Burning fire

After returning to Netherworld, Zhang Jueming finally understood the reason. ——The Jiuyou Gate somehow opened a crack, and his mother...

A stone wall is blocked at the crack of the Nine Pylore Gate, and Qiao Jun's figure is engraved on the stone wall.

Zhang Jueming knelt in front of the stone wall and cried a lot. Then, in the dark corner, only a door away from thousands of evil spirits, a seal, Zhang Jueming and Chibao sat together, slowly facing each other. Looking at the stone wall, he spoke.

Because of the blood of the mountain ghost, Zhang Jueming recovered quickly, and within a short time, he was able to speak some short sentences smoothly.

In the previous World War I, Hell was almost overturned, and the spirit land of Netherworld was covered with scorched earth.The underworld is very busy, and King Yan Luo wants to take care of himself.

Many ghost soldiers were slaughtered. King Yan Luo was busy recruiting soldiers and horses, and even went to the eighteenth floor of hell to dig up the evil ghosts who were serving their sentences. After the punishment, he gave up on himself and threatened to blow up the Hall of Yama, so angry that King Yama waved his sleeves and wiped him out.

Even though he was very busy, Yan Luo Wang still took time out to visit Zhang Jueming in front of Jiuyou Gate every day.

This time Nether was able to escape, it was all thanks to Qiao Jun's deep understanding of righteousness and her own sacrifice, which blocked the cracks in the Nine Nether Gates and prevented the evil spirits from escaping.Besides, before Qiao Jun left, she told Yan Luo Wang to take care of Zhang Jueming.

In terms of emotion and reason, King Yan Luo would not let Zhang Jueming go.

It's just that Zhang Jueming is a little tricky for him.In the past, Zhang Jueming was an autistic little mute. He had never spoken to Zhang Jueming. Now that Zhang Jueming was willing to speak, he didn't know what to say to Zhang Jueming.

And...Although the punishment and the red leopard were left to Zhang Jueming, whether he should succeed the mountain ghost is another matter.But if Zhang Jueming did not accept the position of gatekeeper, who should he find to guard the Nine Pylore Gates?

About a hundred years ago, the Nine Nether Gate was erected in the Great Barren Mountain, and the body returned to Chaos. He left a message saying that the gatekeeper of the Nine Nether Gate was held by the Shangui lineage.

With the words of the first sage mentioned in front, the Jiuyoumen is not at ease who will guard Yama.

"Zhang Jueming." Yama thought, walking up to Zhang Jueming.

Zhang Jueming raised his head, he looked at King Yama silently for a while, then got up and bowed to salute: "My lord."

He had seen Qiao Jun salute King Yama, that's how it was.

King Yan Luo was taken aback.

"Your Excellency, take me back..." Zhang Jueming paused before he could say the next sentence smoothly, "You want me to guard the gate."

"......you......"

Zhang Jueming is very smart.King Yama couldn't bear it.After all, the boy in front of him was only 14 years old, and he was still a child.

But since he came to Netherworld at the age of seven, he was already destined to stay under these eighteen levels of hell forever.

Yan Luowang sighed: "Your mother is a ghost of the Great Barren Mountain, and Jiuyoumen is established by the Holy House of the Great Barren Mountain, and the Mountain Saint once..."

"My lord, my lord!" A ghost messenger rushed over suddenly and interrupted King Yama's words.

Yan Luowang frowned, swished his sleeves and cursed: "You bastard! What are you doing in such a panic? Didn't you see that I was talking to Mr. Mountain Ghost?"

Zhang Jueming's eyes moved—he was still not used to the title "Master Mountain Ghost".

"My lord, my lord Shangui." The ghost messenger hastily bowed to Yama and Zhang Jueming.

He is a ghost whose scalp has been scalped, this one bends down and lowers his head, half of his skull is exposed, and he is scary.

"My lord!" The ghost messenger hurriedly rolled his tongue, "There is a vision!"

