The Netherworld is not strong enough, but the imperial dragon energy in today's world is extremely strong, especially that Zhao Chuhan, who restored Daxia and drove out the Huns.

The ancient sword that he used to kill the dragon when he first started out possessed extremely strong imperial dragon energy. It was difficult to mobilize under normal circumstances, but at a moment like this, it was not that difficult to mobilize.

In the netherworld that only Zhang Mingtu's heavenly eyes can see, the turbid air of the netherworld that is divided into parts rises and merges into the ground, making the related buildings more real and perfect, while the corresponding turbid air continues to descend.

Constructing layer upon layer of hell as imagined by Zhang Mingtu.

In addition to the corresponding eighteen levels of hell, there are also the corresponding ten Yama Kings who emerge, who are specifically responsible for trying various affairs in the area, investigating unjust, false and wrong cases, trying evil people, and treating good people well.

After this construction, the entire dark and turbid fog suddenly dissipated, revealing a magnificent and vast scene.

The underworld is similar in shape to the human world, the eighteen levels of hell are very different from the human world, and the corresponding residences of the ten kings of hell.

However, the corresponding Buddhist locations, the temple where Ksitigarbha Bodhisattva is located, and the Taoist temple where Taiyi Jiuguo Tianzun is located, are not reflected in this area.

Zhang Mingtu did not intend to build such a transcendent and otherworldly religious place.

Once someone has relevant privileges in the underworld, the corresponding rules in the future will definitely collapse and become chaotic, and there is absolutely no way they can continue for long.

After doing all this, Zhang Mingtu carefully sensed the outside world. It was already late at night and the moon was like water.

The entire underworld has been roughly constructed. Although it is empty and most of the buildings and corresponding situations are phantoms, at least there is a general picture.

"When the Netherworld first appeared, it was suppressed by the heaven and earth of Daxia, so it could only form a hazy mist that floated in the void between heaven and earth.

It will only unconsciously gather related evil spirits and make them become residents of the Netherworld, and finally make the population of the Netherworld increase and increase, covering the entire Daxia with the corresponding Netherworld rules.

But this does not mean that the corresponding Netherworld Mist cannot be changed. On the contrary, this period is the best time to change it. The creator of Belief can directly use the goodwill of the two worlds towards himself to modify the rules of Belief.

At that time, no one could stop them, and they could allow the corresponding rules to operate according to their own innate nature. If they could create perfect rules that were deeply rooted in people's hearts, then even if more energy was introduced from the Netherworld later and the corresponding investment was greater, there would be no way to change their foundation."

This was not only achieved by Zhang Mingtu, but also the result of Daxia's continuous attempts and practice from the beginning of its founding to the end. It also included some of the thoughts of the first emperor of the Land of the Rising Sun.

The overall look is simple, condensing the hard work of many generations, and of course the efforts of Zhang Mingtu's future brother are indispensable.

After all, although there are corresponding legends about the underworld in this world, the corresponding legends are not complete and are far from being as complete as the underworld that Zhang Mingtu talked about in his previous life.

"Only after the Netherworld rules are truly established and circulated can we truly digest the rules related to the Hungry Ghost Realm. We can't be too happy now."

The entire world has taken shape, but Zhang Mingtu still looks a little serious.

After creating a perfect set of rules, it does not mean that you can refine and swallow the energy brought by the entire hungry ghost realm with just this one rule. Someone needs to abide by and maintain it to make this set of rules truly work.

If it's just a matter of setting the rules, anyone with a creative mind can do it.

But if the order collapses over a long period of time and the relevant rules can no longer be maintained, then there will be fewer and fewer living people in the world, and more and more dead evil spirits will occupy the main body.

Under normal circumstances, no matter how good the rules and standards are, they will collapse over time.

The ghosts that enter the hungry ghost realm can become immortal, and the powerful ones can further practice and become the king of ghosts step by step.

This point alone is enough to attract people from countless worlds, especially those in the lower worlds, so why would they think about creating more perfect rules to fight against the hungry ghost realm?

"Don't think too much. Thinking too much is meaningless. It would be better to actually take action."

Holding the Qingshuang Sword in his hand, the golden imperial dragon energy roamed throughout his body.

The primordial spirit illuminated the entire underworld. In an instant, Zhang Mingtu followed the power of many beliefs and swept his thoughts to all places according to his predetermined method.

In the northern land of Lu, a tall and strong man in armor was silently regulating his breathing and meditating. At this moment, his body trembled slightly, and his eyes, which were originally half-closed, suddenly drooped.

On the other side, in Fuzhou on the southeast coast, candlelight flickered in front of the window, and a tall and strong middle-aged man was writing continuously on the paper above the desk.

At his side was a giant sword that was thicker than an ordinary man's waist. While he was writing furiously, the middle-aged man suddenly paused and closed his eyes without warning.

On the western road of Jiangnan, at Donglin Temple, Xiang Yu, who was meditating on the cushion, suddenly lowered his head a little, and only the slight sound of his breathing could be heard.

In the large bunk bed of the Six Gates, Yang You had already fallen into a deep sleep. As his body trembled, his sleep became even deeper.

In the private courtyard of the Jinyiwei Club, Xue Cheng stood with his sword in hand and his eyes closed.

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