"Maniac, if you dare to call the name of Emperor Xudu, you will be sent to the Infernal Hell today. ”

The leading ghost soldier, his whole body bulged with anger, and fist-sized blisters appeared on his face.

The blisters burst with a bang, and a large amount of yellow water flowed out, which was disgusting and terrifying to watch.

It seems that this thing was probably burned to death before his death.

The yin wind shouted, and the fierce spirit was flourishing.

Most of these ghost soldiers are made up of wicked people.

They have done too much evil to be reincarnated, so they become Yin soldiers and accumulate merit in this underworld.

When the merit is full, you can be reborn.

Who will let go of this good opportunity to make meritorious contributions now.

Wouldn't it be nice to catch this madman, and when the time comes, the judge, to write a stroke in your merit book?

At that time, maybe you can enter the Fengdu Hall and become a member of the Imperial Forest Army.

That is still a hairy life, and directly turns to ghost cultivation, that is the great creation.

As the saying goes, reality is full, and ideals are cruel.

A gorgeous and peerless woman's figure, appearing beside Xiao Chen, is the god of death who has been living in the bracelet.

As an ancient god, although the heaven and the earth are not the same heaven and earth, the innate coercion of the dead is still there.

"Get on your knees. ”

The Grim Reaper sat on top of the water circle created by the tide of death, and the majestic voice turned into sound waves, overlapping and overlapping.

The terrifying coercion was released in an instant, sweeping through the entire city of vain death like an autumn wind sweeping away leaves.

Whether these necromancers were willing or not, they were forced to kneel down by this coercion.

This is the domineering of the upper and lower levels.

Even though the Grim Reaper has no power now, the power of the superior is still there.

"Who are you?" the leading cavalry looked at the god of death in horror, this kind of coercion is only possessed by the Emperor Xudu.

"Oh, we're here to do something, don't be so domineering!"

Xiao Chen walked towards the city with a smile, and when he passed by the cavalry, he kicked him in the ass.

"Let you be crazy and cool and drag and blow up the sky. ”

The cavalry wants to die, what is this messing with?

All the way into the city, looking at the dense kneeling souls in the city, Xiao Chen frowned.

"Why are there so many unjust souls, is this guy Leng Xiaolu lazy again?"

Xiao Chen still remembers that in order to train this guy to be a qualified king.

The Prison Dragon took him with him and brought down several countries in the illusion.

At this moment, a streamer rose from the City Lord's Mansion in the distance.

Several figures appeared in front of Xiao Chen.

They seemed to have some resistance to the coercion of the Grim Reaper, but it could be seen that they were still affected and their faces were very bad.

"Is it you?" a middle-aged man with a majestic face looked at Xiao Chen and shouted in surprise.

"Alas, who are you, do you know me?" Xiao Chen looked at the middle-aged man, a little curious.

"I am the king of Bian Cheng, ruling over this city of vain. The middle-aged man nodded and continued: "I have met adults once, and you have a good relationship with Emperor Xudu and his old man. ”

Xiao Chen scratched his head, it was estimated that when he came to Hell to find a cold path, it happened that this product was on the side!

"Sister Death, it's okay, don't scare these ghosts. ”

Now that you have met an "acquaintance", then things are much easier.

Death nodded lightly and returned to the bracelet.

King Bian Cheng covered his liver, and after being afraid for a while, he asked cautiously, "My lord, who was the woman just now?"

"Orthodox Grim Reaper, but not the Grim Reaper of this age. ”

"Death?" King Bian Cheng looked confused, it seems that he doesn't have this title these days.

Xiao Chen casually dealt with two sentences, and then asked, "Is Leng Xiaolu there?"

"Yes, come with me, my lordship. "King Bian Cheng led the way through the city of vain death.

"By the way, why are there so many unjust souls in the vain city now?" Along the way, Xiao Chen found that the number of unjust souls far exceeded his expectations.

"Alas!" King Bian Cheng sighed helplessly.

"What, is something wrong?" Xiao Chen frowned.

"It went wrong a few years ago, and for some reason, sometimes the Samsara Temple is in turmoil. ”

"For the sake of the safety of reincarnation, in times of turmoil, Emperor Xudu will close the entrance to reincarnation, which causes the delay of reincarnation. ”

"Many of these unjust souls are when the time comes, and they should go to the Senluo Hall to receive the judgment. ”

"But because of the turmoil in the Hall of Reincarnation, a large number of souls are stranded, and they can only wait here. ”

"Have you found the reason for the turmoil?" Xiao Chen asked.

The hell of the earth is an important place that governs the unique reincarnation, and if something goes wrong, it may cause the collapse of a part of the heavenly dao.

"No, the Emperor Xudu, his old man, also tried to look for it, but he only said that he saw a burning river roaring wildly, and the rest did not make much progress. ”

King Bian Cheng tugged at his sparse beard, his face full of sorrow.

If we delay like this, then hell will be overcrowded, and that will be the big problem.

Xiao Chen estimated that his big beard was ripped off by him like this.

"The long river of burning?" Xiao Chen thought for a while, and suddenly remembered the long river of karmic fire in the underworld.

The unlucky guy in the Hades seems to have said that since the fire lotus was taken away by the demonic Xiao Chen, the karmic fire has been restless, causing the entire underworld to begin to turmoil.

"Is there any connection between the two?"

Xiao Chen rubbed his chin and found that he had no beard, so he laughed dryly.

"It's okay to ask that stupid dog!" Xiao Chen thought about it and felt that this was a solution.

After all, he is the emperor, and there are many ways to turn his brain.

……

In the main hall of Fengdu.

A man with an extremely beautiful appearance and a dragon robe was lying on a dragon chair.

The long golden hair spreads out like a waterfall.

Leng Xiaolu is getting more and more beautiful, and at a glance, this appearance can be equal to that of a dog.

A white-armored general looked out of the main hall worriedly.

The coercion from the city of vain death just now made him feel a little uneasy.

But he couldn't leave Leng Xiaolu's side, in case something happened to Emperor Xudu, no one could afford to take this responsibility.

The cold path was boring and rolling on the huge dragon chair.

"Oh, what the hell is going on in the Hall of Reincarnation, I'm going to go out and play. ”

Leng Xiaolu rolled and muttered.

General Baijia couldn't laugh or cry, after so many years, his own king was still the same, always thinking about running out for a walk, or just talking about his brother Xiao Chen.

Although the general told him that Xiao Chen had died in battle, Leng Xiaolu didn't believe it at all.

Leng Xiaolu always said, "Brother Xiao Chen, I will come to see him one day." ”

Although Leng Xiaolu adheres to the concept that Xiao Chen is not dead, General Baijia often sees Leng Xiaolu secretly wiping his tears when no one is around.

Maybe Leng Xiaolu admitted the fact that Xiao Chen had died in battle, General Bai Jia felt.

(End of chapter)