I have been slaying demons in the Demon Slayer Division for thirty years

The underworld. read

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Yama Hall.

Bai Lian came to see the prince.

The Yin soldiers on duty did not dare to neglect and quickly went into the palace to report.

Now there are two great gods in the underworld, one is Emperor Fengdu, and the other is the White Lotus Evil Buddha.

In his spare time, the evil Buddha often lectures and preaches in the underworld.

Of course, it is an extremely serious Buddhist and Taoist classic. Evil Buddhas dare not spread the White Lotus Sutra, lest it disturb the bottom line of the Book of Changes.

The practice of Yin soldiers condensing the energy of Yin evil spirits, and practicing orthodox Buddhist techniques at the same time, can calm the mind and purify ghost energy, and the mutual support of Yin and Yang can solidify the foundation.

"Fellow Taoist, please come in quickly."

Zhou Yi's voice came from the palace: "When Bai Lian comes to see you in the future, there is no need to inform..."

Bai Lian disliked the word "visit" very much, as if she was a minister or subordinate of Zhou Yi.

Even if Bai Lian's temperament is not arrogant, it can even be said to be humble, but after attaining immortality and claiming to be the top being in the world, how could he be willing to succumb to others.

It's a pity that even if the Buddha is under the eaves, he also has to bow his head.

As the underworld continues to expand and develop, White Lotus has a feeling in the dark, and the power of reincarnation, coveted by countless people, may usher in its first master.

Bai Lian secretly hopes that she can become the second one.

Then he calmed down, with a kind smile on his face, nodded slightly to the Yin soldiers on duty, and stepped into the Yama Hall.

The Hall of Yama was transformed from the original city lord's palace, and is still the core of the Netherworld. The Yin and Yang clone of Zhou Yi sits here and calls himself the Great Emperor of Fengdu.

Zhou Yi was reviewing official documents, and the official documents submitted by the Judge's Hall were only much more than those of the Demon Slayer Division.

"Why are you here, fellow Taoist?"

"The Naihe Bridge, the City of Wasted Death, the Evil Mirror Platform, the Yin Mountain, etc. have been built. Many Yin soldiers have been assigned to the Soul Guidance Department, the Ticha Department and other departments. Relying on fellow Taoist immortal weapons and magic weapons, nine of the eighteen levels of hell have been completed."

Bai Lianhui reported: "The formation of the reincarnation formation has also begun to be arranged. When will fellow Taoist go to Guan City to look for Mo Sheng?"

"Pindao, I have already rushed to the far west."

Zhou Yi said: "I killed a lot of demons along the way, and also encountered the White Tiger Demon God. I have never heard about Mo Sheng."

Now Zhouyi understands quite well that the clones of immortals and Buddhas are everywhere.

The first is of course a life-saving method, and the second is that there are too many things to deal with.

After only a few decades of enlightenment, the Zhouyi clones were stationed in the Demon Slayer Division and the Underworld. After thousands of years, countless clones were left outside. The clones have different identities, backgrounds, and cultivation levels, and they will even fight each other to achieve certain goals.

There is Taoism and Buddhism, there is good and there is evil, it is everywhere and it is omnipotent.

"Sage Mo is not in this world, but lives in seclusion in the cave. You must know the secret method to enter."

Bai Lian said: "The donor has met Bai Hu, and he is not far from Mojia Village. There is a black stone mountain three thousand miles to the west. There is no grass growing on the mountain, and Mojia Village is hidden in the heart of the mountain."

Zhou Yi carefully recalled that there was indeed a deserted black mountain near the White Tiger Territory, and continued to ask.

"How to enter the secret cave?"

"Shi presided over a volume of the White Lotus Sutra and entered it into the mountains. He shouted at the Mojia Village Ancestral Hall that old friends were visiting."

The corner of Bai Lian's mouth curled up slightly: "Sage Mo has extraordinary magical powers. When he sees the scriptures, he will definitely open the entrance to the cave."

Zhou Yi asked: "Does Sheng Mo have other descendants?"

"Sage Mo taught the Dharma regardless of his or her origin, and he had countless disciples."

