Hell Chef: My ingredients are weird

The underworld.

The sky in this world is a bit redder than before, and the entire world is shrouded in a scarlet mist.

The Nine Nether Heaven-defying Formation was originally a combination of nine sub-formations, occupying most of the territory of the Netherworld. At this moment, it is blending into the earth and sky of the Netherworld with a monstrous breath of flesh and blood.

The scarlet blood and the seemingly eternal blood-red thunder in the sky complement each other, creating a twisted and strange beauty.

The wandering spirits and wild ghosts that were common in the past can no longer be found in the Nether World at this time. Only batches of neatly arranged masters are wandering around the formation to patrol.

"We only need to persist for ten more days, and we will succeed. When the time comes, we will be promoted together. As the Ghost Emperor becomes an eternal race, the sacrifices of our people will be worth it."

A very penetrating voice floated in the ranks of the Netherworld Ghost Clan.

The leader is a late-stage heaven-level ghost clan strongman, and the ghost clan here still has about 100,000 people. Among them, there are seven or eight hundred earth-level and heaven-level masters, excluding the elite team that disappeared in China. , the remaining strength is still very strong.

And this kind of strength is only half or even worse than other ethnic groups.

After dozens of days of blood sacrifice, all the low-level people from all the major ethnic groups and forces in the Netherworld were sacrificed, and the remaining ones were all experts.

Obviously the mood in the Netherworld is not right, so now the strong man is shouting to adjust the atmosphere in the family group.

They are all earth-level and heaven-level strong men, either fierce or fierce god-level ghost clan strongmen, but now they need the leader's words of encouragement, which is ridiculous.

It seems absurd, but it is the norm in the Netherworld today.

No matter which group sacrifices all the bottom and 80% of the middle, the mood will not be too high.

Even if these groups are from the Netherworld.

If Song Yu saw with his own eyes the scene of the millions of crying creatures in the Netherworld being sucked out of their flesh and blood by the Nine Nether Heaven-defying Formation, he would probably secretly sigh, how cruel it is.

That's not comparable to killing a few or even hundreds of people.

If you look carefully, 99% of all the creatures still left in the Netherworld have a hidden red color in their eyes.

"Soul Eater, the rebellion of your men has not been resolved yet?"

A bloody light stayed in this ghostly mountain range, emitting a loud sound.

In the mountains, a low voice responded, "There is no need for the Blood Emperor to worry about this matter. I will handle it myself. Now it's time to get down to business."

"You mean the Underworld Emperor's breath?"

"Underworld Emperor's aura has revived. How can we, all around us, sit back and watch, really want to watch Hades Emperor resurrect and take away everything we have now."

At this time, two more huge auras broke through the air and landed in the mountains, causing the surrounding ground to subside and almost causing a ground subsidence.

"Are you two here just to demonstrate?" The Soul-Eating Ghost Emperor snorted with dissatisfaction.

"I'm used to the abyss. I never thought this place was so fragile."

A big bright red eyeball shook a few times and restrained its aura.

Next to it is a young monk in gray clothes. His handsome appearance does not look like someone from the Netherworld, and he has no aura at all.

"We see the imitation of Shura." At this time, a voice came out from the bloody light.

The big eyes and pupils looked towards the floating blood light, "Shura has just entered the middle stage. We are four against one, and we have to set up a blood sea formation in advance to take him down. Facing the Hades, all of this will not work."

There was a sneer in the blood light, "We have practiced intensively for thousands of years. If we were not restricted by the way of heaven, how could we stop here? Even if the Hades Emperor revives, we will only reach the middle stage of the Emperor Realm at most."

At this time, the gray-clothed monk raised his eyes and said calmly: "Amitabha, since the strongest restriction of heaven is only the middle stage, why can we only be suppressed in the early stage..."

The big eyeballs shook for a moment, "Before Shura was suppressed, he desperately brought backlash to the four of us. Otherwise, he would have already entered the middle stage, understood the laws, and led the Netherworld to transcendence."

The gray-clothed monk nodded: "The Law of Shura is so difficult to deal with, and the poor monk has only been able to refine it now. I think the three of them are similar, and there is no need to hide their clumsiness. If all the plans lead to the achievement of the Underworld Emperor, wouldn't you and I become the laughing stock of the three worlds forever?"

The Soul-Eating Ghost Emperor said: "The place where the Underworld Emperor's aura is revived is in the Nine Dark Mountains. Is there anything abnormal there with the Evil Emperor?"

The big eyeballs continued to shake, "The aura of the Underworld Emperor has caused panic in the abyss. If I hadn't stepped in to suppress it, there would have been chaos."

The gray-clothed monk slowly spoke: "I am taking the evil mirror as my main task. The three of you will assist me with all your strength. The four of us will take action at the same time to suppress the Underworld Emperor in Jiuan Mountain."

The breaths of the other three parties stagnated, obviously they were afraid of Nie Jing.

That was the most precious treasure in the evil mirror of the underworld. The mirror could reflect the good and evil past of the dead soul during his lifetime.

"The Demon Buddha is really willing to give up, but there is nothing I can do about it. Only a judge's pen that I picked up, fused with the blood of the netherworld and refined for thousands of years, can still contribute..."

Bloody Light made a faint sound.

The remaining Soul-eating Ghost Emperor and Abyss Evil Emperor also spoke their own voices, discussing with each other how the four parties should use to suppress the Hades Emperor.

It's just that their treasures and methods have nothing to do with the underworld.

Emperor Hades disappeared, and they each had their own guesses. They were not panicking this time, and had already made plans in their minds.

"Three days later, Jiu Anshan and I will take action together."

The gray-clothed monk nodded slightly, and then his figure turned into bubbles and disappeared into the void.

The other two also disappeared.

Only the Soul-eating Ghost Emperor in the mountains made a sound after a long time and fell into the center of the Netherworld Ghost Clan's residence.

"Guihuan, you go to China and pass on my order. Jiuyin will lead the ghost tribe back to the Netherworld and succeed to the throne of the Netherworld Ghost Emperor."

"Ah...yes, Ghost Emperor, I will go to China immediately."

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China.

It was already the next day, and the matter of Taichu Underworld Emperor and the Book of Life and Death was still talked about in the Chinese cultivation world.

It's even worse in Song Ji Restaurant, because this is where high-level practitioners gather.

In the Reincarnation Hall, many acquaintances gathered together, including elites from Taoism, Confucianism, and Buddhism, as well as strong casual cultivators like Lin Yuan.

Even Demon God Shura was sitting at the same table as Li Yan, muttering something in a low voice.

Song Yu frowned slightly, his expression fluctuating.

Because these people have to look at themselves every time they say a few words.

"There's nothing on my face. If you do this, I'll close my shop."

Song Yu spoke, causing the buzzing discussion to suddenly stop.

"Boss Song, we don't want to be like this, but the Book of Life and Death is the legendary treasure of the underworld, and I really can't suppress my curiosity."

Daoxuan Zhenjun from the Taoist side spoke. Next to him sat three of his disciples plus Han Qinglong and Dahei. It was like a whole family.

Song Yu looked around, and sure enough, these people looked gossipy and were just waiting for him to speak.

"Let me show you then. Does anyone want to check their name?"

To everyone's surprise, Song Yu did not refuse, but instead raised his hand and released the Book of Life and Death.

There was no fluctuation at all, just like an ordinary book, just hovering in front of everyone's eyes.

The low voices one after another showed that their minds were not very calm.

At this moment, Jiuyin's figure quietly appeared without attracting attention, and sat down next to Demon God Shura, whispering a few words.

Demon God Shura's expression immediately changed slightly, with a wry smile on his face.