Listen carefully and watch the young Taoist walking towards you step by step in the underworld.

Seeing this young Taoist who should not have the ability to [Tread on the Netherworld] crossing Yin and Yang, his eyes fell on his clothes. He was wearing Zhou Jue Yin Tian Suit, Nine-Silk Buyun Shoes, seventy-two jade rings around his waist, jade pendants with tassels hanging down, a black crown on his head, and a magic weapon on his back. In front of him was Yin and Yang, and behind him was a sea of ​​blood.

The corners of his mouth twitched.

???!

Zhou Jue Yin Tian Fu? Yin Yang Bu Yun Shoes.

All the treasures of the six palaces in Fengdu have been given away? !

Zhou Qi!!!

What do you mean you are the number one prodigal son?

Ugh!

waste!

The 'Gray-robed Gentleman' who had met Qi Wuhuo in Zhongzhou City raised his hand and scratched his head, pretending to be stupid and laughing: "Ahahaha, isn't this Wuhuo? What's wrong? What's the matter?"

"Hey, it's been a while since we last met. Why are you talking about these things right after we meet?"

“I don’t understand!”

Qi Wuhuo stood on the City of Wrongful Death. The evil spirits on both sides and those beautiful female ghosts did not dare to approach the young Taoist who emanated a pure and clear aura. They had a vague feeling that if they got close to him, their own existence would be wiped out by the impact, and they were all terrified.

The young Taoist looked at the fortune teller he had met for a long time and saw him pretending to be stupid, so he said to himself:

"When we were in the demon world, you suddenly appeared in Qinyin Pavilion with Master Ran Deng. I didn't think much of it at that time."

"Later, Fellow Daoist Lu Chunyang said that there was something wrong with you, sir. It seems that the reason why he stayed in Qinyin Pavilion was partly because of you. And in the subsequent battle against Qing Jingwei, Lu Chunyang, Master Ran Deng, Senior Siyou of Qinyin Pavilion, and even the map obtained by searching for my Yuntun with the Qin Sword, the key to breaking the deadlock, were all related to you, sir."

"The most surprising thing was when I was trapped on the sacred mountain of the Blue Lions."

"The Black Impermanence appeared and took you, the most problematic sir, away."

"All of this is a natural development. After it was over, I looked back and thought about it, and I felt that your presence was becoming more and more conspicuous. All of us are related to you, and this means that you, sir, have brought together many people who would not appear in the Qing Jingwei Great Saint's ritual at the same time."

"And yet I have escaped from cause and effect in a way that is taken for granted."

"Is it true that all of us have been guided and used by you to some extent in this fight?"

The familiar fortune teller in front of the young Taoist scratched his head and said cheerfully:

"What a coincidence!"

"Ah? What did you say?"

"I don't know!"

The young Taoist stood in front of the fortune teller, who had an expression that said, "I don't understand what you are talking about." Qi Wuhuo said softly, "Sir, you must have a grudge against Qing Jingwei, right? This is the temple of Ksitigarbha Bodhisattva, but I don't feel the breath of Buddhism. Maybe Ksitigarbha Bodhisattva was involved in the battle of Jinzhou and was seriously injured."

"So that's why you were so angry that you chose to take action?"

"If that's the case."

"Qing Jingwei's holy fetus is in my hands."

Di Ting's pupils shrank slightly.

He looked at the Taoist youth in front of him. Only then did Di Ting realize that the Taoist youth in front of him had grown taller than when they first met. He was originally up to his shoulders, but now he was taller than that. Young people always grow very fast. After half a year, he seemed like a different person.

Her eyes are calm, her hair is tied up with a black crown, not a Taoist bun, but it looks much more free and easy, with black hair hanging down to her temples.

The fortune teller looked at him, his temperament changed, and the eyes that were always smiling when he was on earth shrank.

He was still smiling, but inside he had turned into a kind of indifference that mocked the common people and was not afraid of anything. He was so arrogant that he even plotted against the Three Pure Ones.

