King Qin Guang, King Chu Jiang and other ten Yamas opened their eyes wide and froze on the spot.
"What did he just say? Not going?"
"How dare you disobey the sage's edict?"
"Hiss!" All the kings of hell and Yin Shuai took a breath of cold air again.
Inside the house, Emperor Fengdu was filled with ghostly aura.
The ten Yamas were all frightened. They glanced at Fengdu, then at Shen Gongbao, and then repeated the cycle.
Fengdu slowly took a step forward and said, "Although the empress cannot leave the netherworld, the witch clan still has great witches such as Xingtian, Xiangliu, and Jiufeng still living in the world."
"Although the three of them are called great witches, their strength is comparable to that of the ancestral witches back then."
Shen Gongbao narrowed his eyes slightly, "Good guy, you still dare to threaten Pindao?"
"Do you really think Pindao is scared?"
After listening to what Fengdu said, Houtu really wanted to go to the witch clan and invited the poor man into the underworld for the sake of the witch clan.
Shen Gongbao slowly stood up.
The Ten Great Yamas and the Top Ten Yin Shuais felt their hearts tense and took a step back, with fear hidden in their eyes.
"Let's go. Since the saint invited me, how dare I refuse? Let's go to the underworld." Shen Gongbao said calmly without changing his expression.
This is by no means a coward, but from the heart.
It is not a shame to be born in a humble family. Only when you are able to bend and stretch can you become a husband.
Moreover, the calamity has begun, and everything is as Shen Gongbao expected. Those who entered the scene before were just the Dongyi Alliance, not the real Wu Clan.
Xingtian, Xiangliu, and Jiufeng are all great witches of the witch clan. They showed terrifying strength in the lich battle back then, and now they are probably even more powerful than the ancestral witches.
Unless the fish is dead and the net is broken, Shen Gongbao does not want to face three quasi-sage perfection monks, and it is really unwise to push the Wu clan to the opposite side!
"Fellow Taoist, please." Fengdu waved his hand casually, ghost energy surged and tore the void.
"Fellow Taoist, please come first."
"Okay." Fengdu walked forward.
"Dare you threaten Pindao?"
"Fellow Taoist, please stay."
"Ding dong, the destiny star has been activated."
"At the right time of calamity, I got a tenfold bonus. Congratulations to the host for getting the reward: Yin Yang Pearl"
Yin-Yang Pearl: It is the legacy of the Yin-Yang Demon God. Its origin has been damaged and its grade has fallen. It is only an innate treasure, surrounded by the two energies of Yin and Yang, and is mysterious and unparalleled.
Fengdu turned around with doubt on his face, "Fellow Taoist?"
"It's nothing, I'd better leave first."
Shen Gongbao crossed Fengdu and stepped into the netherworld.
The ghostly atmosphere in the small courtyard dissipated.
Longxuhu woke up from practice and felt ghostly energy filling the air. He said in a daze: "It's not good, my soul has returned to the underworld."
…
Walking through Huangquan Road, there are beautiful flowers blooming on both sides.
Arriving at Guimen Pass, we walked through the Judge’s Palace, the Palace of Hell, Wangchuan River and Naihe Bridge.
The further you go, the deeper you go into the underworld.
Pass by Fengdu Hall.
Shen Gongbao saw the Six Paths of Reincarnation from a distance.
A layer of blue light screen exudes a mysterious atmosphere.
This breath does not belong to the influence of heaven.
There are three realms of heaven, earth and man, each performing its own duties.
Turning around, there was endless deathly aura of dusk and ghostly aura.
As far as the eye can see, it is boundless.
In the netherworld, there are judges, ghosts, and ghosts, which can be said to be at least a little alive. However, deep in the dusk, one can feel the boundless desolation, loneliness and desolation.
The space trembled, and Shen Gongbao walked to the front of Pingxin Hall.
The gate of Pingxin Palace is not closed.
Fengdu stood in front of Pingxin Hall and said respectfully: "Fengdu has asked fellow Taoist Gongbao to invite you to the Netherworld."
After Fengdu said this, he turned around and wanted to leave.
"Fellow Taoist, why don't we go in together?" Shen Gongbao said casually.
Fengdu shook his head, "Fellow Taoist, please."
Fengdu has been in the underworld for billions of years, but he has never entered the gate of Pingxin Palace.
Shen Gongbao turned around and walked into Pingxin Hall.
The layout of the main hall is simple and slightly empty.
Only the eleven sculptures on the wooden steps in front attracted Shen Gongbao's attention.
The sculpture seems to be made of clay, with clear body and face.
"Eleven Ancestral Witches!"
"Pingxin Palace is supporting the eleven ancestral witches?"
"It should be some kind of comfort, right?" Shen Gongbao nodded with understanding. Deep in this world, there is desolation and loneliness. If there is no comfort, I'm afraid I won't be able to stay.
Shen Gongbao bowed his head and performed a Xuanmen ceremony.
