The netherworld is vast and boundless, and there are hundreds of millions of souls wandering in it, and there are always people who have high mana or perseverance in their lives who regain their memories by chance, and these souls are naturally unwilling to fall into reincarnation and start over. Therefore, in the netherworld, there are countless big ghosts who divide one side and accept the wandering ghosts under their command. As the years go by, as his own path improves, his wings are gradually growing, and many of the big ghosts who stand out are more ambitious, and they are no longer satisfied with one side, but set their sights on the center of the netherworld - the city of vain death.

The city of vain death is divided into ten halls, each of which can be turned into an independent city and wander in the netherworld.

The one who is in charge of the Ten Palaces is known as the Ten Palaces Yan Jun. It's just that this position of Yan Jun is not static, from ancient times to the present, there are often peerless ghosts who attack and kill Yan Jun and replace him himself. It's just that, for countless years, the rulers of the other nine halls have often changed, but the fifth hall master, King Yama, is eternal and the most mysterious.

"It turns out that today is the Son of Yama who is in charge of the eighteenth layer of hell, Ao Yuan has a lot of offenses, and I ask for forgiveness. "I don't know why, Ao Yuan, who has always been above the top, was very respectful to this skinny Fifth Yan Jun, and he clenched his fists from afar, saying that it was not.

"The Great Sage is polite, I don't know what happened to my visit today?" The thin figure staggered forward a few steps, and the four Yin handsomes hurriedly stepped forward to support him. This Fifth Yan Monarch is really like an old man in the twilight of the world, with inconvenient legs and feet. It's just that the old face full of ravines is full of gentle smiles, as if he has seen his favorite children and grandchildren.

"I want to go to the lava hell, and I hope that Yan Jun will be accommodating and open the door of the ghosts. Looking at the old man in front of him who seemed to be dying, Ao Yuan didn't dare to slack off, just because Long Zu had said that as long as he was in the netherworld, the king of Yama would have the same magical power as the demon emperor realm.

"Oh, for more than a thousand years, the lava hell has been so lively, and there have been several waves of famous gods and demons, but it is unusual. "Opening the ghost door without permission is a taboo for the Yin Division, but the king of Yama didn't care, just looked at Ao Yuan with a smile.

"Before me, there were gods and demons who entered the lava hell?Yan Jun, can you tell me who are the gods and demons?" "In the netherworld, there is a lack of spiritual energy, and for the gods and demons who rely on spiritual energy to cultivate, it is really the first fierce place in the world. And the characters who are worthy of their adventure, thinking about it, are only Satan.

"Alas, the human heart is unpredictable, and so are the gods and demons. For 2,000 years, those who have entered the underworld with their true faces are the only ones who have the ears of the great saints. The rest of the gods and demons are all using the art of change to cover up their true faces. The old man was old, and when he encountered such gods and demons, he was powerless to stop them, so he had to turn a blind eye. Just like you, the great sage, there is no opponent in the underworld, who can stop you? The old man will open this ghost door for you. The thin Yan Jun looked helpless, but on the other hand, Ao Yuan looked vigilant.

How could a strong man who could be praised by Long Zu as the number one in the Netherworld, really be so cowardly?

A moment later, the earth shook, and a head the size of a hundred zhang stuck out of the ground, with green fangs and very vicious. The Yama Hall was already a behemoth, but it was not even a third of this head.

The eyes the size of the city gate suddenly opened, and he glanced at the king of Yama, and the head slowly opened its bloody mouth.

The ghost king Yin Cao, an ancient giant, is said to be a descendant of Pangu, who is ten thousand feet tall, and has a world of his own in his belly, known as the eighteen-layer hell. That terrifying mouth is the only entrance to hell.

"There is Lao Yanjun, today's feelings, Ao Mou wrote it down. ”

Seeing that this mysterious Yan Jun actually opened the ghost door so easily, Ao Yuan thought for a while, and then strode into the mouth of Yin Cao.

The great sage of the sea, the world, let you have a thousand conspiracies, ten thousand tricks, I will break it with one shot. How about the Demon Emperor?

In just an instant, Ao Yuan's figure disappeared into the depths of the giant mouth. After a while, the huge mouth slowly closed, and the ghost king sank into the ground again.

"He came too early, you shouldn't have let him in. "A tall white-robed monk appeared behind the king of Yama with a compassionate face.

"He's coming, sooner or later. This world is a cage, and only he is the key to open this cage. I've been a jailer for so many years, and I'm tired of it. Aren't you the same? Jizo!" I was not surprised at the appearance of the monk, and the rickety figure gradually stood upright, and the old man who was about to die a moment ago was now like a high emperor, exuding boundless majesty. In the Netherworld, both the lowest-level ghosts and the highest-level ghosts and gods all knelt on the ground at the same time at this moment, expressing their submission to the true master of the Netherworld.

"Good, good, fate is born and dies, all are cause and effect. It's just that the road ahead is bumpy, how far has he got?" The legendary Jizo Bodhisattva, who swore that hell was not empty and that he would not become a Buddha, shook his head helplessly. Looking at the place where Ao Yuan disappeared, his eyes were full of compassion and expectation.

"The Seven Great Sages all came into being, and how far he can go depends on how far he wants to go. The majestic emperor looked at the gray sky, without sorrow or joy.