A creature of the second calamity era, a good friend of Queen Nuwa, and a demon god who once wreaked havoc on others.

Qi Wuhuo looked at him, pursed his lips, and said, "I just want to know, when we were in Qinyin Pavilion, the reason why Emperor Dongyue was discovered by the patrol of the demon tribe at the level of the emperor, which eventually led to his early confrontation with Qing Jingwei, was it because of you, sir, who did something?"

Di Ting looked at him, raised his eyebrows, and said lazily: "What if I say yes?"

"What do you think?"

"Can you still beat me?"

Qi Wuhuo said: "Emperor Dongyue has already made up his mind to die. If he knew that your plan could help him break the impasse, he would not have any hesitation or resentment. He would even be extremely grateful for your judgment, but..."

"It's always wrong to be schemed against."

"I want to fight back for Emperor Dongyue."

The young Taoist took half a step forward.

The energy in his body became intense, he shook his hands, clenched his five fingers together, and turned them into fists.

Di Ting's eyes were indifferent, and a powerful aura gathered in front of him to resist Qi Wuhuo's attack.

The young Taoist's fist fell.

Blocked by this energy.

With an understatement, just like every arrogant being who is good at planning and scheming, the force was just right to stop the young Taoist who was a real person. The barrier was just right to disperse every strand of Qi Wuhuo's fist power, and then calmly guided it to his feet.

Qi Wuhuo lowered his eyes, and a peaceful voice fell in his heart——

【Thai】.

Taichi Lingwen!

The decree of Lord Taishan!

Above it is the highest of all mountains, below it is the deepest of the underworld.

This place is the underworld!

The sound of the piano shook the world, and the Dongyue Seal suddenly emitted a stream of light. This punch exceeded Di Ting's estimation of Qi Wuhuo's cultivation level. The defense that gathered energy was broken, and the young Taoist punch hit Di Ting's abdomen. The ghosts all saw Di Ting's face change, and his body arched backwards, shaking off layer after layer of air waves.

Di Ting’s expression changed instantly. He, who had always been lazy, finally “listened” to Qi Wuhuo.

Even Di Ting felt a little surprised.

“Primordial Spirit Jizhao… Your soul has already reached the level of an immortal?!”

With a punch, using the power of Dongyue, he beat the fortune teller so hard that he turned pale. The energy around him dissipated like ripples. But Di Ting was only at the level of Earthly Immortal and had not yet broken into the realm of True Lord. Qi Wuhuo, whose soul was only one level lower than his, hit him with the Tai Chi Lingwen, causing him severe pain. His energy suddenly dissipated and his face turned pale. The evil spirits from the City of the Dead around him wanted to get closer to the young Taoist.

However, Di Ting, who was almost coughing up bitterness, raised his hand to stop him.

"Ahem, no, you don't have to go over there."

He covered his liver, gasped, and sweat broke out on his forehead. He said, "With the purity of his Qi now, if you get close to him, you will be instantly killed by his Qi. You won't be able to utter a word."

Direct salvation? !

The ghosts were stunned for a moment.

There is such a good thing!

Then they eagerly rushed towards the young Taoist priest. After listening to the ghosts' voices, they started to curse: "Go back, all of you go back!"

With waves of shouting and cursing, these evil ghosts and beautiful ghosts were driven back to the City of the Dead.

Di Ting covered his abdomen and looked at the young Taoist priest standing in front of him with his hands hanging down. He was wearing a dark robe and had a calm temperament. He seemed to have heard something and said, "He opened up the demon world and the human world, condensed the highest potential of the mountain, and created literature by observing the Tao. What a Qi Wuhuo, what a Taishang Xuanwei."

"What a good one, Lord Taishan."

The young Taoist shook his head, thought for a moment, and replied, "Lord of Mount Tai? No..."

"Lord of Mount Tai is not enough to describe this poor Taoist."

"I can give this title and position to someone else, but it will not detract from who I am."

"I will not rise to the sky because of this title, nor will I be eclipsed because of losing this title."

