Chapter Twenty-Three: Follow the Trend and Step into the Netherworld

Dogs that bite don't bark.

Whether it is the place where the tree demon grandma is entrenched, that is, Lanruo Temple, or the centipede spirit Pudu Cihang falls, there are all black mountain demons involved.

For the first time, it is a doppelganger composed of corpses.

The second time, the condensed Yama Dharma Body.

They have completely bonded with each other.

Because of this, Meng Fan had expected the attack and killing, but he didn't know what method the old demon had used, and the meaning revealed in his words was very clear:

Able to control one's own longevity.

The poor Dao came from another world, and he didn't dare to say that he was beyond the Three Realms, and he was too clear to be free, but it was also an alternative way to jump out of the Three Realms and not in the Five Elements.

What's more, who doesn't have a judge's pen and a book of life and death?

Although he didn't know what form it was in the underworld, the artifact in his hand was absolutely authentic!

As Black Mountain cast a spell with the help of the altar, a light gray invisible thing crossed over and firmly attached to the surface of Meng Fan's skin, and the surrounding stones began to weather, and the vigorous grass and trees turned into dead branches and leaves between breathing.

However, he couldn't hurt Meng Fan's origin.

"What should I be?"

"That's how it works."

The development of events has never been unexpected, if he can be wiped out by the old demon using divine power, or be affected, it will be called off the charts.

As for how this guy knows his real name, it can be easily deduced, probably related to the group of female ghosts released in Lanruo Temple in the past.

"How is that possible?!"

The city is dead in vain, and the roar continues.

The old demon of Montenegro has been preparing for a long time and paying a great price for today's situation, but the result is like this, and he can't even talk about the thunder and rain, so how can he be willing?

"Evil beast, what other means, even if you use it, you will continue here and there."

The sound penetrated through the diaphragm of the two realms, directly from the yang world to the netherworld, echoing in the ears of the old demon of the Black Mountain.

In vain in the city, Montenegro was speechless.

As a black mountain that opened its wisdom early, lived for tens of thousands of years, and saw the immortal Buddha, it can definitely be called a living fossil of the demon race.

And these, thanks to the caution engraved in the depths of the soul, in exchange for other demons, in the face of such ridicule, there is a high probability that the unruly spirit in the bones of the demon clan will be stimulated, and they will be killed directly, but the 10,000-year-old shrinking turtle endured it on the spot.

Self-proclaimed Taoism, unrivaled by supernatural powers?

does not exist.

It only stays in the Netherworld, and meets the enemy on its home turf.

"The mountains don't welcome me, I come by myself."

Meng Fan knew the character of the old demon, and seemed to have a violent temper, and directly took advantage of the situation to kill the underworld.

Seeing a flash of sword light, a portal to the underworld was formed in the void, and he stepped into it, easily crossing the boundary wall, and when he came back to his senses, he was already in a strange world.

"I didn't expect that when the poor Dao first came to the underworld, it was in a dilapidated world where the immortals and Buddhas had disappeared."

"Evil spirits!"

As soon as his feet were steady, Meng Fan's brows immediately furrowed, and he found that something was wrong.

As far as the eye can see, the whole world is almost condensed into the essence of the evil spirit, there is a round of waning moon hanging high in the sky, blood-red, sprinkling a strange brilliance is extraordinarily cold, making people's hearts chill, but it is of great benefit to the evil demons and demons.

Before killing Pudu Cihang with the sword immortal gourd, the centipede essence condensed qi luck and said that there was a supreme demon lord slaughtering the immortal Buddha......

This statement is by no means unfounded.

It's just that it's too appalling.

All the immortals and Buddhas died at the hands of demons?

Three Qing, Four Emperors, Five Elders, Six Divisions, Seven Yuan, Eight Extremes, Nine Yao, and Ten Capitals, such a great supernatural person who was born as a saint, can't stop the evil demons?

If he believed it directly, Meng Fan's Dao heart might be greatly impacted, so as long as he found substantial evidence, he would believe in this matter and analyze it.

At the end of the dynasty, people's hearts are sinister, demons are everywhere, and the two worlds of humans and ghosts are almost interconnected.

Now, Shi Shu

The method of dividing the mountain sect sword into two realms, Meng Fan fell in an unknown place in the netherworld, and just as he was seriously looking at the environment and thinking about related matters, there was a movement on his side.

At the same time, a gloomy voice sounded:

"Human? In hundreds of years, I have never seen anyone dare to break into the underworld!"

It gives a sense of overlap.

At a casual glance, he saw that about two miles away from him on the left-hand side, there was a pitch-black hill, and countless green rays of light lit up.

Immediately afterwards, whispers rang out in this area, all talking about the appearance of living people in the netherworld, like the group of people who ate melons in the later generations.

"Scratch your tongue and ask for directions."

Meng Fan beckoned, and the method usually used to shoot objects in the air directly rolled up a violent wind, which was irresistible, and the enveloping range was determined by the mana that spread out in a rippled shape.

In an instant, thousands of imps flew up.

"Stinky Daoist!"

"Run, run, someone has mana."

"Lord Oni save me!"

A group of imps screamed in a mess, unable to do any harm, but upsetting, and because of the resentment of a person after death, his intelligence was very low, close to that of a child.

"Forget it, catch the Ghost King."

Meng Fan frowned slightly, and continued to stand still, waiting for the ghost king to come by himself when he heard the movement.

Boldness of execution stems from superb skill.

I am not even afraid of the old demon of Montenegro, and I am afraid that even the tree demon grandma can't compare.

"Daoist? Which stinky Taoist priest dares to come to the territory of this king to find bad luck, and I don't know how to write dead words?!"

Thousands of minions, the number is not small, so the speed of the ghost king entrenched here is very fast, about ten breaths, and a roar is heard in the distance.

Following the prestige, a huge powerful ghost about a foot tall came straight up, his eyes were as red as copper bells, and the pitch-black ghost aura was quite strong.

"Boy, report to your own house quickly."

It's not stupid, I didn't start working as soon as I came up, at least I knew how to ask about the background, and I thought I could ask for a name.

"Where is this?"

"What is the situation in the underworld?"

Facing the monstrous ghost king, Meng Fan did not answer, but asked directly, and because there were too many questions, he simply asked him to confess everything he knew, just like interrogating a prisoner.

Because judging from the aura revealed by this ghost king, it is indeed weaker than the tree demon grandma, and it can be won with a flip of the palm.

"Stinky ......"

The words came to an abrupt end.

The unruly ghost king knelt down instantly.

I don't know when, a real dragon formed by the true fire of Samadhi, roared in the sky, and then flipped in the air, and the monstrous dragon body was about to wrap around the ghost king's body, and the scorching mouth was facing the head.

It doesn't take much to process, the dragon's body is tight, and there is no need to breathe out at all, and the ghost king will evaporate on the spot.

Big fist, reasonable.

Say what is what.

In this case, the ghost king simply went to the extreme, without the slightest domineering, knelt on the ground and wailed in fear, and said while knocking: "Spare your life, a real person spare your life!"

The terrifying Samadhi True Fire contained in the shell of this fire dragon was infinitely powerful, enough to easily incinerate it to ashes and completely dissipate between heaven and earth.

"Don't talk nonsense, tell me what you know."