The ancestral witches were so magnificent and overlords during their lifetimes, but their bodies were no match for the gods and they eventually turned into ashes, which is sad.
Shen Gongbao's gift showed respect for his seniors, and at the same time reminded himself, "Given the dangers of calamity, if you are not careful, even a poor person will follow in their footsteps."
"Tongzi, I don't feel safe anymore. Come out quickly and give me another reward to stabilize your Taoist mind."
"..."
Shen Gongbao turned around and suddenly took half a step back, "Hey, you walk silently?"
Hou Tu was wearing a golden-red dress and a black hairpin on her head. Her hair was like a galaxy of stars, and her eyes were as beautiful and peaceful as a lake in the afternoon.
Her appearance is peerless and her luxurious temperament is unparalleled.
Jing stood behind Shen Gongbao.
Then he saw Hou Tu returning a half salute to Shen Gongbao, "I would like to express my sincere gratitude to all the ancestors and fellow witches."
The eleven ancestral witches have died, and their true spirits have returned to heaven and earth. Unable to repay the gift, they will be replaced by their successors.
Shen Gongbao turned sideways and did not accept the gift, "I'm just kidding, Ping Xin is an authentic supreme being. Accepting his gift is a huge cause and effect, so I can't afford it."
"I've met Empress Houtu." Shen Gongbao saluted again.
This is the most basic etiquette when facing a saint, otherwise the excuse for killing him is: "If you don't respect the saint, you will be punished!"
The moment he heard the word Hou Tu, Hou Tu was stunned on the spot, "It's been billions of years... I've never heard this name again..."
"There are no more witches in Houtu, only peace of mind remains."
The corners of Shen Gongbao's mouth curved slightly, and then he held back his heart and said, "Fart!"
If Houtu really ceased to be a witch, would there be sculptures of the eleven ancestral witches in Pingxin Hall?
If Houtu is really no longer a witch, will he bow to the eleven ancestral witches because of his poverty, and then return the favor to the ancestral witches with dignity and dignity?
If Hou Tu is really no longer a witch, why is Pindao here?
To sum up, shit!
Shen Gongbao completely understood Hou Tu's little thoughts, and his face seemed to show infinite vicissitudes of life and sadness, "There is a saying that is widely spread among the human race."
"Human beings' joys and sorrows are connected to a certain extent."
"Since I stepped into this netherworld, I have felt a sense of desolation and loneliness. I have experienced eternal sadness and loneliness..."
Shen Gongbao stared at Hou Tu's peerless appearance, and nodded with a mixture of sadness and joy: "Only when I saw the empress did I suddenly realize that it was not this world that was desolate, lonely, and desolate, but that the empress' Taoist heart was like this, which made it stand out. Out of this environment.”
"All the races in the prehistoric times and even the ancestral witches said that there will be no more witches in the future. If it is true that there will be no more witches, why is the queen's state of mind like this? Why should she bear the eternal sorrow alone?"
"In the netherworld, there are many Yin gods who work for the witch clan. They maintain the operation of the underworld, gain merit and luck, and reduce the karma of the witch clan. Isn't this a glimmer of hope for the witch clan?"
"In Pindao's opinion, the land should live up to the witch."
After Shen Gongbao finished speaking, his little heart was pounding, and he looked at Hou Tu secretly, "Pindao has said so much, he should have deceived her, right?"
In fact, Shen Gongbao was also a little embarrassed, just like a shy boy in his twenties who said to a young lady in his previous life, "You must be very lonely, right?"
To deal with the empty and lonely Yu Jie, no material measures are of any use. You have to compare your feelings with your own and pour them with spiritual chicken soup.
If one bowl doesn't work, it doesn't matter, Baobao still has ten bowls.
Hou Tu stood there blankly, his eyes a little dull, and his Taoist heart, which had not made waves for hundreds of millions of years, was now causing ripples.
Ever since the Eleventh Ancestral Witch said, "There will be no more witches in the future," her heart has been dead.
Even to this day, the prehistoric tribes are still saying, "If Hou Tu hadn't betrayed the Wu Clan, the Wu Clan's Twelve Capitals' Heavenly God Sha Formation might not have been a match for the Monster Clan's Zhou Tianxing Dou Formation."
"If it weren't for Hou Tu, I'm afraid the Wu clan would have won."
Only Shen Gongbao knew that even if the reincarnation had not yet occurred, the witch clan would not be able to win the lich calamity, and all twelve ancestral witches would perish.
The decline of the lich is unstoppable. His magical powers are no match for Heaven, and his body is no match for Heaven. What can be done?
Hou Tu's dim beautiful eyes were faintly shining, overflowing with brilliance, and he murmured to himself, "Sorrow and joy can be connected...Does Hou Tu live up to the witch?"
"Thousands of spiritual treasures are easy to obtain, but a close friend is hard to find..."
(Zhunti cried, "Fart!")
