Underworld, the territory of Yama!
Zhen Yuanzi was ordered by Hongjun to hold the jade disc, go down to the Jiuyou Underworld, look for disputes, and fight for the so-called treasure!
But at that time, there was no dispute between the underworld, and Zhen Yuanzi was afraid that Hongjun's event would be delayed, so he quickly left the underworld and searched all over the territory of Yan Luo. WwW, QunabEN, coM
Jiuyou Jiufu, this is just a general term, because the entire Yanluo territory can be called Jiuyou Jiufu. The Yanluo Palace controls the Yanluo territory. There are 108 cities in it, each with a ghost king commander!
Zhen Yuanzi traveled around Zhucheng, but he did not find the so-called big dispute on the first day!
One day, a ghost town!
The ghost king stands at the head of the city, behind a group of ghosts! But no one dared to leave the city!
There is only one person standing outside the city! This person, dressed in a large black robe, is holding a huge staff!
"Don't come here, there is nothing you want here!"
The ghost king stood on the head of the city and roared in shock.
"Open the door, let me search!" The big black robe man said hoarsely.
In the sound, it seems to have a great magnetism.
"Go!" Ghost King said to a group of ghosts.
"what!"
"Woo!"
"Wow!"
Li Guigui cried and screamed at the black robe man.
The black-robed man leaned out his stick and pointed it a little forward. At the top of the stick, a white halo suddenly appeared.
After the halo, all the ghosts were annihilated, and the ghost king of the city head was shocked.
"It's a disaster, it's a disaster!" Ghost King said in horror.
"Humph!" The black robe man snorted coldly, and pointed his stick at the city gate.
"boom!"
With a loud noise, the city gate opened with a sudden impact. He couldn't stop it at all, couldn't stop the black robe man's pace.
Li Gui charged and killed for a while, it was not of the same level at all, as if the black-robed men had specifically restrained them. Let the people in black robes step into the ghost town.
Outside the city, on the top of a mountain, Zhen Yuanzi frowned slightly.
"It's the Wu Clan again? What are they looking for?" Zhen Yuanzi said with a solemn expression.
After waiting for about half an hour, the black robe witch came out of the ghost city, followed by the ghost king.
"Daxian spare my life, I really didn't know before I waited!"
Ghost King said in horror.
The Wu Clan turned his head to look at the Ghost King and said, "Cooperate just now, and forgive you for indestructibility, but I was blocked before, and the death penalty is hard to forgive. This curse will cause you pain for one month and self-solve after one month!"
"Xie Daxian, Xie Daxian!" The ghost king immediately bowed.
The Wu Clan leaned on a stick and slowly left this ghost city.
"This is the fifth one I have seen, the Wu Clan and the Shura Clan? They are searching everywhere, what are they looking for?" Zhen Yuanzi's face was gloomy.
Stepping, Zhen Yuanzi was about to capture the Wu Clan and ask what happened.
"Senior Zhen Yuanzi!" Suddenly a shout of surprise interrupted Zhen Yuanzi's movements.
"Huh?" Zhen Yuanzi turned his head and looked.
But a black cloud floated over the two of them.
"Finally found you, Senior Zhenyuanzi, I have found you." The leader looked like he was running around countless places.
The two of them, the first one, dressed in official robes, were full of surprises and surprises, while the other was cowering, with lingering fears on his face.
"King Yan Luo? Lu Pan? Why are you?" Zhen Yuanzi raised his brows.
"After the previous generation left the Temple of Yan Luo, I saw you leaving east, and then I chased after and asked some little ghosts along the way. They said that you came in this direction, and finally caught up, finally caught up!" Yan Luo Wang said with a sad expression on his face.
"Senior, you are going to save our Yan Luo Temple, our Yan Luo Temple has suffered a disaster." Lu Ping cried and said with a look on his side.
"What's the matter?" Zhen Yuanzi said solemnly.
"More than a month ago, when you went to the underworld, you asked where there were conflicts and fights. At that time, there was no fighting. But half a month after you left, a group of gangsters came to the Yan Luo Temple and killed the black and white impermanence, and all the ghosts were beaten. He ran away, and even drove me out!" King Yama said in pain.
