The Reborn King of Hell loves farming

"Yes, Your Majesty." Jiang Ziwen put away his joking face, but when he lifted the curtain, his expression twitched strangely, he looked back at Wei Yang and said, "Your Majesty, the opponent's formation seems to be bigger than ours! what to do?"

"Heh! Salad, do you think I don't know? But, it's fun, isn't it?" If there is no foundation, how can the other party be confident!

Jiang Ziwen was stunned for a moment, and then laughed loudly: "Your Majesty is wise. I haven't exercised for a long time. However, it seems that the work of the underworld needs to be strengthened! When did the mortal world have so many lonely souls? Ghost, if some low-minded mortal sees it sometime, the higher-ups will investigate our crimes."

The two chatted easily, but the fact is that even Wei Yang himself was shocked by the scene in front of him after getting off the sedan chair.

Can you imagine, in the early hours of the morning, the mountains and plains are filled with white lanterns, and the scene of 'hanging ghosts' hanging under the white lanterns?

Damn it, Wei Yang and Jiang Ziwen are from hell. Seeing such a scene, I also feel like I'm going to get goosebumps.

"Fortunately, we are civilized people, and we wear suits when we go out." Jiang Ziwen smiled dryly, looking at a wild ghost in white hanging under a white lantern not far away, "Damn it! It hasn't been this fresh for a long time."

Wei Yang didn't know what to say at the moment, he suddenly admired those people who came to watch the excitement tonight.

Instinctively glanced in one direction, and heard some dense Buddha's and Dao's names in his ears.

"Hehe, it seems that I am not afraid."

Following Wei Yang's gaze, Jiang Ziwen also glanced in that direction, and said with a smile: "For the first time, I feel that I may have symptoms of intensive phobia at some point."

"Didn't a land master follow you just now?" Wei Yang said.

The land god, who was shrinking back, felt the cat.

"Your Majesty. Uh... the place under the jurisdiction of the little god is a bit far from here, haha. However, the little god heard that there is a mountain god in this land by chance."

"Mountain god? Can a mountain god be born in such a small place?" Jiang Ziwen's body rose up in the air, and then returned to its original position, "Hmph! If there is a mountain god here, I'm afraid it must be a lonely soul from somewhere Wild ghost, take over the mountain and become king yourself."

Wei Yang didn't speak, just looked around in silence and said: "Master Jiang, what you said is only half right. A mountain god should grow here. The body of the mountain god should be at the foot of the mountain in front of you." It's a pity..., hundreds of years ago, when the Earth Dragon Bureau was destroyed, a small dragon bureau here was not spared."

"That is to say, the mountain god died halfway?"

"kindness."

"...is he still here?"

"I think someone caught the mountain god's body..." Wei Yang flipped his left hand, a golden light flashed, and there was an extra book in his hand. "Open it for me, Mountain God page."

"Clatter——" Life and Death Bo Wufeng automatically flipped.

"How come, yes, it's life and death..." In a valley to the right of Wei Yang and Jiang Ziwen, several adults dressed as Taoist priests looked at this side dumbfounded.

"This..." Among these people, it is no surprise that Layman Zhang and Layman Wang appeared near Xiaowan Village the previous evening.

It's just that they probably didn't expect that the great god who was just planning to come to hell would be the big man in front of them who could hold the life and death book.

You know, although from ancient times to the present, there are many rumors in the world that the person holding the life and death book is the judge next to the king of Hades.

But a family like theirs has always known that Life and Death Book is an innate treasure in ancient times, an innate treasure that can only be possessed by a great god beyond nine days.

Therefore, one can understand from imagination how the innate treasure can only be in the hands of a judge.So, in fact, many inheritance families on the earth know that the person who really holds the book of life and death in hell is the highest god of hell, Emperor Yanhuang.

Emperor Yan!He is both the god of hell and the righteous god of heaven.

It is not good to calculate who is wrong, and the calculation is on the emperor Yan Huang.

Old man Zhang and old man Wang are two sensible people, and now they can't wait to find a hole to get in.

"Old Zhang..." Layman Wang looked at Layman Zhang at the side with some helplessness.

As for the two teenagers they brought, they had no idea what the current situation was like.

Lay Zhang Zhang was actually very flustered. If ghosts and gods are calculating, then they must be a blessing to a family like them in the future.It's the upright gods who can count, so it's hard to say.If one is not careful, the other party will strike a thunderbolt, and their family that has been passed down for hundreds of years will be wiped out.

"Just wait and see what happens..." Layman Zhang glanced at the four young monks who had been reciting scriptures with their eyes closed since they arrived.At this time, even if you know that you are afraid, so what can you do?Is it possible to withdraw now?Isn't that courting death?

Look at the little monsters who are following Yan Huang tonight, each of them has a Taoism of more than 300 years.Such little monsters may not be enough to be seen in the demon world, but for people like them, any one of them can kill them.

