"Ha! Is your life over?"

"Bah!"

Yan Chixia's eyes widened, he spat, and said disdainfully: "I am destined to die without any disease, and I want to accept a good and obedient disciple before I die. Now I haven't even accepted a disciple yet, how can my life span end?"

The ghost sneered, "Yan Chixia, considering that you once served in the human world, you are my colleague in the human world. Today, I will show you mercy and let you die with a clear mind. Listen carefully, your disciple inherited your mantle after your death, and died of natural causes because he died young. Now, you have interfered with the six reincarnations without authorization and disrupted the order of the underworld. Why don't you surrender quickly and follow me back to await your punishment!"

"Bullshit!" Yan Chixia said angrily, "I was reciting the 'Great Sutra of the Three Lives and the Resolving of Grudges' and following the orthodox salvation process. How could I interfere with the six realms of reincarnation without authorization?!"

"Okay, okay, you two ghost messengers can't tell good from bad, don't investigate right from wrong, and help the evil. Today, even if I have to risk my life, I will make a big fuss in the underworld and go to the Yama Palace to ask for an explanation!"

After he finished speaking, the magic sword in Yan Chixia's hand vibrated slightly, and a brilliant golden light bloomed on the sword.

The two ghost officials showed fear as golden light brushed their faces, but Yan Chixia had already approached with a sword in his hand, and the golden sword light slashed towards the ghost official on the left.

“Zheng——”

The ghost-head broadsword and the Xuanyuan sword collided with each other, and the gloomy ghost aura disappeared in the golden light.

The tall ghost on the left couldn't bear it anymore, and took two steps back and walked into the fog.

The skinny ghost on the right waved the soul-binding chain in his hand and smashed it towards Yan Chixia, shouting angrily: "Yan Chixia, you have committed a serious mistake and you still don't repent. If you don't surrender quickly, you will be thrown into the eighteenth level of hell and suffer for eternity!"

"Stop talking nonsense. If I don't go to hell, then whoever goes to hell, come back!"

Yan Chixia sneered, and the long sword in his hand broke the chains, slashing at the ghost with golden light.

Just as Yan Chixia was fighting with two ghost officials, a group of people appeared faintly on the official road outside the inn.

The man in the lead was surrounded by countless golden thunders, looking like the god of thunder descending from the sky, mighty and powerful. It was Zhao Lihe who hurried back after seeing Ning Caichen off.

He had guessed Yan Chixia's intention a long time ago, but only for the sake of the martial arts book did he cooperate with Yan Chixia to complete this drama.

Of course, acting is acting, and Zhao Lihe would never really let Yan Chixia go into the battle alone.

It just so happened that he was also very curious about the underworld of this world, and Zhao Lihe would naturally not miss the opportunity to take a glimpse of the whole picture.

Looking at the inn shrouded in fog on the side of the road, Zhao Lihe stopped and frowned slightly.

"Shen Lian, Ah Xian."

"Yes!" x2

"Blast the door open."

"Yes!" x2

Ding Xian and Shen Lian bowed and accepted the order.

The former swung his sword, and two white lights flew out from his arms, carrying a whistling airflow and slashing towards the door of the inn.

The latter spread out his five fingers, and countless blue arcs burst out from his body, gathering violently in his palm.

"Five Thunders Method - Palm Thunder!"

"boom!"

White light and lightning struck the door of the inn almost at the same time.

The entire inn trembled slightly, and then a layer of dark red light suddenly appeared.

The red light enveloped the inn, not only withstanding the bombardment of lightning and white light, but even a large dark red hand stretched out from it, trying to capture the two flying swallows dancing in front of the door.

Ding Xian sneered, and the two short knives burst into white light, instantly cutting off the dark red hand.

Afterwards, white light and lightning continued to bombard the inn, but they could not break through the layer of red light.

Zhao Lihe frowned, ordered the two men to retreat, then spread out his five fingers, and golden thunder flashed in his eyes.

“Boom!”

A golden lightning as thick as a bucket instantly shot out from his palm and hit the red light covering the outside of the inn.

The lightning dissipated, and golden arcs of electricity kept jumping on the red light shield, causing its surface to be constantly excited.

Zhao Lihe struck while the iron was hot and blasted a gap with a diameter of about three meters in one go.

Seeing that the red light at the gap was constantly fluctuating and seemed to be healing, Lu Jianxing leaped into the broken gap. Then his skin turned into brass color and his whole body was filled with infinite Tiangang Qi.

"Your Majesty, now!"

Lu Jianxing shouted loudly, and Zhao Lihe and the other two immediately stepped forward, entered through the gap, broke open the door and entered the inn.

Entering the lobby of the inn, the three brothers Lu Jianxing immediately drew their swords and stood guard beside Zhao Lihe, looking at the fog around them with vigilance.

"Where's Brother Yan?"

"Perhaps he has entered the underworld..."

Zhao Lihe answered softly, then pushed away Lu Jianxing who was blocking his way and reached a hand into the fog ahead.

As his arm went deeper, a whistling sound similar to the howling of a ghost suddenly came from the fog, and a cold and chilly feeling spread from his fingertips to his whole body.

Zhao Lihe withdrew his arm, looked at the ice chips hanging on his fingertips, and nodded slightly.

"It seems that this fog is the road to the underworld."

Lu Jianxing immediately said: "Your Majesty, let me go first!"

Zhao Lihe shook his head: "No, let's go together, so as not to appear in different places after entering the underworld."

The three brothers Lu Jianxing thought about it and felt that what His Majesty said made sense, so the four of them walked into the fog together.

In an instant, a cold and gloomy air rushed back, and the fog in front of the eyes was pulled open like a curtain, and ghostly fires lit up from the darkness ahead.

