I created the world

"Get out of here!"

Charon roared, and the oars in his hands slapped on the Styx River, and the black waves swept away, sweeping the Styx River, and all the dead souls were immediately blasted out, layer after layer were blown away like garbage.

Styx became quiet in an instant, but in less than a moment, countless hands stretched out from the bottom of the river, struggling to pull on the side of the boat.

"I don't know what to do!"

The green light in Charon's eyes suddenly flashed, and all the dead souls on the ship's side wailed sharply, and were instantly wiped out.

This time, the Styx River was completely quiet, and no dead soul dared to approach the ferry boat anymore.

An Mixiu turned a blind eye to all this, he didn't move or speak, he just looked at the other ferryman from afar.

"Who is he?"

Charon noticed An Mixiu's gaze, he bowed slightly and said in a respectful tone, "Master, I don't know."

An Mixiu frowned, but didn't ask any more questions, because he knew it was useless to ask.

As Charon's ferry boat docked at the opposite bank, An Mixiu had no choice but to look away, set foot on the opposite bank, and walked towards the judgment seat.

Along the way, countless messengers from the underworld were bowing to An Mixiu. They all knew An Mixiu's identity, and they also knew that he might be the master of the underworld in the future.

Even the three seraphs on the trial stand got up and watched An Mixiu walk past the trial stand and head towards the death temple behind.

On the way to the Temple of Death, there are a lot of black flowers blooming, and there are countless special plants of the underworld.

While looking at the scene of the underworld, An Mixiu was thinking about the whole process after the soul of the dead entered the underworld.

An Mixiu understood that this was what Chen Luo wanted him to see, and this was probably the purpose of summoning him.

"Screening, baptism, termination, are these three steps really fair?"

"The order of the underworld seems to be maintained by these messengers of the underworld. Can they maintain the operation of the underworld with such a small number?"

In the process of thinking, An Mixiu unknowingly arrived at the gate of the Temple of Death.

The buildings here are taller and more magnificent than the temples in the mortal world, and the style also reveals a dark and weird taste.

Each temple is divided into very many layers, supported by huge pillars, superimposed layer by layer.

The ground is all paved with wide stone slabs. After passing through the temples, An Mixiu finally reached the deepest temple, which floats in the sky and is located at the highest point.

In front of An Mixiu, a series of stairs suspended in the air appeared, leading to the palace on the top. Through it, you can see a large number of death messengers coming and going.

When An Mixiu arrived at the highest temple step by step, the moment he saw Chen Luo, his calm and wise gaze suddenly became excited.

In more than 100 years, An Mixiu has experienced countless wars and life-and-death trials, and his mood has long since become immobile, but when he saw Chen Luo again, his mood immediately became so agitated that he couldn't control it.

More than 100 years ago, he was still an insignificant beggar on the street. At that time, he was only 16 years old. It was Chen Luo who completely changed his destiny.

"Your Majesty, I finally see you again!"

With tears in his eyes, An Mixiu knelt down at Chen Luo's feet, touched his head to the ground, and bowed deeply.

Looking at An Mixiu's vicissitudes and mature face, Chen Luo couldn't help sighing, and waved An Mixiu to stand up from the ground.

"An Mixiu, has the utopia you expected already been established?"

Chen Luo still remembers what he said when he asked An Mixiu what kind of world he wanted to build, "Good and evil will be rewarded, everyone's heart is bright, the world is no longer greedy for enjoyment, the weak have dignity, the strong There are restrictions."

An Mixiu felt ashamed for a moment, knelt on the ground and cried bitterly.

"Your Majesty! I'm too incompetent to do it!"

Chen Luo reached out and patted An Mixiu's shoulder, and said with a smile, "No, you did a good job and lived up to my entrustment. You are still young, and you still have enough time to fulfill your ambition."

Chapter 547 First-order Extraordinary

"Do you know why you were summoned to the underworld?"

An Mixiu bowed and replied, "You should be doing something for the underworld."

Chen Luo smiled slightly, "That's right. If you were to be in charge of the underworld, what would you do?"

Shocked expression appeared on An Mixiu's face, and he said in disbelief, "Isn't the underworld your kingdom of God..."

An Mixiu didn't realize it for a while. When he was only 16 years old, he always thought that Chen Luo was just an envoy of God.

But with the passage of time, as he got older, he has already understood that the power displayed by Chen Luo is not as simple as a god's envoy.

An Mixiu had already determined that Chen Luo was the God of Death, so the statue of the god of the Underworld Church was gradually replaced by the image of Chen Luo back then.

But now Chen Luo asked him to control the underworld, which was within the power of the god of death, and he had the supreme authority over the law of reincarnation.

Naturally, An Mixiu would not think that Chen Luo was joking again, he quickly knelt down again and said, "Your Majesty, this is your kingdom of God, how dare I have delusions."

Chen Luo reached out and pulled An Mixiu up again, and said with a smile, "You just need to answer me, how will you maintain the order of the underworld, and what kind of underworld will you choose to build?"

"Or, to make you a god of death, can you do a good job?"

An Mixiu was shaken all over, he raised his head and looked at Chen Luo in disbelief.

He never expected to hear such a question from Chen Luo.

Looking at the faint smile on Chen Luo's face, he looked like he didn't care about anything in Carlo City back then.

An Mixiu realized in an instant that Chen Luo was definitely not as simple as a god of death. No god would give up his position and kingdom of God to others so easily.

"Your Majesty, are you... the Creator?"

An Mixiu looked at Chen Luo, stuttering and asking with a look of shock on his face.

Apart from this answer, An Mixiu couldn't think of any other possibility.

Chen Luo laughed, "Creator God, Creator, Great Sage, Judgment Angel Lophis... I can't even remember how many names I have. You have seen the situation in the underworld just now, now The god of death is vacant, but the underworld is getting bigger and bigger, and the number of dead souls is also increasing at a double speed. If this continues, sooner or later there will be troubles in the underworld.

I have too many things to deal with, and I don't have time to take care of this, so I need you to ascend to the throne of God as quickly as possible.can you do it? "

An Mixiu's eyes instantly burst into hot light. As if he had found the meaning of his existence again, he knelt down on the ground excitedly again, "Your Majesty, your oracle is everything!"

"Go ahead, we should meet again soon."

After Chen Luo finished speaking, he stretched out his hand and waved it.

The scene in front of An Mixiu suddenly changed again, and he had already returned to the temple of the underworld.

"Your Majesty, Your Majesty, are you all right?"