"When Jiang Ziya saw that Ma was trampled to death by Ji Fa, he said nothing. The couple was so cold and cold." Shen Gongbao picked up Jiang Ziya's bloody head with a look of disdain.

When he heard that Ma was dead, Chu Feng remained silent. During these days, Ma got up early and went to bed late, cleaned the courtyard, cooked, fed military horses, and took care of the giant baby Nezha. It can be said that it was many times better than before. Such a person was trampled to death by a horse because of his mistake. It's a pity that it's a pity. However, fortunately, she is not a nameless person and can be granted the title in the future.

"Brother Dao, Jiang Ziya, as a person who is in charge of the disaster, will not die so easily. I brought his head back, hoping that you will cast spells to seal his head so as not to be saved by the twelve golden immortals with secret techniques." This time, Shen Gongbao obviously grew his brain, unlike before, who cheated himself and others.

Chu Feng nodded, took Jiang Ziya's head, his figure disappeared, and appeared again in a mysterious space.

The space here is broken, and black holes are everywhere. The golden aura that cuts through the sky, and the sounds created are extremely sharp, flickering and decaying, and the energy is gloomy, like an abandoned world.

"Where is this place?" Jiang Ziya's head suddenly spoke.

Chu Feng had long expected that Jiang Zi would not die so easily, but when he heard Jiang Ziya speak, he still looked calm.

"This is the space where I practice the White Emperor Golden Emperor Slash. There are golden sharp energy everywhere, which can be used to seal you. By the way, I remind you not to escape from the black hole. If you use your cultivation level, you will definitely die after you enter."

Jiang Ziya looked around for a while and frowned. This place was indeed a natural cell. It was trapped here and the possibility of escaping was completely non-existent. It was difficult for people outside to find this place.

Chu Feng lost interest in talking about it, and he threw Jiang Ziya's head away casually and turned around and left.

"Let's go" Jiang Ziya's head floated over, sighed, and felt sad: "Brother Dao, give me a stick of incense for me."

When a person is about to die, his heart is sad. He went up the mountain to practice Taoism, but failed to achieve success for fifty years, and entered the world. Before his achievements were achieved, he died first. It can be said that what impressed him the most was the woman who lived with him for several months, Ma.

Chu Feng disappeared without answering.

In the afternoon, it was drizzling in the clear sky, and it seemed to mourn tens of thousands of dead soldiers. In the battle of Qinglong Pass, Zhang Guifang was killed in battle and Ma was trampled to death. Tens of thousands of soldiers of the Shang Dynasty surrendered and half died in battle. Not to mention the surrendered people, the tens of thousands of dead people were not qualified to be on the List of Gods. The underworld was not yet sound at this time, and the possibility of these people becoming lonely ghosts was very high.

Chu Feng, who was sitting quietly in the Dan Room, looked at the drizzle outside the house through the window, and his face was gloomy.

"Maybe, I should do something"

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At night, the rain still did not stop, and she was willing to spill her unused energy during the day. Qinglong Pass, immersed in the darkness, occasionally cried, like a child's crying, and like a midnight snack, extremely sharp.

The Zhou soldiers patrolling the city held a spear, shrank their heads, muttered and cursed the people who sent him out.

Suddenly, a black shadow floated by, like a ghost.

The Zhou soldiers were so scared that they took several steps back, their faces so pale.

Swish, another black shadow passed by the Zhou army soldiers, and emitted a cold and cold that only happened in the Nine Netherworld Hell.

"Ghost!"

The Zhou soldiers could no longer bear it, so they ran away. Because the rain was everywhere on the ground, the Zhou soldiers didn't run far away, so they slipped and fell into the puddle, unable to move, and thought they fainted.

After a while, another black shadow floated by. Surprisingly, these black shadows went in the same direction - to the west.

At this moment, in the valley between Qinglong Pass and Qishan, soldiers next to each other were buried on the ground, and the heavy blood qi rushed straight into the sky.

A few black shadows that appeared in the pass before came to the valley and jumped into the air. If someone was here, you could see thousands of black shadows floating in the air when you looked up.

The cold wind blew, and a dense cry sound came from thousands of black shadows. Even monks would get furious when they saw this scene.

Chu Feng, in the center of the valley, sat cross-legged, constantly chanting the "Sacrifice of Saving People" that covers the sky, relieving these dead souls who died due to war.

In fact, it is better to say that it is purification than to say that it is salvation. There is no formal underworld yet, and these ghosts cannot enter the so-called underworld at all.

As time passed, in the blurry drizzle, the sound of babies cried less and less, and the shadows became more and more. By the second half of the night, there were more than 20,000 people, significantly exceeding the death toll of the Shang army.

"The following are the souls of Zhou army. Let the hosts be saved together. No matter in that world, the little people are always like floating, and the humble life and the humble death, no one knows."

The sound of the system sounded in Chu Feng's mind.

"Okay, let's go all out." Chu Feng speeded up his recitation of the "Sacrifice of Saving People". These dead souls who died in the Battle of the Gods and who had no explanation in the end were silent.

When dawn was still one hour before Chu Feng, who had completed his salvation, entered more than 20,000 dead souls.

"Can anyone speak?"

The black shadow buzzed, and the last old white-haired man walked out and said with a dull expression: "The Supreme Immortal"

Chu Feng felt ashamed when he saw the old soldier wearing Shang army's clothes.

"What's your name? Where do you live?"

The old man shook his head and said he couldn't remember it.

Chu Feng used his spiritual sense to observe the old servant's soul sea of ​​consciousness and found that his soul was incomplete, which means that the "Sacrifice of Man" did not retrieve all their three souls and six spirits.

"I have limited magic power and cannot find all of you souls. I am ashamed."

The old man turned his head and looked at the east with a dull look.

"Alive-Go Home"

Chu Feng could not answer, so he had to turn his head. When he didn't face some things, he felt nothing was wrong. When he really faced them, he suddenly touched the softest part in his heart.

"Go home alive, go home alive..."

The old man floated towards the east, his voice getting smaller and smaller.

Chu Feng watched the old man disappear, and then said to the remaining soul: "I will seal you here, and the underworld will be perfected in the future, and someone will come to guide you."

The more than 20,000 dead souls did not respond any usefully except for a buzzing wave.

In half an hour, Chu Feng set up a sealing formation, sealed more than 20,000 ghosts inside, and then set up a soul-gathering banner in the middle, hoping to collect the remaining souls.

It was half an hour before dawn, and Chu Feng was about to leave.

Five hundred steps away from the east, two figures appeared, just blocking Chu Feng's way.

"Fellow Daoist Chu, hand over Junior Brother Jiang's head and let you go."

After finally getting Jiang Ziya's head, how could Chu Feng be willing to return it?
Chapter completed!