"The city of death is in vain!"

In the fog, Yang Yu did not move his steps, but watched from afar.

The place he is in is a not low hill, where he can see the legendary gathering of all the living beings who die after death.

Grim, cold, strange and terrifying.

The city of Wudian is extremely huge, and is located between the appearance and the absence. It seems to be one, but it can be perceived, but it seems like there are millions of cities overlapping in the dimensional void.

This city stands in the fog of the wind and mist, and is covered with mist in all directions. There are countless ghosts and gods that lead to the fog. They can be seen invisibly, and welcoming and sending them to us.

The only place where the light lies here is a tower that is surrounded by black fire in the city.

"Bang!"

The cold wind blew crisply and scolded, screaming.

"After entering the underworld, I will forget all the past! Even if you are a god general in heaven, you will be just a lonely ghost here!"

"What Yuhuamen? I haven't heard of it before. Go quickly, otherwise you will be destroyed by both body and spirit!"

"The son of the demon king? A mere toad is here to get in touch with each other. If you are a monkey, I will have to think about it..."

"Ah! Let me go, let me go..."

...

The screams were heard, and Yang Yu looked through the sound and saw that one of the ghost roads became clear.

Several green-faced and fanged ghost messengers drove thousands of ghosts from afar, cursing from time to time, whipping with whip, and even some ghosts were destroyed in an instant.

"A practitioner of all dharmas? Are you here so soon?"

Yang Yu's eyes turned and he had already caught a glimpse of one of the group of ghosts.

Although the man tried his best to lie dormant, only one of the ghosts had a fate, so he could not hide it from him.

but……

The man was very dormant, and even got a whip and screamed like other ghosts without any flaws.

But when he reached the city of Wushuo, a sudden look from the city made him scream.

"How many years have you been? There are still people who dare to come to the city of death for vain? It's true, I don't know how to live or die!"

As the sound wave echoed, a blue-black ghost hand suddenly pressed from under the sky, and with just a moment, he grabbed the practitioner of all dharmas in his palm.

"impossible!"

The expression of the practitioner of all dharmas changed drastically, and his eyes became extremely shocked:

"How could I capture me just ten capitals?!"

"Um?!"

Seeing this scene, Yang Yu's eyes couldn't help but condense.

The practitioner of all dharmas was clearly accomplished by Jiu Yao, and the ghost hand had not yet reached the Ten Capitals, but the former was caught and there was no power of resistance at all?

"Just ten capitals?"

A large area of ​​fog surging, a huge bull head came out from behind the city gate, with its face and eyes red like blood.

He glanced at the practitioner of all dharmas coldly, and he smiled grimly:

"Although this god is the Ten Capitals, it is the righteous god named in the Heavenly Books. Although it is the Ten Capitals, it is the ghost god named in the Underworld Books!

You are a little scattered person, and you are not orthodox, and you dare to show off in front of your grandfather?”

"No!"

The practitioner of all dharmas was so angry that he could do his best to struggle, but he could only watch the ghost and god open their mouths, as if he wanted to swallow it alive!

"slow!"

Suddenly, a sound came.

The ghost and god were furious first, then shocked again, and a slightly funny flattering smile appeared on his rough face:

"It turns out to be Kuiye, please, please..."

As he said that, the bull-headed ghost and god had handed over the clutch of all dharma practitioners, and his tall body also bent down.

Of course, Yang Yu didn't answer. He shot his finger and knocked out the horrified practitioner of all things and looked at the bull-headed ghost and god with a subtle expression:

"A Bang?"

"ah?"

The bull-headed ghost god was slightly stunned, his expression was a little weak:

"Kui Ye, what are your instructions?"

‘It’s really it?!’

Yu Yang looked a little strange.

There is no same Taoist fruit in the world, but there are a lot of the same ranks, such as the God of Wealth and the Door God. But if you say the most, you must be the ghost messenger of the underworld.

NiuTou is a ghost general in the underworld, which is not comparable to an ordinary soul-catching messenger. However, in the underworld, NiuTou is unknown to thousands or tens of thousands.

He knew the one in front of him.

Many years ago, he had refined the "Abangzhi Skin". The source was the cow head in front of him who wanted to become the throne of Yan Luo...

"Kuiye?"

A Pang couldn't bear the gaze, scratched his head, and felt a little weak:

"Kui Ye, this is a living person who has trespassed through the gates of hell and wants to disrupt the order of yin and yang. According to what Yama said, I can eat..."

Speaking of this, A Pang paused slightly, and remembered that this man was not afraid of all the Yama, so he hurriedly added:

"This is the last decree left by the Emperor before leaving after the collapse of the Heavenly Court..."

"I'm useful to this person."

Yang Yu was naturally concise and to the point. According to his experience, there was an old monster in this mysterious realm and even this underworld.

Of course, you must be careful in your identity, at least at this time.

“Yes, yes…”

A Ping's body, three feet tall, was very low, so of course he didn't dare to refuse.

"By the way, after you finish this matter, you will follow me!"

Yu Yang thought about his tone.

There are incomplete memories of Kuixing in the life chart of Jikuixing, and he can naturally figure out something out from it.

"This...Yan Luo wants to send me..."

A Pang hesitated slightly, but Yang Yu left the words and walked towards the city of vain.

"Everyone is quick!"

As soon as he left, A Bang vented his dissatisfaction and loudly scolded the ghost mission.

The ghost messengers were a little gloating, but they were immediately panicked and became busy.

But before all the ghosts entered the city, a huge roar came from the sky.

"Um?!"

Many ghost messengers were slightly stunned, but A Pang's expression tightened and retreated into the city without thinking.

Yang Yu, who had just entered the city, looked up and saw that the mist that had not dissipated for a long time in the underworld was torn apart by a dazzling golden light.

But the void was boiling, and the earth was cracking at the source of the golden light. The old Taoist Yu Jigao, who was surrounded by golden light, drank:

"King Biancheng! I haven't seen you for 3,400 years. Today I am here to ask you for someone!"

Boom!

The divine sound echoed, like a group of thunders shaking. The vast aura instantly spread thousands or tens of thousands of miles, blowing the miserable death to the underworld.

"The Eight Extreme Lord? The power of this magical power is much greater..."

Yu Yang sensed.

The spiritual qi is like water, and the immortals are like fish. It is difficult for shallow water to raise a dragon. Naturally, it cannot fully exert the power of magical powers.

In this mysterious realm, the spiritual qi is several times more intense than that in this world, and its magical power is also greater than that in the Longquan Realm.

But what made him curious was how serious the disaster would be, so that someone would dare to ask for someone from Yan Luo openly.

To put it in small terms, it is a violation of the law of the Yin and Yang, and it is never allowed...

“Bold!”

In the Wudi City, some ghosts and gods rebuked them angrily and wanted to soar into the sky, but they were quickly stopped.

A middle-aged man wearing a blue robe on the top and a black robe on the bottom and a Confucian crown stepped onto the top of the city and said in a deep voice:
To be continued...