Chapter 461

Above Fengdou, thunder rumbled and shook.

In the Fengdou Hell, ten thousand ghosts wailed.

Deep within the helmet of the armor soaking and being scoured in the Huang Quan, a glimmer of sharp light ignited.

The tomb's master stood up.

At this moment, the Huang Quan stagnated, its flow severed.

The sound of the Yellow Waves, which should have never ceased, stopped, making this hell rarely quiet.

Deep beneath the eighteenth level of hell, the Buddha-light trembled violently, and the sound of "My Buddha is merciful" permeated from below to above.

When the Great Emperor of Fengdou continuously projected his own power outward, the pressure on the existences he suppressed in hell naturally lessened.

The tomb's master raised his arm-armor and pointed upward; the stagnant Huang Quan began to flow backward.

Before, it was the Huang Quan suppressing it; now, it was gradually taking control of the Huang Quan.

The Bodhisattva's Buddhist chants were vast and mighty, thoroughly permeating the entire eighteenth, seventeenth, and sixteenth levels, and were still continuing upward.

Fierce and vicious ghosts, who had suffered greatly under the tortures of hell, pressed their palms together and converted to the Buddhist faith.

For them, this was a once-in-a-thousand-years opportunity, and they naturally would not let it pass.

The Ten Yama Kings were not only indifferent to this situation but all began to attempt to break free from their official seats, their mountain-like bodies constantly writhing.

They were existences high above in the underworld mythology, setting laws and wielding punishments, but they themselves were also the prisoners with the deepest shackles in this hell.

The Five Directional Ghost Emperors collectively fell silent, and the main gate of the great hall slowly closed.

The isolation at this time was itself another form of indulgence.

"Crack... crack... crack..."

Subtle, massive sounds continuously emerged.

It had sat in hell for two thousand years; it could be said that it was hell itself.

The subtlety was because it was currently only moving its fingertips and loosening its joints, but because it was truly too majestic and towering, and the entire hell was built upon it, any slight awakening and activity of it was a great change for this hell.

This was... the Great Emperor's true body.

The Great Emperor of Fengdou suppressed hell, and at the same time, he was suppressing himself.

Now, the entire Fengdou showed signs of loosening.

However, even so, the Great Emperor's consciousness continued to project outward, as if completely turning a blind eye to the huge changes happening in hell.

The suppressor was openly rebelling, and the superiors were taking the opportunity to seize their own private interests.

Inside hell, the most bewildered and helpless were the judges, ghost runners, ghost generals, and ghost marshals, who were the most numerous.

They did not have the qualifications to pick a side, yet they were the most likely to become the price for picking the wrong one.

The leather whips in their hands dropped, the execution rods stood up, and the torture tools were put down; when they didn't know what to do, whether human or ghost, the most instinctive reaction was... to do nothing.

However, there were no absolutes.

In the place where that young man once entered hell and drew a sketch, a brand-new and majestic palace had now been built.

Hanging above it was a plaque reading "Fengdou Young Lord."

This was the Young Lord's residence.

Although since the day it was built, the Young Lord had never come to live there once.

But this clearly out-of-place building and the group of Zhao-surnamed ghost officials inside had long been deeply branded with the "Young Lord" mark.

Around the central hall of this building, vicious ghosts who had committed sins in their lifetimes were chained with iron links.

No matter when, the number of vicious ghosts here was ensured to be sufficient, in preparation for being escorted to the execution ground inside the hall for sacrifice.

At this moment, the vicious ghosts inside followed the general trend, beginning to wail and attempting to resist.

Ghost officials in other places had long since let things be.

But the Zhao-surnamed ghost officials here raised their whips and picked up their torture tools without hesitation, carrying out the most iron-fisted suppression against these vicious ghosts attempting to rebel.

Under their efforts, at least in this area, the vicious ghosts' chaos was quickly quelled.

Currently, this place had also become the only remaining order in hell today.

Because they had no choice.

The power struggle between the Crown Prince and the Great Emperor would inevitably affect them.

In Fengdou's long history, there had never been a Young Lord; the so-called successor was, in front of a monarch with two thousand years of long history, an existence that was inherently deformed.

Along with it, the Zhao-surnamed ghost officials in the Young Lord's residence also became deformed children in the underworld.

But no matter how absurd or deformed, the Great Emperor and the Young Lord at least had a system of power and inheritance.

If the Great Emperor lost hell, then where would hell get a Young Lord?

