The eighteen layers of hell are not yet perfect, and the Netherworld has only rebuilt a large framework. As far as the eye can see, these hells are empty, the terrain is not undulating, more like a vast void.

Once they fall into hell, their souls will become muddy, they retain their memories, but they lose most of their autonomous consciousness, and can only be numb by the overall will of hell, and endure the terrible pain of various punishments in hell.

Emperor Yan and his subordinates returned to the Netherworld and observed the situation of the eighteen layers of hell through a water mirror. Including Lingmo Yan Jun, all Yan Jun were very excited, but the first batch of "harvests" since the Netherworld rebuilt the eighteenth layer of hell.

The first batch can be so huge, and they are all gods, which makes the Netherworld, who has been secretly fighting against the Divine Mountain, excited, and the fruitless Emperor Yan can expect that his prestige in the Netherworld will definitely increase greatly, and soon surpass several other Yama Emperors.

Lingmo Yan Jun asked, "Your Majesty, what should you do with these guys?"

"All the Heroic Spirits are refined, and the soul power obtained is used to perfect the eighteen layers of hell. God and God, keep it, they are needed in the eighteen layers of hell. ”

"Yes!"

After all the Yan monarchs retreated, Emperor Yan showed a relieved smile and muttered to himself, "I have finally completed this crucial step, Song Zheng, I really want to thank you." ”

He suddenly stretched out his hand, lightly touched on the water mirror, and the picture of the god of Yi was enlarged, and Emperor Yan reached out and grabbed it, and actually passed through the water mirror and took three divine arrows from the god of Yi!

Then he carefully packed the three arrows with a dull black leather bag, and took out a dark golden rope to firmly bind the leather bag, completely covering the breath of the three divine arrows.

He recycled away the water mirror, turned and walked into the apse, and in a nondescript cloister, he suddenly stepped out into a hidden void passage, and a moment later, he stepped out of a sea of stars.

This place is extremely chaotic, one after another chaotic void cracks are scattered throughout the entire range of hundreds of millions of miles, and there are constantly broken stars falling into it, this kind of area, known as the "Grave Star Field" in the sea of stars, is one of the most dangerous areas, even the gods are not willing to enter it easily.

It didn't take long for Emperor Yama to appear, and in the void in front of him, a little light lit up, and soon condensed into a whirlpool of light, and a voice came out from inside: "It's here?"

Emperor Fruitless Yama threw the black leather bag into the ball of light, and then asked, "How's the progress on your side?"

"It's going well, now that we have this god-destroying arrow, our plan can be fully rolled out. Then the voice was suddenly full of resentment, and roared in a low voice: "After all these years, we finally see the hope of revenge!"

"The sacred mountain will definitely collapse!" to no avail, Emperor Yan also gritted his teeth and swore a solemn oath.

......

Song Zheng returned to the Hongwu World under the welcome of the ascending powerhouses, and returned to the Refining Small Cave Heaven World in a low-key manner, still honestly guarding the door.

Then, according to the previous plan, the countries and tribes dealt with this matter in a low-key manner, without any publicity about what Song Zheng did, and did not intend to use this matter to further enhance Song Zheng's prestige.

This is Song Zheng's initiative to ask, this time the plan to deal with the Yi God may continue to be used on other gods, Song Zheng hopes that these gods will preach in the Hongwu world and spread faith.

If the general public knows the inside story of this time, it will definitely have an impact on future plans.

In the days of refining the small cave, Zhou Sheng and Jean worked hard, and it was estimated that they would be able to complete all the refining work much earlier than planned. Song Zheng went in every few days to take a look, suppressing the anger of the two towards each other, and most of the time, he quietly flew into the sea of stars, meditating and practicing near Tianxing Castle to consolidate his realm.

He's looking for an opportunity to ascend to the rank of a land demigod.

This is very difficult, according to the current situation in the Hongwu world, the end of all cultivation paths is to ascend to the strong. If you want to go further at this level, you can only soar and go to the higher level world to continue.

But after the destruction of the immortal realm, only the divine realm remained in the high-level world.

And if you want to become a demigod on land, a certain path is to find the soul of the god and fuse it like Hua Xu Tianzi.

But there is a great danger in doing this, especially in the current environment, Song Zheng seriously suspects that if he can really find a divine soul, it is most likely the arrangement of a certain existence on the divine mountain, once he fuses it, the final fate will definitely be worse than being controlled by Tianhuo.

In addition to this road, Song Zheng couldn't think of any good way for a while. He secretly communicated with the Ancestral Sword many times and put forward some ideas together, but after the final deduction, he felt that there was a hidden danger and could not guarantee that it would be foolproof.

One day, he suddenly felt something, and his heart was surprised: "What's the matter?"

In the depths of the netherworld, a white jade coffin opened, and Zhao Xuan stood up from it, his brows furrowed slightly, and he looked at everything around him with some doubts.

