Mingzun, the master of the Sun and Moon Pavilion, felt incredible.

It was precisely because he knew what these ghosts surrounding them were that it was even more difficult for him to understand.

Because according to the records of ancient books studied by the Sun and Moon Pavilion.

Even in the ancient underworld, the Ten Kings of Hell had only about 300,000 ghost soldiers under their command.

In this era, where did all these ghost soldiers and ghost messengers come from? You know, merit is equivalent to the will of heaven and earth, and it is a high-level currency issued only to a very small number of people.

No matter who you are, it is a first-class precious thing. If you get a certain level, it can even help you become a saint! Just like Nuwa.

As long as you live in this world, no one will ever have too much of this kind of good stuff.

Therefore, in ancient times, even among the powerful people in the underworld, few were willing to spend their own merits to seal others.

That's really too much to lose.

In the ancient underworld, the deceased would be appointed as a ghost official based on their merits if they had enough merits during their lifetime.

This is also the reason why the Maoshan lineage likes to accumulate good karma so much.

But now Jiang Li is equivalent to having a money printing machine that can print merits infinitely.

As for merit, no matter how much he spends, it will not be a loss to him.

Not to mention the one million ghost soldiers here, the number in Fengdu City has already exceeded 50 million.

It can scare people to death.

"Damn it! Don't fight back! Let's go!"

Looking at his subordinate who was as thin as a thread and was about to die of old age, Ming Zun was no longer willing to believe it and had to accept it.

These evil spirits that can be destroyed with just a poke cannot be moved. It's just their bad luck. It's okay for them to just leave.

Holding the dying subordinate, they flew away like a beam of light.

But leaving is really not an option.

"You want to leave after you kill the ghosts in Fengdu City? It's not that easy!"

A childish voice sounded in the city.

A stream of fiery red light came in an instant, and before they could escape, it arrived first and shattered the light, knocking the four people inside out again.

The leader, Ming Zun, was pierced through the chest by a stream of light, and suffered quite serious injuries from the single blow.

It was not until the light stopped that one could see clearly that it was a flaming spear covered with golden patterns all over.

It was the lost ancient magic weapon, the Divine Sharp Fire Spear.

Lingzhuzi's combat power is already top-notch in the world.

Previously, under Jiang Li's guidance, he had broken through his inner demons and gained immortal energy. He was only half a step away from becoming an immortal.

At this moment, apart from Jiang Li, I am afraid he has no rivals in the world.

Even Qiushui, the reincarnation of Ksitigarbha, could only defend himself and had no power to fight back because he started to thrive too late.

The Lotus Boy knocked down Ming Zun, who was in the Five Qis Converging to Origin, with one strike, which made many powerful people who were secretly watching in the city feel depressed and dared not act rashly.

He recalled the rocket gun and was about to fire two more times when he turned his eyes and suddenly saw Jiang Li coming.

He then called on the ghost soldiers to come forward to escort him, and then he changed direction, flew in front of Jiang Li, and knelt on one knee.

"City Lord!"

After hearing the news, other Fengdu high-ranking officials also rushed there as quickly as possible.

Then several dream spirit beads were sent to Jiang Li.

Each of these dream spirit beads is compressed and condensed from the huge dreams of countless people who died unjustly in the City of the Dead for a full 49 days.

Hidden inside is an extremely complex and realistic dream world.

It is a very powerful seal.

Anyone who is sucked into it will be trapped in a dream woven by countless dead people in the entire City of the Dead.

Even Jiang Li didn't dare to say that he could escape easily.

Now, inside the spirit bead, there are a blade of grass, a mantis, and a white crow.

Needless to say, they are three streams of immortal aura with wood, gold and yang attributes respectively.

They were all brought by the powerful men from Jiuzhou who came from all over the world during the time when Jiang Li was away.

When these guys first heard the condition of one for three, they thought it was a rare commodity.

I feel that this kind of immortal energy that has transformed into a spiritual form must have other unknown uses.

Not wanting to exchange easily or bargain, he offered an exaggerated price of ten for one.

But the problem is that the Kyushu continent is so big, and they are not the only ones who possess immortal energy.

Although so far, the fairy energy born from nature is still rare.

There are only a few traces of immortal energy on each continent.

But gathered here are more than 70% of the strongest cultivators in the world, and most of the reincarnations of immortals and Buddhas are also among them.

