Looking at the domineering Russell on the opposite side, the Black Mountain Demon who dominated the area suddenly felt that he seemed a little low.
Look at them, how good they are at pretending!
Damn it! They put it on me!
The Black Mountain Old Demon looked at the vast golden light and his anger slowly subsided. As an old demon who had been entrenched in the underworld for many years, he knew very well that background was very important.
Thinking back to when Monkey King went to the West to obtain Buddhist scriptures, those monsters with backgrounds were fine, but those without backgrounds were killed instantly.
You have no background or ability, yet you still want to take part in Journey to the West? And you still want to eat Tang Monk's flesh
You must be crazy!
"I wonder where the immortal is practicing?"
Russell ignored him, and instead was somewhat amazed. "It took hundreds of thousands of years for a mountain in the underworld to give birth to spiritual intelligence, and now it has cultivated to the realm of celestial beings. Why doesn't it cherish itself, but instead wants to repeatedly invade the human world and kill people wantonly?"
"I see that there are many wronged souls on your body. I think your sins must be endless. I will send you to the underworld to see the King of Hell!"
Russell turned his hand, and the mountain in his hand flew high up, becoming bigger and bigger, directly covering half of the City of the Dead.
Seeing the terrifying might, the Black Mountain Old Demon shouted hurriedly, "Sir, I am one of us. I am a subordinate of King Biancheng, the King of Hell of the Sixth Palace. You are the Yin God of the Underworld. If you kill me, how will you report to King Biancheng?"
"Oh, really?"
Luo Su sat cross-legged in the sky, with a playful look in his eyes, "The reputation of the Sixth King Yama is a bit big, why don't you invite him out so I can meet him and explain in person whether there is any misunderstanding?"
What a joke.
Everyone in this world knows that the Ten Kings of Hell and Ksitigarbha Bodhisattva led their armies to the battlefield outside the heavens to confront the underworld five hundred years ago!
Back then, the Taiyi Sect stole the Yang Gui Seal and defected to the Netherworld. The Emperor of Heaven was furious, and the four parties of Heaven, Taoism, Buddhism and the Underworld held a meeting to dispatch troops to the battlefield outside the sky. How could they come back without orders!
The Black Mountain Old Demon was being arrogant because they were away. He knew that even if he was loved by King Biancheng, the other party would not come back no matter what happened at this time.
Not everyone is a monkey, not everyone is Erlang Shen, the will of the Emperor of Heaven is supreme!
His face turned very dark, and he looked at Russell with some viciousness, but he heard Russell say again, "I heard that the Ten Kings of Hell are still very powerful. No way, no way, they can't even create a soul clone, right?"
The Black Mountain Old Demon's face turned even worse. From the battlefield outside the sky, he sensed that the cultivation level here was extremely terrifying, at least at the Daluo level.
Daluo!
The Ten Kings of Hell have practiced for hundreds of thousands of years, but they are only Golden Immortals. If a big boss had emerged, the entire underworld would have been unified long ago. How could it still be as scattered as it is now, allowing those ghost kings to divide and rule.
"Who is the Immortal? Do you dare to reveal your name?"
The anger in the Black Mountain Old Demon's heart was like a volcano ready to erupt, and black air was constantly surrounding him. The neatly arranged ghost soldiers in the city were already ready to move. The vast momentum accumulated together and turned into the sharpest offensive. If an order was given, it would be invincible.
“Remember!”
"My last name is Xiao, the same as Sun Wukong!"
monkey
The Black Mountain Demon felt his head buzzing. The originally elite Yin soldiers looked at each other with fear in their eyes.
The shadows of people, the names of trees, and the horrifying scene of Sun Wukong wreaking havoc in the underworld a thousand years ago were still flashing before their eyes.
A thousand years ago, Sun Wukong was just a golden immortal, but a thousand years later, he became the ancestor of Buddhism, Daluo, Daluo!!!
"Come on, stick!"
With a loud shout, many ghost soldiers were frightened and scattered. Then they saw a golden light flying from the sky, one turned into ten, ten turned into a hundred, a hundred turned into ten thousand, and turned into countless stick shadows in the sky, rushing towards the ghost soldiers.
Someone exclaimed in a trembling and fearful voice, "It is this! It is the weapon of the Great Sage. When I was a little demon, I was beaten to death by this stick!"
