Chapter 797 Old King of Hell, Welcome to the Holy Palace
"Stop talking nonsense, do you want to die?"
The hot-tempered Zhu Rong roared, and his roar echoed throughout this dark restricted area.
Dijiang directly transformed into the true body of the Ancestral Witch, like a chaotic demon god, with a hideous and terrifying posture. Just by looking at the muscles on his body, one could feel the terrible power contained in it.
The mysterious giant face smiled and said, "Your enemy is not me. Didn't you go to the Heavenly Dao just to revive Pangu?"
"Let's not talk about whether we can find it or not. Even if we do, and you resurrect Pangu, how will the relationship between the beings of the Heavenly Dao and Pangu be handled? Will the Heavenly Dao be under Pangu's command? Can the mighty Heavenly Dao tolerate this? Can Pangu tolerate leaving the Heavenly Dao?"
His words were full of sarcasm, mocking the simple-mindedness of the ancient witches.
Di Jiang asked in return: "Have you ever seen our Father God?"
The mysterious giant face said, "Pangu has fallen for so long, so I naturally haven't seen him. Aren't you the same?"
"The power of God the Father is invincible."
"Oh? You mean if Pangu is resurrected, Shenwei Tiansheng will not be his opponent?"
Dijiang said nothing more.
If word of this gets to the Heavenly Dao, it will be bad.
The mysterious giant face smiled sinisterly and said, "Emperor Jiang, ah Emperor Jiang, times have changed. Pangu is no longer invincible. Not to mention those ancient beings who survived from the beginning of chaos, even the Taoist Ancestor has surpassed Pangu. To revive Pangu would be a catastrophe for you. Your top priority is to strengthen yourselves, not blindly pursue the power of your ancestors."
Di Jiang frowned; these words made his heart waver.
really.
If Pangu were to be resurrected, he would not be at his full strength and would surely face the revenge of the Chaos Demon God.
These Chaos Demons have practiced for countless more years than Pangu!
As both are Chaos Demon Gods, even if there is a difference in their qualifications, it will not be that drastic.
The mysterious giant face then disappeared, leaving behind a message:
"If you can figure it out, feel free to join the Fates. All Fates are equal and are here to overthrow Chaos. If the Wu Clan is willing to help the Fates, when the Dark Ages come, the Wu Clan will gain a status like the Heavenly Dao Human Clan, and you will all be the new Dao gods!"
The ancient witches looked at each other.
It turns out to be fate!
Of course they knew about fate. They had fought against it before in heaven.
The dark instincts of the Great Sage of Void Soul caused them to be beaten by the thirteen lives. If Han Jue had not put an end to them quickly, they would probably have died.
By this calculation, life is still their enemy!
Gong Gong said in a deep voice: "Brother, don't believe him. Who the hell is he? He insulted us and then threw us away? Ridiculous!"
The other ancestor witches nodded one after another, all filled with righteous indignation.
Di Jiang snorted, "Of course I won't believe him. Let's continue on our way to the Heavenly Path!"
The huge hand continued to move forward, faster than before.
…
The underworld, the Palace of Yama.
Yang Tiandong supported his chin with one hand, yawning, feeling bored.
A deafening roar came from outside the hall, shaking the Yama Hall, but Yang Tiandong was not panicked at all.
Soon, several ghost soldiers were kicked in and hit the wall behind Yang Tiandong. Then, two terrifying figures rushed in.
"Hahaha, brother, this underworld is just like this. It can't stop you and me at all!"
"Supreme Brother, stop dawdling and grab the Book of Life and Death!"
The visitors were Xia Zhizun and Qin Ling.
Since obtaining ninety-nine Emperor Yuan Pills, Qin Ling's cultivation began to soar, attracting considerable attention in the Divine Palace. Later, by chance, he ran into Xia Zhizun, and the two became acquainted with each other. Although Qin Ling was no match for Xia Zhizun, his stubbornness moved Xia Zhizun, and the two later became sworn brothers.
