After strolling around for half a day, although Li Wujiu was the Ghost King, he could not resist the deception of Kong Han's safety.
Finally, he bowed and said, "The reputation of the underworld is indeed well-deserved. If you don't mind, I am willing to serve you."
After saying that, he imitated Niu Da's previous actions and separated a piece of his spirit.
Kong Hanan felt the reminder from the Book of Life and Death, and the stone in his heart was finally put down.
He took the spirit and wrote Li Wujiu's name in the Book of Life and Death.
As soon as the connection was established, Kong Hanan faintly sensed a surge in merit.
Li Wujiu suppressed and devoured evil spirits for a hundred years, and actually gave Kong Hanan more than three hundred points of merit.
The magical power was used and the rift opened. Just as Kong Hanan was about to lead people out, an extremely strong pressure squeezed in.
"It was you, kid, who ruined my plan to defy fate and take my life? A ghost messenger from the underworld? Haha, let me, Yu, experience the power of this so-called underworld... Ah~!"
The ghost cultivator named Yu let out a painful howl before he could finish his words.
It was Kong Hanan who closed his magical powers, and the cracks merged together. The force of space bridging and strangling was so strong that how could a mere Divine Transformation Realm person withstand it? The hand holding a battle axe that had just reached into the underworld broke and fell into the underworld.
Li Wujiu blinked and looked at his master in confusion.
Isn't the intention to wipe out Yinfeng Mountain and establish a great cause? What's going on with this operation?
There were gusts of cold wind around, and a comfortable sigh could be heard faintly.
Li Sandao: "Sir, continue. The higher his realm, the more energy his anger can bring us..."
Kong Hanan felt a little embarrassed, having forgotten that this was his territory.
The reason why he dared to confront Li Wujiu before was because his brother was trapped in it. Now a cultivator in the Spirit Severing Realm suddenly appeared. Why should he confront him? There would be no benefit.
But now that there are so many people like Li Wujiu and the Li Geng tribe in the City of the Dead, there is really no need to be timid.
The rift opened again, and there was no movement over there.
Kong Hanan was a little surprised. Yes, the conveyor belt given to him by the Emperor was random...
Next time I have to ask the emperor for some advice and make some changes.
Li San gave a look, and understood. He rushed out with a gloomy face, and shouted loudly with the help of the wind: "Thank you for the gift of an axe-shaped magic weapon."
Then he shrank back in.
Kong Hanan looked at Li San in surprise. Not bad, kid. I didn’t expect you to have such a high talent for taunting.
"Boy! Give me back my magic weapon! I'm going to kill you!!"
Sure enough, that person chased after him, and even through the space rift, he could feel the murderous intent coming from the opposite side.
"Ah~~~!"
Li Wujiu sneered. He was unsure before, but now that you have a broken arm, the Ghost King is proud and wants to go out to fight and give a gift to the underworld first.
Kong Hanan stretched out his hand to stop him and whispered, "Don't panic."
Then he turned and shouted towards the rift, "Master, is the axe you dropped right-edged, left-edged, or double-edged? Is it long-handled or short-handled? Is it a gold axe or a silver axe? We must tell you clearly, otherwise what will you do if you blackmail us?"
The sound of the wind stopped, and then there was a burst of laughter.
"Ahhh! Come out! I'm going to chop you into pieces!"
"Ah~~~!"
Kong Hanan struck a pose and hooked his finger towards the outside of the crack.
"It's impossible for me to go out. The man inside is nice and nice to talk to. I feel so comfortable in there. Come in if you have the guts!"
Niu Dou scratched his head, feeling that this scene seemed familiar.
Li San felt emotional, and realized that he still had a lot to learn from adults.
By the way, haven’t you told today’s story yet?
The ghost cultivator over there was still in shock from the previous rift, and now he was burning with rage and could no longer control himself.
"Here comes your death, little thief!"
This ghost cultivator named Yu still had some rationality. He split his spirit into several parts and connected them into the rift. However, their numbers were comparable. The entire Li Geng clan was present here.
As soon as he came in, he was hit by gusts of cold wind and was pushed back.
"You shameless little thief, if you have the guts, let me in...Ah~!"
The underworld rift has closed again...
The ghost cultivator named Yu let out an angry roar, and another leg fell off.
"Ah~~~!"
Another sigh of satisfaction was heard on the wind.
Kong Hanan shook his head: "You can't fight like this. You should let him in. When the enemy advances, we retreat. When the enemy stays, we harass him. Wait until he is exhausted before you give him a blow."
The Li Geng people looked at each other in bewilderment, feeling as if they had been enlightened. These eight words seemed to be tailor-made for them.
As expected, he is the one favored by the emperor. How amazing!
The spatial rift quickly opened, and Kong Hanan waved his hand: "The enemy is now very weak. Niu, Ma, Er, Li, San, Li, Wujiu, and Furomi, go out and beat him up."
After saying that, Kong Hanan stepped out of the crack first without looking back.
A group of demons and monsters looked at each other in bewilderment. What did this "Fromi" mean? But when the adults shouted it out, why did it feel so powerful?
Li Wujiu blinked his eyes. His master used tactics even in a game that was a sure win. It was really... insidious.
Without thinking for long, several people followed him out.
In the human world, Kong Hanan felt something was wrong as soon as he took a step forward.
There are graves everywhere, some with tombstones, some with just a hastily placed wooden stick, and most of them are just unmarked small mounds.
Some of the tombs were severely damaged, revealing the broken coffins and rotten corpses inside.
This is actually a mass grave...
Although it is a random teleportation in a small area, could you, Your Majesty, pick a better place for me to land?
Could this randomness be related to the underworld?
Just as he was thinking, he felt a chill on his feet. He looked down and saw a small grave mound under his feet. A rotten hand broke out of the ground and grabbed his ankle.
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