"Oh? Yu Lei, Zhou Qi, Zhao Wenhe, isn't this the name of the ghost emperor of the five directions after the establishment of the underworld? ”

Zhao Gongming was secretly shocked in his heart, the five peaks they lived on were opposed to their names, if nothing else, these five people should become the five ghost emperors in the future!

Houtu smiled, "You ghost clan, living in the depths of the eighteen-layer Netherworld Sea, do not go out of the Netherworld Sea all day long, but if you go out, you will create a monstrous killing, the desolate ten thousand clans, I hate you and hate the itchy teeth." ”

Yu Lei was obviously the eldest brother among the five, and when he heard this, his face became visibly ugly.

"What does Houtu Ancestor Wu mean by this, what is the purpose, just say it."

Houtu still smiled, "From today onwards, the Netherworld, with me as the master, you only have two choices, one, surrender to me, and two, die here." ”

The sound of the earth fell, and the oppression of the quasi-saint Great Perfection level slowly leaked out, carrying mountains and seas, earth-shattering momentum, spreading to the eighteenth layer of the Netherworld.

Zhao Gongming was full of amazement on the side, worthy of being a Houtu Niangniang.

has a benevolent heart, but she is not that kind of virgin, and now she is like a domineering female president.

Xingtian was full of pride on the side, "Brother Gongming, my ancestor is domineering." ”

"Domineering, domineering!"

Yu Lei was stunned for a moment, and after a few breaths, his face changed slightly, and he became unkind, "Ancestral witch is threatening us?" ”

"It's not a threat, it's given you two choices, you choose one or the other."

Houtu's face was solemn.

Zhao Wenhe snorted lightly, "Lord Ancestral Witch, the Nethersea Sea is the territory of the Styx Ancestor, you want to move us, have you asked the Styx Ancestor?" ”

The River Styx is simply the talisman of the ghost clan, and the ghost clan stays in the Netherworld on weekdays, and generally does not go out, and as soon as they go out, they will dislike the supreme killing.

Once you provoke a strong enemy, you will immediately run back to the Netherworld, no matter how strong those enemies outside are, they will not dare to break into the territory of the Styx to attack the ghost clan.

Houtu smiled, "I came here because the Styx River friends agreed. ”

After speaking, her face became slightly serious, "Give you ten breaths to make a choice, otherwise, I will have to make a choice for you." ”

The five people of Yu Lei, as the actual rulers of the Netherworld, are also contaminated with immeasurable evil energy.

crossed them, and Houtu didn't feel it at all.

"Hmph, arrogant, my Netherworld, how can I allow you to be presumptuous!"

Zhou Qi shouted, the cultivation of the peak of Da Luo Jin Immortal was all condensed in one palm, and then with the momentum of overwhelming the mountains and seas, he hit the back soil!

"Boom, boom!"

The entire Netherworld Sea has undergone a great, majestic palm force, as if it has turned into a world, crushing the back earth.

"Stubborn!"

Houtu shook his head slightly, and pointed out, and the palm prints that covered the sky and the sun quietly turned into smoke and dust.

Then she touched it again, the power of the earth, her heart moved at will, and Zhou Qi's whole person was directly knocked out as if she had been hit hard, and she was covered in breath, fell to the bottom, and instantly became sluggish.

suppressed Zhou Qi with a snap of his fingers, and Houtu didn't even move his body, which was extremely relaxed.

"Five more breaths."

Yu Lei and the other four ghost kings glanced at each other with Zhou Qi, who was on the ground and his face was like gold paper, and the surrounding atmosphere suddenly became subtle.

Xing Tian came to Zhao Gongming's side and whispered, "Brother Gongming, I heard that the ghost clan has a tough personality, and no one is afraid, so they won't really do it, right?" ”

Zhao Gongming smiled, "You can see if you look at it again." ”

The four of Yu Lei glanced at each other with Zhou Qi, and their attitudes immediately became respectful, "I'm waiting, and I'm willing to serve Hou Tuzu Wu as the master." ”

Hou Tu said casually, "Since you recognize the Lord, then make a heavenly oath." ”

The Heavenly Dao Oath, as long as it is a race and a living creature in the Flood Desolation, all of them can take effect.

