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Chapter 231 The second life in the underworld, the young master of the witch clan, the great magical power of praying, the cursed technique
After Lu Mingyuan arrived at the Great Wall, he chopped the Demonic Ape Demon Lord's Demonic Pill and Qi Hai into pieces with a single blow, killing him.

The crimson demon king's blood dyed Lu Mingyuan's hair and clothes red.

The sky in the wilderness is very barren, the earth is dry and cracked, lifeless, and full of gloom.

The same was true for Shengming. Looking around, it was pitch black, with only a blood moon hanging high in the sky.

Only on this side of the Great Wall is the world in daylight.

Comparing the two, one side is the light of flowers, and the other side is the abyss of hell.

Lu Mingyuan raised the knife towards Yuan, and the bloody blade revealed a cold and weathered face.

"kill!"

Lu Mingyuan roared loudly, drew his sword, picked up the demon ape's head, waved the sword, and continued to kill forward, with a domineering aura about him that dominated the world.

A huge tremor also broke out on the human side. A large number of strong men rushed to the city to help, gathering on a spiritual mountain shrouded in white mist in the west of the Great Wall.

The number of monks in the world who can break through to the upper third level is always limited. Maybe the construction of the Great Wall is the main reason.

His bottleneck appeared loose.

"When did our human race give birth to a Martial Saint?"

What he has to do now is to break through the bottleneck and officially reach the Martial Saint Realm.

It's hard to see a demon within a hundred miles.

Lu Mingyuan said calmly: "You are one of the ten clans of the underworld, right? This is the first time I've seen you. You look really disgusting."

"Dragon transformation, open!"

The Great Wall of the North has an extraordinary origin. It is a place guarded by monks of all generations for tens of thousands of years. The luck of the monks from all over the world has gathered here. Being here can be seen by the whole world, and it will naturally be blessed by good luck.

"Taiyin magic, boiling sun magic hand."

People living here can get the blessing of the power and luck of their dead ancestors, and they will become stronger than before!

"court death!"

However, he soon discovered.

"Could it be the one from the Great Yanwu Temple?"

Lu Mingyuan disappeared from the spot, splitting his big bloody hand in two in an instant, and cutting the body of the blood-armored man in half.

Even the three religions need to use their strength to fill the vacancy here.

A prayer from God?
Who is the god?

After thinking for a while, he had some guesses.

"Human, your blood must be very nourishing."

Lu Mingyuan did not sit still and wait for death. Instead, he turned on the serious mode and transformed into a handsome man with a heroic appearance. Every strand of his hair was full of destructive energy. His long black hair fluttered in the wind, and the terrifying sword intent swept out, forming An invisible realm of swords.

Could it be that they are the twelve evil gods of Shengming.

A man with extraordinary handsomeness and noble temperament in magic-patterned blood armor walked from the void, with a pair of blood-red flesh wings behind him. Every time he took a step, ripples appeared in the space.

"With the blessings of God, you can't kill me."

It was also at this moment that Lu Mingyuan discovered that there was a looming energy in him.

"The first move of the Thunder Prison Sword Sutra, the sky is dyed with thunder."

The top of the capital was filled with demon heads, which shocked the surrounding demons to see.

In other words.

As the demons under the Great Wall were gradually cleared away.

The blood-armored man's expression suddenly changed and became extremely ugly.

"Where did this human warrior come from to kill so many of my clansmen?" A cold, ethereal, and aloof voice sounded in the void in the north.

The next second, a finger pointed at the sky, and a huge red vortex appeared. Blood and water kept squirming, and a giant hand grew out and grabbed Lu Mingyuan.

The blood-armored man laughed arrogantly.

He did not rob the two worlds of their luck, but his own luck was still fed back.

Lu Mingyuan was very confused.

"Who is he?"

Under the witness of everyone, more and more corpses appeared under Lu Mingyuan's knife, and soon the blood flowed into rivers, and they gradually piled up into three palaces.

Lu Mingyuan made a guess in his mind.

Bloody tentacles once again sprouted between the bodies of the blood-armored men, connecting them together.