The next moment, the tens of thousands of ghost soldiers turned around and ran away. The Black Mountain Old Demon's face turned pale with fright. He had no time to manage the fleeing ghost soldiers because the stick was aimed at him.
escape!
The Black Mountain Demon subconsciously wanted to run away, but could he run away
Looking at the stick coming straight towards him, the Black Mountain Demon completely exploded. His body became huge and turned directly into a mountain. This was his true form, which was extremely hard.
If you look closely, how can this be a mountain
It was clearly a mountain made up of countless human heads piled up one by one.
One face after another, male and female, old and young, looked at Russell with extremely cold and resentful eyes, and roared with their mouths.
"I died such a miserable death!"
"It's all your fault. You're a god, why didn't you come and save me?"
"I won't give up. I want to live another hundred years!"
"Die! Die!"
"Come on, come on, join us!"
Russell looked indifferent. He raised the stick in his hand high and hit the top of the mountain with it. With a loud bang, the black mountain broke into two pieces and countless powders fell down.
"ah!"
The Black Mountain Demon screamed in pain. His body, which was hard enough to be proud of, was vulnerable to the stick. The intense pain made his eyes go black and he had no strength to resist.
As soon as he looked up, he saw Russell swinging another stick at him with an expressionless face, "No, no, spare my life!"
"boom!"
At this time, the ghosts looked at the Black Mountain Demon who was beaten into powder by a stick, and their fear reached the extreme.
According to legend, the stick would injure the gods in heaven if they touched it, and kill them if they were hit by it. It once swept away 100,000 heavenly soldiers and generals with one blow.
turn out to be…
These are all true!
The faces of the subordinates of the Black Mountain Demon changed drastically. Those who committed serious sins turned around and ran away, while some still hid among the ghosts in the hope of getting lucky. However, their sins were like high beams in the dark night in Russell's eyes. How could he ignore them
With one swing of the stick, countless sticks appeared, which smashed the ghosts with great force, scattering them into pieces.
The remaining ghosts no longer dared to resist or escape, and fell to their knees on the ground, trembling in fear.
Russell looked at them quietly. A black light flew out from above his head and turned into a round seal. It was the Yin Gui Seal!
"Boom!"
As the Yin Gui Seal flipped down, countless spots of light flew out from the City of the Dead and transformed into thin lines one after another that connected to the Yin Gui Seal. The ghosts felt that their souls were restrained, which made them greatly shocked.
Even the King of Hell cannot do this. How is it possible to directly control the souls of so many ghosts
The Yin Gui Seal was slowly retracted, and Russell suddenly felt a vast energy coming. The energy points on the panel were rising straight up, and he realized that this was the residual energy of the Black Mountain Old Demon and those ghosts after their death, as well as some of the energy from the living ghosts in the City of the Dead.
As long as these ghosts exist and practice for one day, they will continue to transmit power to Russell.
Are all the ghosts adding to my body to help me practice
Russell finally understood why so many people wanted to strengthen the Yin-Yang Ghost Seal. How many ghosts are there in the underworld
Trillions are even difficult to estimate with numerical values, and generation after generation, reincarnation after reincarnation, there is no end.
With the help of so many ghosts, as long as you are not extremely stupid, becoming a Daluo is just around the corner, and even going further is more than enough.
No one in the world is a fool. It turns out that they have known the secret of the Yin-Yang Ghost Seal for a long time. Whoever obtains the Yin-Yang Ghost Seal will surely become a Daluo.
I see!
Russell slowly lowered his head and looked at the entire Wang Sichen. No one dared to speak to this Wang Sichen, and the terrifying power enveloped their hearts.
"From today on, I am the master of this Wrongful Death City!"
"In the cycle of reincarnation, chant my name, I will forgive your sins of wrongful death, protect your true souls, and save you from the suffering of reincarnation!"
"My name is the Netherworld Emperor!"
With the Human Emperor Seal in the left hand and the Yin Ghost Seal in the right hand, what does it matter even if the Yang Ghost Seal is not there
So what if the Ten Kings of Hell are dissatisfied
I, Russell, will definitely be the King of the Underworld!
ps: Four thousand six hundred words today.
Chapter 575 My surname is Xiao, the same as Sun Wukong's Xiao