Di Ting was speechless, and said unhappily: "Okay, Qi Wuhuo, Qi Wuhuo."

"You came to me just to beat me up for Dong Yue?"

"What do you want to do, or what do you want to ask?"

Qi Wuhuo said: "Ksitigarbha Bodhisattva..."

Di Ting replied, "Under Donghua's moves, the old bald man protected the souls of many living beings in Jinzhou, and then because time was tight, he crossed the land of reincarnation and sent them back into reincarnation."

"In the entire Jinzhou, there are countless lives of humans, monsters, beasts, and all living things. Not a single one of them died because of this disaster. But the old bald guy did die, and no one knows how long it will take for him to return."

Qi Wuhuo asked: "Can I go see the Bodhisattva?"

Di Ting's tone was mocking and he said calmly, "As a dignified mansion master, you are naturally qualified."

Qi Wuhuo didn't care about the hidden meaning in the fortune teller's words.

As Di Ting walked into the City of Wrongful Death, there were many evil spirits surrounding the road on both sides of the city, wanting to touch the young Taoist priest and have their hatred dispelled by the Qi in his body. However, they were all driven away by Di Ting. He walked all the way into the small Buddhist temple in the deepest part. The young Taoist priest looked at the old and skinny monk who had turned his back to the people who had died unjustly, took out a few incense sticks, then put his hands together and bowed slightly.

The Youth's Way:

"Jinzhou Qi Wuhuo, thank you for the Bodhisattva's mercy."

With three sticks of incense, the old monk's aura would not change at all.

Qi Wuhuo thought about it and took off a string of Buddhist beads from his wrist. The beads were simple, but seemed to contain a very strong Buddhist atmosphere. They were exactly what he got from Yin De Ding Xiu Zhenjun. It was given to Yin De Ding Xiu Zhenjun by Medicine Master Liuliguang Tathagata when he passed away, asking him to pass it on to Qi Wuhuo to suppress the Blood River Sword.

And now, the Blood River Sword is extremely submissive.

Although this Buddhist rosary is also a treasure of Buddhism, it is not of much value to Qi Wuhuo.

He placed the Buddhist beads in Ksitigarbha's hands.

The Buddhist beads lit up slightly, and the Buddhist aura of Medicine Buddha dissipated into Ksitigarbha Bodhisattva's body. The aura of this old monk seemed to become much softer. The realm of Medicine Buddha was higher than that of Ksitigarbha Bodhisattva. In other words, the path taken by Ksitigarbha Bodhisattva was the same as the path taken by Heavenly Peng Great True Lord in the past. Although he was a Bodhisattva, he was higher than some Buddhas.

However, the Buddhist aura from the Buddha still greatly alleviated the injuries of Ksitigarbha Bodhisattva.

Di Ting's slightly furrowed brows relaxed, and he said:

"Since you have come to the Netherworld and are looking for me, there must be something going on."

"There's a quiet room next door. Would you like a cup of tea?"

Qi Wuhuo nodded, and Di Ting led the young Taoist to the quiet room next door, dug out some tea, and boiled it with a cold blue flame. He said indifferently: "In the second calamity era, Bai Ze and I relied on our talents to spy on other people's secrets, know all the laws of the world, and create the Tianji Pavilion."

"We once presided over the order of the Yang World for a period of time. After all, we know the secrets of many powerful people in the world. Therefore, we have made great success by relying on this. All powerful people have to give Tianji Pavilion some face."

"Even if we two work together, we can either delay or guide the catastrophe."

"In the end, it backfired, the Tianji Pavilion was destroyed, Bai Ze disappeared, and I would have been surrounded and killed."

"After all, many powerful people would not allow others to know their thoughts and secrets. I didn't care at the time. I just laughed and told the most secret thoughts of those powerful people. It was very satisfying to see their ugly faces when their secrets were exposed and made public. I would have died quickly, but I was rescued by the old monk Dizang..."