As for the spiritual energy that was born, except for the part that was snatched away by the evil demons, most of it is in their hands.

Waves of people want to get the rare goods, but there are always people who urgently need to use the spiritual energy in their hands to exchange for spiritual energy that is more suitable for their own attributes.

What's more, the exchange rate is one to three, and there is only one chance. Once someone has exchanged, they will no longer accept the second fairy energy of similar attributes.

As a result, the supply and demand relationship has changed.

Within a few days, what some powerful people thought were rare goods were gone from their hands.

And Jiang Li also got what he wanted.

He took the three spirit beads and absorbed them into his body in the same way, maintaining the same constant state of being filled with immortal energy.

This, combined with the four attributes of spiritual energy that he already possessed.

Gold, wood, water, fire, earth, yin and yang, the seven attributes are complete.

However, Jiang Li's demand for exotic spiritual energy such as wind, thunder, and ice was not that great.

It’s best to have it, but it’s no big deal if you don’t.

They completed the task of exchanging spiritual energy very well.

However, there were difficulties in recruiting other reincarnations of immortals and Buddhas.

So far, not even a single other reincarnated person is willing to join Fengdu.

After all, they were all top-notch warriors at the time, and they were all former immortals and Buddhas.

The pride in his heart is beyond the reach of ordinary people.

Isn't it good to enjoy the right to decide life and death in your own territory? It's too simple to think that they can be inferior to others with just a few magical powers.

Only a reincarnated person like Qiushui, who has no hairline yet, has the chance to get lucky.

But such a person obviously does not have the ability to cross the Black Sea and Heniuzhou, which is full of blood and flesh.

Although it was a bit disappointing, it was also expected.

If we want to continue to strengthen the power of Fengdu Ghost City in a short period of time, it seems we have to think of other ways.

"Has there been any unusual movement in Heniuzhou recently?"

Feeling the other three streams of spiritual energy beginning to emerge in his body, Jiang Li then asked about the main business.

"Unusual movement?"

Hearing the city lord's question, the three hall masters and four officials were all a little confused.

In addition to the evil demons invading Mandazhou and fighting against the plague of flesh and blood.

Jiang Li frowned, then closed his eyes, and his consciousness connected with his flesh and blood clone.

Under his control, strange eyes belonging to insects, fish, birds, mammals, etc. opened on the carpet of flesh and blood, scanning the entire continent for the contemporary Human Emperor.

Not long after he removed the Bloody Gaze, the Parallel Consciousness had regained the power of the Flesh Lord.

And after obtaining the eye that was formed only by the will of the Asura world, his control over the disaster of flesh and blood became more profound.

But he scanned the entire continent with his naked eyes, but he still couldn't find any other abnormalities.

It's really unbelievable.

What exactly is the problem that the Merit Golden Lotus sensed? "Is this the contemporary Human Emperor? I am honored to be here."

Just as Jiang Li was thinking, an old Taoist priest in ragged clothes suddenly appeared not far away.

He saluted casually while holding the wine jug in his hand, and walked into the original armor-clad royal palace without any courtesy.

"Ah, everyone, please make way and let me have a few words with the Emperor."

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He really didn't consider himself an outsider, and waved his hand to let the three hall masters and four officials make way.

"Who are you? Don't be rude in front of the Emperor!"

After Jiang Li became the Human Emperor, Ba Xia, one of the nine sons of Zulong, had a drastic change in his attitude.

This guy, who had finally recovered some strength, was eager to prove his strength in front of his master.

He took a step forward, and a circle of yellow light enveloped the old Taoist who entered the hall.

Ba Xia likes to carry heavy loads, so he carries mountains and hills on his back.

However, he has a magical power that allows him to transfer his own weight to his enemy and thus crush his opponent to death.

If Jiang Li could build a monument of merit for him like King Yu did, he would be able to bring out his innate magical powers to the fullest extent.

But the old Taoist was clearly hit by the yellow halo, but he just paused and continued to move forward.

There are many mavericks, but those who can live to such an old age are probably quite capable.

However, Ba Xia's magical halo seemed to have played some role.

The figure of the old Taoist became blurred for a moment. It was clearly a trick on his surface, but it was broken by the impact of the light and rhythm of his supernatural power.

The flesh and blood on his lower body below the waist suddenly turned into mud and fell off.

