Yan Chixia returned to the mortal world with a group of scattered cultivators, and the Chujiang Palace had no power to resist, and was soon pacified by a group of evil ghosts, and along with the Yama Heavenly Son Hall and the Six Realms of Reincarnation, it also fell into the hands of Jiang Hao. Pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info

In just a few months, the underworld, which had been chaotic for thousands of years, was unified in Jiang Hao's hands.

The surrounding demon kings and ghost kings all showed awe, and they still felt like they were dreaming in disbelief in their hearts, and they knelt down in front of Jiang Hao one by one, not daring to breathe.

"Great King, the underworld has now been unified, the Ten Halls of Yama, the Nai He Bridge, the Six Realms of Reincarnation, and the Eighteen Layers of Hell are all under control, I wonder what the Great King is going to enthrone and announce to the Three Realms?" said the Faceless Ghost King in a respectful voice.

"It's set on the Midyear Festival, when the ghost door is wide open. Also, each of you will lead the troops to sweep this underworld for me, and anyone who disobeys the order will be killed!"

Jiang Hao waved his hand and sent away a group of ghost kings, the pursuit of nature is different with different visions, in the eyes of all ghost kings, the supreme power of the underworld is not in Jiang Hao's eyes, this world is too small in his eyes, he cares more about the Wu clan exercises contained in the twelve tokens.

A group of tokens were placed in front of him, each of which was engraved with the appearance of the twelve ancestors, when the twelve gathered together, the simple words on the surface of the tokens seemed to come to life, one by one floating into the air, constantly circling and staggering, forming a long scroll in mid-air, accompanied by the sound of the avenue in the ears, countless words flew into Jiang Hao's consciousness.

This set of exercises is called the "Book of Witches", which records the most important inheritance of the Wu clan - the art of forging the body.

The Wu clan was transformed by the turbidity that sank after the fall of Pangu's body, and they were born with no magical powers, but they inherited the incomparably strong body of the Pangu god, and in ancient times, the strength of the body alone was enough to run rampant in the world, and they could compete with the demon clan for the hegemony of heaven and earth.

And this "Witch Sutra" is the method of forging the body created by the twelve ancestors and witches according to their own bodies and the memories of the great gods of Pangu, condensing their bodies with turbidity, forging my body with heaven and earth, stimulating the power of the gods, cultivating to the extreme, and only relying on the power of the flesh can compete with the saints, and the world is turned upside down between gestures.

Perhaps in order to take care of the unintelligent heads of his own people, the scriptures are written in a very simple and specific way, telling the story of each step of the practice, which does not seem to be profound and subtle, but every place contains the truth of heaven and earth, giving people a feeling of sudden enlightenment.

Every word seems to be slowly unveiling the veil of heaven and earth, showing the essence of the world in front of you, and Jiang Hao is fascinated by it.

Sitting cross-legged in the center of a group of tokens, Jiang Hao began to cultivate, and the dark light around him appeared faintly, condensed into his body little by little, and a faint layer of light gradually appeared on his body, and every part of his body was cheering, and the power was condensed in his body, growing little by little.

Cultivation is the easiest thing for people to immerse themselves in, you can feel that your body is getting stronger little by little, and your divine consciousness is ethereal as if you are wandering in the arms of the whole world, and that kind of peace and comfort is impossible to refuse.

"King, tomorrow is the Midyear Festival, the subordinates of the enthronement ceremony have been arranged, and I am here to report!"

It wasn't until the Faceless Ghost King knocked on the door of the temple that Jiang Hao realized that a few months had passed, he was immersed in cultivation and couldn't feel the passage of time, even if he was cultivating in this world where the aura was thin, he also clearly felt that his body was much stronger, and this kind of improvement was not a simple physical body becoming stronger, but a sublimation of the essence of life.

However, as his practice deepened, he also felt some limitations of this exercise.

It's not that there are any flaws in the exercises, but the problem of the relationship with him.

This "Book of Witches" was created by the twelve ancestors for the Wu clan, and the Wu clan itself does not have a primordial spirit, so there is naturally no cultivation method for the primordial god in this exercise, but a very pure forging technique.

But Jiang Hao is not a witch clan, he has a primordial god, if the primordial god cultivation can't keep up, it is likely to affect his control of the body, which means that he also needs to find a technique to cultivate the divine soul for balance.

"It's best to find the exercises of the three Qings to cultivate!" Jiang Hao thought secretly, the twelve ancestral witches were transformed by the turbidity of the Pangu Great God, and the Sanqing was transformed by the clear qi of the Pangu Great God, there must be some connection between the two, if he could get the cultivation of the divine soul passed down by the Sanqing, it would definitely be very suitable.

However, this matter is not urgent at present, and we need to wait for a future to find a way.

"Greetings to the King!"

Outside the door, a group of ghost kings stood respectfully, and the faceless ghost king stood at the front, holding a booklet in his hand, obviously about the enthronement ceremony.

Jiang Hao flipped through it casually, the Faceless Ghost King was obviously thinking about it, writing in great detail step by step, nodded and said, "That's it! Tomorrow, announce the Three Realms!"

"Yes, my lord!"

The ghost kings responded in unison, their faces were full of excitement, this was enough to shock the Three Realms, and now they were involved in it.

After the ghost kings and demon kings retreated, Jiang Hao turned his head to look at Nie Xiaoqian, who had been waiting for a long time, and saw the admiration and joy on her face, and felt a little guilty in his heart.

