Secular world: My destiny has no taboos

Chapter 405: 415: You have entered a special area: Netherworld
"Dingling bell~~~"

The ringing sound is long, as if it transcends the boundaries of time and space, creating ripples like a lake and reverberating in the depths of everyone's soul.

Everyone's eyes were involuntarily focused on the figure in the center of the altar.

The dark fog rolled, and there seemed to be an endless number of strange things surging inside, constantly expanding the dark fog.

When the spiritual sound landed, everyone's soul, except for those on Lin Beixuan's side, couldn't help but jump. Their soul shadows were disorganized, and they felt strangely detached from their bodies.

The expanding dark fog was like a huge barrier, blocking the shining Buddha's light as well as the huge Buddha's palm that was slowly coming down.

If someone had a panel like Lin Beixuan's in his mind, a series of prompts would surely sound at this moment.

[You have entered a special area: the Netherworld. ]

[The Netherworld: It connects the Nine Heavenly Palaces above and the Nine Netherworlds below. It is said that: it is invisible and inaudible, and is called the Netherworld...]

[Note: If you are in the Netherworld Domain Sacrifice Field, you will be watched by the Netherworld God and harassed by spiritual sounds. Every once in a while, your spirit body will be forced to be turbulent, and the Lord of the Netherworld will be fed back by the souls scattered in the field. You cannot be covered by low-level altars, and you cannot be invalidated.]

[Note: In the Netherworld Sacrifice Field, good and bad luck are uncertain, and your karma will not be affected. Your good and evil deeds in life will be passively judged. Good people will gain +50 reputation and +50 spirit, and fall into the "dawn" state. Evil people will lose -50 luck and -50 lifespan, and fall into the "dusk" state.]

[Dawn: You are judged as good in the Netherworld, and your reputation and spirit are improved, but the Lord of the Netherworld is in charge of karma and blessings. He can take anything from you as a good karma between you and him.]

[Dusk: You are judged as evil in the Netherworld, and your luck and lifespan are passively deprived. The Lord of the Netherworld is in charge of good and bad fortune. Based on your evil deeds, you will continue to be burned by the path-karma flames, and you will be deprived of your vision, hearing, and mobility.]

[Note: In the Netherworld Domain Sacrifice Field, all lives except the Netherworld Lord fall into a special 'Netherworld' state, their spirits continue to decline, and the effects of the Netherworld Lord's path increase. ]

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The confrontation between the altars is like the coverage between the weather. The big weather often has an unparalleled suppressive power over the small weather.

The skinner's blood-stained clothes swayed gently in the dark mist. After following Lin Beixuan for so long, even this set of clothes showed a subtle trend of extraordinary evolution.

The originally smooth blood-stained clothes now had many strange patterns on them.

These patterns are like evil ghosts with their claws stretched out fiercely, roaring and looking towards the human world, as if trying to break free from the bloody cage and devour all living beings.

And behind Lin Beixuan, it seemed as if there was a miniature of a huge world. Someone saw a corner of it. Amid the reflection of the dark mountains and rivers, a magnificent city gate stood. The city gate, made of fine iron, was engraved with images of all kinds of mountain spirits and ghosts in the world. They were lifelike, as if they would jump out at the next moment, making people's souls tremble.

But more people cannot see these things. Their vision, hearing, and mobility are all deprived. It is as if they are in a dark and depressing space. Only their minds are still active.

Fear and helplessness gave them endless fantasies, as if they had become lambs to be slaughtered, about to be judged by the underworld.

Good and evil seem to be personified at this moment, and everyone becomes equal regardless of their strength.

A scale lifted them all up and placed them on the scales of judgment.

"Gulu..."

Zhuge Qing swallowed his saliva and sat cross-legged in a corner in the dense fog.

He kept reciting the Heart Cleansing and Miasma Removing Techniques he had learned in the secular world, trying to get rid of all the chaotic thoughts in his mind, but he simply couldn't do it.

In the dark, he seemed to have been judged by some unknown existence, which allowed him to break away from the endless and complicated thoughts.

"Oh my god, what happened to him? Could this be Boss Lin's true form in the secular world?
If that's the case, then I have no choice but to hug this thigh!"

Zhuge Qing secretly observed the battle situation from the side, but everything changed too quickly. The previous second, the Buddha's light was shining brightly, and the victory almost leaned towards the official side.

But the next second, the gray-black fog, like the desire deep in the human soul, grew rapidly, covering the sky and the sun with an overwhelming trend, enveloping everything.

However, Zhuge Qing's eyes never left Lin Beixuan. He knew that all this was caused by the man obtaining the official magic weapon to repair his soul.

"I actually asked the big guy to participate in the Zhou Tian Da Jiao before. What was I thinking?"

Zhuge Qing showed a bitter smile: "But it is also true... Participating in the competition is not as fast as snatching it directly!"