If this hell really changed hands, the Zhao-surnamed ghost officials would turn from "not belonging anywhere" to "what exactly am I?"

In the highest level of hell, inside the towering great hall.

Seeing Yin Meng sat cross-legged in front of the Fengdou Great Emperor's statue.

She was in great pain.

But compared to the pain, she was more bewildered and puzzled.

She had received Brother Xiaoyuan's sacrifice.

Seeing Yin Meng saw that the Great Emperor made no move, so she intended to come forward and help herself, just like in the past.

She knew her words carried little weight, but since she worshipped Brother Xiaoyuan as the Dragon King and was still a member of Brother Xiaoyuan's team, she naturally had to give her all when it was time to do so.

As a result, just as she secretly donned the imperial robes, a terrifying intent surged toward her like a tide.

She only wanted to light a small torch, hold it in her hand, and help Brother Xiaoyuan wave the flag and shout.

As a result, the moment the flint rubbed, the mountain forest ignited in an instant!

This scene was revealed vividly in the portrait on the offering table at the gate of the Lu Family Manor.

In the portrait, Seeing Yin Meng, wearing imperial robes, had eyes that flickered constantly; she herself was a bit unclear about what exactly had happened.

Li Li Zhuiyuan knew what had happened.

To minimize the backlash of karma, the Great Emperor used Seeing Yin Meng as a catalyst to project his own power over.

Because Seeing Yin Meng was a person on his own team, even if she herself was not at the scene, just like Zhao Yi leaving Old Man Tian in Nantong and Old Man Tian still being able to help Zhao Yi make medicinal pills and send them over, she could still provide help in a justified manner.

This situation was just like the sacrificial technique Li Li Zhuiyuan had taught Seeing Yin Meng back then, using flesh as an offering and Gu insects as a catalyst to sacrifice a group of terrifying corpse insects to assist in battle.

It was just that this time, what Seeing Yin Meng sacrificed was not some corpse insects, but the Great Emperor himself.

Li Li Zhuiyuan looked up at the sky, at that majestic and towering figure.

This was far from the Great Emperor's entirety, but it was already close to everything the Great Emperor could bring out in one go.

In Li Li Zhuiyuan's previous assumptions, he only hoped that the Great Emperor could stir up a wisp of yin wind, allowing some top force that might exist behind the Lu Family Manor to perceive it, starting a countdown to revenge.

As a result, the yin wind didn't come.

The Great Emperor came.

Li Li Zhuiyuan was truly unable to understand why the Great Emperor would do this.

This completely exceeded the transactional rationality between the buyer and the seller.

It even more severely polluted the originally extremely pure master-disciple relationship.

The last time the Great Emperor made a move like this, the opponent he faced could not be equated with this time at all.

And when the Great Emperor made a move last time, there were no two giants like the Bodhisattva and the tomb's master in hell that needed to be suppressed.

Li Li Zhuiyuan could be certain that the Fengdou Hell at this moment must have already fallen into chaos.

Moreover, after this battle, the Great Emperor who retreated to Fengdou would only be able to barely continue to suppress hell for a period of time, unable to intervene externally again.

The pros and cons that he could analyze, his master clearly also understood.

But he still came like this and did it like this.

"Master, what exactly do you mean by this?"

In the small town closest to the hostel, a greater wind blew; the high bamboo scaffolding collapsed, and the strong wind blew the Fengdou Great Emperor's statue up, like a giant kite standing in the night sky.

Through the moonlight, it flickered, adding charm while appearing even more majestic and solemn.

Downstairs at the hostel, inside three taxis waiting for passengers, the drivers all sat straight in the driver's seats.

The security guard sitting in the security booth, the guests checking in in the lobby on the first floor, and the service staff all stood motionless in place, collectively repeating one sentence in their mouths:

"If you are good to him, he will also be good to you..."

Inside the room, Old Man Zhai was sleeping soundly, a kind smile hanging on his face.

The old man was dreaming, dreaming of those rumors.

Xiaoyuan had really become his grandson; he accompanied his grandson for a walk in the park, accompanied his grandson to do homework, full of filial piety.

Although soon, the scene changed to his grandson using a pen to doodle on a drawing, pointing out errors in his design data, but... it was also filial piety.

At the window, that shadow extending from Old Man Zhai stood there.

His gaze was deep and vast.

He knew what he was doing, and he also knew why he had to do it.