The opponent's aura is much stronger than that of the Demon Lord, and he is definitely a third-grade being.

The blood-armored man sneered and exposed the two fangs in his mouth.

This person is very strong, so strong that it makes people feel oppressive.

In this case, who built this Great Wall?
What happened to the source of everything?
Lu Mingyuan still couldn't figure out these issues for the time being.

While he was thinking, a hurried message came to his ears: "Senior, hurry up, it's the Lord of the Underworld, you are no match!"

Lu Mingyuan just frowned and thought, "Is this guy in front of me worthy of being called God?"

"Pfft!"

In an instant, his chest was pierced by an extremely strange black wicker tentacle. The tentacle stretched out from the void with rapid force.

The strange demonic energy that cannot be stopped by the physical body in the realm of gods and humans rises from the whole body.

Lu Mingyuan's pupils shrank and he quickly fell from the void.

I found that my vitality was fading rapidly.

He originally wanted to explore the boundaries of this world and find out the truth of everything.

Now it seems that the strength is still not enough.

The dignified god actually attacks me secretly
Unfortunately, he still has not reached the Martial Saint Realm.

But at least I got the method to break through the realm, and gained a huge amount of martial arts training insights under the Martial Saint realm, which can be regarded as a fruitful harvest.

If you can return to the outside world, your cultivation will definitely be more effective with half the effort.

It doesn't matter if you die here, you can turn into a heroic spirit from all generations and sleep forever in the Great Wall.

You should go to the second life sooner.
Miss Yun must have been waiting for a long time.

Six Yao Tortoise Shell did not activate
Obviously, he is indeed in the picture scroll world.

The current death should be just an illusion.
But the feeling of death is really uncomfortable
Just as the lantern of this life is coming back, scenes are flashing by.

Lu Mingyuan found waves of warm power holding him up, no longer falling rapidly, and a Buddhist sound sounded in his ears:
"Amitabha, there is no limit to the sea of ​​suffering, but the donor still chooses to sacrifice his life for righteousness, so he can set an example for our human race."

Lu Mingyuan tried his best to open his eyes a crack, and found that the sky was full of void. At some point, a million-foot-high Buddha Dharma Body appeared, standing between heaven and earth, with divine rings arranged behind him, and golden light.

It was a Buddha image with kind eyebrows and kind eyes, an ancient face, wearing a cassock, and ninety-nine buns on his head, which were like earthworms running through mud patterns.

It looks familiar.

"May I ask the Seventh Patriarch, can this senior be saved?"

"The Great Underworld God personally took action. We are still a step too late. Our souls have been polluted by the evil god's power. I'm afraid it will be difficult to save."

Anxious conversations continued, and Lu Mingyuan knew this.

I saw the living Buddha, the seventh Buddha of Buddhism, Sakyamuni Buddha.

Doesn’t his Buddha relic belong to the Seventh Patriarch?

"This benefactor, at least let us know your name."

The kind and gentle voice of the Seventh Patriarch came from my ears.

"Fang Yuan."

Leaving behind the last murmur, Lu Mingyuan's vision went dark and he completely lost consciousness.

"where am I?"

"Am I dead?"

"It feels so cold."

In the darkness, Lu Mingyuan felt that his consciousness fell into a very cold environment.

The ice is dead!
The next second, Lu Mingyuan woke up with a start, and immediately sat up, his eyes widened, as if he was frightened, he kept panting, and white air came out of his mouth.

When he woke up again, he found himself inside a coffin of ice.

Surrounded by a spacious room with bright torches, it was full of dark-skinned people wearing thick fox uniforms. There were many white stripes painted on their faces. They were kneeling on the ground with a pious expression, their hands intertwined and their heads lowered. Broken thoughts.

The leader, the old woman, was wearing a raincoat, holding a wooden staff with a sheep skull in her hand, and wearing an ox bone helmet. She was dressed like an ancient priest, and she was saying words that he could not understand.

A girl with wheat complexion, wearing a tiger skin skirt, and a delicate face lowered her head sadly and wiped her tears, but then she looked up and saw the figure sitting up, with an incredible look on her face.

