Chapter 867 Eight Views Return as One

"Mmm."

Death was simply closing one's eyes, the soul remaining in the Nether Palace, severing all ties with the mortal realm.

At this moment, one should no longer hear any sounds from the human world. Even looking back, only emptiness would be visible, forever separated from mortal joys and sorrows, leaving one utterly alone to face the myriad of evil ghosts within the Nether Palace.

Naturally, there would be regrets in one's heart.

He had only been awake for a few years, and knew his true identity for less than a year.

Previously, he had relied entirely on the gift from Lao Junmei to live as a normal person.

But from the moment he awoke, he struggled to survive, never finding the time to relax and enjoy the liveliness of the human world before being hurried to this point, about to bid farewell to it all.

Hu Ma didn't possess such high enlightenment. When he made this decision, it was impossible for him not to have regrets.

But what did it matter?

Obstructing the Nether Palace was simply because he knew that because of him, the human world would welcome hope and become more vibrant.

It was simply because those reincarnators had sacrificed themselves for this world, and he couldn't stand idly by.

One who carries firewood for others should not be allowed to freeze to death in the wind and snow. Therefore, I am willing to risk it and find a path to survival for you…

This is my sincerity!

It was a pity that he ultimately failed.

Then he could only pay this price, and use it to help sweep away the final obstacles for that human slaughter tribulation.

There would be regret, there would be disappointment, but in any case, there would be no regrets.

"Little Hongtang, are you afraid?"

Amidst the chaos, Hu Ma turned to look at Little Hongtang, a hint of regret in his heart.

Little Hongtang had followed him for so many years, without enjoying much happiness.

"Not afraid!"

Little Hongtang hugged Hu Ma's leg tightly, hiding half her body, but stubbornly said, "Following Brother Hu Ma, I'm not afraid."

Hu Ma smiled wryly and shook his head, then looked at the Meng family's old ancestor, who was nailed to the ground, his soul about to shatter. He couldn't help but sigh softly, saying:

"Although you are not the real Meng family's old ancestor, the Meng family has kowtowed to you for more than twenty years. Although you don't have concrete consciousness, acting only on instinct, in the end, you followed me through eight palaces…"

"From now on, there will be no Tongyin Meng, nor Zhensui Hu…"

"…"

In the midst of his sigh, he suddenly looked up, flew forward, opened his bloody maw, and spat out a "Soul Yang Arrow."

Now, no longer a living being, he couldn't use the True Yang Arrow, nor the Blood Yang Arrow, but using his soul as an arrow was like spewing out mountains and seas, shattering endless evil ghosts.

He grasped the long spear that was plunged into the Meng family's old ancestor, suddenly pulled it out with force, and shouted: "So, the grudges and karma between our two families will be erased today…"

"…"

For him, erasing this feud was a major decision.

But the Meng family's old ancestor didn't care at all, nor could he understand. Even though his body was already collapsing, at the moment the spear was pulled out, he immediately charged towards the rolling evil ghosts of the Nether Palace again.

He could only see one person, and now he saw the ghost general who had just pierced his body with the spear. Now, with extreme ferocity, he chased only after the opponent, but was instantly submerged by the evil ghosts.

It was kind of ridiculous.

"You're quite straightforward…"

Hu Ma looked at his courageous figure and couldn't help but laugh.

Then, letting go of the last trace of reluctance, he looked at the groups of evil ghosts, suddenly raised the Owl Emperor Saber, and said, "Then let's fight!"

Fight until the soul is destroyed, until everything is empty.

This life, although busy, has been wonderful enough, so why speak of regrets?

"Chi la!"

In the midst of his shout, he stepped forward, stood in the Foot Nether Palace, and as the Owl Emperor Saber slashed, countless evil ghosts were torn apart.

Even Little Hongtang rushed up with him at this moment, jumping onto the head of an evil ghost and punching its face with her little fists.

Hu Ma saw this out of the corner of his eye and felt relieved.

Having secretly picked up and eaten a lot of good things in the Nether Palace, Little Hongtang was now quite formidable.

She could win this battle!!

"Kaka…"

But there was also the sound of endless void being squeezed and shattered like glass. It was the Second Palace Emperor Ghost, leading his civil and military officials, pressing down on his head.

At an even higher place, the First Palace Emperor Ghost was even more sinister, surrounded by countless evil ghosts wearing animal skins and bone necklaces, in a kind of crushing posture, descending directly upon Hu Ma.

