The ancient Yama is one thing, and the king of Yama is another thing. There can be many Yama, but there are only twelve of this "King of Yama", and it must be enthroned by the ancient heaven. Together with it are leaders of major human races and ancient demon gods.

If there really is a king of Yama in this world, according to ancient rules, the entire ghost and god palace would be loyal to it.

"This matter is very big, so the saint should report to Sect Master Sun first," Zhengyangzi turned his head and said, "Although it may not be the King of Yama, if this is true, Sect Master Sun must come forward."

"I understand," Saint Mie looked at the few people deeply and directly escaped into the ghost energy in the crack of the ground.

The Bodhi monk's heart moved and his own opportunity came.

"Master Tianyu, these mortals are here to ask you."

"I understand," Taoist Tianyu breathed a sigh of relief when he saw that he didn't have to deal with the King of Yama.

"This master—"

"The little monk goes with you," said Bodhi monk laughing, "The little monk also wants to see what kind of practice the legendary King of Yama is."

Zheng Xinzi showed a little appreciation in his eyes and said, "At that time, only the leader of the Netherworld Sect subdued the Twelve Kings of Yama and became the Supreme Lord of the Netherworld. Unexpectedly, the master actually had this idea, and he was worthy of being a bald donkey in Buddhism!"

"It's easy to say."

The boy Jiuyang clenched his fist, his eyes were filled with fighting spirit.

The ghost city is different from other ghost creatures. There is no trace of ghost energy leaking out. With the escape light of the three people, they found the location of the Tianjianshan Ghost City in just half an hour. Looking around, it is so dark that it makes people feel heartbroken. The entire city is like a huge ghost temple, with countless ghosts transporting living people and living things, as if they are celebrating sacrifices.

"Master, don't worry, the ghost town was a temple in ancient times, but it may not be possible in this vast world."

Zheng Xinzi slowly pulled out a sword, and the sword light was like a flood of water, with the words "Autumn insects" engraved on it.

The Nine Yang Boy was about to take action, but was stopped by Zheng Xinzi and said, "The ghost city is the source of ghosts. Ghosts are born continuously. It is useless to rely on brute force. Let's see the master first."

The Nine Yang Boy looked at the Bodhi Monk, but found that Bodhi had given up his invisibility technique and appeared at the gate of the ghost city with a swagger.

The ghosts who smelled the anger of living people all sniffed their noses and roared, their mouths widened, showing a coveting expression.

The Bodhi monk just smiled slightly, put his hands together, sat cross-legged, without any movement.

It was like a piece of cooked meat placed in front of a hungry ghost. These ghosts may not be a plan, but after three breaths, a ghost with red eyes and green teeth finally couldn't help it. He suddenly stumbled on the neck of the Bodhi monk, and with a "hiss", a large piece of flesh with blood and tendons was pulled down.

The two could even clearly see that the veins were leaping in the torn wound, and even the pulled belt was ripping onto the chin, tearing off half of the chin, revealing the thick white bones and dripping blood, which looked particularly creepy.

"What does he want to do?" The boy Jiuyang couldn't help but take a breath of air conditioning and said.

"This master has obviously gone to hell," Zheng Xinzi praised: "Good means."

Before the Nine Yang Boy asked, the following scene was even more shocking. The first ghost drowned, and the remaining ghosts could no longer help. They saw that the monk was the core, and the ghosts around them were like sharks that smelled blood. They rushed forward, backward, left and right, like an ant ball burned in fire, wrapping it up.

At first, the Bodhi Monk thought it was done on purpose by Bodhi monks, with the goal of gathering all the ghosts and then destroying them in one fell swoop. But until the flesh and blood on the other party was gnawed out, even the large and small intestines were dug out, swallowed, each rib was taken apart, and the skull was snatched away by a few big oil-skinned rats. They were worshipped with sandalwood that they got from some unknown place. There were still a few ghosts licking blood on the mud.

The scene has not changed at all.

"He is dead?" The boy Jiuyang was still a little disbelief.

"Well, I'm dead," Zheng Xinzi nodded, looking at the place where a section had been placed in the spine of a wolf-shaped ghost. She couldn't help but feel a little regretful. This is a Buddha's bone, what a good medicine material. Unfortunately, I am a decent person now and can no longer do stealing business.

"Die? Is this dead?"

Jiuyang Boy has always been famous for being taciturn, but this time he asked the same question twice, and you can imagine his surprise.

"In ancient Buddhism, killing to prove the truth. The word "killing" only takes one point to kill people, and killing yourself only takes nine points. Just look at it. I didn't expect that there are such a fierce monk now. I thought that only nuns are fierce now."

