Prehistoric: Senior Brother Xuanmen

Desires are inherent, why restraint?

Xuan Chengzi continued: "Under the situation where the ideas are contrary, it will be a matter of time before you betray the Taoist sect and join the Western religion. Uncle Shi is a saint and has already foreseen this, but he chooses to respect your choice. As long as you If you don't do anything that hurts the interests of Taoism, he won't care about you.

Uncle Shi is generous and kind, but I am different. I will not allow Taoist disciples to defect to Western religion!

Once it happens, no matter who it is, it will be my enemy!

So my original intention was to get rid of you completely, but considering that such a thing has not happened after all, I should give you a chance to repent and start a new life. "

Chang-eared Dingguangxian remained silent, but there was no anger in his eyes, only deep remorse.

If it wasn't for his damn talent, if he hadn't restrained his desire...all this wouldn't have happened!

After a while, Xuan Chengzi smiled slightly, "This trip into reincarnation is not only a repentance for you, but also an opportunity to recover and rebuild!"

Chang Er Ding Guangxian smiled wryly, "But in that case, am I still me?"

Xuan Chengzi said lightly: "Don't worry, I will protect your true spirit from getting lost in reincarnation. When you return to reincarnation, although you are no longer Chang-Eared Dingguang Immortal, you will still be a Jiejiao disciple! "

"Ok!"

Long-eared Dingguangxian took a deep breath and nodded vigorously.

"Thank you, Big Brother!"

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In the dark underworld, only the endlessly flowing Wangchuan River exudes a faint light.

Countless ghosts float and sink in the river, enduring the bites of snakes and insects.

After Xuan Chengzi drove the day-by-day car into the underworld, he walked along the Wangchuan River for a while, and a tall pass suddenly appeared in front of him.

This pass is about ten thousand feet high, and the two dark gates are like two steep peaks, with wisps of gray and cloudy air surrounding them, making it look extraordinarily mysterious and magnificent.

On the plaque above the city gate are engraved three huge and incomparable inscriptions on the immortals-Ghost Gate!

In Xuan Chengzi's field of vision, a long line of densely packed dead souls walked towards the gate of hell.

Passing through the ghost gate is considered to have officially embarked on the road of reincarnation.

This is the bridgehead of the long road to the underworld.

All the registered beings will be drawn by the rules of the tunnel after their lifespan is exhausted, or they will die unexpectedly, and then enter Fengdu.

Occasionally, accidents will be dealt with by Yinshen of the underworld.

At this moment, with Xuan Chengzi driving the sun-riding car, it is like a great sun descending on the underworld, bringing infinite light to this dark world.

"Who is so bold, dare to trespass into the underworld!"

A bang sounded from the closing of the ghost gate.

The two fossil-like figures that had not moved since ancient times suddenly opened their eyes at the same time.

These two figures are thousands of feet tall, one on the left and one on the right standing in front of the gate of hell, like two statues standing still before opening their mouths.

One has a thick waist and a rough face, holding a steel fork in his left hand and a chain in his right hand; the other is thin, with long limbs and a ferocious face, holding a steel gun in his left hand and a chain in his right hand.

It looks a bit like a bull's head and a horse's face.

Looking at the two strange-looking figures, Xuan Chengzi swept away his spiritual thoughts and found that there was no primordial spirit in their bodies.

To be precise, the body and soul are inseparable.

This is the symbol of the witch clan.

Judging from the aura, these two witch warriors are probably not weaker than Jinxian.

So... After the Lich's calamity, the remnants of the Lich really fled to the Underworld!

He stopped the car thoughtfully, and said calmly: "Xuanjiao Xuan Chengzi, come to pay a visit to Empress Pingxin."

"An interpreter?"

"Xuan Chengzi?"

The two witch warriors looked at each other, and they both saw a trace of fear in each other's eyes.

"Couldn't he be that Xuanmen elder brother?"

"It shouldn't be too bad... We can't afford to mess with this person, let him go."

"However, according to the rules set by the God of Nine Nethers, only dead souls can enter the underworld. If we let him pass, we will inevitably be punished."

"Punishment is at most a pain in the flesh... But if we dare to block the way, I'm afraid we will be turned into ashes today!"

"Makes sense!"

The two warriors of the Wu tribe didn't understand the method of sound transmission from the primordial spirit, so they could only discuss in a low voice, but given their size, the so-called low voice discussion was like thunder, shaking the dead souls under their feet in panic.

"Then what..."

The slender Wu clan warrior pondered for a moment, clasped his fists honestly and said: "Shangxian, if you want to visit your empress, we will not dare to stop you, please do what you want."

Xuan Chengzi looked strange.

Being so sensible is not like the witch clan in his impression.

But since he got out of the way, Xuan Chengzi didn't worry about it anymore.

He expressed his thanks naturally, and then drove the chasing car slowly through the tall and majestic gate of ghosts...

Chapter 288 Believe Your Majesty, You Don't Want To...

The prehistoric land is boundless.

But under this earth, there are still eighteen layers of underworld.

The sun is not seen here all year round, and it is dark and dark. There is only a yellow and turbid river running through the Eighteen Layers of Netherland.

Originating from the human world, it rushes to the sea of ​​blood in the nether world.

This big river is called Wangchuan, and it is tens of thousands of miles wide at its narrowest point.

The river water is blood-yellow, and it is full of lonely ghosts and copper snakes and iron dogs who cannot be reincarnated.

Xuan Chengzi drove the chasing car through the ghost gate and came to the bank of Wangchuan River.