In this, there was indeed the influence of Old Man Zhai's affection for that young man, and even included that sentence the taxi driver Liu Changping said to him.

But, he was the Great Emperor.

Influence was unavoidable, but in this world, there existed no one who could truly manipulate him into making a decision.

The first time he perceived the existence of that young man was when he noticed that in this world, there appeared another person who had mastered his "Fengdou Twelve Decrees."

If it were only this, then that would be that.

But soon, that young man not only began to use his only bloodline in the world to continuously extract from him, but also splashed dirty water of karma onto him time and time again.

Until he was truly forced into anger, he then truly began to look squarely at this young man, this cold, human-skin-wearing little fellow.

He began to use him, and he also began to use him; the master-disciple relationship between the two sides remained quite pure for a long time.

The Great Emperor would weigh the pros and cons, would calculate the gains; when the gains were low, he would decisively withdraw, and when the gains were high, he would immediately enter.

An existence that could watch his own bloodline wither away for two thousand years, an existence that could treat himself as a suppression object and let the Heavenly Dao raise him as a bandit, simply could not exist in a way that was emotional.

However, he discovered and confirmed that the young man was continuously growing human skin.

Two cold collaborators could only carry out cold interest cooperation forever.

But if one of them grew human skin, appeared to have temperature, and predicted that his human skin would become thicker and thicker and his temperature more and more obvious, then the nature of the matter would be completely different.

Li Li Zhuiyuan once sighed that he had seen many ancient existences; there were those like Wei Zhengdao who sought death, those like the tomb's master who were muddled, and those like the builders of the Flying Immortal Underground Palace who speculated everywhere...

Only Yin Changsheng was earnestly living forever.

The black shadow at the window raised his hand.

The giant Fengdou Great Emperor portrait flying in the sky outside the window ignited with flames.

Outside the Lu Family Manor, that majestic and imposing figure lowered his head, making eye contact with the young man standing in front of the offering table below.

Immediately after, the figure raised his hand and reached forward.

He was reaching for the Lu Family Manor, but it was not just the Lu Family Manor.

This move by the Great Emperor,

was a,

heavy bet of human skin!

The slaughter inside the Lu Family Manor was still ongoing.

Being able to persist for so long was enough to show the Lu Family Manor's foundation; it did not collapse at a single touch, and it showed very tenacious resistance.

It was just that this kind of resistance, in front of a pack of wolves, was nothing more than meat that was a bit tough and easy to get stuck in the teeth.

This generation, which accelerated its growth by borrowing the benefits of the river water, even if it could not compare to the outstanding figures of the previous generation in terms of foundation accumulation, had long since ceased to be a generational gap.

Even, to a certain extent, this point could be supplemented by the techniques and consciousness tempered on the river.

Those who destroyed the Lu Family Manor were this group of young people, but this group of young people could almost represent the level of the backbone of their respective families, infinitely close to the allied forces sent by various major forces in the Jianghu targeting the Lu Family Manor.

More and more people died, and the circle of resistance inside the Lu Family Manor was also getting smaller and smaller.

The corpses lying on the stone slabs, nailed to the walls, or lying by the well, whether complete or broken, their fresh blood was collectively flowing toward one place.

The ground of the Lu Family ancestral hall had turned red.

This blood flowed in from the outside and continued to penetrate deeper.

The offering table had not been moved, but no matter how tight the mechanism was, it could not block the omnipresent fresh blood of their own family.

Inside the secret room, a blood vortex formed.

The fresh blood rose, and whenever it touched the shadows locked on those chairs, it immediately penetrated and wrapped around them like maggots on rotting bones.

Silent screams were issued intensely.

Originally, they were reluctant to sacrifice their lives and unwilling to damage their foundation, which was why they were controlled here.

Now, even if they were willing to spare no cost, or even commit suicide, it would be of no avail.

To create the illusion that the mission was not issued by one family, so many chairs were filled with Ming family members.

They were ready-made karma, solid bridges, and the most straightforward transmission.

The strands of heart-palpitating black hidden in the fresh blood were continuously projecting toward the Dragon King Ming family's ancestral residence through them.

"Thump... thump... thump..."

It was like footsteps, and also like a tolling funeral bell.

Tao Zhuming appeared in the Lu Family ancestral hall, his gaze falling on the wall behind the offering table.

At this time, a spear slowly fell from the front, suspended above the blood surface.

Tao Zhuming raised his head and looked at Xu Mofan lying on the rafters.

