You are all immortal cultivators, how dare you challenge my heavenly tribulation?

Chapter 122 (Seeking follow-up reading) Listen to the ghosts and send them off! [Seeking monthly votes and recommendation votes]

Python Tunnel——

Fang Lei has reached the bottom.

What appeared in front of him was a long corridor, very long and extremely dark, and no one knew where it led to.

"Whoosh-"

A breeze blew in from the other end of the corridor, bringing with it an indescribable smell.

A mixture of blood, corruption, and stench rushed straight into Fang Lei's nostrils.

"This bloody smell is not enough even if the entire Mang family is buried!" Fang Lei's tone became low, and even contained a hint of a roar.

He narrowed his eyes, his expression became serious, and he walked deeper into the corridor without looking back.

A golden armor appeared on his body, engraved with various postures such as dragon soaring, dragon dancing, dragon circling, dragon raising its head, dragon bowing, dragon roaring, dragon howling, dragon sleeping... The whole body was shining with golden light, and the moment the armor appeared, the surroundings suddenly became golden, and the entire corridor became extremely transparent. It was with the help of the golden light that Fang Lei saw that the soil in the corridor was all black and red.
Fang Lei paused slightly, then turned his head back and continued walking forward.

Behind the golden armor appeared a very mismatched flag. This flag had a long pole and a black base. The flag was rectangular in shape, with the words "Ten Thousand Souls" written in white from top to bottom.

As soon as the Ten Thousand Souls Banner appeared, the entire underground became as if the still button was pressed, becoming extremely quiet, empty and dead silent.

Tap, tap - only Fang Lei's footsteps told the world that it had not been stopped.

Sure enough, the next moment!
Countless winds, winds from all directions...

Be it a gentle breeze or a strong wind...

Wind as sharp as a sword, wind that blew up sand and stones, wind that was thick with blood, wind that was corrupt, black wind, bloody wind, wind that was accompanied by wailing, wind that was accompanied by roaring...

Their goals were surprisingly consistent, and they all rushed towards the Ten Thousand Souls Banner frantically.

At the same time, Fang Lei began to hear hallucinations -

There was wailing! There was crying!
"Ahhh, why are you killing me!" "You will get your retribution!"

"Wuwuwu, I don't want to die!" "I have parents and children to take care of, please don't kill me, I... I will give you money, lots and lots of money!"

The rebellious butcher, the begging woman, the humble man...

There are thanks! There are hellos!
"Thank you, my friend!" "Thank you, sir!" "Thank you, uncle!"

Fang Lei's eyes lit up slightly, and he turned his head to look, only to see a group of timid little kids, both boys and girls, with no flesh on their faces and empty eyes as if they had been gouged out. Further away stood a group of people wearing straw raincoats and bamboo hats, ladies and young ladies with luxurious makeup, and like these kids, they all looked like evil ghosts with no flesh on their faces.

Fang Lei didn't say anything, nor did he stop, he continued walking forward.

There is homesickness! There is searching for relatives!

"I really want to see the rivers of my hometown again! My friend, do you know how to get to Qianchuan Country?"

"Sir, can you tell me how to get to Dingtu Country? I seem to have been separated from my maid."

"My dear grandson, walk slowly, walk slowly. Grandma is blind, please walk slowly..."

"Old man, where are you? Old man?"

"Dad, woo, mom, woo, where are you? Woo, woo, woo, I'm afraid of the dark! Woo, woo, afraid of the dark!"

A dying old man, a lonely young lady, a helpless child, and a middle-aged man who has left his hometown.

Some cried with joy! Some yelled and cursed the sky!

"Finally I see a living person. Hey, boy, tell me where this is. I am the biggest bandit in Canglang Mountain of Yesen Country. Send me back and I will give you endless money and women to play with! Hey? By the way, your armor is pretty good. Hand it over!"

“Damn God, you’re not qualified to kill me! Ahhhh, I won’t die, ahahahahaha!”

The greedy bandits, the madmen who risked their lives to fight against the heavens...