"What?" King Yan Luo's face turned serious, and he immediately followed the ghost messenger.

Above the Great Hall of Yama, King Yama saw a golden-purple star appearing in the sky!

"Purple Star!" King Yan Luo was shocked.

On the day when the Nine Nether Gates were established, the holy body of Dahuang Mountain returned to Chaos, and the five holy objects were sealed and scattered all over the world. On that day, a purple star fell from the sky above the Netherworld.Now the Purple Star reappears...

Yan Luowang was shocked suddenly, turned around and walked back, and quickly ran back to Jiuyoumen: "The purple star appears, it is a sacred object! The sacred object that has disappeared for nearly 100 years has appeared!"

"Holy object?" The ghost messenger hiccupped in fright, and did not dare to follow Yama.

King Yan Luo found Zhang Jueming in front of the Jiuyou Gate, he couldn't care less, he grabbed Zhang Jueming's arm and said, "Follow me! The sacred object came out of the wilderness, you are a ghost of the wilderness mountain, maybe you can sense it, You can even find the entrance to the Great Wilderness!"

King Yan Luo: "It's not too late, holy things can't be left in the world, it will harm people!"

Zhang Jueming's heart skipped a beat, and Zhou Qizun's face suddenly flashed in his mind.

He gritted his teeth and followed King Yama.

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According to the azimuth of the purple star, it is located in Changchun in the world.

It was a northern city, and the air was very dry, which made Zhang Jueming's mouth and nose sore.

When Zhang Jueming opened his eyes, he realized that King Yan Luo had brought him into a family.The lamp on the roof has been broken, the surrounding is very dark, and the air is filled with the overwhelming smell of blood.

Zhang Jueming suddenly felt cold all over.He shook his body and subconsciously hid behind King Yama.

"You can feel it too, there are evil things in this room." King Yama said, he had already grasped a golden-painted sword in his hand at some point.

"Follow me," Yama said.He deflected his sword, and the tip of the blade flashed a golden light.

Zhang Jueming took his breath lightly, took two steps forward, and suddenly felt something beside his feet... He lowered his head, and saw a dead body of a man in front of him!

It was a middle-aged man, this man was already dead, five hollow holes had been dug out in his chest, and black evil spirits protruded from the hole one by one.With such a heavy sha, the soul must be gone.

Zhang Jueming covered his mouth, trying to calm down the fear in his body.

"That woman is still alive." King Yama said suddenly.

Zhang Jueming widened his eyes and looked forward. He searched in the darkness——a limp woman was leaning against the diagonal wall.

By age, or by the wife of a dead man.She fell into a deep coma, the back of her head was smashed, and a long thick bloodstain was rubbed against the white wall behind her.

Zhang Jueming hesitated, but still walked towards the woman.He staggered, almost staggering past.

"Be careful, there are still things in this room." King Yan Luo warned again.

Zhang Jueming moved closer to the woman, swallowed his saliva, and pinched the woman's pulse with his hands.

His fingers emitted two virtual lights, pouring aura into the woman's blood.Gradually, the weak pulse of the woman became stronger. Zhang Jueming stared at her face, and saw her eyebrows moved, and the eyes under the eyelids also slightly rolled.

"The evil spirit has entered her body, I hope she can still wake up." Yan Luowang said.

Zhang Jueming let go of the woman's hand, he was dizzy and nauseated by the smell of blood in the room, and had to squeeze his lower abdomen tightly.

"Be careful!——" Suddenly, King Yan Luo yelled violently!

Zhang Jueming raised his head abruptly, seeing King Yan Luo swinging his long sword, he rushed towards him!

The golden light exploded in the darkness, Zhang Jueming heard a crisp "bang" sound, and King Yan Luo was already standing in front of him, holding a golden sword against a pitch-black five fierce claws!

"Evil obstacle! It finally appeared!" King Yama said coldly.