Hu Ma could feel the gap between the two sides.

Emperor Ghosts were different. This Second Palace Emperor Ghost was on a completely different level of power than the previous eight palace Emperor Ghosts.

And the First Palace Emperor Ghost was also on a different level than the Second Palace Emperor Ghost.

Of course, the possibility of him winning was not high, but it was enough to allow him to fight this battle to his heart's content.

As long as he fought this battle, and then cleanly dissipated, then the Nether Palace would never be able to return to the human world.

Thinking this way, he felt even more at ease. With a loud roar, the rolling evil aura surged on the body of the Owl Emperor Saber, accompanying Hu Ma as he charged through the eight palaces, cutting countless Emperor Ghosts in half.

Now, every inch of the Owl Emperor Saber's body had a hundred times more evil aura than the Five Evil Gods of that year. It was no longer necessary to borrow the bones of the Five Evil Gods to add to his ferocity and evil aura.

A fierce battle, earth-shattering.

If this Nether Palace was equivalent to a world in a dream, then this world would have been beaten to near collapse. Everywhere, evil ghosts were dissipating, and chaotic purple energy stirred into a whirlwind, gathering and scattering from time to time.

Hu Ma resisted the evil ghosts with his body, never retreating half a step, but his soul was already on the verge of collapse, his soul light dim. The Owl Emperor Saber had already been sharpened into a serrated shape.

Even Little Hongtang was punched in the eye by someone, her left eye blackened.

But in front of him, there were still layers upon layers of ghosts, seemingly endless. Behind those layers of ghosts, two Emperor Ghosts each occupied a corner. Hu Ma had tried several times to rush forward and take one down to vent his anger, but he had never achieved his wish and had instead suffered two secret losses.

If he couldn't kill them, then so be it…

Imprisoning you here for eternity, changing a death sentence to life imprisonment, wasn't unacceptable…

He calmly accepted his fate. The pressure was so great that he could no longer continue to block the evil ghosts for Little Hongtang, but he still had to grit his teeth. As he charged for the last time, he suddenly heard a knocking sound behind him.

"That's not right…"

Hu Ma was suddenly startled by the sound and turned sharply, "At this time, no one can possibly knock on the door of the Nether Palace. It's blocked…"

But in that moment of distraction, he reacted, "Someone is knocking on my door!"

At the thought of this, he couldn't help but feel a little worried, "Who is it?"

"I've just blocked the Nether Palace, and someone is using the power of the human world to find me again. Aren't they afraid of causing great trouble?"

"…"

But just as this worry arose, Hu Ma heard a cold snort, "Descendant of the Hu family, you are still young…"

"There are many things you need to learn!"

"…"

In the next moment, Hu Ma felt his scalp tingle.

He felt that his body, which had become a little light and飘飘 under the impact of the two palaces of evil ghosts, suddenly became extremely heavy, and unimaginable power poured into his body.

"The Yin-Yang Road is broken, life and death are the bridge, reincarnation is in motion, and great success is not in vain!"

"…"

As the National Preceptor's cold voice exploded in his ears like muffled thunder, the two palaces of Emperor Ghosts suddenly noticed the change in Hu Ma.

When Hu Ma cut off his body bridge and blocked the Nether Palace, although they were angry, they did not dare to put too much pressure on him. Only by capturing Hu Ma alive, forcing him to make way, or forcing him to re-transform into a bridge, would be useful to the Nether Palace.

Once his soul was scattered, the Nether Palace would be finished!

After all, the Nether Palace was located too deep, and the time there was different from the human world. It seemed that not long had passed since the person who was worshiping the Nether Palace in the human world knocked on the door, but perhaps it had been several days, and that person had been discovered and destroyed by the human world.

But now it was different. Suddenly, they discovered that Hu Ma seemed to have started a bridge again, and they saw hope again.

The two great Emperor Ghosts, disregarding their status, grabbed at Hu Ma along with the civil and military officials and the yin wind of the entire palace.

But at the same moment, the National Preceptor's ritual was completed, and he shouted sharply:

"Zhensui Prefecture Lord, receive the Dharma!"

"…"

"Damn…"

At this moment, Hu Ma felt an indescribable enormous pressure coming upon him, making his light and飘飘 body as heavy as a mountain.

To some extent, this almost reached the height of the human slaughter tribulation, far exceeding the human world's harmonious and empty reception. Now, it was as if a huge root system had suddenly come from outside the Nether Palace.