Zhao Lihe narrowed his eyes slightly and looked carefully.

I saw a demonic aura spreading ahead, so thick that it could be seen with the naked eye.

In the place where the demonic aura is the thickest, a huge black mountain sits on top of the cracked black soil. The hillside is crowded with dense black shadows. The dark ghost soldiers form a military formation, staring at the battlefield below with their ghost-like eyes.

On the battlefield, countless ghosts holding guns and shields and wearing black armor were constantly surrounding and killing Yan Chixia who was in the center.

At that time, golden light shone, the air exploded, Yan Chixia's eyes were wide open, holding the Xuanyuan Sword, like a tiger among a flock of sheep, with the blessing of golden light, he continued to slaughter the fearless ghosts around him.

Along with the wails and screams of the ghosts, hundreds of them were turned into ashes in the golden light.

But even so, the number of ghosts around Yan Chixia showed no sign of decreasing, but instead increased as he killed more of them.

Seeing this, Lu Jianxing couldn't help but whispered, "Your Majesty, do you want to help?"

Zhao Lihe did not reply, but narrowed his eyes and stared at the black mountain.

On top of the Black Mountain, among the densely packed ghosts, there stands a high platform, on the platform sits a ghostly sedan chair, outside of which stand eighteen ghost generals wearing shawls and armor and riding skeleton war horses.

Among them, the two ghost generals in the front wore black iron masks and each held a black flag in their hands with the words "Black Mountain" inscribed on it.

"It's indeed the Black Mountain Demon!"

Ding Xian couldn't help but curse: "This stinky old woman is not worth playing with. If you can't beat her, call for help!"

"It's just a matter of calling people, who can do that?" Zhao Lihe sneered, and then finally gave the order, "Lu Jianxing, Shen Lian, Ding Xian!"

"Yes!" x3

"The three of you go and help Hero Yan. Make sure you help him break out of the encirclement."

"Yes!" x3

The three brothers bowed and accepted the order, then turned around excitedly, leaped up, and rushed towards the direction where Yan Chixia was.

At the same time, Zhao Lihe soared into the sky, with golden thunder wrapped around his body, like a golden sun, hovering in the sky.

The golden lightning flashed in the sky, instantly attracting the attention of many ghost soldiers and even the eighteen ghost generals on the Black Mountain.

The tall ghost figure in the carriage frowned and said lightly, "Gui Ying."

"I will be here!"

"Capture that unknown Taoist priest. I will use his soul as a sacrifice!"

"yes!"

The tallest ghost general among the eighteen generals immediately took the order, swung the long spear in his hand, and rode the skeleton horse into the air, with the tip of the spear pointing directly at the dazzling golden thunder ball in the air.

At the same time, the three brothers Lu Jianxing had broken through the heavy ghosts and reached Yan Chixia.

Seeing the familiar faces of the three people, Yan Chixia was both happy and surprised. He quickly waved his magic sword and rushed to them.

"Brother Lu, Brother Shen, Brother Ding, didn't I tell you to leave immediately? Why are you back?"

Ding Xian controlled Shuangfeiyan to cut off the heads of the two ghost soldiers and said with a smile: "Brother Yan, you want to be a hero, but you haven't asked us brothers if we are willing to do so!"

Yan Chixia's palm glowed with golden light, and he cut all the ghosts in front of him in half. Then he looked at Ding Xian and the other two and sighed, "Three brothers, you are so determined for me, and I am very touched. But this is the underworld after all. You came here rashly, didn't you think that you might not be able to return?"

"Don't worry, Brother Yan!"

Shen Lian laughed loudly, and lightning surged all over his body, turning many ghosts into ashes.

"There is no place in this world that can hold my master!"

"Your master?"

Yan Chixia was slightly startled, then he remembered that they still had a master, so he quickly asked: "Brother Zhao is here too?"

Ding Xian smiled and said, "Of course, it's right there!"

Yan Chixia followed Ding Xian's gaze and saw the golden lightning shadow.

Of course, the ghost figure charging towards the Raikage did not escape his sight.

Yan Chixia was immediately shocked: "Oh no, a ghost is coming for your master!"

Shen Lian glanced at the ghost in the air and said with a faint smile: "It doesn't matter, it's just looking for death!"

Before he finished speaking, a deafening noise suddenly came from outside the battlefield.

Dozens of streams of light cut through the sky, piercing through the evil fog in an instant and hitting the ghost figure that was rushing towards them.

Countless flames exploded instantly, forming a huge fireball with a diameter of more than tens of meters in the air.

The scorching flames burned violently in the air, forming rolling heat waves that spread in all directions.

In an instant, it was as if a huge sun was rising in the sky, illuminating the entire battlefield shrouded in white fog as if it were daytime.

Yan Chixia stared blankly at the 'scorching sun', and could not help but move his gaze downwards, looking in the direction where the sound came from.

I saw huge figures appearing on the endless black plain at some point.

They were giant steel beasts that looked like they came out of the Classic of Mountains and Seas, with black scales covering them and a metallic luster. Countless shadowy figures could be vaguely seen beside them, as well as black dragon flags waving in their hands.

Looking at the bright word "Xia" on the dragon flag, Yan Chixia couldn't help but be stunned.

"…What is that?" Yan Chixia asked in surprise.

Ding Xian chuckled, puffed out his chest, and said proudly: "That is the righteous army of my Great Xia!"

Before he finished his words, a black shadow fell from the fireball and fell downwards.

In the sky, Zhao Lihe was surrounded by golden thunder. He stood in the air, watching coldly, and then shouted loudly.

"All soldiers, listen up!"

"exist!"

"Blast it!"