"Huh"
Among the raging black clouds, there was a sudden scream, and then it stopped.
The black mountains in Lingyun suddenly fell to the ground, and the ground shook like an earthquake. Large amounts of dust flew up, making the underworld with low visibility become filthy.
"It turns out to be two gods. Why are you grinding here? Why are there so many low-level mortals around? Is it for eating?"
Bang bang bang...
At this moment, there was a sound of whipping.
In the empty world, countless pairs of eyes stared closely, and this was the underworld.
Black and White Wuchang lowered his head in shame and anger, pretending not to hear.
"Two gods, how could this happen? Could it be that Lord Yama is punishing you?"
Among the black clouds, the voice of questioning came again.
Bai Wuchang was not good at words and remained silent. Hei Wuchang couldn't bear it anymore and raised his head and yelled angrily: "It's your turn as a dog to take care of what I, the Lord, do. If you don't report to Lord Yama, someone wants to attack the underworld, oh wow... …”
The black clouds stirred for a while, and then a dazzling beam of light swayed down and passed over everyone.
"There is no one who is better than the Transformation God. Attacking the underworld?"
Hei Wuchang was angry, and regardless of the whipping, he raised his head and cursed again.
"Heishan, you stupid pig, they can catch me and they can catch you, so why don't you run away!"
"Run, ah, what is it, oh oh oh oh... what magic weapon is this? So powerful, no, this is not a magic weapon, this is an immortal weapon. The world has changed greatly, and the three realms have withered. How can there be immortal weapons in the world? Ah! !”
A man in black robes, shrouded in black aura, was beaten with a thick, black whip and fell down in embarrassment.
"The main body, the main body...ah"
The old Black Mountain demon who fell down shouted.
Tall black mountains, carrying an oppressive aura, collided across the sky, setting off a large-scale yellow sandstorm, causing chaos in this small world.
Guituoma, for the first time, automatically defended itself. With surging power, it quickly rose into the air and emitted a light curtain, wrapping Chu Feng and thousands of disciples.
Then he released a black whip about a thousand feet long, hitting the black mountain at the waist.
A whip broke the mountain on the spot, followed by an explosion that shook the world, and black sand and dust filled the sky.
"Ah, true body, this king will perish with you!"
The old demon of Montenegro, like a cannonball, launched a desperate attack towards the light screen!
The light curtain surged, releasing terrifying power and wiping out the old Black Mountain demon on the spot, leaving a handful of black gravel on the ground.
"The old monster from Montenegro is dead"
"The legendary demon king who ruled the underworld"
…
The disciples of the Changsheng Dao Sect made various sounds of surprise.
There was no way, the old demon from Black Mountain had such a great reputation among the people that he managed to make a name for himself in the underworld as a demon king.
But today, when I met him in person, it seemed that was not the case. For example, Hei Wuchang didn't even take the old demon from Black Mountain seriously.
Thump…thump…
A strange sound came, and the yellow sand-filled ground trembled faintly, and floating soil kept rising.
The disciples cast their gazes into the distance.
The end of the sky, the corner of the earth. The sound of the earth shaking gradually became louder, and finally turned into a cry of killing that resounded through the underworld and the sky.
"kill"
"Those who trespass into the underworld will die!"
Then a black wave spread over. Tens of thousands of Yin soldiers came to kill, and the overwhelming killing intent penetrated the world.
The sand is dancing, the wind is howling, and the murderous intention is roaring!
Chu Feng didn't expect to attract so many underworld soldiers. Without saying a word, he took out a group attack weapon and played the guqin. Flying more than 30,000 feet, stepping on the nebula of the underworld, gently stroking the strings of the piano.
"Zheng!"
A streak of orchid starry sea quicksand fell down, like a veil taken off by a fairy, spreading on the ground.
The ground was like an ebbing tide on the seashore, with high and low yellow sand undulating, and thousands of Yin soldiers were carried away into the distance.
"Zheng!"
A miniature aura lion flew out from Chu Feng's fingertips, gradually expanded during flight, and finally turned into a five thousand-foot-tall lion. The moment it landed, it let out a deafening roar.
It stirred up a violent tornado and blew the remaining Yin soldiers flying to no one knows where.
boom!
A beam of light with a diameter of ten feet fell down, carrying boundless purple energy, and Chu Feng's figure appeared in it holding the Yaoliang Guqin.
"Taoist Master Wansheng"
"Taoist Master Wansheng"
…
Thousands of sect disciples raised their fists, shouted excitedly, and pushed thousands of enemies with one sound, a feat that was unheard of.
"Break the underworld and kill the Yama Palace"
"Break the underworld and kill the Yama Palace"
…
Immediately afterwards, thousands of disciples from different sects shouted even louder.
Chu Feng, who didn't know the details of the underworld, did not move forward rashly. The underworld was vast and boundless, and had gone through endless years. During this period, he did not know how many ghosts and monsters were hidden. For safety reasons, he stopped at a distance and waited for them to come up, as a good deed.
Anyway, there is an innate spiritual treasure - the ghost is in hand, and you are not afraid of any ghost!
Clinker, this wait lasted for three days and three nights, no one, no, no ghost came.
Chu Feng had to ask the natives of the underworld, Hei Wuchang.
"Impermanence, will there be changes in the underworld?"
Hei Wuchang snorted and buried his head in grinding, ignoring Chu Feng at all.
Bai Wuchang, who was grinding with Hei Wuchang, changed his expression.
Seeing a breakthrough, Chu Feng asked Bai Wuchang,
"Bai Wuchang, tell Pindao, you know, maybe Pindao can solve the mystery in your heart?"
When Bai Wuchang heard this, he stopped what he was doing, but this time he was not whipped.
"Must be safe"
Hei Wuchang glared at Bai Wuchang fiercely.
"Is there anything we can't say? We haven't seen Yan Jun for five hundred years. Even that time five hundred years ago, we only heard voices."
Bai Wuchang told a sensational news.
The only remaining great supernatural power in the three realms - Yan Jun, has not appeared for a thousand years!
At some point, the Taoist disciples who had gathered around started buzzing.
"Could it be that the underworld was not immune to the great changes in the Three Realms a thousand years ago?"
"No wonder the demon king from the human world is sent to the underworld to take charge of the City of Wasted Death. The underworld is no longer the underworld!"
"Hell is empty"
…
"Everyone shut up, the underworld is not free, Lord Yama, Po Meng, and Judge Cui are all in retreat in Yama Hall."
Hei Wuchang screamed hysterically like a cat whose tail was stepped on.
"No help"
Bai Wuchang looked like he had done something wrong, and reached out to pull Hei Wuchang away.
Snapped!
Hei Wuchang slapped Bai Wuchang on the face and ran out with all his strength.
Since he was not far from the light curtain, Hei Wuchang rushed out in a few breaths.
The ghost's whip did not stop him.
The moment Hei Wuchang escaped, his cultivation level recovered and his body shone like a sun.
"I do not believe!"
Leaving behind a word, Hei Wuchang turned into a black light and disappeared into the sky.
Chu Feng, who watched Hei Wuchang leave, frowned slightly. At that moment, he felt that his cultivation level was like a drop of water and a big river compared with Hei Wuchang.
