Peerless Taoist

Blackie's body suddenly stiffened, and his black fur instantly exploded. He screamed, "F * ck! Look behind you!"    

On the Vermilion Bird Street, the Ghost Soldiers that were still slowly advancing were all rushing in the direction of the Great Bright Palace.    

The dense fog had already enveloped the entire ancient city.    

In the dark fog, countless Ghost Soldiers drilled out from the black fog.    

Looking around, there was almost no end in sight. In the broken shops, cities, and pavilions, the sleeping dead sensed the scent of life and fell into madness.    

Lu Yu saw with his own eyes that the corpses that had been sealed and were about to rot, under the support of some kind of mysterious power, stood up shakily.    

Under the tall platform of the Great Bright Palace, the sea of corpses was already like a sea.    

"Why are they still alive? Are they zombies?" Blackie widened his eyes as he picked up the hoof of a black donkey.    

He had traversed countless ancient tombs. This was the first time he had seen such a strange scene.    

In the distance, the Diting let out a heaven-shaking roar. It suddenly charged past the Yin Soldiers in front of it and arrived at the high platform of the Han Yuan Palace.    

It was only when they were close that they realized how enormous this Diting was.    

Han Yuan Palace was built about 200 meters above the ground, sitting there and looking down at its long and safe appearance. However, when Truth Listener neared, that head was actually already as tall as the hall.    

Its head was like a lion, but its eyes were filled with evil intentions. In the Infernal Realm, Truth Listener was a beast of wisdom and fortune, but in its eyes, there was only bloodthirstiness.    

On the scales of Truth Listener, there were bloodstains. Countless ghost soldiers roared and climbed up along the fur of Truth Listener, wanting to catch Lu Yu.    

"Roar!"    

Diting let out an ear-piercing roar, and then he suddenly rammed towards the direction of the Hall of Origin.    

Boom!    

Lu Yu could only feel that the high platform on Han Yuan's side began to shake violently.    

"It's about to come up!" Big Black was extremely frightened. It took out a pile of Fu Lu from somewhere.    

All of these Fu Lu started burning. In an instant, they released a dazzling treasure light that covered Big Black tightly.    

At this moment, on the dusty stone pillar of the Hall of Origin, the mottled dust suddenly fell down. From the inside, a variety of symbols could be seen, flickering with a golden light.    

Boom!    

At this moment, the interior of the Hall of Origin also emitted a supreme golden light, as a vast monarch aura shot into the sky.    

All the officials looked toward Chang'an, and all the countries paid their respects to Han Yuan.    

The Hall of Origin was the main hall of the entire Great Ming Palace, and it was mighty, mighty, and imposing.    

In the past, the emperors of the Tang Dynasty had held their morning court here to handle the daily and complicated affairs of the entire dynasty.    

On both sides of the Hall of Origin, there was a long trail that connected the "Phoenix" and the "Phoenix Perching Pavilion." Between the scent of the dragon, seventy-two long pillars were arranged in a row. Each pillar was engraved with extremely powerful runes.    

These runes were inscribed by the experts of the Heavenly Tang Dynasty using their supreme magic power.    

At this moment, sensing the approach of the evil energy, these runes immediately erupted with rays of bright light, as if they wanted to disperse all the evil energy outside.    

Too much time had passed.    

These runes were existences that could suppress all evil creatures back then.    

However, now, many of these symbols had long since lost their original power. The light they emitted was also quite weak.