While the slaughter outside was in full swing and the competition was at its fiercest, these two people had both broken away from the bloodthirsty carnival outside.

Tao Zhuming: "When I met you again on the road, I noticed something wrong with you; the indomitable sharpness on you was gone, as if the tip of your spear had been twisted off."

Xu Mofan did not respond.

Because the fact was just so.

He was not someone who couldn't afford to lose, but he had been completely crushed in the field of the Xu Family Spear by someone, and the person who crushed him didn't even practice martial arts.

With his spirit gone, everything felt dull; he didn't even bother to compete for that divine deer, and early on, he followed the fresh blood of the Lu family and came here, lying down.

Tao Zhuming: "You are protecting this place, right?"

Xu Mofan turned his head and glanced at Tao Zhuming standing below.

The long spear suspended in front of him had already explained his attitude.

Tao Zhuming laughed: "Hehe, don't misunderstand, I'm not here to cause trouble; I was afraid others would come to cause trouble, so I specifically came over to take a look. Since you are here watching, I can rest assured.

Brother Xu, watch carefully; once I compete for a piece of deer meat, I will definitely share a bowl of deer blood with you to taste!"

After speaking, Tao Zhuming left the ancestral hall.

What he said was true.

He was just here to take a look, afraid that something would happen here, afraid that his confidant friend on the river, Ling Wuxing, would appear here at this moment.

"Boom!"

A thunder whip blasted apart the stone statue formation defense in front, and the chests of the Lu family members inside were quickly pierced by the thunder whip.

They were lifted up like meat skewers and then fiercely thrown down.

With a "bang," they collectively exploded into corpse pieces and blood.

To prevent evaporation and squeeze out more blood, Ling Wuxing timely withdrew the thunder power on the whip.

A desperate Lu family member covered in blood roared and rushed over with a knife.

Ling Wuxing was about to swing the thunder whip again when that person was smashed into meat paste by a large seal.

"Crunch, crunch..."

The squeezed-out blood was even more sufficient.

Tao Zhuming raised his palm, withdrew the square seal, and teased:

"Did Brother Ling encounter bullying in the family when he was young?"

Ling Wuxing shook his head: "If I went to the ancestral hall, Brother Tao and others would inevitably block me. Then I simply wouldn't waste that effort, and gamble that this time the unlucky one wouldn't be my Ling family, and also give that family a good intensity."

Tao Zhuming: "No wonder he didn't want this divine deer, no wonder he didn't enter this Lu family; it turns out there were more interesting things to do."

Ling Wuxing: "Comparatively speaking, what we are playing now, in his eyes, is probably children playing house, and playing with such vigor."

Tao Zhuming looked around at the ongoing slaughter and bloodshed, and nodded: "He has seen through the human nature of our group of people."

Ling Wuxing put away the thunder whip and walked toward the direction of the divine deer cage, where the battle was the most intense.

Tao Zhuming walked with him.

Ling Wuxing: "Clearly we are being used by him."

Tao Zhuming: "Yet there is a feeling of being pushed by the river water?"

Ling Wuxing: "My state of mind has already become disordered; what about you?"

Tao Zhuming: "Already damaged."

Wang Lin was still sleeping.

This fatty had slept Lu Jiu into serious injury.

Watching the family about to be destroyed and the divine deer grand cause about to fall short, Lu Jiu still couldn't muster the determination to die together.

The wolf pack was afraid of a desperate struggle, so they liked this kind of cowardly opponent the most; everyone very methodically took turns to harass, leave claw marks, and continuously drain blood.

The balance in the Lu Family Manor had long lost suspense; when this end would land was only a matter of time.

However, at this moment, many people who were good at Feng Shui and weather patterns couldn't help but look up at the top of their heads.

There were also some existences with super-strong intuition who couldn't help but start to get distracted.

The feeling of panic was too intense, seriously exceeding the battle in front of them.

They were like fighting on a mountain peak, and this peak could collapse at any time; no, it was as if the sky was about to crash down.

Luo Yang appeared behind Lu Jiu, and with the falling of that chess piece, he could have had a chance to take his head, but his younger sister Zhu Qing on his back hesitated.

The opportunity disappeared, Luo Yang was kicked away by Lu Jiu, injured and vomiting blood, feeling very uncomfortable.

"Sister, what's going on?"

"Brother, in the sky outside, there is great terror."

"Can you see the sky now?"