In the underworld,

countless wronged souls are howling.

All the ghost messengers have been dispatched and are constantly busy.

At this time, panic has appeared on their faces.

This incident is far more serious than they all thought.

The road of life and death is reopened, the Styx is restless, and the sleeping ghost kings wake up one after another. The most important thing is that the gate of hell is not just one place, but can appear everywhere in the mortal world, and the number of ghosts has far exceeded the number of ghost messengers in the underworld. All efforts are like a drop in the bucket.

At this moment, in the Styx, the rolling sea of ​​blood is churning, and bursts of crazy laughter and roars are emitted.

Those souls that have been sleeping since ancient times woke up one after another. They were unwilling and violent. They wanted to break out of this cage and reappear in the three realms.

The entire underworld was shaking like an earthquake. The situation was getting worse and worse. Ordinary ghosts could no longer enter the Styx.

The next moment, two figures, one black and one white, were also thrown out of the Styx. Their faces were even paler and their ghost bodies looked a little illusory.

Not long after, a man in blood-red armor came out of the Styx with a thump.

He was panting heavily, his whole body was stained with the water of the Styx and blood.

"I can't hold it back anymore."

The first sentence he said changed the faces of all the ghosts in the underworld, and there was despair in their eyes.

"Get ready... all troops should go to the mortal world for support. The underworld doesn't need to stay any longer!"

This was the second sentence he said.

Bai Wuchang looked at the bloody figure and trembled, "General, the underworld is gone, where should we go?"

The general waved his hand and said, "Go to the mortal world, go to the fairyland,

it's up to you. Find an opportunity, maybe you can rebuild your body and start over." Hei Wuchang looked at the general and said, "General, what about you?"

The general said, "From the moment I became the general of the blood sea, I swore that I would never leave the Styx!"

Someone said, "Then we won't leave either! If we leave, won't we become wandering ghosts?"

"How dare you!"

General Xuehai's eyes turned red as he shouted, "I'm asking you to go support the mortal world. This is an order! Arrest all the ghosts wandering outside. You cannot return to the underworld until all the ghosts in the mortal world are cleared out!"

Everyone had a sad look on their faces and their spirits were trembling.

"Report - bad, bad!"

At this moment, a ghost messenger came running quickly and said in a deep voice: "The northern area of ​​Qinlin Mountain in the mortal world can't be defended. The ghost general has sacrificed himself. Please go to support immediately!"

"Bad, request support, general!"

Another ghost messenger came running in a hurry, its spirit body was half broken, one leg and one hand were bitten off, it seemed that its soul would fly away at any time, and it cried out sadly: "Three ghost kings appeared in Qingyu City in the mortal world. The whole city fell into the ghost domain. Countless mortal monks were killed and injured. The ghost general sacrificed himself. Please send people to support quickly!"

"Bad!" Another ghost messenger limped over and said sadly: "Qingshan Town fell."

More and more ghost messengers came, and in some places, the ghost messengers were completely wiped out, and there was no one to report the news.

The atmosphere of the entire underworld suddenly became more heavy.

Send people for support, where can we send anyone!

The blood sea general's eyes flashed red wildly, and he shouted: "Did you hear me? You are all high-end fighters of the underworld. What are you waiting for? Hurry up and support the mortal world!"

The Black and White Impermanence shook their heads bitterly, "If we leave, what will the underworld do?"

At this time, an old lady with gray hair, wrinkled face, and hunched body walked slowly.

All the ghost officials had frowned faces, showing extreme respect, "Granny."

A hoarse voice came out of the grandma's mouth, "I will calm the chaos in the Styx, you should go to the human world quickly."

"No!" General Xuehai came over immediately and said, "Granny, your original body is gone, you must not sacrifice for the underworld again!"

Other ghosts and gods also hurriedly said, "Yes, grandma, no!"

"It doesn't matter, I have lived long enough, and now I am boring. I will die, but the underworld cannot be destroyed!"

As the grandma spoke, her hunched body seemed to have no strength at all, and she walked towards the Styx step by step.

