Prehistoric: Senior Brother Xuanmen

Chapter 289 Believe Your Majesty, You Don't Want To... (Please subscribe, ask for a monthly pass)
The prehistoric land is boundless.

But under this earth, there are still eighteen layers of underworld.

The sun is not seen here all year round, and it is dark and dark. There is only a yellow and turbid river running through the Eighteen Layers of Netherland.

Originating from the human world, it rushes to the sea of ​​blood in the nether world.

This big river is called Wangchuan, and it is tens of thousands of miles wide at its narrowest point.

The river water is blood-yellow, and it is full of lonely ghosts and copper snakes and iron dogs who cannot be reincarnated.

Xuan Chengzi drove the chasing car through the ghost gate and came to the bank of Wangchuan River.

Ahead is a stone bridge.

This bridge is called Naihe Bridge.

The width is only a hundred feet, but the length is far more than ten thousand miles!
This is the only way to cross the Wangchuan River.

Because the water of the Wangchuan River carries a strong evil spirit, it is difficult for even a golden immortal monk to fly over this river, let alone wading through it.

Below Daluo Jinxian, the only way to get to the other side is through the Naihe Bridge.

Both sides of Naihe Bridge are protected by carved stone railings, the bridge deck is slightly curved, and the bridge deck is paved with bluestone.

The souls of the dead arrived here in a daze, and they arranged themselves according to left yin and right yang, and walked across the bridge slowly.

They often have to walk hundreds of thousands of years, or even longer, to reach the other side of this bridge.

There is also the risk of falling into the Wangchuan River in the middle.

Xuan Chengzi would not be so troublesome, he directly drove the Zhuri car across the Wangchuan River and came to a gloomy black giant city.

This huge black city is Fengdu!

The grass and trees in the city are all born with the evil spirit of Yin and evil, and they look like the sharp edge of a sword.

There are many magnificent palaces in the city. The souls entering Fengdu must enter these palaces one by one to be interrogated and punished.

Xuan Chengzi traveled all the way, and found that this hell was obviously not the one he remembered.

Although the place is still the same place, it is not the bull-headed horse face, the impermanence, the judge, the ten halls of Yama, etc. who are in charge of it.

Along the way, Xuan Chengzi saw many warriors of the Wu clan, who herded the dead souls and acted as guards.

There is also the Jiuyou God Lord mentioned by the two witch warriors guarding the ghost gate before, Xuan Chengzi doesn't know who he is.

Out of a certain psychology, Hell has been born for so many years, and he has never been here.

"Who is coming!"

The gates of the treasure halls were opened, and many tall Wu tribe warriors came out of them, all of them looked up solemnly at the Sun Chaser floating above Fengdu.

They have entered the underworld several times, and this is the first time they have encountered someone who dared to break in.

"Explain and teach Xuan Chengzi, come to visit Empress Pingxin."

Xuan Chengzi sat in the luan car and said in a harmonious voice.

There was a whisper immediately below.

Obviously, Xuan Chengzi's name is deafening even in Fengdu, the underworld.

Shaoqing, a skinny old man of the Wu clan stepped forward two steps, cupped his fists towards the sun-riding car and said: "Shangxian came here uninvited. If the empress is willing to see you, she will guide you there... But now Shangxian has not yet come. I have to be guided by the empress, obviously the empress does not want to see the Shangxian, so please come back if it is the Shangxian."

Well, it's about to be shut down.

Xuan Chengzi sighed in his heart.

After so many years, why has he never come to the underworld?
After all, when Empress Pingxin obtained the authentic holy position, he, Xuan Chengzi, had the power to guide her!
It stands to reason that he should be a guest of honor when he comes to the underworld.

But his master Yuanshi Tianzun once warned him a word.

A flat heart is a flat heart, and Houtu is Houtu.

Xuan Chengzi easily understood the meaning of this sentence.

At the beginning, the ancestor Houtu turned into a witch, and after he got the holy throne, his temperament changed drastically. He called himself Pingxin, and turned a blind eye to Zhurong ancestor witch and the others.

Xuan Chengzi was suspicious at that time.

The ancestor of Houtu turned into a witch in reincarnation, which completed the rules of the tunnel and matched the tunnel...

Xuan Chengzi can naturally think of the key to this familiar plot.

When she is Pingxin, she is a fair and benevolent authentic saint, the lord of the underworld, the incarnation of reincarnation... But when she is Houtu, she is an equally benevolent but unwilling ancestor witch.

If it is the former, Xuan Chengzi will definitely get an interview when he comes to visit.

But if it's the latter, it's really hard to say.

After all, after the calamity of the Lich, the chaotic secrets have regained their clarity. As a true saint, the Houtu Ancestral Witch can easily understand the cause and effect, and naturally understand that Xuan Chengzi's "pointing" to her to become a saint was just going along with the flow... …not even a pure mind!

In this case, just closing the door and disappearing is already very face-to-face.

But Xuan Chengzi is not rare.

He pondered for a while, and said loudly: "The disciple has something important to discuss with the uncle. I believe that you don't want to see the only remaining warriors of the Wu tribe slaughtered, right?"

As soon as these words came out, all the warriors of the Wu tribe in Fengdu immediately glared at him. The hot-tempered ones had already displayed their supernatural powers, and their bodies swelled rapidly.

This is like the Wu clan warrior in my memory.

Xuan Chengzi sighed in admiration, and at the same time as he put away the Chaser car, a golden and bright Qingyun emerged from above his head.

"Crash~"

The golden merit coins are like rushing rivers, reciprocating in Qingyun, emitting dazzling brilliance.

And above Qingyun, spirit treasures shining with various colors of brilliance emerged one after another.

The chaotic clock with simple and simple shape, surrounded by mysterious and yellow energy; the four fairy swords that are neither metal nor wood, filled with fierce and hostile energy...

