almost all paper umbrellas.

Continuing to walk on the long street, the two found many paper shops. In addition to selling paper umbrellas, there were also paper weapons, paper people, paper horses, paper houses, and so on.

In addition to paper shops, there were also many talisman shops.

Passing through the long street of paper shops, the group followed the ink fragrance and turned to the West Market.

The sound of flowing water came from the front, and soon, a city river was revealed in front of everyone.

The ink-colored river water flowed, Dantian Shining with black and bright ink light. On the river, there were paper boats of all sizes, heights, and lows.

There were old men poling black-awning paper boats with long bamboo poles, and boat maidens singing on colorful paper painted boats.

Qing Yan led the group across four bridges in succession, getting closer and closer to the city.

Sun and Ning saw a curiosity.

This unique immortal city style was also the first time they had seen it with their own eyes.

Zhu Zhu Zhu Xuanji only told Unlike Ning Zhuo to go here and gave him a token, but didn't say much.

Sun and Ning originally intended to collect information, but they didn't expect that after playing Jiao Ma and Tie Tuo, they lost this opportunity and were brought in directly.

The two looked around and saw several tall buildings among the heavy pavilions, which were very conspicuous.

One was a tall paper man located in the south, facing the south gate, with his back to Qing Yan and his party.

A black tower, emitting rolling Yin energy, with hundreds of brushes hanging from each of the seven eaves.

There was also a cloud pavilion, relying on white clouds, floating in the air.

Boom boom boom...

After a series of explosions, fire soared into the sky, igniting the paper statue in the south.

The alarm bell for enemy attack rang throughout the city.

Sun, Ning, and others looked at each other in dismay.

In a dignified immortal city, there was such turmoil?

Qing Yan's expression was heavy, and he turned to instruct Unlike Ning Zhuo and others: "You go to the City Lord's Mansion by yourselves; I will go and see the situation and provide support as much as possible!" ===== CHAPTER 645 =====

Sun Ning and the others were so shocked they stared at each other in dismay.

In a dignified immortal city, could there actually be such turmoil?

Qing Yan's expression was grave; he turned and urged Unlike Ning Zhuo and the others, "You all head to the City Lord's Mansion on your own. I will go check the situation and provide assistance wherever possible!"