"Young Master, he is resurrected!"

As soon as these words came out, everyone looked at Lu Mingyuan, and everyone opened their mouths.

"The young master is really resurrected!"

"Have our prayers worked?"

"It must be the Lord God appearing!"

Lu Mingyuan had the experience of his first life, and he was no longer surprised by anything he saw.

You must remain calm at the moment, don’t ask questions that shouldn’t be asked, and wait until the time is right to speak.

He can't act too weird.

"Xiao Rou, go and get some clothes for the young master."

"Yes!"

Lu Mingyuan was taken out of the ice coffin and wrapped in thick plush. His body finally felt much warmer.

He looked at the window of the house made of stones, only to find that it was pitch black outside.

Lu Mingyuan couldn't help but walk towards the door, wanting to see where this place was.

"Wait a minute, young master, it's night now, you didn't bring a light!"

The pretty girl quickly picked up a lantern with a wicker as the candle core, and followed her, illuminating the surrounding area. You could roughly see the appearance of this place, which was in a village.

He found that the sky here was extremely dark, with no stars at all, let alone the moon. It was completely dark outside, and he couldn't see anything. He couldn't even see his fingers, and he couldn't even see the road clearly. The darkness was like a fog.

Indescribably weird.

"Xiao Rou, I have a headache. I have forgotten what is going on right now."

Lu Mingyuan covered his head and used his skilled acting skills to get some information out of this girl named Xiaorou.

The delicate girl said with great distress: "Young Master, when you went out hunting, you met people from the Minghu tribe. You couldn't bear to see Young Master Minghu snatching prey, so they had a dispute, and then they were burned by the Zhurong magic used by their tribe. It’s down to the brain.”

"etc."

Lu Mingyuan rubbed his eyebrows and found that he didn't understand a single word.

Tribe?

Zhurong magic?

After some questioning, Lu Mingyuan roughly knew where he was.

He has now traveled through time and become the young master of the Witch Clan's Buffalo Tribe.

It's the witch clan among the ten clans in the underworld.

The entire Witch Clan is divided into six major tribes and six branches. He happens to be one of them. His father is the leader of the Buffalo Tribe.

In other words, I came to the Holy Ming World, the hometown of the Great Ming Empress. The place I am currently in is in a witch city-state called the Northern Territory.

Lu Mingyuan spent a lot of effort to understand everything.

He didn't expect that in his previous life, he would slay demons and destroy demons, and experience the addiction of a martial saint.

In this life, Daqian Canglan Tu will leave him in a place where demons are everywhere like Shengming Tianxia, ​​and he will become a member of the demon clan.

If this is the case, then aren't the people in the Middle-earth world his enemies?
Da Qian Cang Lan Tu, you really know how to play.

Forget it.

This can be regarded as a gain for me to break into the enemy in advance and find out the details of Da Ming early.

Lu Mingyuan finished rubbing his temples and asked, "Xiaorou, when will it get dawn? I want to go out for a walk."

"Young Master Qi, Xiaorou doesn't know either."

Lu Mingyuan almost thought he heard wrongly, widened his eyes and confirmed again:

"Don't you know when it will break?"

The girl Xiaorou said with a strange look: "Young Master, have you forgotten this too? The day and night in the Northern Territory have always been determined by the God of Heaven."

"Is it only like this in the Northern Territory?"

"No, everyone is like this." Xiaorou shook her head and explained: "It may be dawn tomorrow, or it may be a month later. The longest night in the Northern Territory lasts for a whole year."

Lu Mingyuan said in shock: "So there are no rules during the day and night. It all depends on the mood of the God?"

"Correct."

Xiaorou nodded seriously.

This was the first time Lu Mingyuan heard of such a thing. He asked: "If it stays dark, how will you go out? Is it possible that you will stay at home and starve to death?"

"There is a willow candle."

Xiaorou pointed to the glowing willow candle lantern in her hand as a matter of course.

Lu Mingyuan looked at the strange-looking candle. It was obviously a wicker stick, but she said it was a willow candle. He asked, "What if the candles run out?"