"My residual soul should be able to be suppressed for another thousand years. During this time, you should hurry up

and think of a solution." All the ghosts and gods looked at the grandma silently, and they couldn't help but take two steps forward, wanting to hold her back, but they couldn't think of any other way.

It's a pity that souls don't have tears, otherwise, they would have already rolled down.

"Good! Great news!"

In this silent and sad atmosphere, a very discordant voice suddenly came, making everyone's heart jump and their brows wrinkled.

The grandma's originally resolute steps also paused. I was ready to commit suicide, and it's embarrassing for me that you are so happy.

In an instant, the atmosphere that was originally well created disappeared without a trace.

What's going on?

Is there anyone who is so blind?

All the ghosts and gods were all frowning, looking towards the source of the sound.

Bing San was so excited that his face flushed, and he ran over in a hurry, "Happy event, great happy event!"

Behind him, five ghost messengers followed him in a hurry, and also helped to shout, "Here we come, we come, bringing a great surprise!"

"How outrageous!"

General Xuehai frowned and said coldly, "It seems that you have won the battle, but, isn't it just a victory? Are you so excited that you get carried away? Now the underworld is facing a life-and-death crisis, how can you do this?!"

Bingsan was still too excited to control himself. He felt that every cell in his body was rejoicing. He even jumped a few times on the spot. "General, we not only won the battle, but we also got a great opportunity!" "

That's ridiculous!"

The general's face darkened. "You guys should just enjoy the opportunity secretly. Why are you shouting to the world? Are you showing off?"

The other ghosts and gods didn't look much better. If they didn't consider the situation wrong, they would have beaten Bingsan.

We are here to say goodbye to each other sadly, and you just come in so happily. Aren't you trampling on our feelings?

The old lady looked at Bing San with a friendly smile on her face, "Who is this ghost messenger?"

In fact, she was already thinking in her heart whether she should take him with her when she went to the Blood Sea.

The general of the Blood Sea said, "Old lady, he is a ghost soldier belonging to Yaksha, named Bing San."

"So old lady is here too." Bing San suddenly became a little nervous.

"Hmph! You are such an incorrigible child!" General Xuehai snorted coldly, and said dimly: "I thought the underworld today would make you more stable. After all, your family is about to be lost, and you should have seen through life and death. What else is there to be happy about? But when I saw you today, hey... I am so disappointed!"

Bingsan shrank his neck and couldn't help saying: "General, this opportunity is really great, I am so happy."

"How big is it? Can the underworld get through this difficult time?"

"I think, maybe, it seems, should, as if... it can." Bingsan said uncertainly.

"Bullshit!"

General Xuehai could hardly believe his ears, and shouted, "Were you captured by a ghost king, or were you brain-destroyed in the battle? How dare you say such a thing? I am ashamed for you!"

He felt extremely tired, and waved his hand, "Drag him out quickly, don't embarrass yourself in front of grandma." The

other ghosts and gods also shook their heads and looked at Bingsan, but they no longer had any intention of blaming him.

The underworld was about to be destroyed, and he must have been too sad, causing his mind to be unclear, and even began to daydream and talk nonsense.

"General, please stop. Look at my chance first!"

Bing San took out the calligraphy in his arms with awe and piety, and handed it to General Xue Hai. "This calligraphy was written for me by a master. I can't tell how deep it is, but it is definitely a treasure!"

"That's it? An ordinary calligraphy from the mortal world? I think you are really crazy!" General Xue Hai sighed and shook his head. He

casually took the calligraphy from Bing San's hand, and then opened it as if nothing had happened.

At first, he didn't think much of it and just glanced at it quickly.

The next moment, his pupils suddenly shrank, his whole body trembled, and he wanted to dig out his eyeballs and stick them on the calligraphy.

"This, this, this is..."

His mouth was dry, his blood was rushing, even the blood-colored armor on his body began to emit red light, and his voice was trembling with shock, "This is incredible, this is incredible!"