Ahead is a stone bridge.

This bridge is called Naihe Bridge.

The width is only a hundred feet, but the length is far more than ten thousand miles!

This is the only way to cross the Wangchuan River.

Because the water of the Wangchuan River carries a strong evil spirit, it is difficult for even a golden immortal monk to fly over this river, let alone wading through it.

Below Daluo Jinxian, the only way to get to the other side is through the Naihe Bridge.

Both sides of Naihe Bridge are protected by carved stone railings, the bridge deck is slightly curved, and the bridge deck is paved with bluestone.

The souls of the dead arrived here in a daze, and they arranged themselves according to left yin and right yang, and walked across the bridge slowly.

They often have to walk hundreds of thousands of years, or even longer, to reach the other side of this bridge.

There is also the risk of falling into the Wangchuan River in the middle.

Xuan Chengzi would not be so troublesome, he directly drove the Zhuri car across the Wangchuan River and came to a gloomy black giant city.

This huge black city is Fengdu!

The grass and trees in the city are all born with the evil spirit of Yin and evil, and they look like the sharp edge of a sword.

There are many magnificent palaces in the city. The souls entering Fengdu must enter these palaces one by one to be interrogated and punished.

Xuan Chengzi traveled all the way, and found that this hell was obviously not the one he remembered.

Although the place is still the same place, it is not the bull-headed horse face, the impermanence, the judge, the ten halls of Yama, etc. who are in charge of it.

Along the way, Xuan Chengzi saw many warriors of the Wu clan, who herded the dead souls and acted as guards.

There is also the Jiuyou God Lord mentioned by the two witch warriors guarding the ghost gate before, Xuan Chengzi doesn't know who he is.

Out of a certain psychology, Hell has been born for so many years, and he has never been here.

"Who is coming!"

The gates of the treasure halls were opened, and many tall Wu tribe warriors came out of them, all of them looked up solemnly at the Sun Chaser floating above Fengdu.

They have entered the underworld several times, and this is the first time they have encountered someone who dared to break in.

"Explain and teach Xuan Chengzi, come to visit Empress Pingxin."

Xuan Chengzi sat in the luan car and said in a harmonious voice.

There was a whisper immediately below.

Obviously, Xuan Chengzi's name is deafening even in Fengdu, the underworld.

Shaoqing, a skinny old man of the Wu clan stepped forward two steps, cupped his fists towards the sun-riding car and said: "Shangxian came here uninvited. If the empress is willing to see you, she will guide you there... But now Shangxian has not yet come. I have to be guided by the empress, obviously the empress does not want to see the Shangxian, so please come back if it is the Shangxian."

Well, it's about to be shut down.

Xuan Chengzi sighed in his heart.

After so many years, why has he never come to the underworld?

After all, when Empress Pingxin obtained the authentic holy position, he, Xuan Chengzi, had the power to guide her!

It stands to reason that he should be a guest of honor when he comes to the underworld.

But his master Yuanshi Tianzun once warned him a word.

A flat heart is a flat heart, and Houtu is Houtu.

Xuan Chengzi easily understood the meaning of this sentence.

At the beginning, the ancestor Houtu turned into a witch, and after he got the holy throne, his temperament changed drastically. He called himself Pingxin, and turned a blind eye to Zhurong ancestor witch and the others.

Xuan Chengzi was suspicious at that time.

The ancestor of Houtu turned into a witch in reincarnation, which completed the rules of the tunnel and matched the tunnel...

Xuan Chengzi can naturally think of the key to this familiar plot.

When she is Pingxin, she is a fair and benevolent authentic saint, the lord of the underworld, the incarnation of reincarnation... But when she is Houtu, she is an equally benevolent but unwilling ancestor witch.

If it is the former, Xuan Chengzi will definitely get an interview when he comes to visit.

But if it's the latter, it's really hard to say.

After all, after the calamity of the Lich, the chaotic secrets have regained their clarity. As a true saint, the Houtu Ancestral Witch can easily understand the cause and effect, and naturally understand that Xuan Chengzi's "pointing" to her to become a saint was just going along with the flow... …not even a pure mind!

In this case, just closing the door and disappearing is already very face-to-face.

But Xuan Chengzi is not rare.

He pondered for a while, and said loudly: "The disciple has something important to discuss with the uncle. I believe that you don't want to see the only remaining warriors of the Wu tribe slaughtered, right?"

As soon as these words came out, all the warriors of the Wu tribe in Fengdu immediately glared at him. The hot-tempered ones had already displayed their supernatural powers, and their bodies swelled rapidly.

This is like the Wu clan warrior in my memory.

Xuan Chengzi sighed in admiration, and at the same time as he put away the Chaser car, a golden and bright Qingyun emerged from above his head.

"Crash~"

The golden merit coins are like rushing rivers, reciprocating in Qingyun, emitting dazzling brilliance.

And above Qingyun, spirit treasures shining with various colors of brilliance emerged one after another.

The chaotic clock with simple and simple shape, surrounded by mysterious and yellow energy; the four fairy swords that are neither metal nor wood, filled with fierce and hostile energy...

Those Wu clan warriors who were about to strike froze instantly.

They are brave, but they are not stupid.

Especially after experiencing the Lich War, they understood what "forbearance" is.

At this moment, a cold voice sounded.

"Xuan Chengzi! Are you going to make a fuss in the underworld?"

Hearing this much unfamiliar voice, Xuan Chengzi compared it with the voice in his memory, and then said respectfully: "I don't dare! I just want to protect myself..."