Zongman: Is this how it’s sewn?

Chapter 187. Soul Returns to Hometown and Reincarnates

After some laughter, anger and scolding, Xu Zhenqing sent Yaoyao away and entered the virtual world, where he continued to command the world.

"Speaking of which, can the fire of transformation burn the virtual universe?" Xu Zhenqing was puzzled, and he did it without hesitation. He lit a cluster of flames and threw it casually at the headquarters city of the Black Dragon Mountain Empire.

The spark turned into a raging fire in the blink of an eye. If Xu Zhenqing had not stopped in the end, under this trend, if no strong person had stood up to survive, the entire virtual universe would have been in danger of being destroyed.

Xu Zhenqing felt a little regretful and said, "There are so many souls left to harvest. This deal cannot be done unless it is absolutely necessary. This is all my money, my money."

He selected several popular games in the universe and helped the newborn Earthlings choose games with a critical eye. As time passed, after exiting the virtual universe, Xu Zhenqing discovered that it was time for the commendation meeting.

Under the watchful eyes of the crowd, Xu Zhenqing presented flowers to the dead souls one by one. There were more than 3,000 of them, each of whom was a hero in their own area. They shed blood in the void to defend the border, and now their souls have returned to their hometown.

"When the body dies, the spirit becomes a spirit, and the soul becomes a ghost hero." Xu Zhenqing held the mountain to stop the river, and the gate of hell appeared. The aura of hell shocked everyone present. Fortunately, it was expected and did not cause a sensation.

A scroll ten feet square was unfolded, revealing the soul of the hero taken in by Xu Zhenqing. The scroll brought the hero to the gate of hell.

Xu Zhenqing casually projected the scene inside hell, which was a vast and boundless empty place with no end in sight. It was dead silent, peaceful, and lifeless, as if it was the eternal theme here.

It seemed like a desolate place, with no visibility of the ground, and even no way of distinguishing up from down, with no end in sight.

If you look up, you can see many meteorites floating in the sky, some big, some small, some bigger than mountains, some as big as millstones, from low altitude to the end of the deep sky, too many to count.

Xiaoyu suddenly said, "This looks a bit like the place where the Holy Lord was sealed."

"Xiaoyu, this is a very serious scene, don't talk too much." Jackie Chan warned Xiaoyu, quickly covered Xiaoyu's mouth, and then smiled awkwardly to the person next to him.

In addition to meteorites, some giant weapons were also seen. Some were normal, while others were thousands of feet long, broken and rusty, lying across the space above. It was hard to imagine what kind of creatures used these weapons.

Some people frowned deeply. In this area, even scrolls could not fly, but these things could actually float in the air. It was really weird.

Finally, after the scroll jumped for a distance again, the light in front shot up into the sky, illuminating all directions, and many meteorites suspended in the void were clearly visible.

It was a huge and ancient city, the whole of it was gorgeous and dazzling, the light shot into the sky, releasing rich energy beams.

Someone well-versed in Chinese classical culture whispered, "Could it be the City of the Dead?"

The City of the Wrongful Dead is a city in the underworld that specifically accommodates the ghosts of those who died unjustly due to suicide, disasters, wars, accidents, murders, etc. In this dark abyss, there is such a bright city, which makes these people suspicious.

Someone said with a chill in his spine, "There's a bright city in this dark world. What a striking contrast."

The pitch-black space was vast and boundless, the earth was lifeless and dead silent, like a desolate Gobi Desert, and other areas were pitch dark.

Only here, like the place where the sun falls, the city is magnificent, the light reaches the sky, illuminating the void, and the meteorites one after another across the sky are clearly visible.

When the scroll reached a certain point, everyone saw the tragic scene. Near the city, a sea of ​​crimson crimson lay scattered across the ground, with corpses strewn everywhere. The ground was littered with broken limbs and broken walls. The bones of humans, beasts, and birds of prey lay piled together. The golden corpse of the Peng bird still shed blood. Crows, like black-gold suns, remained standing even after their deaths, hanging high in the sky, radiating a dark light. Many of the creatures were unheard of and unseen.

A neatly dressed middle-aged man pointed at the screen and said, "Why does that black sun look so much like my Word Spirit Black Sun?"

"Dad, why don't you just ask Brother Zhenqing and you'll know?" The girl asked with her head tilted, but was gently rubbed on the head and received no answer.

These corpses must have been left behind countless years ago. They have not rotted after death, are still bleeding, and are still shiny. The corpses scattered all over the ground are all saints, or even higher. This conclusion is too terrifying.

Some individuals were so large, like asteroids, and some were just a bloody black claw left behind by that creature, which was taller than a mountain and ten thousand feet high. If it appeared as a whole, it would be unimaginable.

There are star beasts and cosmic beasts that have been killed here. They are creatures whose sizes exceed those of stars and other celestial bodies, and they were blown up on this land.

Among them are even divine beasts and sacred birds, which are extremely powerful races in the universe. Their numbers are rare, and some of them have died here.

Then, the scroll went around to another part of the city, and this time various plants were seen.

Black dandelions took root in the flesh, devouring light and distorting space.

Xu Zhenqing muttered to himself, "It's a bit like the Demonic Pu Clan in the Perfect World."

In addition, there are strange peach trees that absorb blood and are green all over, and silver walnut trees that are withered and produce strange and amazing fruits.

Wang Chao stared at the fruit in a daze, thinking to himself, "What level of fruit is this? Is it considered a holy medicine?"

There are also beautiful but unknown enchanting flowers with half of a dragon's body remaining in its petals. Most of its flesh and blood has been digested, but the remaining part has not yet dissolved.

The old Taoist priest behind the old Taoist priest suddenly said, "It's a dragon. It's exactly the same as the nine dragon corpses we saw on Mount Tai, except that they are not as big as those nine."

Xu Zhenqing took a glance and realized that the other party was the foundation of the Tianshi Mansion in Longhu Mountain, the ancestor who appeared in "The Great Ruler", and a saint. The other party's lifespan was insufficient, so the country used a holy medicine to invite him out of the mountain as a backup.

"Old senior, where is the ancestral artifact of China at that time?" Xu Zhenqing asked suddenly.

The ancestor of the Tianshi Mansion said in a deep voice: "At that time, people from Fentigang broke into the interlayer space of Mount Tai and looted most of the ancestral artifacts."

Xu Zhenqing ignored everyone present and said, "These old men from the West, if they don't fight hard, then there's no need for them to stay alive."

When the scroll entered the path of reincarnation, Xu Zhenqing no longer let the scroll go deeper, but simply placed these heroic spirits behind the souls of some powerful creatures. These souls were confused and had no intelligence, so they would not harm other souls.

"I will let these heroic spirits enter the cycle of reincarnation, so that they will not be stranded here, unable to be reborn." Xu Zhenqing took back the scroll and said slowly, just to tell them that as long as they die fighting for the earth, they will have the opportunity to reincarnate.

These heroic spirits were all infected by Xu Zhenqing, and became the vanguards who infected all the heavens and worlds, and of course, they were also convenient for future guidance.

(End of this chapter)