"The descendants of every family in the world, there are many who have obtained the template; Although we are already ghosts, we have never done evil, and it is merit to maintain the operation of the underworld. I heard that Zhao Jingyang is a reasonable person, let's welcome him here, make a request openly, and he should give us a good answer."

"That's true."

"I look at the Hanhai Royal Court, although it does not directly interfere in specific matters, and has no intention of rule; But it's always a credit for us to give away the underworld."

"But..."

At this point, a bunch of old ghosts frowned.

"The one... I'm afraid I won't allow it!" The old ghost who came down from Longhu Mountain said.

"What if you don't?" A strong man dressed as a layman shouted, "When the time comes, we will rush up and take her down, how can she allow it or not?"

"That's true." A scholar said, "In the end, we are also a soul returning to heaven and earth, and now we have an opportunity, no matter what. I will not hesitate to return to heaven and earth in advance!"

A bunch of old ghosts listened to it, and they were all bowed.

"That's fine." The old ghost of the Maoshan faction said, "Let's not bother that Zhao Jingyang to make a move, let's do it ourselves." That's how sincerity is demonstrated."

"That's a great thing."

"If you seek the Tao, you must be sincere and righteous. If the flies are sneaky and sneaky, what else do you ask for?"

A bunch of old ghosts, you look at me, I look at you, and they all laughed.

"Let's go!" The old ghost of the Maoshan faction said, "Before the Hanhai royal court arrives, let's go and grab her, and give her a greeting gift!"

"That guy has always pointed at us at 2:3, devouring ghosts at every turn, and I can't help her. I'm going to take the lead!"

...

After passing the Ghost Gate Pass, he slowed down and swam leisurely.

A group of women snuggled in front of the railing, 'admiring the scenery of the underworld.'

"Look at the tree, doesn't it look like a snake with three heads?"

"The flowers are bright and tight, gloomy at a glance, and the single flower is gorgeous and quite embellished."

"Is there thunder too?"

There was a dark cloud ahead, dark and dark, and there was a faint eerie thunder flickering in it.

"Is that a ghost town over there?"

Under the dark clouds, a dark giant city stretched.

Then he saw that the dark clouds were suppressed, and suddenly a thunderbolt fell, and a loud noise was heard in the distance; I vaguely saw some figures flying, and heard an angry roar: "Presumptuous!"

Even if it is separated by a hundred miles, it is like thunder.

When the women found out that something was wrong, they couldn't help but ask Zhao Jingyang, "What's going on there?"

Zhao Jingyang raised his eyes and smiled: "It seems that the ancestors of various families and factions are still sincere."

It turned out that not long ago, Zhao Jingyang told Uncle Nine about it; said that he wanted to enter the underworld to see if it was necessary to include the underworld in the Hanhai royal court.

Inform Uncle Nine and teach him to send a message to the underworld.

Here, how to structure it, Zhao Jingyang already knew in his heart. In the underworld, those who specifically implement the authority of the underworld are the predecessors of a group of human sects.

However, the real ruler of the underworld is a person called the king of Yama - only a god conceived by the underworld, the details are not very clear, and there is no detailed account of each sect.

The origin is a mystery.

Zhao Jingyang expected that there was a lesson from the past of the human sect, and this group of old sect ghosts in the underworld should have a welcoming attitude towards the Hanhai Royal Court.

….

But the so-called king of Yama is not necessarily.

In this trip, Zhao Jingyang's main target is this King of Yama.

If you want to use the raw materials, you have to do it yourself; I never thought that the old-timers of various sects would actually do it themselves.

In a word, there is no doubt that it is sincere.

I saw the ghost town in the distance shaking, and many ghosts and ghosts cried wolf; Among them, there were bursts of thunder, or there were sword lights, or talismans filled the sky; There is also a Sanskrit singing Buddha sound, which can be seen in the tragic white law!

The roar of rage was earth-shattering.

An eerie gossip array rose from the ground, and among them was a great emperor with a crown and a blue face and fangs. This gossip looks familiar, except that the color is wrong, it is clearly the innate gossip array of the Maoshan faction.

This formation, Uncle Nine is good at.

The one trapped in it is the so-called King of Yama.

This ghost god is rampage in the formation; In a gesture, the sword light was shattered, the talisman was annihilated, and the roar suppressed the Buddha's sound and Sanskrit, and the miserable white Buddha light was darkened.

A group of old ghosts trapped her, and they didn't dare to slack off in the slightest.

The old Taoist priest of Longhu Mountain roared like thunder, waving his hand and suppressing the crumbling innate gossip array, while shouting: "King Yama, you are still captured!"

The king of Yama roared angrily, "What a bunch of white-eyed wolves, I have to eat you today!"

"Amitabha!" A thin old monk sang, "King Yama, if you are captured, the opportunity is in front of you; has its own Hanhai royal court, maybe you will have a background. If you are obsessed, the old man will fight today but return to heaven and earth ahead of schedule, and he will be killed by you!"

The king of Yama held on to a thunderbolt, and the green fangs of the green face were blown up by the thunder, but he said, "I have received foreign aid!"

He slammed into the sky, knocking the gossip array into chaos.

"Good!" The king of Yama roared angrily, his big sleeves were like a curtain, and he swept a blow and swept out a few old ghosts who jumped up and down in the formation: "This monarch wants to see, where did the bullshit Hanhai King Court come from, and gave you bear-hearted leopard guts!"

This ghost god is good in the wind, turning into the body of a hundred ghosts and gods, with his arms propped up, roaring like thunder, and shattering the innate gossip array.

Seeing this, the old Taoist priest of Longhu Mountain hurriedly closed his hands and condensed a Dharma seal, which was the seal of the Heavenly Master Yang Pingzhidu!

This old Taoist priest has perfected the exercises of Longhu Mountain, and he can condense this treasure of the Heavenly Master with his divine will!

The big seal turned around, the dragon roared and the tiger roared, and it suddenly turned into a hill and suppressed it fiercely.

The king of Yama snorted and raised his fist to bombard, and the yin qi of the hit overflowed and the ghost town was turbulent. The seal couldn't be suppressed, and when the old ghosts around saw this, they hurriedly cast their magical powers, and the spell didn't need money, and they beat the king of Yama indiscriminately.

At this time, the ghost town is empty. There are many ghosts living there, and they have long fled from the wolves.

The two sides fought, and everywhere they passed, the buildings in the ghost town turned into ruins, which was simply a little expert in demolition!

On the one hand, there are many people, and the spell is mysterious; One side was born extraordinary, and his gestures were earth-shattering. Holding each other for a while, it is difficult to distinguish the winner from the loser.

The getaway hung in the distance, and Zhao Jingyang and a group of his own women were watching the battle.

I can't help but ask, "Looks evenly matched?"

Zhao Jingyang shook his head slightly: "I'm afraid it may not be."

But on the battlefield, the balance of victory and defeat gradually reversed.

But when he heard the king of Yama, he laughed wildly: "I am the king of Yama, and if the underworld is not destroyed, I will not die; My magic is infinite, and you ghosts are all dead to me!"

There was a loud earthquake, and the entire ghost town collapsed. Under this blow, a group of old ghosts are like kites with broken strings, scattering and flying, and the ghosts are extinguished, almost returning to heaven and earth!

Nineteen generations