Demon Emperor

Chapter 32 Killing Ghosts

Yin and Yang are separated into two realms, while humans and ghosts share a single gate.

Humans and ghosts gaze at each other through the door.

At this moment.

Ruan Hu, standing behind the door, made a decisive move, ordering his soldiers to shoot arrows into the doorway, while the armored soldiers on both sides lined up in preparation.

Meanwhile, on the other side, also separated by this door, the "Emperor Ma" who led the underworld's ghost army out was stunned by a sudden blow.

Arrows rained down, piercing the ghost's body one after another.

When the first arrow pierced through, the ghost's body was merely torn apart and faded.

As the second and third bullets passed through, it shattered into pieces and finally dissipated into a wisp of smoke.

"what!"

"I've been shot! I've been shot!"

"Why was this mortal able to shoot me?"

One by one, the ghost soldiers let out screams, and the ghost horses attached to them dispersed.

This scene.

This terrified all the evil spirits.

Not everyone who dies becomes a ghost, and most ghosts that do become wandering spirits.

Throughout history, among countless lonely and wandering ghosts, how many have been able to enjoy offerings and incense like them, and roam freely and domineeringly in the underworld?

Having reached this point, they naturally didn't want to end up with their souls scattered and destroyed.

Behind the horse-faced deity, a group of ghost generals and soldiers shouted in unison.

"Oh no, that arrow could hurt us."

"Why can those people see us? Do they all have the ability to see ghosts?"

"Something's wrong."

"Get out!"

"Go back, there's an ambush ahead, we've fallen into a trap."

"Withdraw your troops immediately."

All the vengeful spirits looked at the horse-faced god. Although the other party had not given an order to retreat, they all slowed down and stopped rushing forward.

just.

At this moment, the first batch of ghost soldiers riding ghostly horses had already rushed out of the Gate of Hell.

On this side of the human world.

Yuchi Chongwu immediately raised his hand and shouted loudly.

"end!"

"The swordsman stepped forward."

Immediately, all the archers began to put away their arrows and stopped moving.

But the armored soldiers on both sides stepped forward one by one, raising their blood-red broadswords and slashing at the fierce ghost that had rushed out of the Gate of Hell.

The cold light of the moon shimmered, and one by one, the vengeful ghosts and their horses were cleaved in two, never to return to the underworld.

After killing the vengeful ghost, the Mo Dao soldiers retreated one by one and regrouped.

Seeing this spectacle, all the ghosts were terrified.

Humans have always feared ghosts, but today it's the other way around; at this gate of hell, the roles have reversed.

"Your Majesty, we must not go any further. These people are coming for us."

"Let's get out of here quickly, there's plenty of time later."

"Someone must have betrayed us! Your Majesty, we must return immediately and investigate thoroughly!"

"This Ruan Hu is ruthless and vicious, even more unpredictable than us. We can't afford to fight him head-on!"

However, at this moment, Prince Ma immediately made a decision.

"We can't just retreat like this; we have to close the gates of hell."

"Quickly close the door, shut the gates of hell."

The spirit immediately saw the key point: these people must have come prepared.

Blocking them at this gate of hell isn't just about preventing them from coming out; there must be some other motive involved.

With a roar, the horse-faced god saw his ghostly servants begin to close the door.

However, as soon as the ghost official performed his ritual, he discovered the problem: they hadn't opened the door, and they didn't have the authority to close it.

The ghost official shrugged and reported the matter, trembling with fear.

"Your Majesty, this...this...this door wasn't opened by us."

"what?"

The horse-faced god was furious, while the other fierce ghosts and wandering gods looked at each other in bewilderment.

"what?"

"We didn't open this door?"

"It was that Yang man who opened it. How did they know how to open the door? There really is a traitor among us!"

"Who is it? Who exactly is it?"

The horse-faced god was stunned. Just now, a ritual was being performed in the human world, and a ritual was also being performed in the underworld. The two sides were separated by a door but could not see each other until the gates of hell opened.

Both sides thought they had opened the door, but Ruan Hu's side was quicker, and the authority to close the door was now in the magical artifact in the hands of Ruan Hu's shaman.

However, even the spirits and gods of the underworld have ways to close the gates.

The horse-faced god gave a divine command: "You lot, quickly go forward and close the door."

If the method cannot be directly lifted, then let the ghost forcefully push the door shut, pushing that heavy gate of hell up.

Immediately, a group of little ghosts were seen flying and dancing, heading towards the thing that had merged with the West Market Gate Tower and the Gate of Hell.

One by one, they pounced on the thick door, straining to close it, and the door creaked and groaned. Seeing this, Ruan Hu shot down one of the little devils on the door with an arrow, then gave the order.