After Zheng Xinzi finished speaking, he stopped talking. After a stick of incense, the ghosts seemed to have forgotten that there was such a living person before, and they were still up and down. Even the blood on the ground was licked cleanly, as if the bloody scene just now did not exist.

The three big oil-skinned rats bowed to the Buddha's skull a few times. Seeing that they did not respond, they lost their patience and drilled in and out of their black eye sockets. One of them even crawled to the top of the skull, lazily exposing their belly, and hit several times.

Then a breeze blew, and a faint sound of wind chimes came from the sound of the wind. The big oil-skinned rat suddenly became stunned. When he realized it, he had already sat up. He was sitting in a Buddhist cross-legged position, with his hands folded and his mouth opened and closed, looking like he was chanting the Buddhist scriptures.

The other two mice also shook their heads, similar to behavior.

The little ghost who was transporting the goods was suddenly stunned and looked around. I saw that at some point, the ghosts around him sat cross-legged, and their cruel faces became peaceful. The little ghost suddenly felt that the skull was opened, and a ray of Brahma light seemed to shine from the sky. The murderous aura that had been killed before was reduced by five points. His body shook, he sat cross-legged and chanted the Buddhist scriptures.

As more and more ghosts sat down, the sound of the Buddhist roar became louder and a strange silver ringtone rang in the air.

"Cut the flesh and feed the eagle, and sacrifice the body to feed the tiger. What is feeding is not food, but Buddha's will," Zhengxinzi said happily: "Otherwise, do you think that Ksitigarbha Bodhisattva relied on to overcome hundreds of millions of evil spirits without killing things back then?

"How is the power of fighting magic like a magical power? Let's see. This Buddhist master used the six realms of reincarnation to enter the ghost world to fight for the power of the ghost emperor. Once the other party's foundation is destroyed, it will be time for us to take action."

"Will it go so smoothly?" asked the boy Jiuyang.

"If the other party is just Yama, it may be successful, but if the other party is really Yama, then we can only hope that this master is the reincarnation of Ksitigarbha. After all, Ksitigarbha is known as the thirteenth Yama King, and this is the nickname before he transformed into the Netherworld Master."

As the sound of the Brahma became louder and louder, the ground cracked in the center of the ghost city, a bodhi tree grew out, and countless thick tree roots rose upwards, and the giant trees rose upwards, and soon grew to a hundred feet. As a result of Bodhi, human heads were born, and their facial features were the facial features in front of those ghosts.

"Um?"

In the deepest part of the ghost city, in a blood pool that is hundreds of feet long and ten feet wide, countless living people are undulating. Under the blood pool, an emperor's figure is lying at the bottom of the blood pool. As the water ripples, a huge six-headed figure can be seen.

"There are some characters in this world, but unfortunately, it's not enough to deal with me first."

Almost as the Bodhi tree grew to five hundred feet, ghost energy surged out like a tide in the ghost city, condensed into a black emperor's phantom in the air, a touch of black floated out from the ground, and a strong imperial energy covered the earth. The imperial energy covered the Bodhi tree. Many people could not hold on to this emperor's domineering aura and exploded directly.

And the subjects of those ghosts also exploded.

At the top of the Bodhi tree, the Bodhi monk's phantom suddenly appeared, the strong wind swept by, and the cassock robe sounded.

‘Dragon Vein?’

The Bodhi monk felt the huge threat from this imperial aura, and his handsome face was slightly solemn. He could feel that this power could even destroy the body of this ancient Bodhi wood.

He had heard that after the true god condensed the fruit of Tao, he could go deep, cut off, and decompose other people's acquired aura. In this imperial aura, he felt this power, which went directly into the ancient Bodhi wood to take away the vitality of the innate wood.

The originally five hundred feet of Bodhi divine wood began to shrink slowly inch by inch, with spots on the surface of the tree body and the bark began to wither.

"The monk can't hold on."

"Wait a little longer!"

Zhengxinzi held down the Nine Yang Boy who was about to take action, and the white light in his eyes was three feet away. The sword intent not only had the function of killing people, but also had the ability to go along the way and go against the way. Zhengxinzi was now using a sword magical power called "Sky Eye Sword Track". With his ability to the fourth level of sword in the sword, he could trace the origin and see the other party's origin.

He never believed that the other party was the reincarnation of the ancient King of Yama, because as soon as the leader of the Netherworld died, his subordinates were wiped out by the ancient heavenly court, and there was no remnant.

