Blood Prison and the Dao of the Underworld...

Yang Yu frowned slightly. This was a strange word he had never heard of before. Even in the Taoist texts he knew, it could be said to be rare.

Could it be a Taoist ghost like the Lord of Yin Lei and the Dragon Lord of Beihai?

‘Is the reason why Zhang Dong hides is related to the Blood Prison and the Underworld?’

After Qi Wensheng left, Yang Yu let go of his cuffs, and the three-legged golden toad that had been stuffed for many days jumped out:

"Boy, how dare you imprison the ancestor? What about baby? If you don't hand over all those treasures, don't think the ancestor will help you again!"

"Qua!"

The little guy was so angry that he was about to explode.

After a few years, I smelled the baby's breath again, but I could only watch it all taken away.

It's even more painful than killing it.

However, its energy comes and goes quickly. Yang Yu just forced out a few strands of spiritual energy to his fingertips, which made it drool:

"Give it to me, hurry, give it to me!"

Bang!

It jumped up suddenly, and its tongue popped out about a foot away, swallowing a few strands of spiritual qi, and jumped up with satisfaction.

After leaving the ancient temple, it is like a glutton who has been hungry for countless years. Any wisp of spiritual energy is enough to make it pursue it crazily.

"Give me!"

Seeing the spiritual energy that appeared again between Yang Yu's fingers, the little thing was so excited that he trembled all over. He flapped his tongue again, but naturally he was empty.

"This spiritual qi can be given to you, but..."

Yang Yu bent his five fingers and popped out his little guy who rushed up and asked directly:

"Have you heard that the Blood Prison and the Underworld's Dao?"

"Blood Prison and Hymn Hedao? What is that?"

The little toad jumped and jumped, and his tongue flicked around, but he couldn't catch it. He was so angry that he screamed:

"I haven't heard it, I haven't heard it! The God of Prisons in the Prisons knows what Blood Prison and the Underworld are, I haven't heard of it..."

Bang ~

Yang Yu frowned a few strands of spiritual qi on the little toad, frowned slightly:

"The God of Prison?"

Zhang Dong left only this sentence. No matter how much he thought about it, he could not know what the person meant.

But with Zhang Dong's cultivation level, he could force him to disappear...

"You don't even know the God of Prison Control. This is so sad..."

Swallowed those wisps of spiritual energy, the little toad patted his stomach with satisfaction, but sighed again:

"That's the legendary image that suppresses the god prisons of the heavens! You don't know? The earth under your feet,

It is said that it is one of the underworld ranches that He snatched from the gods and Buddhas of the heavens…”

Underworld Ranch!

Yang Yu's eyes sank.

What does ranch mean? How come he doesn't know?

Before ancient times, gods and Buddhas were stationed in the world, grazing all tribes, and priests were the world. Now, the three borders and deserts, together with the thousands of miles of snowfields outside, were the place where the gods of the underworld were grazed before ancient times.

"Then the blood prison, the Dao ancestor, didn't know, but before ancient times, any sect, power, or heaven and earth with the word "prison",

Without exception, they are all evil heretics who have committed a big taboo and are suppressed by the Divine Court!”

As he said that, the little toad suddenly reacted, and his cheeks bulged again:

"Where are the babies? The ancestors, so many babies? Come again, come again..."

call!

He brushed his sleeves and pulled the little toad with its teeth and claws back to his cuffs, and Yang Yu walked and thought.

"Blood Prison, Blood Prison..."

He silently practiced the eight or nine mysterious skills and found nothing unusual. Yu Yang had to press it temporarily and sit in front of the desk.

During his year of leaving, officials from various prefectures were transferred and promoted, and files that were not allowed to be judged by other people in the country, such as life and death of prisoners in various places, accumulated here, which was more than half a person tall.

Compared with Wanlong, Jiangnan and Northwest Taoist populations are not prosperous, but there are tens of thousands of people in the 29 prefectures in the three states and 2000 prefectures.

