Prehistoric: God-level choice, take Zhao Gongming at the beginning

Chapter 140 Ghost King Yu Lei’s merits appear!
"Oh? Yu Lei, Zhou Qi, Zhao Wenhe, aren't these the names of the five ghost emperors after the establishment of the underworld?"

Zhao Gongming was secretly shocked. The five peaks where they lived were in opposition to their names. If nothing else happened, these five people should become the Ghost Emperors of the Five Directions in the future!

Hou Tu smiled and said, "You ghost tribe live in the depths of the eighteenth level of the Netherworld Sea. You never leave the Netherworld Sea. Whenever you go out, you will cause monstrous killings. All races in the ancient world will be itching to hate you."

Yu Lei was obviously the eldest brother among the five. After hearing this, his face became visibly ugly.

"What does Hou Tuzu Wu mean by this and what is its purpose? Just say it."

Hou Tu still smiled, "From today on, I am the master of Netherworld Sea. You have only two choices. One, surrender to me, and two, die here."

Hou Tu's voice fell, and the pressure of the quasi-sage Great Perfection level slowly leaked out, carrying an overwhelming and earth-shattering force, spreading to the eighteenth level of the Netherworld Sea.

Zhao Gongming was full of admiration on the side, she was worthy of being the Empress Houtu.

She has a benevolent heart, but she is not that kind of Holy Mother. She looks like a domineering female CEO now.

Xing Tian was full of pride at the side, "Brother Gongming, my ancestral witch must be domineering."

"Domineering, domineering!"

Yu Lei was stunned for a moment, and after several breaths, his expression changed slightly and became evil, "Is the ancestral witch threatening us?"

"This is not to threaten you, but to give you two choices. You can choose either one."

Hou Tu looked solemn.

Zhao Wenhe hummed, "Master Ancestral Witch, Netherworld Sea is the territory of Ancestor Styx. He wants to touch us. Have you asked Ancestor Styx?"

The River Styx is simply the talisman of the ghost clan. The ghost clan usually stays in the Netherworld Sea and usually does not go out. Once they go out, they will hate the supreme killing.

Once you provoke a strong enemy, you will immediately run back to the Netherworld Sea. No matter how strong the enemies outside are, they will not dare to break into the Styx River's territory and take action against the ghosts.

Hou Tu smiled and said, "My fellow Taoist Minghe agreed to come here."

After saying that, her face turned slightly serious, "I will give you ten breaths to make a choice, otherwise, I will make the choice for you."

The five Yu Lei people, as the actual leaders of Netherworld Sea, are also contaminated with immeasurable evil energy.

After transforming them, Hou Tu felt nothing at all.

"Hmph, you are so arrogant, how can I, Netherworld Sea, allow you to be so arrogant!"

Zhou Qi shouted loudly, and all the Daluo Jinxian's peak cultivation was condensed into one palm, and then he hit the back soil with an overwhelming force!

"Boom boom boom!"

The entire Netherworld Sea experienced tremendous and majestic palm force, as if it had turned into a world, crushing the earth behind it.

"Stubborn!"

Hou Tu shook his head slightly, pointed out with a finger, and the palm prints that covered the sky and sun quietly turned into smoke.

Then she tapped again, using the power of the earth and moving her heart at will, Zhou Qi felt as if he had been hit hard and was directly knocked out. His breath was all over his body, he fell to the bottom, and he instantly became sluggish.

Hou Tu suppressed Zhou Qi with a snap of his fingers, without even moving his body, feeling extremely relaxed and comfortable.

"Five more breaths."

Yu Lei and the other four ghost kings looked at each other with Zhou Qi, who was on the ground and had a face as bright as gold paper. The atmosphere around them suddenly became subtle.

Xing Tian came close to Zhao Gongming and whispered, "Brother Gongming, I heard that the ghost tribe has a tough character and is not afraid of anyone. They won't really do it, right?"

Zhao Gongming smiled and said, "You'll know if you look at it again."

Yu Lei and the other four looked at each other and Zhou Qi, and their attitudes immediately became respectful, "We, I would like to serve Hou Tu Zu Sha as our master."

