Chapter 180 How powerful is the underworld?



A Jiazi period is sixty years.

Sixty years ago, the world was still in chaos, and Da Qi was still striving to unify the world.

The ghost kingdom’s last impression of the human world was sixty years ago.

This is the case with the human world, and their ideas about the ghost kingdom are even more old-fashioned.

It has been too long since this country founded by ghosts was sealed by Hou Tu.

Although there has been some research and development and growth, it is ultimately limited.

Once an accident happens, they will be at a loss.

For example, now.

Emperor Yan Ting brought nine ghost fairies and guarded the entrance to the sand area, waiting anxiously for the seal in the sand pit to weaken little by little.

In their eyes, only ghosts can enter the ghost kingdom, and no one is allowed to enter or leave the ghost fairyland or above.

Therefore, the small threat from the rear might just be a newly promoted ghost fairy, a new companion.

They didn't think much about it at all, just thinking that even if Guixianlin didn't gain anything, there wouldn't be too much danger.

Therefore, when they heard that a new force had infiltrated the Ghost Kingdom from another spatial dimension, they were unable to react for a while.

Yan Pi and Lin Zhi knelt in front of Emperor Yan Ting's sedan chair, shouting at the top of their lungs.

Yan Pi: "Your Majesty, this is too tragic, truly too tragic! General Hou Qing was turned into a candle by the Lord of the Underworld through some unknown means!"

Linzhi was trembling all over, and seemed to have not yet recovered from the shock.

“Linlinlin… City Lord Lin is gone!”

Linzhi's trembling was definitely out of fear.

He and another ghost king, Lin Ping, were taken back to the underworld and judged by Lei Tianyou.

Rinpei was unwilling to accept the "call from the underworld", so he was electrocuted and became dizzy. A bumblebee named Hulu actually wanted to use Rinpei to make honey.

Linzhi is timid, so he and Yanpi try to get leniency.

What's more, there is a ghost supervising him behind him.

Liu Sheng, who was kneeling behind them, quietly withdrew his hand.

The sound of reading in the sandpit can still be heard.

The ghost immortals looked at each other in surprise.

"Just how powerful is the underworld? How could it be so strong? It could turn Hou Qing into a candle and kill City Lord Lin on the spot?"

"I've never heard of it. How did they develop in these sixty years?"

"Wouldn't it be impossible to enter the Ghost Kingdom if one's power exceeds that of a Ghost Immortal?"

"Where is the underworld? Since we are going to attack it, can we directly attack the underworld?"

Emperor Yan Ting remained silent.

The sound of reading from the human world became more and more excited, and he had to deal with it with all his strength.

He knew about the underworld, and he was the one who blocked the news about the underworld.

After becoming a ghost, and then a ghost god, he began to have some delusion in his heart.

If all the people in the world were turned into ghosts and he suppressed them with absolute force, would there be no more wars, no more bullying, no more separations and deaths, and no more broken families?

So there came into being the Ghost Kingdom, and the Ghost Kingdom started killing people in the human world.

Over tens of thousands of years, this idea has become increasingly firm.

But there are always strong people in the world who transcend power.

He used to be a witch god, and later he became an immortal and a Taoist god.

Finally, for unknown reasons, the gods disappeared from the human world.

There are wizards who summon gods, and there are saints.

He is just a ghost and can't hold on alone.

Therefore, he needs manpower, and he cannot let the Ghost Kingdom know the news of the underworld.

The five ghost immortals looked at each other and stood out from the crowd.

They placed their left hands on their chests and saluted Emperor Yan Ting.

"Your Majesty, please allow us to go to the rear to quell the rebellion."

Among these five ghost immortals, there are Yan, the lord of Yancheng, and Yan, the lord of Shicheng.

There are also three commanders, namely Fan who is good at using water, Wen who is good at using plague, and Biao who is good at using wind.

Emperor Yan Ting didn't want to agree.

They are all ghosts, and they all have evil intentions. These ghosts are not on the same page with me.

At least the three commanders are not.

Hanba was the first flying zombie to follow Emperor Yan Ting. She also knew the ideals of the underworld and Emperor Yan Ting, so she stepped out and said.

"Your Majesty, let me go with them."

Emperor Yan Ting then nodded.

Then he roared loudly, and his power surged.

The powerful evil spirit buried the sand pit, and for a moment, the sound of reading could no longer enter the ghost country.

"You five, gather 50,000 soldiers and 50 ghost kings, and follow Hanba to the battle."

On the top of Mount Heng, next to the wooden ox cart, Meng Yu, who had been expressing his ambitions in various ways and had completely enjoyed himself, suddenly groaned and fell to his knees.

Confucius walked down from the ox cart with a smile on his face.

"Zi Yu, you must be frustrated."

Meng Yu spat out a mouthful of blood.

"Teacher, they are anxious."

Confucius shook his head.

"It's not that they are anxious, it's your brother Kong, my good nephew, who set their backyard on fire."

Meng Yu stood up and dusted himself off.

"I didn't expect Brother Kong's underworld to be so powerful that it actually forced the Ghost Nation to mobilize nearly half of its powerful warriors. Just how powerful is his underworld?"

Confucius laughed heartily.

"How strong he is, I don't know, but we can help him again."

After saying this, he raised his voice.

"Confucius said: 'When three people walk together, one of them must be my teacher.' Why is His Majesty the Emperor Yan Ting so angry? Does he have any advice for my disciple's writing?"

Confucianists like to use Confucius' words to stimulate talent and national destiny and launch the art of holy words.

But Confucius was originally the prime minister of the Great Qi State and a saint in the world.

As the sage said, what ghost can stop it?

The sound spread from Hengshan to the Ghost Kingdom, and Emperor Yan Ting's murderous aura could not be stopped at all.

Although he is gentle, he is upright and awe-inspiring.

In an instant, the ghosts' expressions changed, countless little ghosts disappeared, and the area next to the sand pit was empty. Even many zombies kicked their legs and fell to the ground, unable to get up again.

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