In addition, in recent years, Northwest Road has recruited victims and built a city, and has done so many things that he can no longer be a hand-off manager.

Although he has his life and death record and doesn't care about the loss of power, he dares to give it to him and no one dares to accept it...

However, holding the life and death book and the list is in hand, he can make a decision by simply scanning it at will, corresponding to his deeds and fate.

But one day and one night, when the sky was about to light up the next day, he had already reviewed all the files that had been accumulated for more than a year.

"call!"

After breathing a sigh of relief, Yang Yu stood up and pushed the door out.

...

...

"What a great sleep, comfortable!"

In a small room, Jiang Xiazi, who had been sleeping in a drowsy day and two nights, stretched comfortably.

This time he went out with him was the most wrong choice he had made in his life. Flying against the dragon seemed domineering, but in fact he was miserable.

Especially, it took eight or nine months to fly...

After waking up, Jiang Xiazi felt that he had come back to life, but the next moment, the smile on his face froze.

Widths of white smoke rose from his wrists, tangled and intersected in front of his eyes, like a mirror, from blur to clear.

"The origin trace mirror?! I wonder which fellow Taoist is willing to contact Mr. Jiang at such a great price?"

Seeing this mirror made of white mist, Jiang Xiazi was shocked.

The traceability mirror is a secret treasure that ranks among the top on the Wanfa Tower and Xiaogong Exchange List. It is said that as long as you take a wisp of a person's breath and separate from the two realms, you can communicate briefly.

But this mirror is extremely expensive and requires at least tens of thousands of small efforts. This price is more valuable than ten of him!

"It's me!"

A calm and indifferent voice came out.

"Master Jiutian?!"

Looking at the white figure in the mirror, Jiang Xiazi's pupils contracted violently, his heart almost stopped, and he was frightened.

Plop!

Without any hesitation, he knelt on his knees, stretched his palms forward, and gave a big gift to the ground:

"A disciple under Yushan Gate, Jiang Xiazi, come to see Lord Jiutian! I wonder if the Lord has arrived, but what instructions do you have?"

The person in the mirror is known as the Nine Heavens. It is said that he is one of the earliest travelers in Wanfa Tower.

And he even knew that his full name was "Nine Heavens Killing Tong Dazun", and he was a great figure in the legendary Longquan Realm!

Legend has it that an old antique who practiced with Emperor Longquan...

"When the Wanfa Tower was receiving the guide practitioners, I noticed the breath of the 'Blood Prison and the Underworld'..."

This chapter is not finished yet, please click on the next page to continue reading the exciting content behind! Without any nonsense, the man in white ordered:

"Find out the whereabouts of those demons and report to me, I promise you a great achievement!"

"A great achievement?! Blood Prison and the Dao of the Dao?!"

Jiang Xiazi's pupils were quake, and his heart was filled with waves.

The preciousness of great achievements is beyond the Wanfa Tower practitioners. In fact, one great achievement can be exchanged for the elixir of prolonging life for a hundred years, killing and killing the gods, and even magic weapons!

But, this task...

Since the transformation of heaven, Longquan Realm has been the three sects of immortality, the two Buddhist sects, the five demon sects, and the seven demon sects jointly control the world's power.

Except for the time when the Emperor was alive, there was almost no sect that could shake his status. Even if it was the Emperor's sect, it would not be possible.

Blood Prison and the Dao of the Underworld, but it was an exception.

According to legend, it is a sect that is even older than the three sects of immortality and the two Buddhist sects. Originally, all of them had to be cut off from their inheritance.

Unexpectedly, ten thousand years ago, when the Emperor was transforming, a world-class demon king was born in his sect...

He had to know what happened specifically, that period of time had long been erased, but after that, the Blood Prison and the Hedao of the Dao of the Blood Prison was the only sect that was regarded as the mortal enemy by the sects in the world...

"Master Jiutian..."
To be continued...