"Ksitigarbha is a man of his words and deeds. He practices Buddhism to save all living beings. If you give him the beads, I will accept your kindness."

"So, what do you want to ask?"

Qi Wuhuo looked at the fortune teller in front of him.

When they first met, they were a fledgling young Taoist priest and a fortune teller who was playing around with the world.

And now here are the Lord of Fengdu Prefecture and the ancient Di Ting.

The firelight is cold and the tea aroma is subtle.

Qi Wuhuo asked: "Sir, what do you think I will ask?"

Di Ting said without hesitation:

"You will naturally ask how many more of the Underworld's Chief Emissaries the Central Ghost Emperor Zhou Qi will allow you to occupy."

“I can tell you directly that if there are three more, even if he is the son of the Northern Emperor, he will be imprisoned as a bargaining chip when he breaks off relations with the Northern Emperor. And among these three Yinsi chiefs, one must be his confidant, a life and death friend who will never betray him!”

Three...

Qi Wuhuo deduced in his mind.

However, they discovered that only five ghosts and gods from the underworld could not withstand the attack of the top True Lord.

Not to mention, there are countless demon kings, demon immortals, and even demon formations.

He looked at Di Ting in front of him and knew that he had a terrifying talent that allowed him to hear the sounds of all things.

Di Ting raised his eyes to look at the young Taoist in front of him, and suddenly laughed, saying: "Oh? You actually set your sights on me? Hahaha, give up, I won't help you, I don't want to experience another catastrophe."

Qi Wuhuo asked: "Then, shall we make a bet?"

Di Ting was always proud and said, "Bet? Ha, why should I agree to you?"

Qi Wuhuo said slowly: "What you heard, sir, is the sound of all things remaining unchanged, but people's hearts can change."

"It is not okay to stick to the old ways."

"The master said that I can obtain the power to rule over three underworld ghosts from the Central Ghost Emperor Zhou Qi."

"I said, five is fine."

After he finished speaking, the lazy smile on Di Ting's face disappeared. He looked at Qi Wuhuo, curled his lips, and said slowly: "The strategy that Master Wuhuo in my dream often uses is to challenge the other party's best skills. Originally, I shouldn't have agreed, but you are so arrogant that you challenge my talent. I am very interested."

"Okay, I agree. But the bet needs to be changed."

Di Ting tapped the table with his fingers and said calmly:

"Not five, but seven."

"If you can regain control of the seven top Yin Gods, then I will agree to your request."

"Team up with you once."

"Not only that, if you can do this, I will not say a word about anything related to you in the future, even if it is about your juniors, and I will not tell anyone else. How about that?"

The young Taoist raised his eyes and listened attentively with a cold smile.

In the dream, the unrivaled Wuhuo Master, who was omnipotent and unrivaled in the world, and Diting, who was obsessed with the ancients and could hear the sounds of all things within and without the Four Noble Truths and plan and plot, both raised their cups, and the tea in their cups collided, causing ripples, and they said:

"Then let's make this a promise. A gentleman's word."

"It's hard to catch up with a horse."

…

In Fengdu City.

The Central Ghost Emperor Zhou Qi spent half a month adjusting the moods of the seventy-two chief envoys, allowing them to finally calm down. They no longer talked about the so-called Northern Emperor's envoy, no longer envied the opportunity to reward the good and punish the evil, and were recuperating, finally slowly getting over the heartache caused by the loss of so many precious treasures.

But suddenly he saw his trusted chief palm master coming with a gust of cold wind. He looked panicked and said repeatedly:

"Emperor, Emperor!"

The Central Ghost Emperor raised his eyes unhappily: "Why are you so flustered!"

The one in charge said:

"Yes, it's the Northern Emperor's envoy from last time, the Lord of Fengdu Prefecture. He, he, he, he... is here again!!"

"He even brought a gift this time!"

The Central Ghost Emperor Zhou Qi's expression suddenly changed. He stood up abruptly, causing the table to flip over with his body, and his face changed drastically:

"What?!"

"who?!"