At first, he was going to refine Nie Xiaoqian into the underworld in his palm, as a ghost king to help him enhance the power of the spell, but after getting along for a long time, he was a little hesitant, especially after finding that the underworld in his palm was very unsafe, and he might be scattered when he met the enemy, so he decisively dismissed this idea.

"Brother Jiang, I have broken through to the realm of dissolving the void and merging the way, and I can help you in the future!"

Nie Xiaoqian greeted her with a happy face, the effect of Heavenly Immortal Jade Dew on the soul body was extremely strong, coupled with Jiang Hao's experience in the underworld, the provision of various resources, Nie Xiaoqian's strength increased rapidly, and in just a few months, she cultivated to the realm of turning into void and merging with the Dao.

"Have you already reached the realm of the Void Fusion Dao? Then I will have to rely on Fairy Nie a lot in the future. Jiang Hao pretended to be serious and said.

Nie Xiaoqian cooperated with a hand, heroic and cool: "Go to the soup and go to the fire, don't hesitate!"

"Hahahaha!" Jiang Hao laughed loudly, and only stopped after a while, looked at Nie Xiaoqian on the side and said, "Xiaoqian, you and I have known each other for more than a year, and I will give you a big gift tomorrow!"

Nie Xiaoqian was stunned for a moment, and then seemed to think of something, her pretty face flushed, she squirmed and pinched, her heroic posture was no longer heroic, she lowered her head and fiddled with the corners of her clothes, looking a little cramped and uneasy.

The sixth day of the eighth month, the mid-year festival, cloudy.

For ordinary people, this year's Midyear Festival is no different from the previous ones, sweeping the graves to worship the ancestors and releasing river lanterns, but for cultivators, this year's Midyear Festival is completely different from the past, and anxiety and panic are shrouded in everyone's hearts.

Because the news about Hades has spread all over the world.

A dragon spirit killed the masters of Kunlun Mountain and Longhu Mountain, subdued the ghost kings of all parties, and unified the chaotic Yin Cao Difu for thousands of years, and the Zhongyuan Festival was the day he ascended the throne.

The sky gradually darkened, the fog filled the heaven and the earth, and there was silence all around.

As soon as the hour arrived, phantoms began to emerge in mid-air.

The city of Xudu, the hall of Yama, the city of vain death, the bridge of Naihe, and the eighteen-story hell......

"Here we go!"

"Here we go!"

......

Countless monks saw this scene, and they all screamed in exclamation, looking at the projection of the Netherworld in mid-air, their bodies couldn't help but tremble, and they were terrified for themselves and the future of the human race.

"What's this? Difficult, is it the legendary Netherworld?"

Many mortals saw this scene, looked at the virtual shadow in the sky, and knelt on the ground one after another, and the wicked people were even more frightened, thinking that they would suffer in the underworld after death, and they kept kowtowing and begging for forgiveness from the king of Yama.

"Is Yan Jun on the throne?Sanqing Patriarch, what will happen to the Three Realms in the future?Is there still a glimmer of life for my human race?"

In the Sanqing Temple, a white-haired old Taoist sat cross-legged in front of the statue of the Taoist ancestor, and two lines of old tears slipped from the corners of his eyes.

"Brother Yan, what the hell is this?" Ning Caichen looked at the phantom of the Netherworld Mansion, he had never believed in ghosts and gods, and for the first time he felt panic and shock.

Yan Chixia ignored him, took a sip of wine, looked at the phantom above his head, his eyes were full of complicated looks, he didn't know what the future would be, but no matter what, it couldn't be worse.

"Heaven and earth go back and forth, six reincarnations. Yan Jun ascends the throne, and all beings bow down!"

A grand voice sounded between the heavens and the earth, and countless ghost soldiers and underworld generals appeared in the air in armor in mid-air, and countless ghosts knelt around, densely covering the entire sky.

Surrounded by everyone, Jiang Hao's figure suddenly appeared, dressed in a black imperial robe, sitting on the high royal chair, with a majestic face and eyes like electricity.

Nie Xiaoqian was dressed in palace clothes, standing beside him, beautiful as a fairy, noble and inviolable.

A group of ghost kings stood behind him, all of them were ghostly and majestic.

The gate of the city of Yudu is suddenly opened, an altar is surrounded, it is engraved with simple words, mysterious and abnormal, the most central erection of "heaven", "earth" two monuments are particularly conspicuous, in front of the stone tablet there is an imperial crown, which is carved with the pattern of the twelve ancestors and witches, it looks unfathomable, makes people fearful.

Jiang Hao slowly stood up, and at this moment, the eyes of the beings of the Three Realms were all focused on him, watching him walk towards the altar step by step, watching him take the imperial crown in his hand, and turn around and walk towards the throne.

"See Yan Jun!"

The ghost kings were the first to kneel on the ground and chanted in unison.

"Yan Jun!

A group of ghost soldiers knelt on the ground and shouted in unison, and then the ghosts in the sky also shouted in unison, and the mortals also shouted, and for a time the sound shook the sky and spread throughout the Three Realms.

Nie Xiaoqian's face was also full of excitement, her body was about to kneel on the ground to salute, and she was suddenly grabbed by Jiang Hao, and before she could react, she was pressed on the throne, and the crown was also worn on her head.

With a hint of chuckle on the corner of his mouth, Jiang Hao winked mischievously at Nie Xiaoqian, and said loudly, "See Yan Jun!"

What? Yan Jun is that woman?

The beings of the Three Realms were in an uproar.