Bai Lian replied: "However, there is only one direct descendant. He made friends with a poor monk, but unfortunately he failed to achieve the great path."

"..."

Zhou Yi said helplessly: "So Taoist friend killed the only descendant of Mo Sheng?"

"What is meant by killing? It's just different ways!"

Bai Lian said: "The poor monk and the master do not conspire against each other, and Mo Qu and Mo Sheng do not conspire against each other. They are like-minded!"

"It's a mutual resemblance!"

When Zhou Yi was talking, Xuanhuang's clone had already fled to Heishan.

The Demon Court is about to be established, and time does not wait for me.

After the formation is settled in the Wangchuan River, if it cannot be integrated with the buildings of the underworld, it will be equivalent to building an empty shell of the underworld, which is far from being able to compete with the demon court that suppresses heaven and earth.

Zhou Yi suddenly remembered something and asked, "Do you know about Junzi's country?"

When the judge Fan Wujiu was traveling, he encountered people from the Junzi Kingdom. They worshiped Confucian Sage, a powerful figure who was as powerful as Mo Sage.

The human race has a long history, which is no shorter than that of the demon race. There have been many strong people. As long as they do not fall in love with the demon race, they can unite.

"Of course I know that the poor monk once argued with the Confucian sage!"

Bai Lian recited Amitabha Buddha silently in her heart. She was a monk and did not lie. She once followed the Master and chanted sutras to support him.

"Confucian sage, how is this person?"

Zhou Yi made up his mind and Bai Lian praised it, it was definitely not a good thing.

"Hypocrisy, hypocrisy, hypocrisy!"

White Lotus Evil Buddha proclaimed the Buddha's name: "Amitabha, this poor monk can't help but feel angry!"

"Very good!"

Zhou Yi felt that Confucian saints were good and could be won over.

…

The land of the far west.

Nameless barren mountain.

The mountains are mostly covered with black stones, which are low-grade weapon-refining materials that can isolate mana induction.

Zhou Yi landed on the top of the mountain, his majestic magic power penetrated the rocks, and he could faintly feel the hollow in the belly of the mountain.

"I can't sense the breath of living creatures. No wonder the Mo family has lived in seclusion for countless years and no news has come out."

The body shape turned into a black and yellow escaping light, following the cracks in the rocks and escaping into the heart of the mountain.

After a while.

The escaping light penetrates the mountain wall and falls into a space.

Zhou Yi lowered his head and looked at the bottom of the mountain. There were vaguely large buildings. After descending to a certain height, he looked up and saw the spiritual light stone inlaid on the stone wall.

Most of them have been turned into ordinary bluestones, while a few are blooming with dim brilliance, and no one has changed them for hundreds of years at least.

"Empty city!"

Zhou Yi frowned slightly. From what he sensed, Mojia Village at the foot of the mountain still had no aura of life.

Fall to the ground.

Seeing the whole picture of Mojia Village, it is better to say that it is a miniature city than a village.

Neatly built with bluestones, city gates and turrets, the houses in the city are vertical and horizontal, highly ordered, and built according to strict planning.

Three big characters are carved on the city gate, Mojia Village.

Zhou Yi Dunguang fell in the city, and the dust on the ground was already thick. The buildings on both sides of the street had been blessed by magic, and the erosion of the years was not serious.

Breathe the wind!

Using the earth evil magical power, the breath of the entire mountainside passed through the tip of his nose.

"It's lifeless and has no evil spirit. Could it be that it's been too long and Mojia Village has changed places."

This is not impossible. The information updated by the White Lotus Evil Buddha is often limited to hundreds or thousands of years, and the ordinary people have passed through more than ten generations.

Zhou Yi walked around the city. The city was similar to the village in that it was not large in area.

The buildings in the city are basically similar, including the City Lord's Mansion adjacent to the ancestral hall. It is no different from the houses on the street. It would be unrecognizable if it weren't for the plaques on the doors. The highest point in Mojia Village is the central ancestral hall of the village. It is simply built higher and has no luxury whatsoever.

Mojia Village looks nothing like the legendary Immortal Sect Holy Land!

