"Back."

Wu Rong from Senluo Palace put down the jade slips of the files in his hand.

As far as the eye can see.

It was Dunyi and Yoshima Takashi who had returned from a business trip.

"My lord, I'm glad you did not disgrace your order." Dun quickly saluted.

Ji Jianzun slightly arched his hands.

He is a senior, so even if he is not an official in the underworld, there is no need to be respectful.

That is to say, the Nether Clan must cooperate with the underworld, otherwise he will not be stationed in the country. Presumably, it is because of his own actions, otherwise the other Dao Lords in the clan would not show their faces at all.

While giving a slight salute, open your palms and push.

Under the instigation of Taoist breath, Xiupao released a prison of shackles.

The lines of the formation flow, like a box sealed on all sides.

"The people brought them back."

"Thank you." Wu Rong smiled and nodded.

Dunyi cupped his hand and presented the jade slip.

Lord Luodu, who was sitting high in the throne, took out his spiritual consciousness and read it.

He said in surprise: "It seems that the other party has a lot of background."

"Open it."

As the mana fluctuates, the prison in front of you opens.

Yu Renhui, who was wearing shackles, opened his eyes and saw the bright hall.

At the end of the long steps is a high seat shaped like a city wall.

Sitting on the golden throne is a majestic young man wearing a dark purple robe. His light green divine eyes quietly emit light. The light gathers in the corners of his eyes and is put into the tail of a comet.

"Something looks familiar." Yu Renhui said in surprise.

"Then you have to take a closer look." The young man in purple robe sitting on the golden throne said with a smile.

"It's you!"

Yu Renhui looked horrified.

He raised his fingers and the shackles clicked.

He has recognized Daoying in the high seat. Isn't he the one who cooperated with the Yuren Yue to kill the ancestor in Yushan Paradise?

At that time, this man was still a great sage, but now, only in his sixth year, he has already achieved greatness.

He created great achievements in the underworld, and even the great powers bowed down to him.

Even though he already knew something about it, the moment he really saw the other person, he couldn't help but feel horrified.

When he met this man, he knew that everything was in vain.

Yu Renhui gave a helpless smile.

It is said that only those who have no knowledge will act rashly, but I never thought that one day I, the great sage of the Feathered Tribe, would do the same.

He has tried his best to improve Yuren Yue's background, but he never dreamed of such a result.

"It's a rare opportunity in tens of thousands of years..." Yu Renhui shook his head slightly. He had no regrets. He always insisted on his plan. If he were more precise and cautious, the one who came would not be the elders of the underworld but the person in front of him.

Only then can he use the unpredictable person who planned this change to eliminate his powerful enemy.

What he wanted was never just to drive away Yu Renyue, but to completely cut off Yu Renyue's background.

Perhaps it is not difficult to simply deal with Yuren Yue. The three clans and the sixteen Xuanmen also happily supported him to become the leader of the Yuren clan. However, he insisted on doing it in one go. However, he greatly underestimated Wu Rong, who was rooted in Yintian.

He is not an ordinary monk at all, but a desolate god.

Wu Rong's eyes were calm, he moved slightly, and asked calmly: "Tell me, who ordered you."

"I have to meet that Dao Lord." Yu Renhui did not speak.

Everyone knew who he was talking about.

Ji Jianzun's expression was rather cold, with Dun Yi showing a bit of a sneer.

If cats and dogs all want to see Mr. Dao, then doesn’t everyone have to meet Mr. Dao?

Furthermore, he already had a guess in his mind about who took action, and the accuracy was at least 60 to 70%, so there was no need for this person to say anything else.

Even if Yu Renhui doesn't want to say anything, and the sea of ​​consciousness has been restricted, as long as he operates it, he can finally make the other party speak.

"I know who he is even if you don't tell me." Dunyi waved Yushan, his expression indifferent.

"I won't say anything until I see him."

Yu Renhui closed his eyes as if he had convinced everyone.

"If you don't want to say it, there's no need to say it."

An ethereal and hoarse voice came.

laugh!

The light mist steams out the mysterious inspiration of the avenue.

Everything around the man was in darkness, as if time and space were strangely distorted.

The fog is rising.

With the crisp sound of iron boots hitting the ground, the heavy fog was like a courtier bowing down, clinging to the tall figure's robe.

The yin and yang wheel of merit hangs behind you spinning Tao and principles.

Black and red, Xuanying, red hair and wild waterfall.

His face is like the icy peaks of distant mountains, and his eyes are like the stars in the abyss.

The purple-black halberd horn pointed diagonally at the blue sky.

tall.

tall and straight.

Like a...

No.

When he saw him, Yu Renhui really saw an unparalleled Taoist ghost and god. It was an indescribable feeling, as if the most terrifying thing in his heart grew from deep burial, eroding the internal organs and rushing straight into his consciousness.

The sea sinks into Dantian.

Terror filled the air, and the sense of suffocation made the saint's body numb.

I saw the large and small eyes of the Dao Dao ghosts and gods moving sideways.

A glance.

Yu Renhui's mind was completely frozen.

Yu Renhui's eyes widened. He wanted to say something, but he didn't say anything.

Originally, he was still lucky, thinking that he might survive if he never spoke, but after seeing the Dao Lord they talked about, he really couldn't say a word.

It's not that he didn't want to say it, but when faced with the great road, everything he said lost its truth and reason and became fallacy.

Bah!

The footsteps of ghosts and gods completely stepped on his heart.

When Yu Renhui came back to his senses, the blue-white ghost hand had appeared in front of him, and the purple-black oval nails were pressed against his forehead.

Cold.

Weird.

But in an instant, the restriction on the sea of ​​consciousness that he had pinned his hopes on became completely a decoration.

The black and red avenue threads take root like hair.

Prohibition.

Knowledge sea.

Heavy fog is coming.

Daoying, who was located deep in Yu Renhui's sea of ​​consciousness, slowly opened his eyes and looked at the spreading darkness that completely swept the world. His eyes were always calm and he said lightly: "You are here."

The evil spirits gathered into a figure, which was none other than Tushanjun, the ghost with a green face and fangs.

Tu Shanjun opened his palm and waved it gently, the sky and the earth became clear, and the figure hidden in the dark was completely revealed.

Under the crooked neck tree, the Taoist sat cross-legged.

"I know it's you." Tu Shanjun said hoarsely.
To be continued...