Zhuge Qing slowly looked in the direction of Lin Beixuan. The dark fog blocked his sight, but it could not stop the admiration and excitement in his heart.

Complex and chaotic thoughts collided in his mind, and he vaguely had a bold idea.

……

“So, I really hate bald donkeys!”

Feeling the powerful strength in his body, Lin Beixuan slowly walked forward and looked up at the two giant Buddhas in the sky who were staring at him with complicated and shocked expressions.

"Come down!"

As soon as these words were spoken, an illusory figure that was much larger and taller than the giant Buddha suddenly rose up from the gray fog.

The figure wore a crown and a black robe that seemed to be woven from strands of ink silk threads, with mountains, rivers and canals painted on the top and birds and beasts on the bottom. The strong yin energy pulled at one corner of the robe, as if the emperor of the world had come in person.

The figure looked at the two giant Buddhas with indifferent eyes. In an instant, the terrifying pressure directly pressed the two human immortals from the Shao Temple to the ground, turning the giant Buddhas into normal human forms.

After revealing their true identities, they were two fat monks wearing robes, with rings on their bald heads. After landing, they opened their eyes wide, full of fear and disbelief.

It is rumored that the road to the underworld is blocked in the mortal world and the underworld is not visible, but what is in front of them now?
Gong Qingzhi next to him frowned slightly. He didn't expect that these two people would come to rescue Shanwaishan.

"Cidu and Ciwu from Shao Temple."

Due to differences in Buddhist and Taoist concepts, the Longhushan and Puti Shao Temples have never been able to get along, but they have had many dealings with each other, so Gong Qingzhi could tell the difference between the two at a glance.

The strength of these two people is already among the best in the fairyland of the modern world, and is almost the same as his.

However, even though these two people manifested as the golden bodies of Buddhism, they were still suppressed by the other party and their golden bodies dispersed and fell from the sky.

From this we can see that the gap between the two sides is so huge that it cannot be measured simply by realm.

The previously extremely strong Buddhist atmosphere on the field disappeared in an instant, and was replaced by the ominous and weird atmosphere like the Nine Netherworld Purgatory.

Every once in a while, Gong Qingzhi would find his soul turbulent, and he would have to suppress it with all his strength to prevent it from leaving his body.

In front of that king-like shadow, there was always a feeling that his soul wanted to abandon his body and submit to the other party.

This made Gong Qingzhi feel very uneasy and he wanted to leave quickly.

"I wonder if Ji Ling has taken the people from Longhu Mountain away. If this Master Yin gets angry, he might collect all the souls of everyone on the mountain. That would be troublesome!"

Gong Qingzhi had already prepared for the worst. He looked in the direction of Lin Beixuan, and his muscles were tense as never before.

Because he found that the other party suddenly looked at him.

The next moment, Gong Qingzhi saw Master Yin raising his hand towards him, with his five fingers holding a dragon and five claws open.

"not good!"

Gong Qingzhi's eyebrows jumped, and he felt that a great crisis was coming. He could not afford to be careless, and he was about to use his trump card immediately. However, the light he used only flashed, and then it was swept away by an unknown force, leaving him no time to react.

Gong Qingzhi stared blankly at his empty right hand, where his natal magic weapon should have appeared.

Then he raised his head as if he sensed something, his eyes fixed on the figure in the drifting gray mist.

The figure stood quietly, but at some point, a sword suddenly appeared in his hand.

"Wait... that's my ruler!" Gong Qingzhi felt that his faith in Taoism was suddenly shaken. This was his natal magic weapon, so how could it appear in someone else's hands? It was totally against common sense.

Lin Beixuan silently withdrew his gaze from Gong Qingzhi and looked at the three-foot magic weapon in his hand.

This is a ruler as black as black jade, engraved with Taoist runes. It looks like an ancient sword, with a sword guard, but no edge or blade, and the tip of the ruler is smooth.

When Gong Qingzhi was about to use his natal magic weapon, Lin Beixuan immediately snatched it away by force.

After recovering his soul and passing through the realm with his physical body, Lin Beixuan discovered that his earthly body had become much stronger than when he was fighting with the Xuanhuang hungry ghost.

Perhaps because of the Soul Gathering Bell, his control over power was more handy than before.

The temple with lingering fragrance hidden deep in his mansion looked unusually prosperous. The rich divinity enveloped the space like a veil, and the flames of the incense illuminated the surroundings like stars.

"While I was unconscious, what kind of enhancement did that body undergo?!"

Lin Beixuan narrowed his eyes and temporarily suppressed his doubts.

Everyone present was shocked by the terrifying aura emanating from Lin Beixuan.

With just one sentence, two powerful human immortals were suppressed. The gap between them was obvious. If one jumped out at this time, he would be the one who would suffer. No one would be stupid enough to make a mistake at this time.

Even the two official human immortals and people from the three organizations, Longyuan, Zhanlu and Tai'a, stood stiffly where they were, changing their minds again and again.