Those Wu clan warriors who were about to strike froze instantly.

They are brave, but they are not stupid.

Especially after experiencing the Lich War, they understood what "forbearance" is.

At this moment, a cold voice sounded.

"Xuan Chengzi! Are you going to make a fuss in the underworld?"

Hearing this much unfamiliar voice, Xuan Chengzi compared it with the voice in his memory, and then said respectfully: "I don't dare! I just want to protect myself..."

Before he could finish speaking, the cold voice sounded again.

"Come and see me at the Palace of Pingxin!"

Xuan Chengzi breathed a sigh of relief, and respectfully said: "I obey the order! It's just that I don't know where the Palace of Peaceful Heart is, so I ask my uncle to guide me."

Before the words fell, there was a deep feeling in his heart.

"Thank you, uncle!"

Xuan Chengzi thanked, glanced at the warriors of the Wu clan, and then put away many spirit treasures, and a twelfth-grade karma red lotus appeared under his feet and walked towards the sensed direction at a high speed.

……

In the majestic and majestic Taoist Palace, Madam Pingxin... no, it is the ancestor witch of Houtu sitting on the cloud bed, but her expression is not calm.

After incarnating in reincarnation, she has indeed attained the authentic holy position and became a saint, but she has also been subject to the tunnel since then because she incarnated in reincarnation to complete the rules of the tunnel.

Under normal circumstances, she cannot leave the underworld.

At least until the tunnel is stable, she can't leave.

It was also for this reason that she could only watch her brothers die in battle during the Lich War.

She is clearly a saint, but there is nothing she can do about it!

This made her fall into infinite remorse and unwillingness. If she hadn't reincarnated in the first place, the result would have been different.

During these Yuanhuis, she repeated the catastrophe time and time again.

But every time, it was a dead move.

No matter how she tosses and turns, she cannot escape the end that all the ancestors and witches will perish in the end.

The only way for her to go is to prove to be a true saint!

Otherwise, her fate would be to fall into the catastrophe like other ancestor witches.

"Ugh!"

The sigh echoed in the Dao Palace.

Advance also lose, retreat also lose.

In the end, he can only be trapped in the underworld, separated from the world forever.

At least it can provide a shelter for the remaining Wu Clan... Maybe we can go further in the future so that they can return to the prehistoric one day.

Of course, this is bound to be difficult.

Even she can only lay out the layout carefully.

"Xuanjiao Xuan Chengzi asks to see Master Uncle!"

The familiar voice came from outside the hall, Hou Tu subconsciously frowned.

The scene she has deduced the most these years is the scene of incarnation and reincarnation.

Although she also knew that no matter whether Xuan Chengzi intervened or not, she would eventually go on this path, but she still had a feeling similar to venting anger towards him.

At this time, after Xu Shi hadn't waited for a long time to respond, Xuan Chengzi's voice sounded again.

"Uncle, can the disciple come in?"

Houtu took a deep breath to calm down his complicated emotions. With a slight movement of his thoughts, the thick and wide palace gates suddenly parted to both sides.

Seeing that the palace door finally opened, Xuan Chengzi was a little afraid to go in.

He subconsciously wanted to release his divine sense to see if there was a group of swordsmen ambushing in the temple...

Just kidding, I really want to do something to him, there is no need to ambush him.

Comforting himself like this, Xuan Chengzi took a deep breath and walked into the hall.

What I saw was an empty hall, except for a cloud bed, there was nothing else.

The inside of the hall is as dark as the outside, but of course this will not affect Xuan Chengzi's ability to see clearly the saintly lady whom he has not seen for a long time.

At this moment, Empress Houtu was sitting on the cloud bed, looking at him peacefully.

"Disciple pays homage to Master Uncle, may Master Uncle live without bounds."

Xuan Chengzi bowed respectfully, and then dared to look up at Empress Houtu.

I saw that she was wearing an apricot-yellow toga, but she still couldn't hide her slender figure. Her long black hair was draped over her shoulders, soft and smooth like a black waterfall.

There is a faint fragrance in the quiet hall, like a delicate flower blooming in the darkness.

"What did you mean when you said that the warriors of the Wu tribe would be slaughtered?"

Empress Hou Tu stared at Xuan Chengzi, with a dangerous glint in her eyes, "Are you threatening me? If I don't invite you, you will kill all directions in the underworld, right?"

"Disciple dare not!"

Xuan Chengzi quickly bowed and said, "Uncle Master misunderstood. What I mean by this disciple is a massacre that these Wu clan warriors will encounter in the future."

He didn't dare to let it go, and continued: "The disciple found a witch in the Jiuli tribe in the northern part of Nanfangbuzhou, who was pregnant with Liujia, and the child she was carrying had great luck.

The lifespan of witch people is much longer than that of ordinary humans, and the growth cycle is correspondingly longer.About two hundred years later, that child will be at his prime, and he will be a strong contender for the Emperor.

If my guess is correct, the great luck on him should be the remaining luck of the Wu clan, right?
Do you want to help him prove the human emperor's Dao fruit, let him serve as the link between the human race and the witch race, and realize the mutual luck of the two races, so that one is prosperous and the other is damaged? "

Hou Tu glanced at him, with murderous intent in his eyes.

"With just an unborn child, you can guess so many things?"

Who let us have the memory of future generations?

Xuan Chengzi smiled slightly, "The disciple is good at pinching his fingers and doing magic calculations, so he can do some calculations."

"Oh~"

Empress Hou Tu chuckled, "Then, have you calculated your fortune today by pinching your fingers? Is it good luck, good luck, or great luck?"

Xuan Chengzi: (°ー°〃)
I feel like you're humiliating me, but I have no proof.

(End of this chapter)