Hearing this, Xiaorou's face turned pale.

"Then... he will die."

Hearing this, Lu Mingyuan was stunned for a moment and said solemnly: "Show me the wicker in your hand."

"Give."

Taking over the lit wicker lamp, Lu Mingyuan discovered that there was actually a jar inside the lantern, which contained lamp oil and wick.

The lantern itself is actually not that big of a deal, but the oil and wick are unusual.

The lamp oil shines brightly and exudes an indescribable luster, unlike anything ordinary.

The wick was made of twisted willow silk from the top of the wicker tree. The light it bloomed was not strong. He could only see the corner of the night. He scanned it for a week with a distance of three meters in front of him.

Darkness shrouded the entire city, mysterious and strange, as if there was some giant creature crawling in the darkness, and it would pounce once the candles were extinguished.

"Where did this candle come from?"

Lu Mingyuan turned to Xiaorou and asked.

“Bought at the temple”

Xiaorou answered honestly.

She felt that since the young master woke up, he had been acting strangely.

"What temple?" "Liu Zun Temple."

Lu Mingyuan seemed to have guessed something, and asked tentatively: "Isn't this Liu Zun the god of the Ming Dynasty?"

"That's right, Lord Liu of the Central Region. Lord God has always protected everyone. These willow branches are all willow trees planted in the temple and are contaminated with the breath of God. The lamp oil is also boiled in the temple."

"This willow candle is worth a lot of money. The clan leader spent a lot of money to buy it. One candle can last for three days. You have to use it sparingly, young master. Ordinary people won't light it at all. They usually keep it at home and only use it when something happens. Use it, such a willow candle can last for a month."

Xiaorou felt that the young master must have burned his brain, so he took the initiative to talk a lot.

"I see."

After hearing this, Lu Mingyuan generally understood.

This is the living situation of the people in the Demon Kingdom.

Because day and night are not fixed.

So when you go out to do errands at night, you need to light a lamp.

It seems that if you don't light the lamp, you will encounter some terrible danger.

The source of these lamps is the temple under the seat of the Great Hades. By buying and selling magic lamps, they have earned a lot of incense in the world. These guys, whose status is equal to that of the saints of the three religions in Middle-earth, are very important to the people in the world of Shengming. To him, he is like a god.

Lord God, Lord God.

Not a title.

It shows that there are evil gods on the heads of these gods, and they are the real gods.

In this case, why are there no gods in Middle-earth?
After Lu Mingyuan thought for a while, he returned to the house and put out the lantern.

He looked calmly and said: "Xiaorou, have you ever heard of the Great Yan Dynasty?"

"Great inflammation."

The girl Xiaorou narrowed her eyes and recalled, put her finger on her chin and said:

"I remember that it seems to be over there in the Human Realm. Only the Human Realm has fixed day and night, but I have never been there. I heard from the high priest."

"Human realm?"

Lu Mingyuan did not expect that in the Demon Kingdom, the Middle-earth side would actually be called this.

Xiaorou explained: "The high priest said that if you want to get stable daylight, you can only enter the human realm. The court has been trying to knock down the human realm."

Lu Mingyuan heard this and started thinking.

Could this be the reason why the Ming Dynasty has been attacking the world of Middle-earth for so many years?

From this point of view, the gods mentioned by the people of these demonic countries are not good things.

By manipulating day and night to take advantage of these superstitious people, they are undoubtedly the ones being deceived.

Lu Mingyuan now has no plans to inform Xiaorou.

At the moment, his strength is not enough, and in the short term, he will not be able to break the perceptions these people have established since childhood.

suddenly.

Xiaorou pointed to the window and said in great surprise:

"Young master, look, it's dawn!"

Lu Mingyuan followed his fingers and moved his gaze to the sky.

At some point, the sky lit up strangely.

There is no sun, but the sky gradually reveals its fish-white color and slowly turns into day.

The arrival of daylight.

Let Lu Mingyuan see everything around him clearly.