Heisha lingered around the murderous claw, and a young man's voice came over: "King Yama, the ghosts are changing, and the Nine Nether Gates are unguarded. You still have the time to bring a child to look for holy objects, to find the wilderness."

King Yan Luo was shocked: "How do you know? Who are you! How did the Nine Pylore Gates split open!"

The man followed with a sneer and didn't respond, he just said, "I'll take the unicorn blood."

"Kirin blood?" King Yan Luo became nervous, "The sacred object is in your hands!"

As soon as the words fell, the evil claw opened his palm, and saw a drop-shaped blood-red spar embedded in the palm.

"Don't even think about it!" King Yan Luo said angrily, swiping his long sword and was about to charge forward again, but the fierce claw suddenly changed direction, staggered the sword edge, and grabbed Zhang Jueming behind him!

"Get out of the way!" King Yama yelled.

Zhang Jueming almost burst his eyes, seeing the black claws rushing toward him, he was terrified, he couldn't hear what King Yama roared.

"Why me?" In a split second, he was able to get this idea.

—Why did he suffer these crimes?Why?

His eyes were sore, and tears were about to burst from their sockets.

"Ah!—" Zhang Jueming shouted with all his strength.

A flash of flames burst out in front of him, and the punishment appeared in mid-air. The iron chains of the scorching flames formed a star-shaped net, and spread it in front of Zhang Jueming, blocking the attack of the evil claw!

"Take up the punishment!" Yan Luowang was pleasantly surprised. He didn't expect that after Qiao Jun, the punishment would take the initiative to recognize Zhang Jueming as the master. "You are a mountain ghost, and the punishment will obey your orders!"

Zhang Jueming was stiff all over, and he moved his eyes with difficulty.

The net array of punishment can't last long, and the two fingers of the fierce claw have penetrated through it!

If this claw scratches his upper body... Zhang Jueming is afraid of death.

He was scared to death.Otherwise, why would he be so attached to that warm embrace, why would he think of Zhou Qizun like this.That person, the hope that gave him life——

"If a person is alive, maybe one day there will be great things."

"I rescued you not because I wanted you to cry at me."

"If you can still make a sound, just give me a shout, I want to hear it."

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Zhou Qizun's deep and slightly hoarse words were stacked on top of each other, like a heavy hammer, hitting Zhang Jueming's nerves hard in a second. Every sound and every laugh of Zhou Qizun was whipping Zhang Jueming—— survive.

"Go away..." Zhang Jueming learned to struggle to the death, "Go away!——"

His eyes seemed to be burning with fire.In response to his shout, the fire of punitive punishment suddenly raged, and the flames rose up, and the bright tongues of flame rolled up to the roof, dyeing everything red.

The murderous claw was rushed by the flames, rolled in the heat wave, and rushed into the night through the broken window!

"Stop!" King Yan Luo immediately rushed to catch up.Where the holy object is, don't let it escape!

Before he had time to explain anything to Zhang Jueming, Yan Luo Wang jumped out of the window and only shouted: "The fire is so big, it will definitely attract people, don't involve innocent people in it!"

Zhang Jueming huddled stiffly in the corner of the wall, he turned his head and saw a woman with blood on her head and face.

With trembling hands, he drew a line on the woman's side with his fingertips, and a bright light suddenly rose from the ground, and quickly spread out, surrounding the unconscious woman.

With the protection of the enchantment, she will not be hurt by the fire.

Zhang Jueming used his hands and feet again, crawled to the side of the male corpse, and also set up a barrier to protect his body.

The burning fire burns away, and all evil returns to the scorched earth.

The punishment fell from the air and landed in Zhang Jueming's hand, and the flames flickered on the black iron chain, and they flickered.

Zhang Jueming slowly stretched out his hand, and immediately withdrew his hand as soon as he touched it.The fire would not scald him, on the contrary, the pitch-black iron chain was icy, cold to the apex of his heart and lungs.

Zhang Jueming rolled up his body amidst the charred ruins, he embraced his knees and buried his head in his arms.