The "Innate Sword Eye" flashed with a flash, and it appeared on the blood pool like a flying sword that took a human head thousands of miles away. It flashed three times and two times, and then flew into the blood pool.

Appears deeper in the underworld.

"Strange, is this the energy of reincarnation? After the ancient destruction, the underworld was broken, and the innate way of reincarnation should have been taken back."

Zheng Xinzi murmured to himself. In the vast darkness, he actually discovered another "underworld". This was too strange. In this underworld, a rich reincarnation aura was operating at a special frequency, with its powerful force filling the entire void.

This is definitely not the power that ordinary Yama, or even gods, can control. The innate way is mostly controlled by the group of gods who created the world back then.

"Native natives in the lower realm, what are you looking at?"

A cold voice sounded.

Zheng Xinzi turned around and saw a fist magnifying rapidly in front of his eyes, magnifying endlessly.

With a 'plash', in reality, Zheng Xinzi's two eyes burst out directly.

"Uncle Master!"

"Take it, take all your strength! Now this Yama is just a clone of a big boss!"

Zheng Xinzi's eyes were filled with flesh and blood, and half of his face was flowing, but he did not hesitate. The fourth level of swordsmanship exploded with all his strength. The top sword technique in Da Eshan's "Shangqing Dayuan Shenlong Qiongfei Chengjing Shangxuan Yuzhang" was directly unfolded. For a moment, the sword energy turned into a rainbow, and in the rainbow light, the four seasons of spring, summer, autumn and winter directly turned into another kind of reincarnation, and slashed violently in the ghost palace.

This level of swordsmanship is equivalent to a full blow to the Taoist Fruit.

The boy from Jiuyang did not dare to neglect it. He, the uncle, could laugh and scold him, but once he was serious, it would mean something big happened.

His three souls and seven spirits suddenly emerged from his body, no longer in one day, but in ten days of brightness.

Ten small suns suddenly appeared in the sky, with bright light and surging heat, directly burning the void. The void was like melted glass, flowing down from the top, and the target pointed directly at the ghost city.

‘Chen Xu, you are carrying the Emperor's Liquid, which means you have bloodline connections with a certain ancient Heavenly Emperor. At that time, the ten golden crows were all the emperor's sons, and they were all killed by the Human Emperor. You are the last eleventh son. The set of swords that the ten emperors turned into in the future will be inherited by you. Before that, you need to discover your own bloodline to the limit.’

Chen Xu and the boy Jiuyang were preparing for this at all times. With full magic power, they actually had a higher posture. Ten big suns all appeared together and turned into a huge golden crow, stretching its wings in the sky, flying wings and flowing fire. For a moment, the golden field fell down.

A Bodhi monk entangled the ghost city, and the mysterious "ghost emperor" could only take action himself. The blood pool suddenly exploded, and with a light clip of his fingers, the sword rainbow burst, and the famous sword Qiuzhu was clamped in his hand.

"Bad humane means."

The "Ghost Emperor" raised his head and grabbed it with one palm. The terrifying imperial energy turned into another "black golden crow" in the air. It was even stronger than the Nine Yang Boy. With a few strokes, his claws were torn apart, and he tore apart a golden wing.

"The crude bloodline of heaven."

Even though he had estimated the powerful power of the "Ancient King of Yama", when this man took full advantage of the three of them, it was still beyond the expectations of the three. It can even be said that he completely underestimated the other party's level.

"Um?"

The "Ghost Emperor" lowered his head and saw a dragon shadow surrounding the tree on the Bodhi tree. Wherever he passed, he forced the emperor's aura to retreat three points.

"A little dragon in the lower realm? Heh!"

The next moment, the Ghost Emperor appeared in front of the dragon's head, grabbed it with one palm, and his palm turned into a pitch-black dragon claw.

At the same time, the illusion of the Bodhi monk appeared in front of the other side, his face was extremely solemn, and he recited Sanskrit.

"Prayer, diligence, meditation, Prajna," a seal blasted out, "Brahmazang!"

The palm prints intersected, and the emperor's energy and the emperor's energy suddenly hit wildly. Under this pressure, the Eighteen Hells of the Golden Body was revealed, and the dragon veins were pressed into the Bodhi tree inch after inch.

The dragon vein, the golden body, and the ten hell maps finally had a wonderful reaction. The aperture behind the nature surfaced, which was not an ordinary aperture. The dragon shadow head was tied to the tail head, and the tail head was tied to the black aperture.

At the same time, the head of white hair exploded from the head.

The underworld filthy land, turn the dragon into king!
Chapter completed!