r18novel Chapter 166
Chapter 166
"Jizo Daoist, I don't know how to go to hell."
The turtle spirit on the side suddenly asked.
Although they can currently see hell here by virtue of the lotus bridge under their feet, and even communicate with Jizo who is in hell.
But....
This lotus bridge is broken.
Broken at the Huangquan Road Bridge.
And the broken bridge, there is no way to reach the destination.
"To hell?"
Jizo looked at the turtle spirit with a little surprise, and he didn't understand why the turtle spirit opened his mouth to ask to go to hell.
But he did not mean to hide, nor did he need to hide it.
Perhaps his hiding in this Netherworld Mansion is a taboo that cannot be mentioned, but Hell only needs to ask a random ghost to find out.
"Hell is located in the deepest part of the Underworld, and you only need to walk along the Huangquan Road to reach the Hell."
Jizo said truthfully.
"Along the Huangquan Road, keep walking?"
The turtle spirit looked to the side and looked at the Huangquan Road under his feet, and there was a thoughtful look in his eyes.
"Thank you for your guidance!"
The turtle spirit thanked you.
"Little things, no thanks."
Jizo spoke softly, not asking why the turtle spirit wanted to go to hell.
He had not paid attention to the side affairs for many years, and the reason why he would appear in front of the golden spirit and the turtle spirit this time.
It is also because the two women stepped on this white lotus bridge.
Although this White Lotus Bridge is a divine power of Zhun Ti, the caster is Jizo after all, and Jizo still has some sense of this White Lotus Bridge.
If he wants, Jizo will come to this White Lotus Bridge at this time, and he can even continue it.
Continue to spread towards the prefecture, towards the six reincarnations.
However, at this time, Jizo did not mean so.
And although this White Lotus Bridge is said to be on weekdays, occasionally there are ghost cultivators who step on this White Lotus Bridge and gaze at hell.
But two quasi-saints are mighty....
But never.
This made Jizo mistakenly think that someone from the Western Master came from the side, so he would appear.
But now it seems.
The two Taoist friends in front of him were not members of his Western Sect.
Immediately, Jizo didn't say much, so he directly took his leave and turned away.
Looking at Jizo's back that simply turned away neatly, Jin Ling and Turtle Spirit looked at each other, a little confused.
To be honest, this is the first time they have encountered this kind of fellow traveler who just said two pleasantries and then turned away directly.
Jin Ling jumped lightly, got down from the White Lotus Bridge, and first glanced at Sanxiao in silence.
Without much ado.
The scene on Huangquan Road before made them entangled for a while, and now they saw the scene of hell at first glance.
It is normal to have such a reaction.
However, Jin Ling was not too worried.
As Da Luo Golden Immortals, even if they have rarely traveled and seen enough, their firm Dao heart will support their true hearts.
Even a scene like that in hell could not shake the Dao heart of Da Luo Jinxian.
On the contrary, it will help sharpen their hearts and make their state of mind stronger.
Jin Ling turned his head to look at the ghost god and asked softly.
"Najizo Taoist... It must be the Taoist who left this White Lotus Bridge! "
Hmm!"
The ghost and god nodded and said softly: "It is the one who left this white lotus bridge hundreds of millions of years ago, as for..." "What is
the use of this white lotus bridge, and the purpose of the person who erected this white lotus bridge, it is not something we can know."
The ghost god continued.
At this point, neither the Golden Spirit nor the Turtle Spirit had the slightest doubt.
This kind of plot involving saints and saint sects, it is strange that a Taiyi ghost god can know!
However....
Those ghosts and gods can't guess, but it doesn't mean that the golden spirit and turtle spirit can't guess.
When they first saw this lotus bridge and confirmed that it might be the handwriting of a saint, they had already guessed in their hearts.
Although they don't know the beginning and end of this plot and the pawns that Jizo plays in it, but...
The entire Netherworld Mansion can allow the saint to plan.
There is nothing but the six realms of reincarnation and the authority of the prefecture.
At this time, the turtle spirit also slowly walked down from the lotus bridge, and she did not care about the lotus bridge and Jizo of the Western religion.
Her mind was full of hell, and she was thinking about hell and the possible connection to her chance.
However, she had not seen hell, nor had she received any clues from her master, so she guessed out of thin air.
The turtle spirit was also clueless.
However....
Now she finally has a goal, instead of looking aimlessly like before.
On the Huangquan Road here, the turtle spirit confirmed the goal of coming to the prefecture this time.
And at this time....
On the other side, the ghost gate of the prefecture is closed!
It was not the ghost gate under the Nether Sea of Blood, but a certain ghost gate scattered all over the flood waste.
"Boom!"
A loud bang.
The eerie gate with hideous ghosts on it exploded.
A silver light suddenly rushed out from the shattered ghost gate, blooming with brilliant brilliance, illuminating the gloomy and gloomy world.
At this moment, after the ghost gate was closed, countless ghosts on Huangquan Road were injured by the open ghost gate, and even many ghosts collapsed on the spot, and their souls flew away.
"Return my mother's soul-"
A voice full of grief and anger suddenly sounded, and then in the smoke and dust splashed by the ghost door, a handsome figure with a white face flew into the shadows.
The silver light that shattered the ghost gate before swirled in mid-air and fell into the hands of that handsome figure, turning into a three-pointed two-edged gun.
"Where is the ghost god of the prefecture, return the soul of my mother Yaoji..." Carrying
a slingshot crescent moon on his waist, holding a three-pointed and two-edged gun, a gold wire in his eyebrows flashed with extraordinary divine light.