One end plunged into his body, and the other end was rooted deep in the human world.

"Boom!"

Borrowing this power, he held the saber horizontally in front of his chest and pushed it out heavily, using the parry posture taught by the Second Master.

He not only pushed away the tidal wave of evil ghosts that had rushed in front of him, but even caused the two Emperor Ghosts to retreat slightly.

"It's the National Preceptor?"

"That old fox, he finally couldn't help but make a move?"

"A clever man, indeed, cannot be provoked!"

"…"

While pushing away the evil ghosts of the entire palace, Hu Ma had already understood the ins and outs.

When he first arrived at Mount Great Grief, Hu Ma had already seen the National Preceptor's decadence and wondered if he could provoke him to help. And from his unreserved attitude towards the Nether Palace matter, it could be seen that it was not impossible.

However, the human slaughter tribulation was more powerful than he had imagined.

Therefore, he did not use him when he cut through the eight palaces, and the last two palaces were more terrifying than he had thought.

Now that the National Preceptor had made a move, was it already too late?

"I will help you with the Yellow Springs Naihe Bridge, and open a path to survival in this desperate situation…"

As he thought this, he felt that behind him, with that root system as the core, a strange stone bridge that could not be seen to the end extended from outside the Nether Palace.

Hu Ma was standing at the head of the broken bridge, facing the Nether Palace Emperor Ghost. And in the distance of the bridge, there seemed to be the National Preceptor's shadow, looming, and solemnly said: "With me guarding this bridge, the Nether Palace will not come to the human world!"

"He is helping me seize a glimmer of hope?"

In an instant, Hu Ma understood what the National Preceptor had done, and his heart suddenly jumped. He was afraid of disappearing when dealing with these two palaces of Emperor Ghosts, but he was more afraid that they would borrow his path to return to the human world.

So, he had to cut off the bridge of life, block the Nether Palace with his body, and lock the door. He was determined not to return to the human world, and they shouldn't even think about it.

But the National Preceptor actually opened a path to survival for him with the Yin Mansion Naihe Bridge, allowing him to still have contact with the human world. If he won, he could return to the human world through this bridge, and if he still lost…

…He could also cut off the Naihe Bridge, which would still be equivalent to locking the gate of the Nether Palace.

"He even has such means?"

Hu Ma could understand the principle, but after all, his experience was not as good as his, and he couldn't help but sigh:

"He is indeed the number one person in human magic…"

"…"

"This hasn't even shown my abilities…"

At the same time, the National Preceptor, who was using three chopsticks to build a path to survival for Hu Ma in the human world, had an increasingly solemn expression. He clasped his hands together and gently twisted them. Between the movements of his wrists, there was already a cinnabar brush.

He gently grasped it in his hand, and then, the tip of the cinnabar brush gently pointed towards the center of Hu Ma's corpse's brow: "Zhensui Prefecture Lord, I will enlighten you!"

At this time, Hu Ma's human body had clearly died, but this brush stroke on his brow actually added a bit of vitality out of thin air.

On the National Preceptor's face, there was only coldness and arrogance.

How could he not feel the little thoughts that this Zhensui Prefecture Lord had used on him?

But he was still provoked, simply because this descendant of the Hu family had first used his own bloodline to block the path to the Nether Palace.

Being able to pay such a price, even if he knew that the other party was provoking him to make a move, he would still take the bait!

The cinnabar stroke was like the rising sun.

In the Nether Palace, Hu Ma vaguely felt as if he had become one into three.

One in the human world, one in the underworld, and one in the Nether Palace.

The one in the human world was his corpse.

Although his vitality was cut off, he also appeared solemn and dignified, with kind eyebrows and gentle eyes, because of this point of cinnabar.

The one in the underworld was sinister and vast, majestic without anger, and the blazing sun between his eyebrows instantly pierced through the layers of uncertain underworld mist, allowing the countless small ghosts, big ghosts, and evil ghosts in the underworld to see his location at the same time.

They were driven by the National Preceptor, rolling and surging, directly towards Hu Ma, which was equivalent to following the Naihe Bridge, like a huge flood, pouring into the Nether Palace.

Not only were these Yin souls and evil ghosts, but even with the National Preceptor's spellcasting, even the vast and endless City of the Unjustly Dead was shaken. The huge city walls were torn apart, and the dry bones of the Pond Gods hidden at the bottom of the City of the Unjustly Dead came in droves, coming through the Naihe Bridge.