I am in a house made of stones. There are many similar houses and various huge tents around it. The remaining campfires still remain in the open space. A small stream flows in the distance. Looking into the distance, there are also mountains and trees. Almost like a village.

Lu Mingyuan thought to himself: "Right now, it will undoubtedly be difficult to find Miss Yun and Lu Yunqing. I have to find a way to become stronger first."

Ever since, he planned to recreate the experience of his first life.

Start by practicing martial arts and slowly become stronger.

Lu Mingyuan explained: "Xiaorou, I need to eat more to practice martial arts. You go and help me prepare it."

Unexpectedly, Xiaorou showed a strange look and said in confusion:

"Exercise martial arts? What is that?"

Lu Mingyuan was stunned for a moment.

Don’t all the people here practice martial arts?

Is it possible that the training system of the Demon Country is different?

Lu Mingyuan coughed: "It's nothing. By the way, Xiaorou, I suddenly forgot about cultivation. Do you still remember how to practice?"

Xiaorou smiled and said, "Young master, are you talking about the magic of praying to gods?"

"Young Master, I remember that your Zhurong Prayer Technique has never been up to par. You haven't learned it yet, otherwise you wouldn't have been burned into your brain."

"Is this where you practice the art of praying to gods?"

Facing the unknown field, Lu Mingyuan was completely illiterate.

Nothing at all.

He was so out of it.

I don’t know if I can successfully get out of this life.

Lu Mingyuan asked Xiaorou roughly before he knew what the God Praying Technique was.

People in the Holy and Underworld.

If you want to practice cultivation, you can only pray to the gods for blessings.

At birth, everyone will be selected by different gods and bear the divine seal before they can practice.

"Follow the Lord God and practice the art of praying to gods, and you can gain considerable power."

Xiaorou's original words were like this.

Therefore, the practice and power of Shengming Tianxia come from the gods.

This is an ancient practice.

It has something to do with Shinto practice.

However, Shinto practice has been eliminated in the Middle-earth world.

"If you want to practice the art of praying to gods, young master, you can only find the high priest." Xiaorou reminded.

"High Priest"

"Young Master, you won't even forget about the high priest of our Buffalo tribe."

Lu Mingyuan smiled sheepishly and nodded.

Xiaorou said helplessly: "The high priest of our clan is our clan mother."

"Mother?"

"Yes. The high priest chose to serve in the temple and may not be free. The young master needs to find him by himself."

Lu Mingyuan nodded and said, "There's no rush now."

He needs to know more about Shengming Tianxia.

"Xiaorou, do our tribe have books to read?"

"Yes, I have."

Soon, Xiaorou led Lu Mingyuan into a cellar.

There were many boxes stacked inside, and the boxes contained many parchment rolls.

Lu Mingyuan discovered that there was a box inside, which was sealed with a chain.

"what is that?"

Xiaorou reminded: "These are cursed books and cannot be read."

Lu Mingyuan nodded.

Xiaorou went to prepare food, leaving Lu Mingyuan alone in the cellar reading, lit a candle, and started reading.

He found that these books were all about praying to gods. The words were obscure and difficult to understand, and there was basically nothing he could understand.

There is only one text that is different from the others.

Lu Mingyuan couldn't help but start reading.

It describes roughly the general situation of Shengming Tianxia.

It feels like it was not written by people from the Wu clan, but by people from the Middle-earth world.

The Holy Ming World is divided into five regions: East, West, South, North, and Central. All states and regions must obey the orders of the Lord of the Great Ming Kingdom of the Great Ming Court.

The five realms are guarded by five gods.

The Peach Blossom Goddess from Taozhi Mountain in the Eastern Capital.

Our Lady of the Indus Trees in Jiezuka Mountain, the Western Capital City.

The great emperor of Fengshan in Daluo, the northern capital.

Liu Zun, the Saint of the Luofu Mountain in the Central Region.

The Xuanhuang Bone Emperor of Baodu Mountain in the Southern Capital.

People in the Holy and Underworld live under the protection of the gods and must hold divine sacrifices every year, otherwise they will be punished by heaven.

