Even if you haven't experienced it.
The Lord of the Ghost City could also imagine what the small town in the underworld had experienced at that time.
This was a terrifying creature that directly pierced through Lord Yama's underworld formation with one stick, splitting the entire city in half.
"I was wondering why this place felt familiar. It turns out it was the work of King Yama."
Qin Ye muttered, stroking his chin and asked.
"In the underworld today, among the Hades, the Hades King, or powerful ghosts, do any of them use sticks?"
"Yes, yes."
The Ghost City Lord recalled the past.
"But as far as I know, even if the Underworld King who wields the club is infected, his strength shouldn't be strong enough to destroy the formation in a short period of time."
"Because I was there when the formation was set up, and Lord Yama himself said that unless a great immortal-level being took action, there would be no way to destroy the formation."
After the Ghost City Lord finished speaking, he saw Qin Ye pondering and couldn't help but put forward his own inference.
"It shouldn't be caused by the infected Yin God."
Qin Ye said nothing, just looked at it quietly for a few seconds.
immediately.
Qin Ye didn't delay too much. After his curiosity subsided, he left.
"Let's go. It's important to hurry and leave for Ghost Wheel City first. But are you sure you want to take me with you? The area around Ghost Wheel City ahead is very full of the aura of infected creatures. I'm afraid there are quite a few infected creatures."
The Ghost City Lord smiled and shook his head, interrupting.
"It's okay. Don't worry. I know there's a Netherworld Passage in Guilun City that leads directly to the Guilun Palace. I think it can save you a lot of trouble."
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Ghost Wheel City.
Ghost territory, Ghost Wheel City.
The city is large enough to accommodate tens of millions of people, like a dormant ancient beast, occupying this area.
at this time.
In the Guilun Palace, on the throne in the hall, there was a figure sitting.
It held a black stick with two golden hoops at both ends and a middle one, and sat leaning against the throne of the underworld, with its hand supporting the side of its cheek. Although its eyes were pitch black, they flashed black light in this palace surrounded by ghost lights, as if it could see through everything in the world.
"How long are you going to keep on making trouble?"
The figure spoke at this time, and his pupils moved, falling on another figure in the hall.
In sight.
Although the other figure was behind the thick pillars of the hall, the figure on the throne could still see the scene behind through his eyes.
Then I saw another figure lying on a fairy from heaven who was floating and infected.
He is working hard.
Immediately following.
As the figure was interrupted by the sound, the other figure stood up and looked at the figure on the throne with a little dissatisfaction.
"Can't you see I'm busy?"
Maybe my interest was disturbed.
The other figure stopped moving and moved his body, not afraid of the gaze of the figure on the throne. His eyes, which were also pitch black, stared directly at the other party.
Through its pupils.
You can see it.
The figure on the throne is not human, with a hairy face and a thunder-like mouth. He wears a phoenix-wing purple-gold crown dyed black, wears black armor that reaches the sky, and wears shiny black lotus silk shoes, just like a king in the darkness.
At this time.
The figure on the throne met his gaze.
"I got you the ghost from the underworld you wanted. I also got you the angel you wanted. I also got you the fairy from heaven you wanted. I've got you everything I can think of to satisfy you."
It paused, gripped the stick slightly, and slowly moved it.
"You should be fulfilling your responsibilities and creating what we want, instead of tinkering with chains that will restrain us, or continuing to waste time here."
The other figure listened and smiled.
It keenly sensed the dissatisfaction of the figure on the throne.
Although the other figure was very weak, just an ordinary evil spirit, it was not afraid of the dissatisfaction of the throne figure.
"When I was little, my sister and I often listened to our elders tell stories about Journey to the West. They all said that the Monkey King, Sun Wukong, had a hot temper and could not stand his temper."
That’s all I have to say.
Another figure laughed.
"Now it seems that you, a small-eared macaque, not only look like the Monkey King, but also have a temper as hot-tempered as Sun Wukong. Is it really true that you and Sun Wukong are so indistinguishable in every way?"
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