The black dragon's cold vertical eyes looked at the giant snake.

The giant snake said quickly: "A white jade statue of a hundred meters high suddenly appeared in the Snake Tribe, and the Snake Tribe regained its strength. Jinsha and I successively launched attacks on the Snake Tribe, but we could not enter the Snake Tribe oasis at all and were blocked by the statue.

outer."

"Oh~" Black Dragon became interested, looked at the giant snake and said: "Even with your fifth-level peak cultivation level, you can't break through that statue?"

The giant snake said in fear: "It's my subordinate who is incompetent!"

The black dragon sneered and said: "Very good, if there really is such a statue, I will not care about you for contacting me without permission this time, otherwise I will eat you."

The giant snake buried its head in the mud and said in a low voice: "I dare not deceive my master."

The black dragon's projection twisted and dissipated.

The giant snake raised its head, and the smelly mud dripped down from its face.

…

For the next period of time, the Western Region fell into a strange atmosphere. Temple masters from various countries gathered towards the Xuanyue Empire, and the expatriate elders of the Holy Moon Slave Company also gathered one after another. It looked like a storm was about to come.

The Western Region is filled with a depressing and dignified atmosphere.

Under this situation, the warring countries have ceased war one after another, and all the major sects have begun to close down the mountains and keep a low profile. No one wants to be a victim of disaster. At this moment, the eyes of all forces are focused on the Xuanyue Empire and the Tang Dynasty.

Li Ping'an seemed completely unaware of all this, and went to class, practiced, and slept as usual every day.

In a bustling street in the Tang Dynasty, there were noisy carriages and horses and people coming and going. Mr. Twelve, who was wearing a scholar's robe, was walking among them, with a faint smile on his lips. Next to Mr. Twelve, there was a middle-aged man in a gray robe.

Zhao Xinyue said with a smile: "Every city has a city god's hall, every village has a land temple, mountains have mountain gods, water has water gods, the gods govern yin and yang, and everything is orderly. He has really done an amazing thing!"

The middle-aged man next to him shook his head and said dissatisfiedly: "There are gods everywhere, using gods to control people, and the people seem to be living in shackles. Is this really good?"

Zhao Xinyue retorted: "Uncle Hua, the soul is under the jurisdiction of the gods, and the gods have no regard for living people."

The middle-aged man said calmly: "I don't care in name, but can a living person really ignore the cruel criminal laws of the underworld?

How can a person who can think of such torture as the eighteen levels of hell be a kind person? Mr. Twelve, I advise you to stay away from him."

Zhao Xinyue changed the topic and said with a smile: "Uncle Hua, have you noticed the difference between the people here and our people in the Eastern Region?"

The middle-aged man frowned, looked around at the people walking on the street, and saw something was indeed different, and said, "Please give me some advice, Mr. Twelve."

Zhao Xinyue said with a smile in her eyes: "They have awe in their hearts."

The middle-aged man murmured: "Awe~"

Mr. Twelve explained: “In other countries, there are countless people who steal, rob, kill, curse, spread rumors and cause trouble. They are all suppressed by the government, but there has been no improvement at all for thousands of years.

Some people even want to become bad people, because bad people can easily turn into ghosts after they die, thereby gaining power in the underworld and continuing to dominate.

But the people in the Tang Dynasty were different, they were polite, humble and kind."

The middle-aged man's expression changed. If Mr. Twelve hadn't reminded him, he really wouldn't have noticed this. Ever since he entered the Tang Dynasty, he felt as if he had returned to the academy, completely different from the people in other countries.

Zhao Xinyue continued to smile and said: "...When I came to Qingguo last time, Qingguo was no different from other countries. The reason why they changed like this is because they feared the underworld in their hearts, because they knew that after doing evil, they might

You can hide it from the government, but you can never hide it from the underworld. If you do an evil deed in the world, you will be punished ten times in the underworld. Whether you are a high-ranking official, a rich man, or a poor beggar, only good and evil will determine their treatment after death."

The middle-aged man murmured: "Educate all living beings, this is what our academy is pursuing, right?"

Zhao Xinyue shook her head and said: "Education is more than just these, but the existence of the underworld puts a shackles on the people, and within this shackles they can improve their thoughts. I think Ping An Guanzhu wrote "The Romance of the Gods" because of his

For this purpose! Let the people understand the underworld and respect the underworld."

The middle-aged man bent down and said, "Thank you, Mr. Twelve, for teaching me. I've learned a lesson~"

Zhao Xinyue quickly stretched out her hand and said, "Uncle Hua, please get up quickly."

The middle-aged man stood up and said with a smile: "In this way, it is a good thing to go to the underworld. No wonder Mr. Twelve would come across two realms to rescue him. I can't wait to see the concept of peace that Mr. Twelve often talks about.

My Lord, I don’t know what kind of young talent it takes to win the favor of Mr. Twelve."

Zhao Xinyue's face turned red and she said angrily: "Uncle Hua, you are talking nonsense again. He has been kind to me, and I am just here to repay him this time."

The middle-aged man nodded repeatedly and said with a smile: "Repay the favor, I understand."

Zhao Xinyue glared at him and walked quickly forward.

The middle-aged man quickly followed up and said: "Mr. Twelve, the master of Sanqing Temple killed Mr. Thirteen's biological father. I'm afraid there will be trouble with Mr. Thirteen."

Zhao Xinyue frowned and said: "Fan Xian~ He and Emperor Qing should have no relationship, and Emperor Qing has now become the King of Yama, which can be regarded as a chance."

The middle-aged man said with a smile: "After all, people are dead, how can Mr. Thirteen pretend that nothing happened? But I saw Mr. Thirteen built a tomb for Emperor Qing in the back mountain."

Zhao Xinyue said seriously: "Thank you, Uncle Hua, for reminding me. I will persuade him in the future."

The middle-aged man nodded in agreement and said, "I need to give you some advice. After all, we are all a family from now on. It will be bad if we hurt our harmony."

Zhao Xinyue said angrily: "Uncle Hua, if you keep talking nonsense, I will get angry!"

The middle-aged man nodded repeatedly and said, "Okay, no more, no more, the little girl is too thin-skinned."

Zhao Xinyue rolled her eyes, and her figure flashed and disappeared on the street.

"Oh, wait for me!" The middle-aged man also disappeared in a few flashes.

No one on the street noticed the sudden disappearance of the two people, as if they had never appeared.

…

In the Xuanyue Empire, in the Sacred Moon Slave Hall, the snake demon and a group of elders knelt down respectfully, and the Jinsha Demon King knelt down in it.

There was a handsome young man sitting on the main seat, looking through the collected information piece by piece.
Chapter completed!