And also called his mother Yaoji, the identity of this handsome figure is already very obvious, Erlang God Yang Jian.
Of course....
At this time, Yang Jian did not have the title of Erlang God, but as an ordinary third-generation disciple of the Erlang Sect, Erlang Yang Jian.
Although....
His strength is a bit strong.
Yang Jian held a three-pointed and two-edged gun, suddenly shouted loudly, and his thick mana did not converge in the slightest, and the sound shook the earth.
"Where is the hairy boy who dares to destroy the ghost gate and trespass into the prefecture!" A loud shout suddenly sounded from the Netherworld Mansion.
Then, a ghost with a face like black iron and a hideous face suddenly appeared, and the terrifying ghost power competed with the mana of that handsome young man.
The originally gloomy prefecture trembled under the collision of these two terrifying mana ghost forces, and countless ghosts were frantically fleeing out.
This ghost god looked at Yang Jian, whose ghost power was comparable to him, and his face changed slightly.
As a ghost god of the prefecture, with the divine office of the prefecture, although he can't really see the age of Yang Jian in front of him, he definitely does not exceed long live.
But this repair is....
"Ten thousand years of Da Luo Golden Immortal? How is this possible..." This Earth Mansion Ghost God was extremely shocked in his heart at this time, that is, his face was fierce and like black iron.
Otherwise, his shocked expression at this time would definitely not be hidden.
"Are you a ghost god of the prefecture?" The three-pointed two-edged gun in Yang Jian's hand was horizontal, pointing at the ghost god of the prefecture, and shouted sharply, his eyes were bloodshot.
Apparently it is already extremely sad and indignant.
"Good!" The Difu Ghost God nodded and said in a deep voice: "I am the Difu Ghost Emperor, who are you?"
Yang Jian's eyes were blood-red, and he did not answer the question of the Ghost Emperor of the Prefecture, but instead roared hoarsely and lowly.
"Since he is the Ghost Emperor of the Prefecture, then let me ask you, if the Taiyi Golden Immortal who has never cut off the breath of vitality, does the Difu have the right to seduce souls?"
"The Taiyi Golden Immortal who has never cut off the breath of vitality..." The Ghost Emperor of that prefecture frowned, not understanding what Yang Jian meant.
However, looking at Yang Jian's appearance, he still said in a deep voice:
"The vitality is not ending, the breath is not broken, if the yang life is exhausted, it can naturally hook the soul, but..." "The Taiyi Golden Immortal has no worries about the life yuan, the heaven and the earth live together, the breath is not broken, the vitality is endless, that is to live, the earth is naturally without the right to hook the soul!"
After the Earth Mansion Ghost Emperor finished speaking, the thick mana around Yang Jian's body suddenly became violent, and Yang Jian shouted angrily.
"Then why did the ghosts and gods of the prefecture take away my mother Yaoji's soul!"
"Your mother Yaoji... Taiyi
Golden Immortal..." The Ghost Emperor of that Difu looked at Yang Jian in front of him, thinking slightly, Da Luo Golden Immortal's thinking ability was naturally not bad.
Soon....
He then found the information of the person in front of him in his mind.
"What you're talking about is... Sister of the Heavenly Court Heavenly Emperor, Yao Ji? Are you that Yaoji's child Yang Jian? The Ghost Emperor of that prefecture said in a deep voice.
"Good!" Yang Jian snorted sharply, and his red eyes stared at the Difu Ghost Emperor in front of him.
Seriously, if it weren't for Yang Jian's remaining sanity and understanding that he was fighting with this ghost emperor now, he wouldn't be able to save his mother's soul, otherwise...
With his current anger, he had already rushed up to fight.
"You said that my prefecture took Yao Ji's soul, this is impossible..." said the ghost emperor of that prefecture in a deep voice.
"That Yaoji, as the sister of the Heavenly Court Hao Heavenly Emperor, has long cut her name from the book of life and death of my prefecture, and it is impossible for my prefecture to take Yaoji's soul."
"I saw with my own eyes that soul messenger hooked my mother's soul away and chased and killed all the way to this mansion."
Yang Jian suppressed the anger in his heart and roared in a low voice.
At the same time, the Heavenly Eye in front of Yang Jian's forehead bloomed with golden light.
That clearly means that he sees with the eyes of this day, and it is impossible to make a mistake.
"When I say no, I don't mean no." The face of the Ghost Emperor of that Difu was cold, as the Ghost Emperor and Ghost God of the Netherworld Mansion, how dare any ghost dare to question him on weekdays.
What's more, how could he, a big Luo Golden Immortal, lie about such a trifle.
Yang Jian's words were simply insulting his ghostly personality, and he immediately drank low.
"Yang Jian, don't be vexatious, this is the Netherworld Mansion, but it is not your uncle's heavenly court, let you play."
"Uncle's Heavenly Court... Vexatious... Let me play..." Hearing
the words of the Ghost Emperor of this prefecture, in Yang Jian's mind, the string of reason suddenly collapsed.
Eyes that were originally just bloodshot turned scarlet.
The terrifying Da Luo Golden Immortal mana burst out, and the three-pointed two-edged spear held in his hand suddenly pierced out, turning into one or three dragons and roaring towards the Earth Mansion Ghost Emperor.
At the same time, there was also Yang Jian's roar that shook the prefecture.
"Put my mother... Give me back-"