"We have lost!" The Blood Slaughter Demon Lord was bald on the top of his head, with locks of messy hair hanging down, looking very hot-eyed, he said angrily: "The ancient strong are a little too much... just a few The Seven Great Saints and the like blown out by the monster beetle, each of them holds an innate spiritual treasure... that's too much!"
Master Wusheng sighed: "We are newcomers after all, and we didn't know the details inside, so we were caught off guard by the surprise attack of the Seven Great Saints... Now Di Zimu's whereabouts are unknown, and we have no backing in the Heavenly Court, so we dare not go back..."
He sighed, shook his head and said, "I still lost that Brahma, what should we do about what the Demon Ancestor told us?"
"Fan Wujie's current state is a little strange. The dark hands I placed on him have been washed away!" Yuan Yu's spell power secretly ambush in the eight-armed god and demon tattoo on Fan Wujie's body has dissipated, and even the heart demon blood I swear I can't find him! I don't know how Fan Wujie washed away these things. Seeing this situation, Yuan Yu secretly regretted it. If he knew it earlier, he should have directly attacked the true spirit...
"But the white snake is still there..." Yuan Yu said: "When the white snake led Di Zimu to escape from the formation, I sacrificed the Dinghai pearl to help them strike, and left the Dinghai pearl on the white snake. Branding... It's just that after they escaped from the formation, they were secretly rescued by someone and rescued!"
"Now the induction brand can still catch up!"
The Blood Slaughter Demon Lord said with emotion: "At first, I vaguely noticed that the Jiao Demon King and the old man Xinmo seemed to be colluding. I was a little wary at first, but after all, I didn’t take it too seriously, I thought that even if the Jiao Demon King and the heart demon old man did something, the four of us would be able to deal with it.”
"Unexpectedly, the atmosphere in Honghuang is so bad... If you can't beat them, you call for helpers, and you call a bunch of them."
"Everyone has innate spirit treasures... Could it be that Honghuang's innate spirit treasures are already so worthless?"
Yuan Yu said solemnly: "Although the two apes have innate spiritual treasures, they are nothing to worry about. Only the Peng Demon King, Jiao Demon King, and Bull Demon King each have an innate spiritual treasure that matches their own essence. It's hard to deal with them for a while...unless you use the body of Chaos God and Demon..."
Blood Slaughter Demon Lord and Master Wusheng looked at each other, shook their heads and said: "Although I don't know the arrangement of the Demon Ancestor, this is not the time for you to be exposed, Demon Lord Yin-Yang."
Yuan Yu nodded and said, "Although Honghuang has abundant resources and numerous masters, there are not many who can bestow innate spiritual treasures to a few Taoist monarchs."
"According to the count, only Jiejiao had such riches back then."
"Then behind these great sages of the monster clan, there is a behemoth not inferior to Jiejiao..."
Xuetu and Wusheng pondered for a moment, then suddenly said in unison: "Taiyi Shenting?"
While the three of them were talking, a mirror light suddenly descended from the sky and swept across the four directions, illuminating the whole world, every plant and tree, every minute detail, as small as an insect or as big as a tiger or leopard, could not escape the mirror light of the lock. Blood Slaughter Demon Lord frowned and said: "It's the Galaxy Navy again... Looking through the demon mirror to search the sky, it seems that Emperor Bojun has not relaxed his pursuit of us and the White Snake."
"Go... to find that white snake!"
Yuan Yu sacrificed the Dinghaishenzhu, and the five colors of light illuminated the shadows and complex structures of the prehistoric space. The three of them used the Dinghaishenzhu's transformation of the heavens and the world to lock on a subtle imprint in the distance. The Sea God Orb smashed into the prehistoric void with one blow, and fled towards that brand mark...
With tears in his eyes, the shepherd boy put his neck into the white silk, and looked at Bai Suzhen pitifully with his small eyes.
Bai Suzhen had no choice but to say, "We will follow your soul into the underworld, and we won't let you die."
Wukong held a peach in his right hand and gnawed on it while laughing: "I made good friends from all over the world and had many friends. Isn't it the same as going back to a hell... It's very easy! It's a pity that the Ten Temple Yama is not me. I know Yama of the Ten Temples, Ksitigarbha Bodhisattva, I know him, but he doesn't know me, otherwise he will give my brother a little bit of a thin face in the battle."
"The two great gods, Shentu Yulei, who are guarding the gate of the underworld, don't have any sympathy with me. Otherwise, you can just pass through the gate of hell, so it won't be so troublesome... Boy, don't procrastinate, majestic man, what does it look like to be hanged with a three-foot white silk?" In other words, let my old grandson give you a ride with a stick, the one who dies under the stick is not an unknown ghost, at least it is a hairy god, and I promise you will be honored."
The shepherd boy looked at the ferocious golden cudgel, and he dared to agree. He was hanged and there was a whole body. He was hit on the head by the stick. It wasn't brains splashed. When the time came, he would keep a bowl The big scar on the mouth... He is a little shepherd boy, and he expects to marry a wife with this little boy! What should I do if I get disfigured
In his panic, he stepped on the ground, strangled his neck instantly, and could only stare and struggle.
Bai Suzhen turned her head away, couldn't bear to look at him, and chatted with Wukong: "My lord, it is said that the underworld and the prehistoric world are not in the same realm. If you want to enter, you can only go through the gate of ghosts. How the soul enters the underworld is a secret, and the heaven where the heavenly court is located." There are still several extremely high sacred mountains that can be explored, such as Jianmu in the East, Kunlun in the West, Tianzhu in the South, and Great Wilderness in the North. But where is this ghost gate?"
