Chapter 20: The Ten Palaces of the Netherworld (1)

Yellow Springs Netherworld, the land of the dead.

Whether you are a demon saint or a celestial immortal, walking in this place of the dead, all your supernatural powers are not five out of ten.

In Shenzhou Huaxia, there are only four immortals and demons who can freely enter and exit the netherworld and are not suppressed by the law.

Lingshan Jizang, Beihai Aoyuan, fighting god Nezha, Tongling Yu Rong.

And in the depths of the underworld, there is also a group of demons who once incarnated as light, but somehow, they threw themselves into the realm of death, and at the cost of abandoning light, they lived in the netherworld for a long time, and they were also not suppressed by the law.

This is the fallen angels.

And their leader, the once high head of the Seraph, Lucifer Satan, was approved by the Ten Lords of the Ten Chambers to become the king of the ninth layer of lava hell.

Huangquan Road, the road of no return, lonely souls and wild ghosts are crying.

This dim realm of the undead is filled with a thick gray fog all year round, and countless muddy souls walk aimlessly in the fog.

In this world, not all living beings have the right to be reincarnated. Those who do not want to make progress in their lifetime, who are mediocre and incompetent, have no merit, do not enter reincarnation, have no sin, do not go to hell, but can only walk around the underworld all day long, until one day, their souls are lost, and they become part of this gray mist.

When Ao Yuan stepped into the netherworld with a yang body, the breath of the living creatures suddenly stimulated these undead to go crazy like hungry wolves. The envy and jealousy of the living made them want to tear Ao Yuan to pieces.

It's a pity that Ao Yuan, who is no longer bound by the Heavenly Dao of the world, just exudes a wisp of demon saint breath, and the undead who come like waves of the sea are reduced to pieces in the wail of pain.

Feeling the terrifying coercion, the rest of the undead trembled and hurriedly hid their bodies in the thick fog.

"Which way is the Mao God, trespassing on the Netherworld?" Suddenly, the dense fog parted on both sides, forming a wide road, from which four figures slowly walked.

A bull-headed human body, more than a foot tall, a red-haired fang, not angry and self-assured, a bloodless face, a white dress with a high crown, a leopard head and ringed eyes, burly and abnormal.

"The bull head, the ghost king, impermanence, the leopard tail... I haven't seen it for a thousand years, and the pomp and circumstance of you are becoming more and more magnificent. Glancing at the four menacing Yin Marshals, Ao Yuan stood quietly in the middle of the road, but in his long and narrow eyes, the cold light was shining.

“... You, you, you..." carefully looked at the purple-robed scribe in front of him, the ghost king who was the head of the ten handsome men, and his face instantly became even paler than the impermanence beside him. And the other three handsome were even more frightened and incoherent.

"The great sage spares his life, the great sage spares his life, the small one has eyes and no beads, forgets the great sage's respect, the small one deserves to die, the small one deserves to die. Recalling the miserable experience of the year, the four Yin handsomes hurriedly knelt on their knees and kowtowed again and again, only sighing that they had a bad year and met this great plague god.

Ao Yuan is gifted, and when he was young, he was able to enter the underworld and freely summon Huang Quan to appear in the yang world. Such a reversal of yin and yang naturally made the ghosts and gods of the underworld very angry.

There was equality, rotation, Qin Guang three Yan Jun led five Yin Marshals and five thousand Yin soldiers to capture the young Ao Yuan, at that time, Ao Yuan was only the realm of demons and immortals, but with the Yellow Spring as the sea, and the ghosts of the underworld. The outcome of this battle is unknown, only the whereabouts of the five thousand Yin soldiers are unknown, the five Yin marshals came out of retreat in the underworld for 600 years, and the three Yan Jun never talked about this battle. What's more, when Ao Yuan stepped into the Demon Sage, the Three Realms were spread, the Yang World Monkey King was the first, and the Yin World Covering the Sea Great Sage was called invincible.

"Which Yan Jun is in charge of the eighteen layers of hell today? "Eighteen layers of hell, the prison where the underworld punishes the souls of the dead who bear sins in their lives, where the souls can only enter reincarnation if they eliminate their sins. If Ao Yuan wants to go to the lava hell, he needs to find the Yan Jun on duty, otherwise, no matter how high and deep the mana is, he will not be able to find the entrance to the eighteen layers of hell.

"This..."The four Yin handsomes looked at each other, the eighteenth layer of hell is the heavy weapon of the underworld, if there is a half-point difference, even Yan Jun can't afford it. It's just that the evil star in front of him can't be offended. The handsome man in the dilemma can only smile bitterly.

"What a gut!" Ao Yuan's face turned cold, and with a wave of his hand, the four Yin handsomes floated out of thin air as if they had been grabbed by the neck and lifted up.

At this moment, Ao Yuan's heart is full of worries and thoughts about Daji, how to tolerate others to be disobedient.

"The Great Sage is angry, and I am coming. The thunderous sound came from far and near, countless undead fled in all directions, and in the distance, a behemoth slowly walked by.

In a moment, the huge thing was close at hand, but it was a huge city, under which countless human legs grew, and the end was terrifying.

Difu - Yama Temple.

"Boom!" The heavy city gate slowly opened, and a thin and short old man in sackcloth staggered out, just like an ordinary old man in the world.

It's just that when the thin figure walked out of the city gate, the four yin handsomes and the undead of the ten directions all knelt down in unison, bowing their heads and saying nothing.

"Hmph, it's you, the king of Yama. ”