"Shoot those brats down!"

"Order!"

This time, instead of firing a volley of arrows, they aimed and shot.

A chaotic swarm of arrows struck the vermilion gate one after another, the sound like nails being driven in.

"Deng deng deng deng..."

Then they saw the little demons who pushed open the door scream one by one, turn into thick liquid, fall to the ground, and then seep into the cracks in the floor tiles and disappear.

Anyone who dared to close the door was shot to death on the spot.

"Roar!"

Ruan Hu heard the tiger's roar again, and the tiger god ran out again.

However, the tiger's shadow ran through the darkness, and the others still couldn't see it.
The incense from the tomb of the Celestial Maiden of Wonderful Fragrance was very powerful, but it couldn't illuminate Ruan Hu's tiger spirit. Perhaps this tiger wasn't some kind of ghost.

Before the gates of hell, humans and ghosts fought fiercely, turning the world upside down.

Looking down into the depths of that long street, you'll find the location of the Heavenly Maiden Palace at the very end.

At that moment, the gates of the Heavenly Maiden Palace burst open, and the palace was brightly lit inside and out. On the left and right sides of the high platform, young boys and girls chanted scriptures and incantations.

Rows of incense burners stood in formation, burning densely packed incense sticks, with thick smoke rising upwards.

"go with!"

At this moment, the murals in the main hall lit up.

In the very center of the mural, a deity surrounded by a group of celestial maidens raised his hand and gently waved it outwards.

The rich aroma flowed down with the smoke, pouring through the long street into the gates of hell, and finally into the underworld.

Vast and mighty, endless and continuous.

The faint fragrance, so thin and invisible to the naked eye in the mortal world, only detectable by the nose, changed instantly upon entering the underworld beyond the gates of hell.

It's like the Yangtze River overflowing its banks, or the Yellow River bursting its banks.

The terrifying power instantly scattered the ghost generals and soldiers inside, turning the place upside down.

Now, the horse-faced god was completely panicked.

"Close the door quickly!"

"Close the door quickly!"

One by one, little ghosts rushed up, and even large groups of ghost soldiers rushed up.

result.

They were either washed away or shot down.

The Celestial Maiden of Wonderful Fragrance began to devour the Netherworld Spirit Realm; this competition was no longer about who had more soldiers or more generals.

This is a contest of incense offerings and cultural heritage.

However, the Heavenly Maiden Palace is now a righteous god personally appointed by the Emperor of Dasheng, while they have been labeled as evil gods who worship lewd and wicked spirits.

One is water with roots, the other is duckweed without roots.

Even if they could withstand it for a while, they would eventually be unable to resist the force that swept down from the Heavenly Maiden Palace.

Horse-faced God stood behind the Gate of Hell, looking at the soldiers arrayed in layers outside, and among them were iron-armored warriors who seemed even more ferocious than tigers and wolves.

And at the very end, high above, the Heavenly Maiden Palace, its lights shining brightly, seemed like a celestial city in the heavens.

A look of despair crossed his ugly face.

"what!"

With a sharp whistle, the third eye on the horse-faced god's forehead emitted thousands of golden rays, aimed at Ruan Hu's location.

The golden light was so dazzling that no one could open their eyes, and the Imperial Guards soldiers facing the light all closed their eyes.

Yuchi Chongwu thought that Ruan Hu was about to cause trouble, so he immediately ran towards him.

The surrounding soldiers immediately crowded towards the center, some of them shouting.

"Escort!"

"Escort!"

"..."

Ruan Hu, however, could see clearly that at this moment, a tall and mighty figure led a group of ghost soldiers out, shouting words that were incomprehensible to the living, like ghosts eating mud.

"go!"

"rush out!"

Ruan Hu pushed away the person in front of him and said.

He's trying to escape.

He drew his bow and aimed it at the leader.

"call out!"

Ruan Hu shot an arrow at the horse-faced god, but the arrow was not enough to kill him; a strange cry was heard.

In the end, he was allowed to slip out through the gap with twenty or thirty ghost generals and divine officials, enveloped in that dazzling golden light.

Once outside the area and the fragrance disappeared, the other person's shadow could no longer be seen.

Ruan Hu gazed at the direction where the other person had disappeared, and finally turned his gaze back to the gates of hell.

Some people were even shooting arrows in the direction the horse-faced god had fled, and a group of daring Mo Dao (a type of long-handled swordsman) soldiers were preparing to ride off in pursuit.

"Forget it, stop chasing."

"Guard this gate, and don't let another one escape."

At this moment, this place is no longer a gate to hell in the underworld.

Rather, it was his granary and treasury.

(End of this chapter)