This time when they broke into the underworld, they had already broken through eighteen Yama Palaces, but still could not find the Book of Life and Death, so they rushed to Yang Tiandong's palace.
Yang Tiandong is the Great King of Hell in the underworld, above the Eighteen Kings of Hell. Only souls with great karma or extraordinary luck can enter his palace, and he will decide their reincarnation.
Xia Zhizun stared at Yang Tiandong defiantly and said with a smile: "Old Yanluo, quickly hand over the Book of Life and Death. The way of heaven is peaceful, and we don't want to kill people. The ghost soldiers along the way are just injured, but we don't have that much patience."
Old man?
Yang Tiandong laughed angrily. He casually threw the Book of Life and Death at the feet of Xia Zhizun and the other man, and said unhappily, "What are you going to do? Hurry up and get out of here when you're done!"
Xia Zhizun and Qin Ling were stunned.
This Yama is very arrogant, but his actions are very honest.
Just as Xia Zhizun was about to curse back, Qin Ling stopped him and said, "Hurry up, there are many powerful people hiding in the underworld, and it will be difficult to end the matter if it gets out of hand."
Hearing this, Xia Zhizun glared at Yang Tiandong hatefully, then opened the Book of Life and Death and began to check it quickly.
Yang Tiandong sat at the table with his chin supported by his hands, staring at Qin Ling with emotion.
It seemed like it was just yesterday that Qin Ling last came.
Time flies.
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Qin Ling felt uncomfortable when he saw his gaze, and couldn't help asking, "Why are you staring at me like that?"
Yang Tiandong smiled and said, "Nothing, I was just wondering when we will meet next time."
"Humph, I won't come again, don't worry."
"That's not necessarily true. Some things are destined. It's fate."
"You mean I'm going to die?"
"It cannot be said. It cannot be said."
Qin Ling frowned, feeling inexplicably uneasy about what Yang Tiandong said.
At this time, Xia Zhizun tore off a page from the Book of Life and Death, threw the Book of Life and Death back, and cursed: "Let's go quickly, this old King of Hell must be lonely and wants you to come down to accompany him. Don't pay attention to him. Ghosts like him seem to be immortal and carefree, but they have also lost the meaning of living."
He pulled Qin Ling away quickly.
Yang Tiandong’s smile froze.
Why does this bastard speak so hurtfully?
Yang Tiandong began to calculate Xia Zhizun's identity and took note of it secretly.
"Just wait, you little brat. Sooner or later you will fall into my hands. Forget about reincarnation. I will make you a pig and a dog, sinking into the cycle of reincarnation."
Yang Tiandong cursed in his heart, feeling extremely depressed.
…
Inside the Taoist temple.
Han Jue opened his eyes. He had been in seclusion for another ten thousand years. He wanted to continue practicing, but Xuandu Saint informed him decades ago that the Twelve Ancestral Witches had arrived.
The leader of Tianjue Sect opened a temple in the dark restricted area outside the Heavenly Dao, named Yingsheng Palace. It is not far from the Chaos Heavenly Road and is specially used to receive powerful guests from Chaos.
The Twelve Ancestral Witches were too powerful, and they were resurrected in the chaos. Except for the goddess Hou Tu, no one could enter the heavenly way. The goddess Hou Tu could only walk in the underworld and outside the thirty-three heavens, and could not enter the fairyland or the myriad worlds.
The Wu Clan has been waiting in the Yingsheng Palace for decades and is becoming increasingly impatient.
Just at this moment.
Han Jue arrived at the gate of Yingsheng Palace and stepped into the hall.
The witch clan and the leader of Tianjue were both meditating and practicing in the hall. At first, they did not sense Han Jue's aura until a great witch who was not practicing caught a glimpse of Han Jue.
“Here it comes!”
The Great Shaman spoke softly, startling the Ancestral Shamans so much that they all opened their eyes and looked.
Han Jue, who is full of treasures, is so imposing that anyone would feel ashamed in front of him.
(End of this chapter)