Criminals and villains from all over Middle-earth are often exiled to places like this, but not many of them survive.

In a place like this, people from the Middle-earth world would only be aliens.

Out of curiosity, Lu Mingyuan still wanted to see what was inside the iron locked box beside him.

So, he found a piece of iron stone and smashed open the iron lock to see what was inside.

It turned out that there was actually a book of exercises inside, but these exercises were all outdated.

Lu Mingyuan looked at the blurry handwriting on the cover, barely recognized it, and read it out.

"The Great Prisoner's Heavenly Finger."

The second book.

"Plain Girl Sword Sutra."

"The Five Qi Dynasty Yuan Seal."

Aren’t these all exercises from the Middle-earth world?
Why have they become forbidden arts?
Lu Mingyuan was shocked.

He had just turned the first page of the Prisoner's Heavenly Finger when he noticed a strange surge of power. A thick black-haired arm grabbed his collar and asked him to pull him into the technique.

It’s not just that you can’t practice.

Is there still a risk of being killed?
Lu Mingyuan kept struggling, but he couldn't resist the power of the big hand.

He was about to be pulled in.

At the cellar door, a cheerful voice sounded:

"Young Master, the high priest is back to see you."

When Xiaorou saw this scene, her eyes widened: "Young Master!"

At this time, a cold female voice came from the cellar.

"The magic of praying to the underworld to exorcise spirits."

In an instant, a karmic fire burned from the void, burning up the big hand in front of Lu Mingyuan. The technique fell to the ground and turned into a pile of ashes.

"Why are you reading banned books?"

A dignified woman with a slim figure, wearing a wide black robe, holding a wooden staff, and with a divine fire pattern between her eyebrows said calmly.

"I just want to see it"

Lu Mingyuan wiped the sweat from his forehead.

He couldn't even imagine that the so-called curse was in such a way, which was too outrageous.

The dignified woman said coldly to her side: "Xiaorou, you were negligent in watching over the young master. I will punish you with three days of solitary confinement."

"Yes"

Xiaorou was ordered and left dejectedly.

After saying that, the dignified woman came to Lu Mingyuan, turning around and around, looking at him with a pair of cold eyes.

After a while.

"I just said, how could my son be resurrected so easily? Even the Lord God would find it difficult to do it."

She asked in a cold tone: "Who are you?"

Lu Mingyuan's pupils shrank, obviously a little surprised, he lowered his head and said, "Mother, what do you mean?"

The dignified woman looked calm and unmoved: "You are not my son."

Lu Mingyuan was wondering if he had asked too many questions, causing the other party to notice.

The dignified woman turned around, holding a scepter.

"We, the witch clan, have been a clan of gods that communicate with God since ancient times. We are most familiar with the art of psychic Gu. Although you can stay in my son's body, your soul body is completely different."

This is the first time Lu Mingyuan has encountered this kind of situation. In the picture scroll world, will people here still see it?

Isn’t this nonsense?
"What do you want?" Lu Mingyuan asked in a deep voice.

The dignified woman turned her head again, looked at Lu Mingyuan, leaned down, with a serious expression, touched Lu Mingyuan's face and said:

"Originally, I thought it was impossible for my son to be resurrected, and I was about to go to the Minghu tribe to settle accounts. When I heard that you were resurrected, I rushed back immediately. Even though I knew it was impossible, I still came back. Do you know why?"

Lu Mingyuan sat on the ground, stunned, and shook his head.

The dignified woman's face showed nostalgia, showing the brilliance of motherhood. She closed her eyes helplessly and said: "My son is alive, which is ten thousand times better than dead. The buffalo tribe cannot live without the young master. Even if you are fake, you have to pretend, otherwise, I can't spare you."

"I understand."

Lu Mingyuan nodded vigorously.

The dignified woman stood up calmly and warned:

"No matter who you are, just live a good life for me."

"Also, remember the two basic rules here."

"First, don't believe anyone outside the tribe."

"Second, don't go out at night until you reach the realm of gods."

Lu Mingyuan thought for a while and asked, "Can I still call you mother?"

"can."

(End of this chapter)