According to Mo Lihong's account, there are more than 100 "people" in this group of remnants of souls.

Some of them can barely confirm who they were before, while others have no idea who they were, so they can only be regarded as "component parts".

Among the Eight Immortals, the Tieguai Li, the Shuide Star Lord, the Jishui Leopard of the Twenty-Eight Constellations, the Star Rim Horse, the Wind Po, and the Giant Spirit God.

Tang Luo is more familiar with the yellow robe monster, namely the Kui Mulang in the constellation, and the Qianliyan.

There are also many immortal officials who can or cannot be named, Taoist children, palace maids, and even some idle immortals who have their names.

A bunch of people's remnants mixed together to form a very special existence.

It is hard to say that these people are the original people, but they cannot be completely denied.

At least they could recognize Nezha, and soon they recognized Tang Luo and Ao Yulie behind Nezha.

"Holy Monk..."

The sounds of overlapping sounded again, revealing a sense of chaos, like hundreds of people whispering in their ears, making people feel irritated.

"You guys haven't seen each other for many years, how about you?" Tang Luo smiled like an old friend who visited relatives and friends.

Nezha did not stop talking nonsense, "sitting" Black Lotus flew directly to the center hall.

The golden armored heavenly soldiers around them remained motionless, like puppets, allowing Nezha to go inward.

In fact, they are just flesh and blood puppets made of humans.

Tang Luo and Ao Yulie walked behind Nezha without any hesitation.

Ao Yulie looked left and right, and the holographic phantoms around him, as well as the inhuman golden armored heavenly soldiers, he felt a chill in his heart.

It is normal to not want to die and survive.

Not only can Ao Yulie understand, but he is also the same. He also killed himself and recovered as soon as possible.

From a certain perspective, it is also a hero who cuts his arm off and has a lot of perseverance and courage.

But the people in the Heavenly Court created such a brilliant Heavenly Palace, so...

The original fairy aura was everywhere, and it became strange as it remained motionless.

Nezha frowned and soon arrived at the main hall in the center.

There were four big words "Lingxiao Palace" on it. Nezha swept his face, and Huntian Ling shook it, and pushed open the closed door quite roughly.

The hall was filled with fairy spirit, and the dragon and golden pillars lived together in the sky, and there was no way to see how they were indoors.

On the golden red ground, there was a wide jade chair deep in the depths, and a middle-aged man in a golden robe sat upright, wearing a golden crown on his head, his eyes half open and half closed, and his splendor flashed.

Keep your long beards and put your hands on the handrails, with endless majesty.

In addition, the gods are on both sides.

The height of the heavenly court, the power of the heavenly court, and the weight of the heavenly court are undoubtedly revealed.

The only person sitting was the legendary god and Buddha on the wasteland, the king of yellow clothes, the Jade Emperor Haotian.

It has no similarity to the real Jade Emperor. It looks... at first glance, but at second glance it looks like another, which makes people unable to distinguish.

The gods around them were as motionless as clay puppets, but they looked like fairies and boys outside.

However, they were not phantoms, but real ones, all of them showed dissatisfaction and even anger, but unfortunately they could not move.

Nezha stared at the so-called king of yellow and did not speak immediately.

Tang Luo and Ao Yulie walked in after a while.

"Are you Murong Fu?" Tang Luo, who walked in, was not polite and mocked him, stomping his feet.

A ripples spread out in all directions.

The surrounding immortal scenes smile like ice and snow. The glorious scenery is no longer there, but replaced by a cold steel land.

Cold and terrifying black stone pillars.

The "Heaven" gods' brains are connected to the ground, emitting a faint fluorescent light.

On the original chair, there was no longer the king of yellow clothes emitting the power of heaven, but a transparent cylinder.

It was filled with unknown translucent yellow liquid, with a "thing" floating.

The overall appearance of this "thing" is like a person wearing a wide robe, with his hands and feet hidden under the robe, and his head is wearing a hood, which also covers the shape of his face.

But he is not a human, nor does he have clothes.

