I'm Trying My Best to Add Some Cultivators in the World of Ninth Uncle

"Sloppy!"

Russell couldn't help but patted his head in annoyance, and let you play. After playing for a long time, he ran away.

He couldn't help but sighed, and he wasn't angry in his heart. As an evil cultivator, if he didn't have the ability to escape, he would have been beaten to death long ago.

Looking for it but couldn't find it, Russell looked at the huge corpse of the spider spirit on the ground, so he had to go back to find Uncle Nine first to see if there was anything he could do.

He left with the spider spirit's body on his shoulders. The hill was broken and the woods were scattered. It seemed to be telling that there had been a big war here.

Underworld.

A black figure suddenly appeared in this gray world, it was the patriarch Xiexiu who had just fought against Russell.

With a ferocious face at this time, he forcibly condensed the dissipated soul power, condensing a dilapidated body.

It took a lot of thought again to make my illusory body solidify a bit.

The old ancestor's eyes were full of anger, but he still turned his head from time to time with lingering fear, for fear that some little doll would chase him over.

Fortunately, that little baby didn't know how to enter the underworld, otherwise, he would really be doomed today!

"Wait, wait, I will beat you to death when I recover my strength, Patriarch!"

The old ancestor clenched his fists viciously, most of the original injuries had healed, but he was almost knocked out of his wits by this brat.

hateful!hateful!

He couldn't help shouting to the sky, "Damn Maoshan, I'm at odds with you!"

A soul-hunting rope quietly appeared behind him, and when he pulled it directly, the bewildered old Zula fell to his knees.

Horrified in his heart, he raised his head suddenly, and found a man in black clothes with a white hat on his head.

Impressively written on the white hat: "You are here too"

The ancestor's eyes widened, and he screamed, "Bai Wuchang, you are Bai Wuchang, no, no!"

His face was panic-stricken, and he was almost scared out of his wits.

You must know that he has killed too much in the mortal world in order to live longer, and his resentment has already deepened.

Once it falls into the hands of the Yin God, it will be like going through the eighteen levels of hell!

He kept struggling, but he was like an ant in front of that person, without any resistance at all.

The man looked at him coldly, and whipped him straight away. The feeling of being whipped on the soul was more than just a pain!

"what!"

The old ancestor screamed, and almost scolded his mother in his heart, didn't he say that the Yin God of the underworld is easy to talk, so just put some money in it?

It's just a whip when you come up, what's going on?

Immediately afterwards, he heard the 'Bai Wuchang' whispering in front of him, "Grandma, I am clearly Hei Wuchang, are all ghosts blind now?"

The ancestor raised his head stubbornly, looked at the white hat on Heiwuchang's head, and didn't know what to say for a while.

He could only roll his eyes, looking sadly at his miserable future.

"Snapped!"

Another blow of the whip, the ancestor stared at him, and instantly passed out from the pain.

Hei Wuchang touched his white hat, "I can't let people see my ugly appearance, sooner or later, I will take my hat back!"

He walked unsteadily, ecstatically looking at the old ancestor, feeling very happy in his heart.

The current underworld is no different than before. The eighteen passages leading to the world have been closed one after another, leaving only one.

So there are fewer and fewer ghosts who want to escape to the underworld to avoid disasters.

Because it is easy to touch the hands of these Yin gods.

Hei Wuchang was very happy, it has been decades, and there are still people who foolishly hide in the underworld?

Ah, isn't that a coincidence, I'm looking for you!

"I heard him talking about Maoshan. Maybe he has a grudge with Maoshan. Go to the judge. Maybe he can exchange two jugs of wine. I'm happy."

Poor old ancestor, he still doesn't know that he has been sold.

As for the price, one and a half bottles of good wine, don't ask why it is half a bottle.

Because a certain person was also very helpless, and his wine was always stolen by a sunspot.

When the ancestor woke up in a daze, there was a different person in front of him.

The man had a serious face and was wearing an official uniform of the underworld. He was sitting upright with a table in front of him, as if he was correcting something.

Seeing him wake up, the man directly picked up the pen in his hand and pointed it at the air, and the ancestor lost consciousness in an instant.