Yu Lei's beard trembled, "Lord Zuwu, this."

"Huh?"

Houtu's voice was a little colder.

"Yes, I'll make a heavenly vow now."

"I'm Yu Lei, I'm Zhao Wenhe, I'm Zhou Qi. We are willing to serve the ancestors of the Wu clan as the main one, be loyal, have no two hearts, have to be rebellious, the sky thunders, there is no place to bury the dead, and the heavens will learn from it. ”

As Yu Lei's voice fell, above the Netherworld, the heavenly thunder roared, and the Heavenly Dao Oath took effect.

Yu Lei stepped forward and said respectfully, "Dare to ask my lord, is there anything we need to do?" ”

Hou Tu said, "Go and bring me all the ghost clans in the Eighteen Netherworld Seas that are contaminated with evil energy, and I will transform them." ”

"Ahh

Yu Lei was frightened, but he didn't expect that Lord Zuwu's final purpose was to attack his ghost clan.

"I'll take the order."

Zhao Wenhe hurriedly pulled Yu Lei and retreated with the ghost kings.

Suddenly, in the eighteenth layer of the Netherworld, it became silent again, leaving only Houtu, Zhao Gongming, and Xingtian.

Xing Tian scratched his head, "Lord Zuwu, the ghost clan is cunning, aren't you afraid that they will sneak away?" ”

"In the face of absolute strength, everything is vain, what's more, Uncle Houtu didn't make a move on them, what are they running?"

Houtu nodded, "The ghost clan is extremely evil, I hope to earn a little more merit and break a broad road for my Wu clan." ”

Houtu, we must do our best to avoid the fate of the witch clan and the demon clan from ending up together.

After a while, Yu Lei and the others came, holding hundreds of ghost clans in their hands.

The green face and fangs, the cloak is scattered, the shape is strange, and a thick bloody aura is rushing towards the face.

The cultivation is high and low, the highest has the Golden Immortal, the weakest has the Earth Immortal, and the Heavenly Immortal level.

Obviously, this is Yu Lei and a few people picking up the ghost clan with low cultivation and catching it for Houtu.

Houtu didn't care, so he took one over and began to cross.

Houtu is the ancestor of the earth, and it is still the only ancestor witch with a primordial god, and it has its own set of special methods to cross.

Soon an hour passed, and a green-faced fang, the ghost clan of the Golden Immortal Realm was crossed.

In an instant, thirty percent of the merit from heaven was distributed to the Styx by Houtu, and the other sixty percent fell into Houtu's body, which offset the karmic evil qi on his body, and the remaining one percent fell into Zhao Gongming's body.

"Uncle Houtu, this is."

At this moment, Zhao Gongming was a little overwhelmed.

"You gave me this glimmer of life for the Wu Clan, if it weren't for you, the Wu Clan would really be on the wrong path and never return."

A shallow smile appeared on Houtu's face, which further set off its glow and moon charm, and it was peerless.

"Okay."

Zhao Gongming did not refuse in the end, in addition to merit, there was also Houtu's persistence.

In a flash, a hundred years of time passed in a hurry, and the ghost clan of Houtu crossed day and night, and had accumulated a lot of merit.

Zhao Gongming also benefited a lot, and the golden wheel of merit behind him became more and more condensed.

Zhao Gongming believed that one day, he would sacrifice the Golden Wheel of Merit, and he would not dare to kill him for fear that the saint would come in person.

On this day, Zhao Gongming said goodbye to Houtu, who was in the Netherworld Sea, concentrating on merit and seeking a way out for the Wu clan.

It wasn't interesting for him to continue to stay in the Netherworld, so it was better to go back sooner.

It has been hundreds of years since the master preached the Tao and established the religion, and it is not a matter for him, a big disciple of the sect, to never go back.

(End of chapter)