After Being Possessed by Spirit World Giants [Transmigration Book]

Many years ago, the situation was changing, the world was chaotic, and the two worlds of gods and demons were constantly fighting.

The strength of the demons has soared, encroaching on the human realm, leaving countless lives and dead souls.

The underworld, which houses souls and yin things, is also in chaos. The god in charge of the underworld is controlled by the demons, and the rule is cruel. He refines ghosts and becomes ghost soldiers for the demons to use.

Under heavy pressure, there must be resistance. The ghosts of the underworld hate the demons so much. In order to preserve their sanity, they attacked them. arrive.

In the end, there is only one force rising from the edge of the underworld. The main leaders are four Bo Xianyun, Yan Le, Yu Shura and Lingxiu.

Some of these four are yin spirits, some are demon spirits, and none of them are advanced. Only the leader, Bo Xianyun, has a mysterious background, treacherous experiences, and various methods. Together with the wandering spirits who fled, their power is growing day by day, posing a big threat to ghosts.

The demonic god in charge was not out of his mind, and came up with a vicious plan to attack the enemy from within, creating conflicts and breaking them one by one. As expected, Bo Xianyun's army was trapped at the mouth of the Styx River in the mountains, completely cutting off the supply point. In the channel, Bo Xianyun is in a dilemma, precarious, and can only fight with his back.

At this time, Bo Xianyun and Yan Le led the army to hide in a pass in the mountains beside the Styx River, while Yu Xiuluo and Lingxiu went out to inquire about news.

"Your Majesty, at least take a breather, otherwise no matter how high your mana is, you won't be able to sustain it."

Yan Le looked at Bo Xianyun worriedly.

After all kinds of hardships and dangers, they have gone through wind, frost, rain and snow, they finally came here, but they didn't expect it to be a place of death.

It might be worth dying with him, even if it vanishes into ashes.

Bo Xianyun sat on a stone platform, her beautiful eyes were slightly closed, her face was calm, and she was deep in thought.

The beautiful face is half covered by the shadow, like a bodhisattva enshrined in a temple.

When Yan Le was still a little fox, she liked to practice in temples most. Every time she faced the Bodhisattva, she felt very calm, and she fell into samadhi much faster.

Later, he did not survive the catastrophe and became a fairy, and the spirit pill was smashed to pieces. I don’t know if it was sincerity that touched the heavens. A Bodhisattva really came and gathered his demon spirit that was about to disappear. When he woke up, he Already in the underworld.

"Your Majesty..." Yan Le had unknowingly arrived in front of Bo Xianyun.

His complexion was already pale, so that the excessive consumption of mana was not reflected too much, but Yan Le caught a trace of uneasiness from the tired look in his eyes.

Bo Xianyun slowly opened his eyes, and Yan Le leaned low on his knees. The little fox back then was already quite commanding under his training, but...

His eyes met Yan Le's in mid-air, and his eyes couldn't help but darken.

"Your Majesty, no matter what, I will be with you." Yan Le's eyes were turbulent, and her jade-like arms slid up the sides of her legs.

With the total death.

Bo Xianyun patted his smooth forehead, "It's not the time to say these things now."

Yan Le's eyes brightened, "Does your lord have a plan?"

Bo Xianyun's expression was indifferent, but Yan Le could clearly see the sternness in his eyes.

"Your Majesty?" Yan Le was startled.

"Go meet Shura." Bo Xianyun looked towards the entrance of the cave.

"He's back?" Yan Le had a vague premonition, and turned her head suspiciously, "So soon?"

"Boom!"

A loud bang caught everyone's attention.

Bo Xianyun followed and stood up.

Yan Le rushed to the front quickly, and the figure stood out from the flying dust all over the room, and she stumbled out.

After a moment of recognition, Yan Le said in horror, "Sura?!"

Yu Xiuluo is a ghost with a thousand years of cultivation. He is fiery by nature, gallops across the battlefield, and is always in danger. The last thing he can do is his newly married wife Lingxiu.

"What happened?!"

Yan Le quickly helped him up, Yu Shura's breath was weak, and he was anxious.

"Your Majesty..." His eyes searched around.

"Hasn't hurt the soul yet."

A cold voice came suddenly, and Bo Xianyun appeared in front of his eyes.

"Your..."

Facing it suddenly, Yu Xiuluo didn't know how to speak the words that had been brewing.

Bo Xianyun sighed slightly, "Lingxiu... when did it happen?"

Yu Xiuluo closed his eyes, his chapped lip was bitten by him and was stained with blood, and he was silent for a long time before saying: "I don't know."

"How much time do we have left?" Bo Xianyun's tone was still flat, without any emotion.

In two or three sentences, Yanyue already understood the whole story, but the four of them have gone through untold hardships, and their emotions towards Lingxiu are quite complicated, hating her misfortune and angering her.

Involving life and death, he clenched his fists tightly and stared at Yu Shura with red eyes, but because of Bo Xianyun, he suppressed the lingering anger in his heart.

"Your Majesty, Lingxiu doesn't know that I have set up a barrier at the intersection, even if it is fast, the Ghost Capital Army will not be able to arrive in an hour."