And in the Nether Palace at this time, Hu Ma was like a fierce and evil god, with towering killing intent, but his face could not help but be shaken. From the underworld behind him, who could say clearly how many evil ghosts and Yin souls there were?

They actually squeezed into the Nether Palace at the same time!

It was like a huge wave, instantly slapping the evil ghosts of the Nether Palace away, in despairing howls.

In the underworld, the existence of Yin souls and evil ghosts was also fixed. Those who had died too long ago had often washed away their memories and were ignorant and unconscious. Even the fierce ones, who lived by swallowing small ghosts, were only a few hundred years old at most.

And in today's Yin Mansion, it was overcrowded, and most of them had entered the Yin Mansion during the two hundred years that Du Yi was in power.

Among them, the most ferocious ones were precisely the ones who were slaughtered when Du Yi took over the world more than two hundred years ago.

And in the City of the Unjustly Dead, the bones of the Pond Gods were the foundation. These Pond Gods were slaughtered precisely because of the existence of Du Yi.

Karma was wonderful and unspeakable.

Who would have thought that evil ghosts who had died for more than two hundred years would one day encounter the people who had killed them?

Without Hu Ma's forced urging, this collision between evil ghosts had already taken the Nether Palace as the stage and karma as the thread, vividly displayed.

…

…

"You, you are treating his corpse as a treasure to refine."

On Mount Great Grief, Old Abacus naturally could not understand the National Preceptor's move, but relying on that stroke of cinnabar, he guessed something.

He was so shocked that he was dumbfounded and could hardly believe it.

"Far from enough."

The National Preceptor, facing his shock, only sneered: "How could the three paths of the Great Luo Dharma Sect lose to the Nether Palace Emperor Ghost?"

Either he didn't do it, or he did it without reservation.

He only closed his eyes slightly, and his soul sank down, coming to the Yin Mansion. As far as his eyes could see, the Naihe Bridge had already extended from the Yin Mansion, pointing directly to the void and the secluded place, which was the Nether Palace where Hu Ma was located.

Then he turned around and looked at the other places, and said in a deep voice: "The Eight Views of the Yellow Springs are enlightened and named by my Great Luo Dharma Sect."

"It was also me who distributed them to your seven surnames. Now, I want you to return them!"

"As a reward, perhaps you can see how your roadblocks are broken!"

"…"

"…"

Being in the Yin Mansion, his voice entered the human world.

At this moment, the National Preceptor's essence, energy, and spirit were full, as if he had returned to the time in the capital when he suppressed the ten surnames.

"What difference does it make whether we hand it over or not?"

The first to respond was actually the Li family of Wu Chang. Early in this slaughter tribulation, the two young ladies of the Li family had already joined the grain protection army, working as small vanguards under the command of Prince Ming.

And the old lady of the Li family had already cleared her karma and reached the end of her life. Only the chief of the Wu Chang Li family, as the world's first-class capable person, could not find anything he could do.

Until this moment, when he heard the National Preceptor's answer, he smiled bitterly and said:

"The authority of the Blood Stained Pond has already been taken away, so what harm is there in doing another favor and giving it to their Hu family?"

"…"

He was the first to make a move, and a white banner enshrined in the ancestral hall fluttered and flew towards Mount Great Grief.

"I feel comfortable now…"

In an unknown small town, the head of the Zhao family was delighted when he heard the voice: "Facing this slaughter tribulation, my Zhao family has the greatest momentum, and the most people have been summoned, creating this scene of a hundred plays, but my Zhao family has also made the fewest moves."

"Although it is in accordance with the general trend, it is not good to talk about it after all. Now it is good. Even a capable person like the National Preceptor is convinced, so what can my Zhao family do?"

In the midst of laughter, he sat down and personally cut out a paper figure, and then brought it to the candle to burn it.

In the Yin Mansion, a human skin immediately appeared and floated directly towards the Nether Palace.

"Dad…"

Zhao Sanyi only heard the cry from the Yin Mansion now, and had just rushed to the door and shouted at him.

The head of the Zhao family raised his hand and pointed, saying, "Sanyi, go to the southeast, help Ah Bao, kill your father-in-law!"

…

…

In the southwest, on the Sun family's Looking Home Platform, Diao Jiu held up a large umbrella and was in a daze.

He had clearly prepared himself to use his identity as the Spirit of the Hall God to block disasters for the world.