Fang Lei endured the various wails, whispers, sobs, roars and curses coming from his ears with an expressionless face.

All this was just child's play for him who had already experienced deeper levels of darkness.

But Fang Lei felt very depressed and even had a hard time breathing...

As a result, his thoughts went further and further away, and he thought of a scripture, but it was not a scripture from this world.

He began to chant unconsciously: "Changle World, Miaoyan Heavenly Palace. Named Qinghua, manifesting benevolent light in the six realms."

"Teaching to open the Yellow Sutra, sprinkle nectar in the ten directions. The lion throne divides the truth, and in every kalpa, it seeks out the sound and saves all things."

"The dragon talisman descends the Qi, responding to the call from time to time to save people. It controls the inspiration of the mysterious Yuanshi, and guides the creation of heaven, earth and man."

"All requests are answered, and no wish is left unfulfilled. Great compassion, great vows, great saint, great mercy. The loving father of all directions."

"Taiyi Rescue God of Suffering, Donghua Injection Life Emperor."

This is the "Duren Sutra", also known as the "Tai Shang Dong Xuan Ling Bao Infinite Salvation of Humanity Superior Wonderful Sutra".

Suddenly, Fang Lei’s countless wronged souls began to gather towards Fang Lei.

Fang Lei's move was too ostentatious, attracting the attention of countless figures in the depths...

……

“Huff, huff—”

"Tread, tap, tap—"

"The Everlasting World, the Wonderful Heavenly Palace. It is called Qinghua, and it manifests its benevolent light in the six realms."

From the corridor came the sound of whistling wind, footsteps, and the never-ending chanting of sutras.

The sounds of footsteps and the whistling of the wind became smaller and smaller, and the golden light became fainter and fainter. Only the sound of scriptures began to seep into the corridor.

Fang Lei walked very slowly. He was in no hurry after all...

As he chanted, every time he took a step forward, a white lotus would emerge from the ground and hold his feet.

As the lotus emerged, the soil underfoot began to turn into its normal color, and the bloody smell that emanated from it became extremely faint.

But when Fang Lei walked past, the lotus disappeared out of thin air, as if it had never existed.

Just like that, Fang Lei walked forward very slowly, one lotus step at a time.

……

A few hours later——

"Tap, tap, tap--" The second sound of footsteps was heard in the corridor.

"Hey, Hu Qianzhong, the smell of blood is so strong up there, why does it become lighter down there? Did we come to the wrong place?" Xing Honglong asked with a strange expression.

"It's not that we came to the wrong place, but someone got there first! Have you forgotten? The ground in the Mang family hall was like it was bombarded by thunder?" Hu Qianzhong looked at Xing Honglong helplessly, as if to say, have you forgotten what just happened?

"Oh oh oh, that's right! This guy is quite nice!" Xing Honglong said meaningfully.

"Don't make assumptions... If he did this out of kindness, then he is a friend, not an enemy! On the contrary, if he did this to erase all traces, then he is an enemy, not a friend!"

"Ah? Is it so troublesome to erase all traces? Can't we just blow it up directly?" Xing Honglong asked in confusion.

"...What you said makes sense." Hu Qianzhong was speechless for a moment, then nodded and looked at Xing Honglong with satisfaction.

"What's with that look in your eyes?" Xing Honglong frowned.

"A look of admiration!" Hu Qianzhong said without changing his expression.

"Oh!"
After the two of them calmed down, they heard faint sounds of scriptures.

"Hey, did you hear any sound?" Xing Honglong suddenly asked with a pale face.

"I heard it!" Hu Qianzhong ignored Xing Honglong. He turned his head to look at the corridor, then with a serious face he picked up a piece of soil from the corridor and put it next to his ear.

"What's wrong?" Xing Honglong followed suit.

The two looked at each other and could see the shock in each other's eyes.

Because the sound of the scriptures comes from the soil!
Is there a monthly ticket? Is there a monthly ticket?

If not, I will ask again tomorrow!
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(End of this chapter)