"Do you think an hour is too long?" Yan Le asked through gritted teeth.

Yu Xiuluo was seriously injured, struggled for a long time without standing up, half walked and half knelt to Bo Xianyun's feet, "Your Majesty, all mistakes are my fault..."

Yu Xiuluo wept bitterly, and suddenly a force came from his elbow to help him up, and said in a cold voice, "I don't blame you."

The iron hooves of the Guidu army stepped into the mountain, making a deafening roar.

They search with the breath of the soul, which is the only identification of all kinds of yin objects in the underworld. When they enter the underworld, they will leave traces in the underworld.

"Your Majesty!"

Yu Xiuluo's ashen face was full of fear. He had watched what would happen if he was caught by the other party. Lingxiu was once frightened by that scene and couldn't calm down for days and nights.

"Yan Le, take Yu Shura to rest." Bo Xianyun ordered lightly.

"Your Majesty!" Yan Le was furious and didn't dare to explode, her face was flushed red, her chest heaved violently, she choked up for a long time before crying: "Your enchantment won't last two hours even if your spirit power is exhausted!"

Yu Xiuluo looked shocked, but Bo Xianyun blocked his words, "It's nothing, you can go."

Yan Le gritted her teeth, shook her sleeves vigorously, and grabbed Yu Shura's arm, "What are you doing in a daze, let's go!"

Bo Xianyun's figure disappeared from sight, Yan Le grabbed Yu Xiuluo by the collar and pinned him against the cave wall, saying viciously, "Your Majesty will be out of your wits sooner or later!"

Yu Xiuluo didn't know, tears streamed down his face, and he didn't say a word.

Yan Le approached him, "I have a plan, you must cooperate!"

"Really?" Yu Shura raised a glimmer of hope, "Let's hear it."

After a few words of feast and music, Yu Xiuluo turned pale with shock, "What, Your Majesty will never agree!"

If they weave a barrier with their souls, their souls will be scattered and they will never be reborn forever.

"Then do you have a better way?" Yan Le asked.

The air suddenly froze, Yu Shura was silent for a long time, and slowly shook his head.

In the cave next to it, it was only when we got closer that we saw crowds of people moving, but after listening carefully, there was no sound.

These are the stragglers and lonely ghosts they took in along the way. If it wasn't for slowing down their marching speed, they might be able to reach the supply ground before the ghost army caught up. Taking the opportunity to cross the river Styx, they would be able to attack the ghost city just around the corner.

"The two generals are here, do you have any orders?" The old man with beard and hair like snow came forward, his expression full of gratitude.

With Yu Shura's bone stuck in his throat, he took a step back subconsciously, and landed right behind Yan Le.

Yan Le glanced at him, her eyes were full of contempt, but the corner of her mouth was slightly raised, and she was welcomed by the old man piously to the camp of him and his clansmen.

"Old man, this time we are asking you and your clansmen to save lives!" Yan Le went straight to the point, straight to the point, although his voice was not loud, it was exceptionally clear in the quiet environment.

The old man's complexion suddenly became solemn, as if he had a premonition, he straightened his clothes solemnly, and bowed deeply to Yan Le, "The two generals must have entrusted them with great trust. We were all saved by your majesty, so we should never turn back."

Yan Le nodded with a smile, gave Yu Xiuluo a hard look, and let it go without saying a word. With such a guilty look, she wished she could tell others that they were acting.

Yu Xiuluo raised his head suddenly, just in time to meet Yan Le's eyes, his whole body froze, his heart flustered tightly, he looked around and said, "There are 52 people in your clan, right? If these ghosts..."

"It's 53." The cold voice floated from the top of the head, and there was no emotion, but it made the two of them tremble at the same time.

"I have seen Your Majesty."

Seeing Bo Xianyun, everyone knelt down and saluted on the spot, but the old man was supported by his hand, unable to squat down, so he had to stand humbly.

"Your Majesty, it is clear that 52..." Yu Xiuluo will not lie at all, and his brain is still unable to turn around, he will not even disappear this bit of sensed demon power.

"Your Majesty's eyes are still as bright as a torch. There are indeed 53 people, and one of them is Hualing." The old man showed awe. When they were taken in, they did not report the number of people truthfully, because Hualing is not something ordinary people can detect.

Yu Xiuluo was seriously injured, and it is understandable that he failed to find out in time.

Yan Le quickly said, "Your Majesty, you are not..."

Bo Xianyun glanced at him, and said lightly, "Don't bother me too much, let's go back."

Yan Le was hesitant, only one sentence was missing, and he believed that the old man would definitely agree.

Yu Xiuluo suddenly pushed behind him, Yan Le staggered a few steps, when he turned his head again, the ghosts had already dispersed, and the cave returned to tranquility.

"Your Majesty, we have no way out!" Walking halfway, Yan Le finally couldn't help but let out a low growl.

"Lead the army to evacuate to the mountain pass first." Bo Xianyun seemed to have expected his reaction,

"But there is a dead end." Both of them were stunned,

"I have my own arrangements." Bo Xianyun never let them down.