"Oh?"
"It's him, it's them, the same clothes, it's them!" Lu Pan suddenly pointed in a direction in terror.
In that direction, the witch clan who entered the ghost city just now, the witch clan slowly left at this moment.
"Really they?" King Yama shook the ropeway.
"Witch family? The witch family occupies the Yan Luo Temple? The Yan Luo Temple, a small hell of sixteen hearts, is equipped with an ancient fairy sitting in the town, can't it be stopped?" Zhen Yuanzi said in a deep voice.
"I can't stop it, I can't stop it, the Sixteen Heart Envoys, all have been restrained, the sixteen lucky immortals, can't stop at all, and the Yan Luo Temple is completely controlled by them. Senior, you save me the Yan Luo Temple! "The King Yama implored.
"Predecessors, my Yan Luo Temple has always been in contact with your Wuzhuang Guan. In the past, you were looking for disciples and Taoists. My Yan Luo Temple enshrined all ghosts for you to choose. Now there are strongmen attacking, I ask the seniors to calm the chaos," Lu Pan respectfully said. .
Zhen Yuanzi frowned and thought: "It seems that I want to make a difference. Since Dao Zu said that he was in Jiuyou Jifu, he would be in Yan Luodian, but I was running around!"
"What?" King Yama and Lu Pan looked at Zhen Yuanzi pitifully. "It's nothing, don't worry, I'll go to the Yan Luo Temple!"
Zhen Yuanzi nodded.
"Thank you predecessor, thank you predecessor!" King Yama and Lu Pan worshiped.
"I'm going first!" Zhen Yuanzi said.
"Okay, okay, okay!" How can the Yama King say no
Turning into a streamer, Zhen Yuanzi headed straight for the Yan Luo Temple.
Watching Zhen Yuanzi, Lu Pan's face was filled with joy.
"My lord, how do you know Senior Zhenyuanzi is here? We didn't ask any kid at all along the way!"
Lu Pan curiously said.
At this moment, King Yama's expression became serious.
It's no longer the previous cringing.
"Go, let's go back!" Yama King said solemnly.
"Go back, go back?" Lu Pan said in horror.
"You won't go back? Then you keep it here!" King Yama gave Lu Pan a cold eye.
"Go back, go back, wherever the king is, I will be there!" Lu Pan nodded with inexplicable horror. Obviously, the Wu Clan of Yan Luo Temple has brought an extremely indelible memory to Lu Pan!
To the south of Yan Luo Temple, a ghost town! Ghost Town Sovereign Mansion!
The ghost king waited tremblingly.
In the ghost city, there are a large number of powerful people fighting at this moment, and the roar is endless.
"Boom!"
During the battle, countless ghosts were affected by the powerful battle and disappeared.
In the ghost city, it suddenly became a ruin.
There are two forces fighting. One is in the form of a three-foot tall man with a pair of huge blood-colored horns and dark red skin. It looks like the muscles of a human being exposed after losing its skin. Each hand has only four fingers, holding a square halberd. , The battle with red eyes!
If Zhong Shan is here, he must recognize at a glance, these are the Shura clan! And it's the bloody Shura tribe of the Shura clan!
Shura is like a natural warrior, even if his cultivation is equal, he will be one enemy two! Don't let the wind fall.
The killing continued, with casualties! Guarding the Central City Lord's Mansion!
On the other side, it is composed of humans and demons!
However, the fighting is all small, but the real leader is the twenty-one men standing in the air, led by a purple-clothed man, and twenty men standing behind. The headed man in purple has a fierce face!
"Aren't you coming out?" Zi Yi said coldly.
While talking, he slapped his hand at the city lord's mansion.
The ghost king who was on the side shivered.
The main hall of the City Lord's Mansion was opened suddenly, and a big handprint slapped towards him.
"Boom~~~~!"
There was a loud noise, and the two palms canceled each other out. And this loud noise also seemed to be a signal, and Shura and the strong men who had just fought quickly stopped fighting and separated on both sides. Waiting.
And everyone's eyes also focused on the City Lord's Mansion.