"In the middle of the sea is the mountain of Dushuo, with peach trees on it, and a layer of three thousand li. In the northeast of Beizhi, there is a gate of ghosts, where all ghosts can come and go. The two gates of Shentu and Yulei live in its gate..." Wukong chewed the peach and said: " I once went to the big peach tree in the ghost gate to steal peaches, and was chased away by Shen Tu and Yu Lei a few times. I'll turn a blind eye."
"The ten halls of Yan Luo are nothing. They are the lords of the underworld in name, but in fact they are personal figures who don't need to sell their face."
"My old grandson doesn't take them seriously! Only the two great gods, Shentu and Yulei, were the great witches who followed Empress Houtu back then, such as Xingtian, Dayi, Kuafu, and Chiyou. The underworld is also called Youdu, and before reincarnation was established, they guarded the gate of Youdu for Empress Houtu."
"Nowadays, the dark and boundless Youdu was opened up as a world of nether world by Empress Houtu, and the gate of Youdu has also been turned into a gate of ghosts. They are still guarding in front of the gate, and they are the first barrier of the nether world. There is no way for gods to escape, and I can't easily slip away." go in."
"Oh... that kid died!" Wukong pointed to the shepherd boy who was still kicking and twitching.
Bai Suzhen went over to feel the shepherd boy's pulse, shook her head and said, "I just fainted, and it's still some time before I die!"
At this time, the void suddenly split open, Yuan Yu and others drilled out one by one, saw the shepherd boy hanging on the tree, and Bai Suzhen who was testing his breath, the three of them were stunned by this absurd scene for a moment before they could react.
Xue Tu raised the butcher knife and said angrily: "The witch is really uneasy and kind! Murdering the life of Emperor Zimu..."
Bai Suzhen hurriedly explained: "Fellow daoists, wait a minute..."
"If you slow down again, the kid will die!" The Blood Slaughter Demon Lord said with his eyes widened, "I still want to procrastinate... Master Wusheng, go and save Di Zimu, I will settle accounts with this bitch!"
Bai Suzhen could only watch as the leader of Wusheng stepped forward to untie the white silk, and the leader of Wusheng pressed the shepherd boy's chest, his brows furrowed, feeling something was wrong. A trace of breath passed, and the shepherd boy coughed twice, he let it go, and woke up leisurely.
Wukong watched coldly from the sidelines, yes, shepherd boy was rescued by them this time, and he had to die again, but what does this have to do with him, Monkey King
He didn't want to waste his time explaining...
The two gorefiends are mere juniors in the lineage of killing demons. In terms of seniority, Wukong can be regarded as their ancestors.
The shepherd boy was quietly concentrating, and moaned: "Is this the underworld? Ah! The sun... makes me dizzy." The blood slaughterer raised his head to look at the big moon in the sky, and stretched out his hand to touch the shepherd boy's forehead. Puzzled: "This person looks like Di Zimu, but he is a mortal, and the soul and blood of the primordial spirit are different from Di Zimu... What kind of magical power is this? Could it be the great supernatural power of reincarnation?"
"Did you lose your mind?" Yuan Yu sighed and said, "We are friends after all... Even if you lose your mind, we can't let him fall into the hands of Emperor Bojun."
Bai Suzhen finally had a chance to explain. After she told the whole story, Yuan Yu said solemnly: "Di Zimu was hit by the innate spirit treasure, and his soul was shattered by the immortal aura. Indeed, only by using the law of reincarnation can he be saved." Come back. But if you want to restore the memory of the previous life, or even live back to the previous life, except for the kindness of Empress Houtu, the only way is to ask the Styx Demon Ancestor to help."
"Blood slaughter you..."
The Blood Slaughter Demon Lord said with a mournful face: "It was only the ancestor who asked us to do something, how could we have the face to ask the ancestor to do it for us?"
Wusheng even rolled his eyes and said: "My sect worships the ancestor of Yuantu, and I don't slack off every year. If you want to ask the ancestor to help, I, the leader, will kneel and kowtow three times, begging in every possible way. If the Wusheng sect is really facing life and death, old man The ancestors can't even move. The ancestor Minghe is our real ancestor. I can't even see the ancestor. Even if there is a decree, I can only kneel down to accept it. Unstoppable, risking your life... Even going back to the ruins."
"Nowadays, I can only take one step and see one step at a time!" Yuan Yu sighed and picked up the three-foot white silk, and gestured on the neck of the shepherd boy. Looking at the terrified eyes of the shepherd boy, Yuan Yu couldn't bear to say: Tu, why don't you come!"
The Blood Slaughter Demon Lord is five big and three rough, never caring about these things, he smiled boldly and said: "I will come, I will come!"
After the shepherd boy came to his senses, he looked at the barren hills that hadn't changed much around him, then at the helpless Bai Suzhen, and at the Wusheng leader and Yuan Yu who were studying him suspiciously, and holding the white silk around his neck for comparison. Go, Xuetu with a fierce look on his face, cried out with a grievance.
"If you want me to die, I will die too! Why did you rescue me after I was half dead... Then you want me to die again. How can you torture people like this... It's so scary!"
Suddenly a stick hit the shepherd boy on the back of the head, he rolled his eyes and died.
Wukong criticized: "It's just... it's too tortured! I can't stand it anymore... Wouldn't it be better to have fun?"