The man closed his eyes tightly, as if he was watching something, after a while, he slowly opened his eyes.

"Hei Wuchang, go get a thousand yin virtue points yourself, don't fight anymore!"

"Okay, judge!"

Heiwuchang was very happy, before he left, he glanced at the ancestor, and couldn't help but feel a little strange in his eyes.

How could this little rookie be worth a thousand virtues?

You must know that the evil spirits and evil spirits, the century-old ghosts who wantonly killed only had one hundred yin virtue points.

Tsk tsk, one thousand virtues, how many people are you going to kill?

I don't know which level of hell I'm going to go to, at least the ninth floor!

Hei Wuchang shook his head and walked away leisurely.

As soon as he left, the judge who was sitting on the bench stood up and pointed at the old ancestor, which instantly knocked the old ancestor out of his wits.

"Unbelievable, incredible!"

The judge stood there, his eyes flashed strangely, his face was full of surprise, as if he was wondering about something.

Just as he was about to speak, he thought of something and shut his mouth abruptly.

When he lowered his head, he took out a book from the table, looked it over carefully, and there was Maoshan written on it!

He searched bit by bit, and finally found a familiar name.

"Lin Fengqiao!"

He continued to read, he was only forty years old, and now he was cultivated as a second-level earth master, and he had two apprentices.

An Qiusheng is a master of the three heavens.

A literary talent is a teacher.

The judge's eyes flickered, and the corners of his mouth slowly moved up. He searched again, pointing his finger on the writing, countless names jumped, but there was no one he wanted.

A person whose destiny is unpredictable?

He didn't speak in a daze, but suddenly he burst into laughter, and the haze suppressed in his heart dissipated immediately.

"What is a small thousand-year-old catastrophe?!"

"Maoshan should be prosperous!"

Chapter 281

Maoshan.

At this time, the head of Maoshan was still leisurely lying on a small chair, basking in the sun.

Although monsters are rampant outside and warlords are fighting, this does not affect the peace of this small world.

As the head of Maoshan, the head is not allowed to go down the mountain easily.

It is enough to have those Maoshan elders and those outstanding Maoshan disciples.

The head of Maoshan looked at the sky, thinking carefully.

The Chinese New Year will be in a few days. How should we celebrate this year's Maoshan Grand Ceremony?

Xiao Jiu and Xiao Simu, how are they doing this year?

The sun lazily shone on the Sect Leader, making it so warm that the Sect Leader didn't want to move at all. Suddenly, a stern voice reached the Sect Leader's ears.

"You bastard is being lazy again!"

The sudden sound made the sect leader tremble, quickly wiped the saliva from his mouth with his fingers, sat cross-legged solemnly, and began to meditate.

The headmaster narrowed his eyes slightly, looked around, and groaned inwardly.

Which patriarch is this who sleeps late and comes out for a stroll after waking up?

The head of the sect couldn't help but feel a little bit bitter. Everyone hoped that the more ancestors they had, the better, but they didn't know the disadvantages of having more ancestors.

There is no way to be lazy at all, because for the ancestor of Maoshan, the whole Maoshan can be controlled in one thought.

It's fine for ordinary disciples to be lazy, but if you, the master, are lazy...

The ancestor will definitely let you out of your body, and teach you to be a man with a small whip!

That voice lingered in the head's ears again, "Come down and find me!"

Down?

The head of the sect was stunned for a moment, and his expression changed immediately, knowing in his heart that something must have happened.

You must know that since taking over as the head, this is the first time that the ancestor summoned him to the underworld.

Could it be a great calamity?

The head of the sect immediately sat cross-legged on the ground, with his hands clasped together, his soul came out of his body in an instant, and disappeared directly in place, leading to the nether world.

The underworld is surrounded by mist and all kinds of wandering spirits. A golden light shuttles through it, and following the guidance of the voice, it slowly sinks into a bronze land.

This palace is hard to describe in words, it is very spacious and full of Yin Qi, the head of the palace didn't even dare to look directly at it, he could only peep from the corner of his eye.

Vaguely looking at the three words on the plaque on the hall.

"Hall of Judges"

The head of the sect became more and more horrified. These are the most important figures in Maoshan. Could it be that something really happened?