"...I really don't like this kind of scene. Tsk! Fortunately, it's the middle of the night, when people are sleeping. Otherwise, if a living person accidentally passes by here, he might die if he doesn't die." Jiang Ziwen clicked his tongue.My heart is a little heavy.You don't need to count the scenes in front of you one by one, but you can know that there are not thousands, but eight hundred wild ghosts on this mountain.It's not superficial.

In such a situation, the biggest responsibility is that they didn't do their hell work well, and it seemed that Wei Yang was looking at Wei Yang with a dignified face beside him, looking at life and death.

Jiang Ziwen prayed in his heart: there must be no ghosts under his jurisdiction in this land!

In Wei Yang's hand, the golden light flashed again, and the life and death book disappeared.Turning to look at Jiang Ziwen, he said, "Master Jiang, are you praying now, please don't let any ghosts belonging to your hall appear in this area?"

"Ugh! Hehe! Your Majesty is joking."

"Are you kidding me? But, you are very lucky, the 93 wild ghosts here today are none of your business."

"Ah! Really? Haha, cough cough! Sorry, sorry. I shouldn't gloat!"

"...However, it's still some time before autumn, right? It's really not good to see such an out-of-season fruiting scene."

"Your Majesty is wise, and I think so too." Jiang Ziwen said cooperatively.

"Since they all like to be fruits so much, let's treat them as fruits for the emperor. Although the number of more than 1000 fruits is a little small, it is better than nothing. If they are used as benefits and distributed, many people will accept the favor of the emperor. " Wei Yang sneered, and in the next second a golden air flow spread across the opposite mountain like stars flying all over the sky.

And in the gloomy mountain cemetery that was originally full of white lanterns and wild ghosts, there were a lot of small shiny balls in an instant, which really looked like some kind of fruit.

With Wei Yang's move, the 'fruit' disappeared without a trace in an instant, and with the disappearance of the fruit, the yin energy in the whole place disappeared in an instant.When I looked over there again, it was clear that the mountain was full of graves, but I couldn't feel any yin at all.

"Who is here?" Just as the Yin Qi in the cemetery disappeared, a rough man's voice rang out, "Quickly report your name to this god."

"Shout! There is a king of the mountain here!" Jiang Ziwen asked knowingly, and when he raised his hand, his body suddenly rose.In the next second, the whole person was suspended in the air, but it was like standing on a flat ground. "Since you asked others to sign up, you, a turtle with a shrunken head, shouldn't you show your head to me first?" As he spoke, he moved his feet, a stomping motion.Suddenly, within a hundred miles, the earth shook and the mountains shook.

People standing on the ground, monsters, and ghosts all fell to the ground in this violent earthquake.Only Wei Yang was standing upright.

With the shaking of the ground, the mountain full of graves in front of Wei Yang and the others cracked several holes.

A puff of black smoke that can be seen very clearly on a moonless night came out of the ground.

"No wonder you are so confident." Wei Yang said this, and his body suddenly rose to the height of Jiang Ziwen's eyes.

With a wave of his right hand, a black, smoky, wriggling thing suddenly floated out from the bottom of the cemetery that was only smoking black smoke.

"What is it?" A young voice called out from the mountain not far away.

"It stinks!" said another young man.

Immediately afterwards, a middle-aged and elderly voice reminded: "Cover your mouth and nose quickly, this smell is poisonous."

The people over there were shouting, the group of little demons who followed Wei Yang and the others tonight, they were not slow in their movements, they quickly held their breath.Standing in mid-air, Jiang Ziwen put on a face, knowing that this sinister aura is useless to him, and pretended to pinch his nose, shouting: "Oh, oh, it stinks, it stinks! It really stinks!"

"Hmph! What am I? It's just a piece of stinking Tai Sui. I don't even have the ability to change form, so I dare to be so rampant." Wei Yang's right hand made a ruthless slap on the ground.

A deafening bang suddenly sounded in everyone's ears.

"Boom-"

The whole mountain was shaking.

"Damn it!" Jiang Ziwen felt startled and almost suffocated, "Your Majesty, please be merciful, this shit is too stinky."

"Huh!" Wei Yang held his breath early, he couldn't smell it himself, of course, he didn't feel it as deeply as others, "It's been covered for hundreds of years, it doesn't smell bad."

Jiang Ziwen: Then you can't patronize playing by yourself.

As Wei Yang beat the thing on the ground repeatedly, the crowd of people and demons around him didn't feel that he was going to die.

But none of them dared to speak, and told the person above to stop, who was playing vigorously.

"I, I am Fengliuhe, Dongshan Taisui, you, you... one, one, hell, brat..."

TMD has never seen such short-sighted.Jiang Ziwen thought that at this time, he could still show off.

"Your Majesty, I don't think this thing will die if you drop it." If you fall any further, it will also pollute the air.

"You can't die if you fall, unless you let him die directly." Wei Yang knew a long time ago that this thing has become a demon. Although it has its own coercion and no attack ability, it is impossible to simply fall to death.

"Then you..." Just as Jiang Ziwen was about to ask something, he heard the sound of suona and drums and gongs coming from far and near.

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