Hou Tu said casually, "Since you recognize your master, let's make an oath of heaven."

The oath of heaven is valid for all races and creatures in the ancient world.

Yu Lei's beard twitched, "Master Zuwu, this."

"Huh?" Houtu's voice was a bit colder.

"Yes, I will make an oath to heaven right now."

"I am Yu Lei, I am Zhao Wenhe, and I am Zhou Qi. We are willing to serve as our master, the Tuzu Witch, the Queen of the Witch Clan. We will be loyal and have no second thoughts. If there is rebellion, the sky will thunder and die, and there will be no burial place. The way of heaven. Learn from it.”

As Yu Lei's voice fell, sky thunder roared above the Netherworld Sea, and the oath of heaven took effect.

Yu Lei stepped forward and said respectfully, "May I ask, sir, is there anything we need to do?"

Houtu said, "Bring me all the ghosts in the Eighteen Netherworld Sea who are contaminated with evil spirits. I want to transform them."

"what"

Yu Lei was frightened. He didn't expect that Lord Zu Wu's final goal was to attack his ghost clan.

"I'm waiting for orders."

Zhao Wenhe quickly pulled Yu Lei and retreated with the ghost kings.

Suddenly, the eighteenth level of the Nether Sea became silent again, with only Hou Tu, Zhao Gongming, and Xing Tian remaining.

Xing Tian scratched his head, "Master Zuwu, the ghost tribe is cunning, aren't you afraid that they will sneak away?"

"In the face of absolute strength, everything is false. What's more, Uncle Houtu didn't take action against them. Why are they running?"

Hou Tu nodded, "The ghost clan has done a lot of evil. I hope I can earn a little more merit and open a bright road for my witch clan."

Hou Tu, we must do our best to avoid the fate of the Witch Clan and the Demon Clan dying together.

After a while, Yu Lei and others came, holding hundreds of ghosts in their hands.

The man had a green face and fangs, disheveled hair, and a strange shape. A thick blood-evil aura rushed towards his face.

There are different levels of cultivation, with the highest being the Golden Immortal, the weakest being the Earth Immortal, and the Celestial Immortal.

Obviously, Yu Lei and the others picked up the low-cultivation ghosts and captured them for Hou Tu.

Hou Tu didn't care, so he grabbed one and started to transform.

Hou Tu is the ancestral shaman of Tu, and he is the only ancestral shaman with a soul. He has his own set of specialized methods for transformation.

Soon an hour passed, and a green-faced fang, the ghost clan of the Golden Fairyland was transformed.

In an instant, [-]% of the merits sent from heaven were given to the Styx by Hou Tu, and the other [-]% fell into Hou Tu's body, canceling out the karma on his body, and the remaining [-]% fell into Zhao Gongming's body. in vivo.

"Uncle Houtu, this is."

At this time, Zhao Gongming was a little at a loss.

"You gave me this glimmer of hope for the Wu Clan. If it weren't for you, the Wu Clan would have gone down the wrong path forever."

A faint smile appeared on Hou Tu's face, which further highlighted his rosy and charming appearance.

"All right."

In the end, Zhao Gongming did not refuse. In addition to his merits, he also had Hou Tu's persistence.

In a blink of an eye, a hundred years passed quickly. Hou Tu worked day and night to transform the ghost clan, and he had already accumulated a lot of merit.

Zhao Gongming also benefited a lot, and the golden wheel of merit behind him became more and more condensed.

Zhao Gongming believed that one day, if he sacrificed the Golden Wheel of Merit, he would be afraid that the saint would come in person and not dare to kill him.

On this day, Zhao Gongming said goodbye to Hou Tu. Hou Tu was in the Nether Sea, focusing on collecting merit and finding a way out for the Wu clan.

It would be meaningless for him to continue to stay in Netherworld Sea, so he might as well go back early.

It has been hundreds of years since the master attained enlightenment and established the sect. It is not a big deal that he, a great disciple of the Jie sect, has never returned.

(End of this chapter)