Ming Dynasty Emperor System

The deepest part of the ego dojo, the source of the illusory realm, the underworld, and the underworld.

"puff--"

He broke out of the water from the bottom of the sea and vomited out a large amount of smelly sea water.

Then he took a deep breath of fresh air.

"Damn, almost drowned!"

He finally took a breath and cursed:

"Damn it, if anyone knew that my generation master fell into the sea of ​​​​the underworld and was supported to death by the sea water, it would be a big embarrassment!"

After speaking, he turned around to check his surroundings.

The black tide is still surging, and waves are surging out in the distance.

The Nine Heavens Divine Sword floated quietly in the sky, the tip of the sword pointed downwards, pointing directly at him.

"Come on the sword—" he called.

The Nine Heavens Divine Sword broke through the void and returned to his hand.

He put the sword in front of his eyes and looked at it carefully. The sword was stained with purple blood.

The purple blood at the upper end was still fresh and able to flow, but the lower end, extending to the tip of the sword, was covered in dried blood.

"Did he run away... I didn't see the remains of the faceless monster, and the death energy was much lighter."

He muttered, calculating the time, and unfolded his consciousness, locking on a shadow under the black tide in the east.

"interesting."

He sheathed his sword and entered the sea of ​​​​consciousness, and was surprised to find that there were something more in his memory.

Secret Realm of Heavenly Dao, Ancestral Abyss, Self Dojo, Nine Sun Temple, Cliff Tower...

These unfamiliar terms popped into my mind inexplicably and seemed extremely abrupt.

"What the hell."

The more he thought about it, the more his head hurt. He simply threw away those thoughts, took out his Zen staff, and flew away to the west.

The black tide surged rapidly, and the shadow changed accordingly.

Not one of the ten kings of hell was left out, and they all appeared from the shadows, revealing their figures.

"Do you want to chase?" King Yama asked.

"Chasing him, Ksitigarbha was seriously injured by him, and his brother was also disabled by him. What should we chase?!" King Qin Guang said angrily.

Huh - it seemed like a breeze was blowing.

A powerful coercion mixed with Buddha's breath and death energy suddenly descended in front of the Ten Palaces of Hell.

"Hey, people are here in great numbers. What do you want to do with such a big battle?"

He said with a smile,.

Just now, he deceived the Tenth Palace King of Hell with a blinding trick, and then turned around and showed up again.

At this moment, the ten kings of hell were frightened.

King Qin Guang's mind was spinning the fastest and he quickly smiled and said:

"I have heard for a long time that Master Wuchao's magic power reaches the sky. When I saw it today, it is indeed well-deserved. Since you have come to hell to visit, we, as the hosts, naturally want to receive you!"

The other nine kings of hell nodded in agreement.

"I don't want to talk nonsense to you, where is Houtu?"

He said with a sudden cold expression, put the Zen staff on his shoulder, rubbed his fingers, and stared coldly at the ten kings of hell.

"Empress Houtu has been living in hiding. Unless it is a major matter related to the survival of the underworld, she will never show up."

Yan Luowang explained.

"Oh, the shelf is so big."

A terrifying look suddenly burst out in his eyes, and he said word by word:

"Then what is the important matter related to the survival of the underworld?"

King Yama was stunned when he was stared at. He laughed twice and turned to ask the other nine kings of hell for their opinions.

But when King Yama turned around, he was immediately dumbfounded.

These kings of hell were either studying their fingers and toes, or admiring the dark sky. What's more, they actually took out "How to Train Disobedient Ghosts" and read it with relish!

Bunch of assholes!

King Yama cursed secretly, the corners of his mouth twitched slightly, and his mind was running rapidly.

After thinking of an excuse in a short period of time, King Yama turned around and faced him and said:

"This... there are very few major events related to the survival of the underworld, unless the three realms collapse, and..."

"If I kill one of you, or kill all of you, does this count as a major matter concerning the survival of the underworld?"

Before King Yama could finish speaking, he interrupted, and what he said chilled the hearts of the ten Kings of Yama.

"Oh - judging from your reaction, it should be considered correct? Hou Tu will probably come forward for this. After all, you are her dear subordinates."

After he finished speaking, he dropped his Zen staff and waved it gracefully a few times.

This move frightened the expressions of the ten kings of hell and made them retreat.

He smiled ferociously and approached step by step.

The atmosphere became increasingly tense.

In the distance, a dilapidated small wooden boat floated slowly.

A ghost hummed a tune while swinging the oars, and a peerless fairy sat on the board behind.

The music accompanies the beauty, but the ghost is terrifying.

This scene is incompatible with the underworld, but it has a bit of charm.

Seeing this, he raised his eyebrows, retracted his Zen staff, temporarily let go of the ten kings of hell in front of him, and then called in the direction of the boat:

"Win the hook!"

The soft little tune suddenly stopped, and the ghost suddenly turned his head, only to see that his smile was still there, looking at him enthusiastically.

"Wuchao! Are you not dead?"

After hearing this, his face suddenly elongated, pretending to be displeased.

"How can it be considered normal if I die?"

The ghost sneered, and the peerless fairy behind him glanced at him expressionlessly, then closed his eyes to rest.

The ten kings of hell are floating on the sea, neither walking nor walking. They are terribly embarrassed.

"Didn't you say that the ditty I hum is unpleasant? Why do you have to hum it secretly by yourself?"

He floated over and landed on the bow of the ship.

"I meant that your humming was unpleasant, but I didn't say that the ditty was unpleasant."

The ghost shrugged.

"The song touches people's hearts and can be played a thousand times. Humming it when you are bored can relieve some loneliness!"

He smiled and nodded, turned to look at the peerless fairy, and asked:

"Who is this little girl?"

The ghost replied:

"A destined person."

The fairy behind suddenly frowned, her long eyelashes curled up, she opened her eyes, opened and closed her red lips, and uttered a beautiful crisp voice:

"I am the Profound Girl of the Nine Heavens, and I am in charge of the art of war in the Heavenly Court. I am not a destined person. Ferryman, please do not lie."

"Yo! He's still a god!"

He put on an exaggerated expression, and when the ghost saw this, he just smiled.

At this moment, the ghost finally saw the ten kings of hell with strange looks, and couldn't help but be shocked.

After seeing his half-smiling expression, the ghost thought for a moment and finally understood the current situation.

"You, why did you come back to Minghai again? Didn't Ting Ting make things difficult for you?"

"No, no, it's very kind! After giving it to me, it went to play with it."

He said lightly:

"No, just after I finished handling some minor matters, ten Lords of Hell came to entertain me. We were chatting before and I saw you."

"Oh - that's it, poof -"

The ghost showed an expression that clearly wanted to laugh but had to hold it in, but in the end, he couldn't help laughing.

King Yama's face turned dark immediately and he scolded in a deep voice:

"Win Gou! Why are you laughing?! Why don't you go row your boat!"

"Is it none of your business if I laugh?"

The ghost replied unceremoniously.