"The New Year is approaching, this king's plan can't be delayed any longer, all of you will go out and send Feng Siniang down for me."

Zhu Ziming, who closed his eyes and recuperated, opened his eyes and said that since the last time the evil baby was broken by the summer sun, he finally had a new move, and it was a rare outpouring of the nest.

"Yes, Lord Wang!"

The ghosts kneeling on the ground responded in unison, and then left the underground palace together under the leadership of Zhao Hao.

Last time, Tao Sanniang had obviously mixed into the Yin Division, but she was still picked up by that little Taoist priest, and her soul was scattered directly, but what about this time? This time he divided his troops into multiple ways, what else could that little Taoist priest do to stop his plan?

When this happens, he will slowly find trouble with this little Taoist priest, and let him spend the last good year on the mountain!

The line of sight followed Zhao Hao and his party out of the underground palace, to Jinling, to southern Anhui, and to northern Jiangsu, but Juyang was excluded, because they had already lost two people in that ghost place.

It's rare for a little ghost to hurt people, but the ghost knows if there is one at a glance, only to see a red-clothed ghost directly attached to a car, the driver who was already tired of driving was a little drowsy, just when he was about to light a cigarette to refresh himself, a voice sounded in his heart.

"If you're tired, get a good night's sleep when you're tired!"

The heavy eyelids closed instantly, and the car gradually lost control.

"Bang~~"

The crash occurred instantly, and the tumbling car stopped in the middle of the farmland, and the ghost flew out of the deformed body to continue looking for the next target.

The order given to them by the prince is to create accidental deaths as much as possible, and Feng Siniang will also be mixed in it and go down to the Yin Cao, as long as there are enough dead people, Na Maoshan will not be able to lift all these people back to the Yang world from the Yin Division.

The success of his own people into the Yin Division is the first step of Zhu Ziming's plan, why did he choose to do it at the end of the year is to catch Maoshan off guard, at this time they should be praying for the coming year!

Zhu Ziming understands the set of Maoshan very well, he spent three New Year's Holidays on the mountain back then, and at that time, one of the three palaces and five views was indispensable, and all of them had to be used as a blessing dojo, and the same is true today five hundred years later.

As Zhu Ziming thought, the whole Maoshan is busy at the moment, countless pilgrims are pouring up the mountain, waiting for the New Year's Eve to burn incense, and Xia Yang can't find the opportunity to be lazy, so he can only prepare the evening dojo with his brothers and sisters.

But for some reason, he was always restless, always feeling that something was going to happen.

When the sky darkened, the dojo of the Yuanfu Palace also began, and the presiding officer was the second senior brother Yixuan, as the only disciple under the seat of Qingyangzi, Yixuan was already in a position of high merit, acting as the presiding officer of Yuanfu.

Xia Yang is mixed in the brothers who play and sing Taoist music, as a disciple of Maoshan, not only can they subdue demons and eliminate demons, but they also have to be able to do Zhai Jiao rituals, although they are not art students, but Xia Yangla's hand is a good erhu.

In the solemn Taoist music, the prayer dojo was carried out in an orderly manner, and the good men and women outside the Sanqing Hall were also infected by this solemnity, and they didn't feel cold at all when they stood in the biting cold wind, but at this moment.

"Collapse~~Collapse~~"

The sound of two string breaks suddenly sounded, Xia Yang looked down, the two strings of the erhu in his hand broke together, and the second senior brother who was reciting the scriptures frowned, and he also noticed that something was wrong.

I saw him raise his hand slightly in the direction of Xia Yang, this is Yixuan signaling the junior brother to find the master quickly, the dojo cannot be interrupted, especially this kind of Chinese New Year's Eve dojo to pray for the country, so Xia Yang nodded and quietly left from the junior brothers.

This scene was not noticed by the good men and women outside the hall, leaving the main hall through the side door, Xia Yang went straight to the courtyard where the master was, many years ago Qing Yangzi was no longer presiding over such a dojo, and this year is no exception.

"Master, something happened, when I was doing the dojo, the two strings of the erhu were all broken."

Standing at the door, Xia Yang said directly, Qingyangzi in the room was reading a book.

"Oh? And such things? Rong Weishi counted. ”

Hearing such news, Qingyangzi was also shocked, the appearance of such a thing in the dojo was an omen given by God, so he couldn't help but treat it carelessly, let go of the book in his hand, and Qingyangzi directly pinched his fingers and counted it.

"It's the master, it's the ghost prince who is behind it!"

After a few breaths, Qingyangzi opened his eyes, and the essence light flashed from a pair of old eyes.

"It turned out to be him, it's really ghostly!"

Xia Yang said angrily, but he was not wrong, the ghost prince was originally a yin ghost, and he would not stop doing evil if he didn't scatter his soul.

"Master, what should we do now? Do you go down the mountain to hunt him down? ”

Speaking of this, Xia Yang only felt that his blood was boiling, but Qing Yangzi sighed and shook his head, extinguishing his blood.

"No, just stay in the mountains, they are divided into multiple ways this time, hiding the truth in the void, and the division can't calculate the real plan of the ghost prince, and there is no way to talk about chasing and killing!"

"Then can we just stay in the mountains and watch? Maybe someone has died because of him! ”

Seeing that the master had no choice, a deep sense of powerlessness hit Xia Yang's heart, maybe the ghost prince had already imagined their helpless appearance.

Indeed, at this moment, Zhu Ziming's laughter was echoing in the gloomy underground palace, because Zhao Hao had already brought back good news.

"Congratulations to the prince, Feng Siniang has successfully sent down the Yin Division, and the prince's great cause can be expected!"

Zhao Hao, who had a blue face and fangs, said with a smile, although his smile was more ugly than crying.

"Then I will borrow your auspicious words, and at that time, this king will sit in charge of the Yin Division and make you a prince!"

Zhu Ziming said with a smile, at this moment he no longer cares about anything, and his ambition is finally exposed in his words.

That's right, he went to great lengths to send his men to the underworld in an attempt to complete the underworld, and he wanted the Netherworld to change hands from now on.

It has been five hundred years since Zhu Ziming hid in the dark days of the underground palace, and he has long been fed up with the life of hiding in Tibet in the yang world, and the underworld is where he should be, but there is still the hindrance of the yin division.

Therefore, he had to go through some meticulous planning to be able to change his surname to Zhu from now on, and now Feng Siniang is the key to all this.

Having successfully infiltrated the Yin Division, she must escape before crossing the Nai He Bridge and go to the Vain Death City to carry out the next step, and these are things that the Maoshan disciples will never count.

How many people have cultivated into ghost kings in 500 years throughout the ages? When he was born, Zhu Ziming was a dragon among people, and after his death, he turned into a ghost cultivator, which is naturally also a natural asset.

The emperors of the human world have lost all their attraction to Zhu Ziming, but the true dragon son of the underworld is still very interested in doing it, and mastering the six realms of reincarnation is more tempting than mastering the life and death of human beings.