In the end, only half of the body was left with a black skeleton and two bony legs, still trembling as they moved forward.

"I am just a dying man with half of my body buried in the ground. The son of Zulong doesn't need to worry too much."

The old Taoist's illusion was broken, and he seemed to lose interest all of a sudden, and his mood became not very good.

Jiang Li was even more surprised by what he said.

How long has it been since Ba Xia came out of his mind? There should be no possibility of information being leaked.

But he was able to reveal Ba Xia's true identity in one sentence. This old Taoist really has something.

"I have lived half my life, and I am here to meet His Excellency the Emperor."

The old Taoist bowed down, no longer showing his previous cynicism.

I don’t know whether it was out of respect for the Human Emperor or because of the curse on his lower body.

"The master of calculation in Nanzhanzhou is known for his calculation of the first half of his life without any omissions."

"I've heard of you."

Jiang Li thought about it and also told the other party's identity and background.

After all, he sits on the throne of the Human Emperor, and he can't just be the king of that small piece of land in the eastern region of Cangyun Province.

Sooner or later he will rule over the human race in Kyushu.

But he didn't want to kill all the people in power in other regions.

In such a vast land, doing so is time-consuming, laborious and extremely difficult, and will also make you the public enemy of the Jiuzhou cultivation world.

As long as he doesn't eradicate the root of the problem, he will only be dragged into the quagmire of war by the recurring enemies.

It would be unwise to do so when Jiang Ziya is still eyeing them covetously.

So far, he has only sent people to collect intelligence in other areas.

This person, who was considered half-life, had a very loud reputation five or six hundred years ago, so it was naturally recorded in his records.

"Your Excellency the Emperor is joking. If you reveal the secrets of heaven, you will be punished by heaven."

"I spent the first half of my life telling fortunes, and the second half of my life has become like this. I really don't want to talk about my past glory anymore."

"This old Taoist priest just wants to tell you the last divination for His Excellency the Emperor and the people of the world!"

The horrible lower body of this old Taoist priest was enough to prove that his skills in Taoism were truly extraordinary.

But after the outbreak of the Heavenly Punishment, every divination would lead to a significant deterioration of the situation. What was worth the cost of another divination? "Then Senior Suan Bansheng, why do you think I need divination? What kind of disaster will befall the people of Kyushu? Please tell me clearly."

Jiang Li has always been a polite person and is willing to give this man a chance.

"The Shuras are everywhere, the sky is pierced, the evil immortals descend to the world, slaughtering all living things with blood!"

"This is the last divination my master made before he died. It predicts the great calamity of the Nine Provinces!"

"And His Excellency the Human Emperor, Yu Heniuzhou, shook the heavens with his halberd. He is the one who will be doomed!"

"This time, I am here to help the Emperor overcome the calamity!"

Jiang Li raised his eyebrows. When did he become the one to be afflicted?

Logically speaking, he was an outsider and should not belong to this world. He doubted whether the old Taoist had made a mistake.

However, he just wanted to know the source of the disaster he felt in his heart, so he might as well give it a try.

Once you tell him what you want to know, the old Taoist will answer without any hesitation.

He took out a tortoise shell from his arms and put three ancient coins into it.

He didn't make any hand gestures or chant any incantations. He just shook the tortoise shell twice and poured out three copper coins.

But as the copper coins were poured out, the curse of divine punishment that lasted for half of his life became more and more serious.

The festers spread from the waist to the chest, and everything below turned into black bones.

The old Taoist looked pale and sweaty from the pain.

But this doesn't seem to be what he cares about.

He picked up the wine jug in his hand and took two gulps.

The wine slid down his throat and then leaked out from the dry bones below his chest.

"That's enough. I should have finished it first."

"Well, please go ahead, Your Excellency the Human Emperor."

The three copper coins shone with golden light, as if there was something hidden inside them.

Jiang Li didn't sense any dangerous aura from it, so he simply took two steps forward and put his hand on it.

Suddenly, a series of pictures appeared in his eyes.

A high-end master of calculations would never use the rhetoric of charlatans to create mystery.

Because saying those words only proves that he has no confidence in what he says.

If you come across a mysterious old man who only speaks half a sentence, drag him out and give him a beating. Nine out of ten times he will be right.

A true master would have no problem showing you the screen directly.

(End of this chapter)