"Before, I need to retreat for half an hour. You should act quickly. In case of any situation, follow Yan Le's command." Bo Xianyun looked at the other party deeply, and Yan Le felt suffocated. Apart from trusting him, he could not do anything against him move.

Bo Xianyun's receding figure disappeared into the fog in the cave, and Yu Shura asked, "What can your lord do? I really can't figure it out."

Yan Le looked ahead, her expression rarely full of confusion.

Bo Xianyun came to the depths of the cave alone, sat down on a stone platform, and said coldly, "Come out."

The sound echoed in the air, with little ripples, gradually drifting away.

After a while, a cloud of black mist condensed into shape. While separating the contours of the head and limbs, it approached the thin cloud, and stood at a distance of four or five feet, transforming into a young man with several delicate facial features. She is immature and ignorant of world affairs, her eyes are as clear as mountain spring water.

Thin slender cloud with silver hair like a waterfall, with a serene demeanor, like a fairy or a saint, eyes slightly closed, "Do you want to tell me something?"

The legendary lord of the underworld was right in front of him, how many times he wandered in the dark, quietly watched his back leave, never thought of being so close.

The boy was silent for a moment, and said: "Please let my people go."

Bo Xianyun slowly opened his eyes, "Your people will be fine."

The young man fell silent again and did not move for a long time.

Bo Xianyun stared at him with an indifferent expression, as if he was about to fall into meditation.

The young man suddenly said: "You are lying to Yan Le and the others, are you planning to sacrifice yourself?"

Bo Xianyun's complexion changed slightly, but she said, "You should go."

The young man looked straight at him, his face full of stubbornness.

"In the future, together with your clansmen, find a safe place to go."

Before Bo Xianyun could finish his sentence, a black shadow suddenly approached him, and his spirit transformation speed was faster than expected, not to mention that he had consumed too much recently.

Strands of silver hair fell on the ears, and for a moment, Thin Cloud even felt the warmth of her fingertips.

The young man tried his best to reach the position where he was infinitely close to the "idol" in this life. The next moment, he felt a moderate force pushing his shoulders, sending him straight out of the cave.

"Your Majesty's breath is so beautiful."

The youth's voice gradually faded away until it disappeared into the darkness.

Bo Xianyun opened his eyes completely, but the warmth still remained on his cheeks.

"Boom!"

"Boom!"

The iron hooves of the Guidu army broke through the mountain gate and found their traces!

Yan Le and Yu Shura had already led the army to the mountain pass when they were caught by a sudden loud noise.

Yan Le subconsciously turned around and left, but was grabbed by Yu Xiuluo, "You forgot your majesty's instructions?!"

Yan Le stared at Bo Xianyun's direction with red eyes, clenched her fists, and shouted: "Go!"

There are dangerous peaks on both sides, and the huge waves of the Styx River, which devours the soul, are pouring into the narrow corridor.

"General, there is a dead end ahead!"

The sergeant who explored the road rolled and crawled to the front.

Yan Le looked at the dark heads in front of her, and frowned, "Wait a minute."

Bo Xianyun, who was adjusting his breath, was alarmed by the sound, and his soul returned. He had already accumulated all his strength, and the golden flame ignited from his palm, and it grew uncontrollably, pointing directly at the top of the cave, and the golden beam of light pierced the top of the cave. A big hole turned into a sharp sword and cut off the mountain wall.

When the brigade was hesitating, it suddenly became clear that there was a road leading to the distance.

Life appeared in the desperate situation, everyone was ecstatic, and ran out, the Styx River rolled in behind him, and was blocked by the continuous falling stone mountains.

At the limit of mana, Bo Xianyun watched Yan Le and the others disappear into the distance of the rippling water, exhaled in relief, and collapsed on the stone platform.

There was a lot of voices at the entrance of the cave, and the Guidu army had already confirmed the location.

Bo Xianyun hooked the corners of his lips, ready to cut off his meridians, he knew what would happen if he was caught.

Some points on her cheeks were faintly warm, and when Bo Xianyun thought she was delusional, a pleasant male voice sounded, "Your Majesty, don't worry."

It's... that spirit transformation.

"Why haven't you left yet?" Bo Xianyun asked.

"You have fulfilled your promise, and I will also fulfill my wish." He showed his original body, handsome and warm, and whispered in his ear: "Remember, I still smell of you on me."

"Don't do this." Bo Xianyun stood up reluctantly, but was hugged by him in a comfortable position, a feeling he had never felt before in his memory.

"I've got to go," he said with a smile, eyes curled into crescents, "now I'm more like you than you are."

While speaking, he disappeared like a wisp of smoke.

Bo Xianyun was powerless to stop her, and only asked, "What's your name?"

There was a sudden noise outside, people called horses neighing.

"No, the one named Bo wants to run away, chase after him!"

Bo Xianyun's heart tightened, and the sound of horseshoes gradually faded away.

He searched for his mind and heard a faint echo in a trance.

"Wen Yue, my name is Wen Yue."