Her memory was still stuck in the moment of her death, and she looked around her, a vast void, dim. She could feel herself in her current state: truly dead.

However, I feel that I have some power in my "hands", and these rights are very powerful against the dead beings!

Around her, there were several people standing, a rather pretty woman with a bit of naughtiness in her eyes half-bowed: "Welcome Zhao Xuanyan Jun!"

Immediately after, several others also said together: "Greetings to Zhao Xuan Yan Jun, you are His Majesty the Fruitless Emperor Yan, the seventh Yan Jun." ”

"Yan Jun......" Zhao Xuan lost her voice, and in an instant, huge thoughts rushed from all directions, burrowing into her mind, making her understand her current identity, as well as ...... What exactly is going on!

In order to "repay" Song Zheng, Emperor Yan used the soul power of one million heroic spirits and thirty-six gods to promote himself to the rank of Emperor Yan!

......

Song Zheng's face was pale, and he understood that this was a "small gift" that Emperor Wuyan had said to himself before. seems to have helped him a lot, Zhao Xuan turned into Yan Jun, although he could not be reincarnated, but at least he was completely freed from the control of Tianhuo, and the two could meet at any time.

But Zhao Xuan is now controlled by Emperor Yan again!

Sure enough, when it came to the sequence of the gods, there was not a single good thing.

......

Lingmo Yan Jun whistled towards the distance of this space, and countless souls suddenly appeared in this world. These spirits bowed their heads and hands, looking extremely submissive.

Zhao Xuan looked at it at a glance, a full five million!

She looked at Lingmo Yan Jun with some puzzlement, and the latter smiled slightly and said, "This is my gift to Zhao Xuan Yan Jun. Don't worry about anything, Song Zheng and I are very good friends. ”

This sentence made Zhao Xuan even more uncomfortable, because Lingmo Yan Jun intentionally or unintentionally bit the accent on the word "friend".

Lingmo Yan Jun said to the five million souls: "From today onwards, you belong to Zhao Xuan Yan Jun. The spirits' reactions were a little dull and sluggish, and Lingmo Yan Jun suddenly drank sternly: "Why don't you hurry up and build a palace for His Excellency Zhao Xuan Yan Jun!"

As the voice became stern, thin bolts of lightning emerged from the surrounding void, like whips, whipping at each soul's body.

They screamed and moved quickly.

The spirit of the master craftsman in front of him began to design, and the ordinary spirit carried various materials, and the side soon became a huge construction site.

Lingmo Yan Jun smiled at Zhao Xuan and said, "After a long time, you will understand, these guys are all cheap goods, and they will only move when the whip is drawn." ”

Zhao Xuan frowned, but still didn't speak, her temperament was still as cold as before her death.

Lingmo Yan Jun didn't seem to notice Zhao Xuan's estrangement at all, and took her hand enthusiastically: "Go, follow me to meet Your Majesty." ”

Zhao Xuan withdrew his hand without a trace and asked, "Meet?"

"You are now the Emperor of Fruitless Yama, of course you have to be the first to visit Your Majesty. Lingmo Yan Jun suddenly swept away the attitude of giggling just now, and said seriously: "To Your Majesty, you must be loyal, this is the duty of vassals, otherwise...... The consequences are unimaginable, you must understand that Emperor Yama is the most powerful existence in the Netherworld, just like the main god on the sacred mountain.

Your Majesty can turn you into a Yan Jun, or you can easily take it all. ”

Zhao Xuan thought for a while, and said, "Please lead the way." ”

Lingmo Yan Jun smiled again, and changed into that smart and happy appearance again: "That's right, let's go." She waved her hand to the other Yan Jun around her: "Don't follow, go back and go about your own business." ”

The other Yan Jun said goodbye to Zhao Juan, and Zhao Fei also responded one by one, and he was still cold when dealing with people.

Surprisingly, none of the Yan Jun, who are high up on weekdays, expressed any dissatisfaction with Zhao Xuan's attitude.

"Let's go. Lingmo Yan Jun grabbed Zhao Xuan and stepped out, and he had already arrived in another space of the Netherworld.

There was a murderous atmosphere here, and even the temperature reached the point where the water turned into ice. Fortunately, Zhao Xuan is now Yan Jun, and he is not unaccustomed to this level of cold.

Lingmo Yan Jun bowed down in front of a huge palace and bowed: "I ask to see Your Majesty." ”

She pulled Zhao Xuan and asked her to kneel down together.

Inside and outside the palace, there were countless powerful ghost generals guarding them, each performing their own duties, but they didn't pay attention to the two Yan Jun kneeling outside the door, as if they didn't see them.

In the huge palace, suddenly the position of all the buildings changed, revealing a wide passage, and a huge throne with a height of 100 zhang slid out of this passage, silently, really ghostly!