There are rumors in the metaphysical world that the Asura race was sealed in the underworld by the supreme god, causing all the darkness of the three realms to be driven by chaos into the dark and sunless underworld.
now.
The sealed darkness is eroding the seal's opening, baring its fangs and claws as it tries to crawl out from its depths.
The so-called magma vent is not actually magma, but rather "blood" that is as hot as magma and can corrode ordinary souls.
They are a fusion of karmic fire and karmic obstacles.
It is a product left behind by the darkness.
They broke through the seal and quickly climbed onto a small stone statue with closed eyes, attempting to destroy it, but were repeatedly repelled by the golden light surrounding the statue.
The small stone statue floats above the seal.
It's only the size of a palm.
The seal engraver's skills were extremely poor.
The small stone statue is vaguely visible and is shaped like a man.
But nothing else can be seen.
Several figures stood or knelt around the sealed entrance, and their souls were all dressed in black.
But it is utterly vulnerable in the face of darkness.
"I heard that the stone statue was left behind by the Supreme God after sealing the Asura race, but I don't know if it's true or not."
"Once the darkness breaks through the seal, even we old ghosts will have a hard time surviving. How can you still care whether the rumors are true or not?"
"Isn't this just to liven up the atmosphere?"
Is there really no other way?
"Leaving aside Lord Yama and the others, if the Yellow Springs Messenger who travels between the Yin and Yang realms were still around, we wouldn't be in such a passive position, giving darkness a chance to fight back."
"Didn't the Messenger of the Underworld disappear nine hundred years ago? I'd rather fantasize about the Ghost Emperor descending than imagine the Messenger of the Underworld still existing!"
The highest deity in the underworld is the Fengdu Beiyin Emperor.
Secondly, there are the Five Ghost Emperors, the Lord of the Underworld, the Ten Kings of Hell, and the Underworld Generals.
With the fall of the gods of the underworld.
Luo Feng Liu Tian was also destroyed.
The darkness lay in wait, and the underworld officials at the bottom were no match for them.
Even sacrificing oneself to the formation cannot seal it.
now.
The dense aura of darkness was like a pair of giant hands.
They seized a few underworld officials by the neck, tore them apart from top to bottom, and scattered their souls across the sky.
The underworld official who narrowly escaped the attack looked serious.
Just as darkness then rushed toward them.
A calm and collected voice drifted from above to the ears of the assembled underworld officials: "A judge's pen for a chance to save your life, a soul-binding chain for a chance to save your life. Opportunities are fleeting, once lost, they will never come again."
Yan Jiu arrived, stepping through the air.
If you look closely.
Then you'll know that she didn't really miss the mark.
Several playing cards floated beneath and around Yan Jiu's feet, forming steps that led her to the assembled underworld officials.
At this moment, the leisurely and carefree Yan Jiu stood in stark contrast to the disheveled Yin Cha.
The underworld officials: "..." Look at this person who is so out of place in this tense atmosphere, who are you?
Yan Jiu smiled slightly.
The reason she was willing to get involved in the affairs of the underworld was that she wanted to take the opportunity to purchase goods.
As everyone knows, the Judge's Pen and the Soul-Locking Chains of the Black and White Impermanence are valuable items.
It's already morally commendable that Yan Jiu didn't covet the Book of Life and Death.
Shearing... no, saving the underworld officials must be compensated; this is her consistent and excellent practice.
The leading underworld official asked, "May I ask who you are?"
Yan Jiu crushed the dark tentacles that were swaying behind her: "Tell me, are you going to do this unprofitable business or not?"
Her eyes were like a bottomless ice cave, seemingly ready to devour the secret treasury hidden in the souls of the underworld officials.
At this moment.
The underworld official shouted, "Watch out!"
The corner of dark energy that Yan Jiu had previously crushed went back to "report" and came rolling in with its backers.
Yan Jiu's expression remained unchanged.
The fragile playing card flew from her hand with a speed so fast it was like a beam of light capable of instantly killing everything.
It instantly shattered the darkness.
Repel them to the seal beneath the stone statue.
"How did she manage that, even though she was dressed in black?"
"The cultivation of the soul body of Yin spirits can be in white, red, or green, but she is in black, yet she is so powerful. Perhaps it is because the highest realm of the soul body is only in black."
"I didn't understand..."
"To put it simply, wearing black isn't her limit!"
“We all know that there are no ranks above the Black Robe, and all the souls above the Black Robe are still Black Robe. But we assume that above the Black Robe are Yin Gods like Wuchang. But I think her methods are far more powerful than Lord Wuchang.”
"Then hasn't she run into the King of Hell?!"
"Wow! We're not meant to die!"
Yan Jiu successfully attracted a bunch of fans.
The underworld official stared at Yan Jiu, a complete stranger.
They were secretly thinking about how to curry favor with a powerful figure.
The underworld officials plundered the goods on his body.
He handed over everything that caught Yan Jiu's eye.
The underworld officials praised him in unison, saying, "Your Excellency not only possesses profound cultivation, but also has first-rate aesthetic sense."
Yan Jiu: "..." Who are you cursing!
Everyone knows that judges are divided into civil and military judges, but most judges don't change their pens for hundreds of years. Her aesthetic sense is quite refined, so she wouldn't be like a judge.
"Your Excellency, I do not manage the distribution of the Judge's Pen and Soul-Locking Chains, but I do have stock of Meng Po's Soup, is that alright?"
Upon hearing this...
Yan Jiu looked at the thin underworld official standing among the group of underworld officials, thought for a moment, and then agreed.
no way.
The underworld's supplies are too tight.
She just accepts anyone who comes her way!
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The Chu family.
"I saw Dad, I saw your grandpa, it's true! I told you I wasn't asleep or dreaming! Xiao Jiu can vouch for me. Oh, where's Xiao Jiu?"
Old Master Chu was surrounded by the crowd.
His tone was very passionate and inspiring.
As he spoke.
He looked behind him.
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