Zhou Yi entered the ancestral hall and saw the tokens from top to bottom. The first one was Mo Qu.

"Sage Mo treated this direct disciple in an extraordinary way. He beat him to death with his own hands and even entered the ancestral hall!"

The magic power swept across the ancestral hall, the dust of the ancestral hall was gone, and the jade Ruyi turned into a barbecue grill.

Zhou Yi took out a real dragon leg and skewered it on the barbecue grill.

The spiritual fire ignited on its own, and a moment later, the rich aroma of meat floated in the ancestral hall.

When the dragon legs were burned to golden brown, Zhou Yi tasted them. They were charred on the outside and tender on the inside. They were very delicious.

As the saying goes, dragon meat is in the sky and donkey meat is on the ground, which describes the deliciousness of donkey meat. But who would eat donkey meat when there is dragon meat?

The legs of a real dragon seem to be four to five feet long, but weigh more than a thousand kilograms. A mortal can be full after just one sniff, while an ordinary monk would have to refine it for several days after just one bite.

Zhou Yi ate up the dragon's legs three times and five times, then sat cross-legged and meditated to circulate his magic power.

The city is dark day and night.

suddenly.

There was a rustling sound, and there was a faint rotation of gears, and they kept making a squeaking sound.

boom! boom! boom!

The ground shook, gradually approaching the ancestral hall.

Zhou Yi slowly opened his eyes, his aura flickering, and he saw a figure several feet tall approaching.

"It's finally here. I want to see what it is!"

The true immortal sense is so sensitive. I walked around Mojia Village before and found no human or demonic scent, but I found something strange in some houses.

As people age, they become better, and as things age, they become more mature.

Theoretically, anything contaminated with spiritual energy and evil spirits has the possibility of turning into a spirit. However, this is the first time Zhou Yi has heard of House Creatures.

After all, a house is not an independent object but is made up of different parts.

At this time, the figure approaching from outside used the window as its eyes and the door as its mouth. The beams turned into arms, and the bricks and stones turned into legs. Each step of tens of feet shook the ground.

After the house monster approached the ancestral hall, it looked at Zhouyi along the window edge.

"Roar!"

"What's it called?"

Zhou Yi waved his hand and grabbed it, and the majestic magic power turned into a giant palm holding the sky, holding the house monster in his hand.

With a gentle squeeze, the house collapsed and shattered, leaving only a ray of spiritual light.

Search for souls!

The house monster only remembered that he had suddenly developed spiritual intelligence and could change his body shape. He had just come to drive away Zhou Yi according to his master's order.

Deduction and divination!

A tiny thread of cause and effect extended outside the ancestral hall.

Zhou Yi turned into a escaping light and followed the silk traces to a house in Mojia Village.

The magic power swept through, and there was no sign of life in the room. After pushing the door open and going in, he saw the white-haired old man sitting in the room, slowly sipping tea.

"What an exquisite concealment method, I didn't notice it at all!"

Zhou Yi looked at the old man carefully. He was dressed in blue and gray linen, and his arms and body movements were stiff, not like a living person.

The old man's voice seemed to come out of his mouth one by one.

"Master Taoist, please sit down."

Zhou Yi Jingzi sat opposite the old man and raised his eyebrows when he saw the tea in the cup.

"Is this fairy tea?"

"Taoist Priest has a good eye. It was originally fairy tea, but unfortunately it has been brewed for thousands of years and has lost its flavor."

There was no emotion in the old man's voice. If it had to be formed, it would be a mechanical synthesis.

Zhou Yi asked: "The poor Taoist likes to drink tea and drink the most. Is there any tea plant in the cave?"

"That's natural. Only by planting fairy plants in the cave can the spiritual energy truly circulate. Otherwise it will continue to dry up. The master of the cave needs to constantly replenish spiritual things. Instead of being a help, it becomes a burden."

The old man said: "There is a plant of Enlightenment Immortal Tea in the Guan Cave. Drinking it can increase your understanding."

"The poor man longs for it!"

Zhou Yi hurriedly asked: "How to get to the secret cave?"

"I don't even know."