Senior officials watched the entire incident through the cameras hidden in their collars.

They made a quick decision and ordered Shen Qinghe and others to stop worrying about the Soul Gathering Bell and instead try to make contact with Master Yin, or the general of the Beiming Army.

The Soul Gathering Bell that was listed in the Weapon Legend Atlas was certainly important, but the value of the one in front of them had obviously completely exceeded the imagination of the official top brass.

Besides, considering the opponent's strength, I'm afraid they won't care at all even if they keep biting them.

"I understand!"

Shen Qinghe took a deep breath and looked at the captains of the Zhanlu and Tai'a teams. Both sides nodded to each other.

They planned to put away the formation channels that could be used to set up the Great Array of Conferred Gods, but Lin Beixuan did not know what they were thinking. Just as they were about to take action, a pair of eyes burning with golden and black flames respectively looked over at them.

In an instant, a scorching fire rose from the black metal stick that served as the channel of the formation, burning and melting it instantly.

"..."

Shen Qinghe threw away the completely broken stick with a wry smile, secretly frightened in his heart.

I'm afraid that even if they formed a divine formation, they would not be able to do anything to the other side.

Those people in the planning group above are hiding behind the cameras, so how could they know the fear of those who are in the situation themselves.

The pressure and aura that are enough to scare anyone are completely incomprehensible to those behind the camera.

"Should I call you Master Yin, or... General Bei Ming?" Shen Qinghe asked, mustering up the courage.

However, Lin Beixuan just glanced at him casually, holding the ruler he had taken from Gong Qingzhi in his hand, and walked towards the two monks from the Shao Temple.

Ah Xiang stared at Lin Beixuan with a gloomy look and sighed: "You are just like..."

The rest of the words got stuck in her throat.

Lin Beixuan smiled at her and reached out to pat A Xiang's shoulder.

"Leave it to me next."

Ah Xiang shrugged: "I got the things for you, and the rest should be left to you."

Lin Beixuan nodded: "Those two monks have a lot of karma."

In the sacrificial field of the Netherworld Palace, Lin Beixuan could clearly see the good and evil karma of each person. The karma of the two human immortals in the Shao Temple was so red that it was purple, far exceeding that of everyone present.

This is also the reason why Lin Beixuan took action against these two people at the first opportunity.

Even if it was to show his power to the government and other major forces, the two worst ones should be the most worthy of selection, and he hated monks in the first place.

"Hypocritical Buddha."

Lin Beixuan's expression was cold. He could see every bit of evil karma in the two people. There were too many past events that even he didn't dare to look into carefully.

He said no more, and the incense temple deep inside the palace spit out a ball of incense, and a corner of the huge miniature world behind him appeared.

It was a dark and heavy city gate. Two stone beasts stood in front of the gate, revealing ancient majesty. Their eyes seemed to penetrate the void, staring at the two people from Shao Si Temple.

At the sacrificial ceremony in the Netherworld, they, who had deep karma, should have been deprived of their sight, hearing and ability to move.

But the two were human immortals after all, and although they were hindered, they were still able to make some moves.

Seeing this, the two pretended to be calm, their faces solemn, and clasped their hands together and said, "Buddha has mercy on us. This is the present world. Does the Palace Master want to violate the rules of the realm and forcibly arrest and kill us?"

The Buddhist practices are most sensitive to the seven emotions and six desires, and they can clearly feel the endless murderous intent coming from Lin Beixuan.

Hearing this, Lin Beixuan didn't care at all. What boundary rules? It didn't work for him.

A cluster of deep red karmic fire rushed up into the sky with a 'boom', and along with the miserable howls of the young temple master Ci Du, it fell into the ears of the people around.

Affected by the 'ghost' state of the altar, the damage Ci Du suffered multiplied after encountering Lin Beixuan's power.

With Ci Du's level of karma, the karmic flames would have burned violently, and with the blessing of the Netherworld state, the karmic flames on Ci Du's body directly formed a pillar of fire that rushed into the sky.

Seeing this, Ci Wu, who was next to Ci Du, was horrified. He stared at Lin Beixuan with wide eyes and cast a spell to escape.

However, just as he was about to move, thick and heavy chains stretched out from the gray and black fog, bound his limbs, and gradually dragged him towards the corner of the city gate.

The closer he got, the more distinct the strange sounds became in Ci Wu's ears. Listening carefully, there seemed to be fire, branding irons, mountains of knives and forests of guns, and the wailing of countless evildoers who were being punished.

Ci Wu tried his best to resist, but found that he was unable to do anything. He could only watch helplessly as the city gate opened up a dark and cold gap, pulling him in step by step.

But in the eyes of the people around him, Ci Wu's state at this time was like a lost soul. He stood there kneeling on the ground, with his hands clasped together, staring blankly in the direction where Lin Beixuan was.

(End of this chapter)