Slowly, ten black Shura came out from the city lord's mansion, each of them soaring to the sky, fierce and fierce in their eyes.
"Ancient Shura?" The purple-clothed man said solemnly.
Ancient Asura, corresponding to Jixian, was equivalent to ten ancient immortals. At this moment, ten ancient Asuras came out of the temple, did not speak, but divided into two sides, waiting for the last person to come out.
A red robe. One hand is holding a gauze fan embroidered with Heihe, while the other is holding a thin blood-colored needle. Wei Taizhong.
Seeing Wei Taizhong, the other person raised his brows.
"You are not Shura? How could you command the Shura clan?" The person in purple exclaimed.
Behind Wei Taizhong, the King of Ghosts quickly moved a chair for him. Wei Taizhong put on his wide sleeves and sat down slowly.
"Come on, who are you?" Wei Taizhong said solemnly.
"I am Da Yong Yao Ting, drilling the sky, Zi Dong Tian, did you send the Shura clan to chase down my Da Yong Tian Ting?" the purple robe man said coldly.
"It turned out to be a rat demon, yes, it was from our family!"
Wei Taizhong said lightly.
"If that's the case, that's right, ancient Shura? I still die today, come on, kill those ancient Shura for me!" Zi Dongtian cried.
"Yes!" The twenty people behind Zi Dongtian who had not moved, suddenly took out their weapons and killed them in the direction of Wei Taizhong.
The ancient Shura raised their brows, but no one moved.
Wei Taizhong looked at the twenty ancient immortals who were about to rush into the distance, and a cold light flashed in his eyes, and a murderous intent burst out.
On his right hand, there were blood-colored embroidery needles attached to the black thread in the sleeve, but when Wei Taizhong shook his hand, one embroidery needle suddenly turned into 21. Flick!
"call out!"
Twenty-one embroidery needles dragged twenty-one black threads, turning into twenty-one streams of light, and instantly shot at the people on the opposite side.
When Zidongtian's pupils shrank, a blood-colored embroidery needle instantly reached the center of his eyebrows.
At the time of the horror, the instinctive sword stood in front of him. "Ding!"
Zi Dongtian suddenly saw a needle emerge from the long sword, this blood-colored needle pierced through his magic weapon
"boom!"
Instinctively uses thousands of shields, and at the same time fits the heavens instantly.
"Ding!"
Finally, the needle was blocked from the heavens.
However, the twenty subordinates of the ancient immortals did not have that good luck.
Twenty-one embroidery needles, one rushed to the purple hole sky, and the other twenty were rushed toward a group of ancient immortals.
The speed is too fast to stop it. It penetrates the center of the eyebrows instantly, shoots out from the back of the head, then shoots in from the left temple, and shoots out from the right temple, forming a cross stitch.
Twenty threads, connecting twenty ancient immortals!
Wei Taizhong pulls! "Boom!"
Twenty heads broke open, brains burst, blood was spilled in the sky, and the scene was bloody!
The ghost king shivered. Zi Dongtian's other subordinates were even more shocked and unconsciously retreated.
Even Zidongtian also showed a sense of horror.
"It's you, you killed Gou Xiaotian?" Zi Dongtian exclaimed.
"Yes, it was our family who killed it. It was because you were too unruly. Gou Xiaotian's lessons were not enough. You still want to beat Nu Qinghui's idea?" Wei Taizhong said coldly.
Zidongtian's face twitched. Then there was a cold expression in his eyes: "Gou Xiaotian must have been careless, you are not a man or a woman, you must die today!"
"Death? Just you?" Wei Taizhong sneered.
"Your magic weapon can't break my way of heaven. From your perspective, it should be...!" Zi Dongtian was saying something.
"Our family doesn't like to talk nonsense with the dead, you will kill the others and leave none of them!" Wei Taizhong interrupted Zidongtian and said to the ancient Asuras.
"Yes!"
"You!" Zi Dongtian's face sank.
Wei Taizhong's expression became cold, and all the fine needles returned to his right hand, while the gauze fan in his left hand waved at Tiandao not far away.
"Boom~~~~!"
In the gauze fan, a billowing black river suddenly appeared, surging straight into the purple hole sky.
(To be continued)