The old man shook his head and said: "Unexpectedly, he has been sleeping for ten thousand years. No one is in the village anymore, and the entrance to the cave is nowhere to be seen. After waiting for thousands of years, no clan members came back to visit, so he set up some spiritual houses to keep him company."

"Spirit house!"

Zhou Yi suddenly understood and said: "Is that the house that transformed into a monster? Dozens of hundreds of objects in the house can actually be coordinated and transformed into a whole."

"This is the secret technique of Mohism."

The old man said: "I am not very good at what I have learned. I can only train some houses. Once I have mastered this technique, I can integrate the entire city into one and turn it into a war puppet with unparalleled power."

"Wonderful!"

Zhou Yi praised the Mohist secret technique, which was suitable for use in the underworld. He also praised the White Lotus Evil Buddha for being knowledgeable and knowledgeable. If he was allowed to figure it out by himself, he doesn't know how long it would take to wait.

"Does my father have a way to contact the Mo family? Pindao has something important to do with the human race, and he needs to ask Saint Mo to come out!"

"I don't know."

The old man said: "I am nothing more than a puppet at the bottom of the government city. I am responsible for serving the disciples of Momen. I am not qualified to serve as a summons."

"Pity."

Zhou Yi sighed.

"With Taoist Master's magical power, there is no need to sigh. Sooner or later, we will find Mo Sheng."

The old man said: "When we find traces of the mechanism cave, please let the Taoist priest tell me."

Zhou Yi said: "This is not what Pindao regrets."

"what is that?"

The old man always has an expressionless face and a calm voice.

"It's a pity that my husband gave up his life!"

As Zhou Yi spoke, he pointed his finger at the old man's eyebrows.

The mechanism puppet also has a center. With Mo Sheng's mysterious power, the puppet can almost be turned into a living person, and there is a high probability that the head is also the core.

The old man's expression remained unchanged. He saw the spiritual light approaching rapidly and was about to smash his forehead.

Wow!

The body changed rapidly, the old skin and gray linen clothes were broken, and in the blink of an eye it expanded to more than two feet, turning from a rickety old man into a man in golden armor.

Zhou Yi's fingers fell on the helmet of the man in golden armor, leaving only a slight crack.

"Comparable to the defense of a demon!"

Suddenly, with a sound, the aura on his fingertips surged, and he instantly unleashed 100% of his mana.

The man in golden armor showed a look of fear, covered his head with his arms, and shouted loudly.

"Come and help me!"

boom!

With his arms broken, the man in golden armor took advantage of the situation and flew out of the house.

At this time, streaks of golden light lit up in Mojia Village, flying out from the houses, underground, walls, cracks in the rocks, and other places.

Falling around Zhou Yi, they turned into hundreds of men in golden armor.

These men are exactly the same height, have 70% similar faces, and have the same armor style.

The man with a broken arm said: "As an outsider, you are not welcome in Mojia Village!"

"Pindao apologize first."

Zhou Yi made a circle and said: "This matter is of great importance. I will not be unreasonable today. Either you will guide me to where the cave is, or we will all die."

"Arrogant!"

A man in golden armor roared angrily: "Even if the immortals and Buddhas come, I don't dare to run wild in Mojia Village!"

"Do you think the True Immortal Buddha is afraid of you? That's just for the sake of Saint Mo's face, and it's just a defense comparable to that of the Demonic Immortal!"

After Zhou Yi finished speaking, sword light flew out of his sleeves and circled around the man who spoke.

brush!

The man in golden armor was broken into two pieces at the waist, and the wound was as smooth as a mirror.

Zhou Yi came to the door with a request, so he did not kill him and said: "The puppet creatures of the machine have a long life, so don't miss it today!"

"Formation! Formation!"

The men in golden armor shouted one after another and formed a formation according to mysterious positions. The golden aura connected them together, and their momentum increased several times.

"The gap is too big! It's useless!"

Zhou Yi pinched the sword secret with his hand, and the Ziying sword turned into thousands of sword lights, easily cutting off the spiritual light connection and breaking the formation.

The sword energy rushed past, and the man in golden armor was unstoppable. He intercepted all of them and lost all his fighting power.