All of them are composed of "meat", which means that a meat ball is "pinched" into this way.

And it is not exquisite, it seems to be from the hands of an eight-year-old naughty boy, with a half-hidden head, and a piece of it sunken.

In the "sleeves", granulation spreads out, forming a tentacle-like thing.

This is the King of Yellows, God Haotian!

It is also the many remnants of souls gathered and merged together to create a living body.

"...Well, it's my fault. Hurry up, you guys get the scene back." Tang Luo pondered for a moment and spoke.

Do not treat it inappropriately.

It's mainly really ugly!

"..." Nezha glanced at Tang Luo speechlessly. As soon as you came in, you turned over the table with awesomeness, and ended up disgusting everyone.

"presumptuous!"

"rude!"

"The bold evil spirit dares to commit rebellion!"

Before Tang Luo could say anything, the "gods" with tubes behind their heads shouted loudly.

Some people even took a few steps forward and stared at Tang Luo with a weak hand, as if they had weapons.

As Tang Luo broke through the fairyland, these people regained their freedom for a while.

Nezha glanced at one of the boys and almost threw Huntian Ling out directly. The boy's dress was extremely cool like him.

The two people standing next to them looked very much like Jin Zha and Mu Zha’s two brothers.

Not only that, among those people, there were fake Li Jing, Taibai Jinxing and others.

The fog was shrouded in the past, and it was a bit concealed. Nezha's mind was not on these clay puppets at all. Now, after taking a look, his heart suddenly felt very frustrated.

"roll!"

Nezha shouted loudly, and the group of people took a few steps back. Many of them tripped by the tube behind their heads and fell to the ground, looking at a loss.

However, these people soon stopped moving again and stiffened.

Ao Yulie shook his head slightly. Others don’t understand what Murong Fu meant, but he has watched it in a TV series.

Isn’t Nan Murong’s final fate just going crazy? The maid around him found a group of children to play him as a minister to satisfy his dream of reviving the old country?

It's very similar to the situation in front of you.

"The Third Prince, the Holy Monk..." The overlapping sounds sounded again, making people frown, "It should be a happy thing for old friends to meet, why are you so irritable?"

As for Ao Yulie, he was directly ignored.

After the establishment of the Heavenly Court, all the dragon clans in the four seas surrendered, which can be regarded as the "vassal state" of the Heavenly Court.

Everyone in the Heavenly Court will not take the so-called true dragon seriously and worship it as a totem.

Ao Yulie is half of the dragon clan rebelled, and it is known to both gods and Buddhas. This rebellion has a bit of the meaning of rebelling out of the Heavenly Court.

Speaking of which, his identity as the eight dragon horses can make everyone in the Heavenly Court look at each other directly.

Now that Tang Luo is in front of him, if Ao Yulie and others are "guardians" and other roles, they will not participate in decision-making conversations, and naturally they will not mention him in the language.

If it were Sun Wukong, the "Great Sage" might have to be ahead of the "Holy Monk".

"What are you doing?" Nezha asked. It was difficult for him to tell whether the person talking to them was one person or a group of people.

"Support the glory of heaven." The king of yellow answered.

Nezha was a little angry: "Look at this scene, nothing glory! What is the difference between this place and a tomb?"

To put it bluntly, it is the burial of the culprit.

Even the old stubborn Li Jing would not do this. You must know that it was not for Jin Zha, and Li Jing would definitely not create such a false world.

Among those remnant souls, there must be many free and easy people, and they are not obsessed with it.

But I can't stand the crowds of everyone. You little by little and me, and they merge together to form what they are today.

even……

Not only to maintain the glory of the heavenly court, but also to have other ideas, such as establishing a brand new heavenly court in the world.

"I have a slight lack of ability." The king of yellow clothes, "I have only taken one step now, so the third prince doesn't have to worry."

"I'm so anxious!" Nezha snorted coldly.

He didn't think about restoring the glory of the heavenly court in this world, and creating a false heavenly court that deceives people.
To be continued...