In theory, the people's hearts had not yet formed and could not suppress the disaster object. At that time, he would draw this pressure to himself and forcibly suppress those Hall Gods above the disaster object by sacrificing his life.

At that time, the disaster could be suppressed, and he could also take the opportunity to leave, and this momentum would be quite large.

However, he never expected that the Purple Qi of the Eight Halls returning to the human world would immediately suppress the disaster object firmly.

He was the only one whose emotions had already reached the point and was holding a large umbrella, posing for a long time, and then there was no movement at all.

After staring at each other with the people of the Sun family for a long time, he suddenly threw the umbrella away in anger and cursed: "Are you going to坑 me again?"

Fortunately, at this time, a voice came from the Yin Mansion. Diao Jiu turned his head to look at the people of the Sun family with an angry and sinister expression, and shouted: "Whoever comes to block the disaster has the right to take charge of the Looking Home Platform. Are you not suppressing the disaster and not handing it over?"

He snatched the last flag and threw it into the Yin Mansion.

The few lunatics of the Sun family looked at each other and whispered, "We didn't say we wouldn't give it, what are you in a hurry for?"

In the north, the Fourth Miss Zhou supported the Iron Threshold King and a group of New Year's Eve masters, sweeping 200,000 iron cavalry in the north, killing them in a sea of blood. In just a few days, she established an unparalleled feat and gathered many soldiers in her hands.

During this period, she encountered many dangerous situations, but they were inexplicably resolved. Until this moment, she was moved and walked towards a apricot forest next to the town.

She saw her father, Zhou Zhiming, who had never shown his face but had been interfering in this battlefield. He was now looking solemn, stepping on the Gang step, pointing out Yin and Yang, and slowly stepping a circle in the sky.

The Fourth Miss Zhou had long guessed that her father was secretly protecting her, so she was so brave in battle.

She immediately became happy and called out, "Dad, what are you hiding here for?"

"What are you doing?"

Zhou Zhiming snorted coldly, stepped out a circle of footprints on the ground, and then suddenly stepped on the ground. In an instant, the Yang world seemed to turn into the Yin Mansion, and the separation between Yin and Yang was separated with him as the center.

Then he raised his hand and slowly pressed it towards the Yin Mansion.

His voice carried a hint of resentment: "I am avoiding letting you become a widow before you even get married!"

…

…

The Wang family's Naihe Bridge began, and the Li family's Blood Stained Pond, the Zhao family's Peeling Clothes Pavilion, the Sun family's Looking Home Platform, and the Zhou family's Ghost Gate Pass were all handed over.

After the Honorable Zhang became Beggar Zhang, he was unable to control Broken Coin Mountain. The Broken Coin Mountain had already become an unowned object, and naturally the National Preceptor had already taken it away.

The remaining Guanshan Zhu family's Wild Dog Village and the Jiangtou Chen family's Meng Po Shop were only a little later.

The Zhu family, hearing that the evil was causing trouble, had already slaughtered the seventeen villages in the four states of southern Xinjiang into a mountain of corpses and a sea of blood, and were already trembling with fear: "The one who refines the Tai Sui Gu is very capable, but he doesn't seem to like killing people. This one clearly looks like he loves killing people the most…"

"Hand it over, hand it over immediately, can't let her have a reason to come up the mountain…"

"…"

And in the southeast, in the Jiangtou Chen family, after Chen Abao seriously said those words to his father, the head of the Chen family had long been looking decadent and unspeakable.

He was now the only person in the human world who did not know what was happening in the Nether Palace. The Jiangtou Chen family would not calculate these things, and those who were related to the Chen family and could glimpse the secrets of the Nether Palace were all hiding from him at this time.

Therefore, he was only left with full of despair, watching Chen Abao get up and walk towards him, saying in a low voice:

"Dad, I'm going to usurp the throne, you… don't struggle anymore!"

"…"

"…"

The Eight Views of the Yellow Springs gathered in one person's body. This was something that even the National Preceptor could not imagine or do before.

But now, he personally sent it up.

He knew that the words were said by himself, but this general trend that suppressed the ten surnames and made them listen was not related to him. Therefore, he could only sigh leisurely, and then slowly raise his hands and slowly worship the corpse of Hu Ma in front of him:

"Zhensui Prefecture Lord, with eight shadows in hand, heaven and earth return to one, the human world is like a ladder, under your feet…"

"Returning home… you can do it, right?"