Conferred Gods: Starting from the Third Prince Long

Chapter 141 The Lord of the Underworld
They separated from Long Wu in the city, and the two agreed to fight in front of the palace gate.

Ao Bing transformed into A Piao and wandered among the ghost people.

Maybe it's because there are too many people, and the ghost's hands and feet are not clean either.

He was floating, and suddenly he felt someone pinched his butt.

Turning around suddenly, I found that it was an old pervert with a big belly.

The other person's eyes were protruding, his face was full of fat, his lips were dripping with saliva, his hands were greasy, and he winked at him.

"Beauty, do you want to play?"

"Am I playing with you!"

You dare to touch the tiger’s butt!
He twisted around and punched suddenly, punching out and retracting it as fast as lightning.

This blow was so ferocious that the opponent's face was sunk into his skull, and it exploded into a ball of ghostly energy on the spot.

When the surrounding ghosts saw this, not only were they not afraid, but they swarmed in like sharks smelling blood and took a deep breath.

It wasn't until all the ghost energy was sucked out that he became intoxicated and returned to the hazy state again, doing his own thing.

A kind-hearted old man reminded: "Little girl, today is the birthday of Patriarch Tianyin, so you can't fight and cause trouble."

Ao Bing turned his head, his face covered by his long hair could not see his expression, but he could see the other person's face.

The old man had a hunched and skinny body, leaning on a cane in one hand and carrying a basket in the other. The basket was covered with a white cloth, and he looked very old.

His neck was empty, and the fracture was smooth, as if it had been chopped off with a sharp weapon.

The sound came from the basket.

Ao Bing was curious and couldn't help but blow a breath.

The next second, I almost shut myself down on the spot.

But a dark wind rolled up the white cloth on the basket, revealing a shriveled, mummy-like head.

There were faint signs of maggots crawling in and out of the eye sockets and nasal cavity, devouring the flesh.

"This……"

The corners of his mouth twitched, and he really wanted to give himself two big ears of melon seeds.

Duan Duan, why are you so mean-mouthed? !
But thinking of "Ancestor Tianyin", my heart moved.

Ancestor Tianyin, Lord Yinshi Ming...

I don’t know if the two are related.

He immediately stopped and asked sharply: "Uncle, who is Patriarch Tianyin?"

The old man in the basket opened and closed his mouth, as if he was startled by his words.

"Ancestor Tianyin is the god of our Tianyin Sect. I don't even know him. Aren't you a local?"

"Yes, I just died recently." Ao Bing agreed awkwardly,

"Then how did you die?"

"Ah, I hanged myself."

He was stunned for a moment, stretched out his long tongue, and licked it around his neck like a big snake spitting out a message. His reaction was extremely fast.

The old man suddenly realized, "So you are a hanger", and then continued:

"Wherever the soil and water support the people, you have to follow the local customs. When you come to our country, you have to believe in the god of our country."

Ao Bing nodded, snickering secretly in his heart. He himself was a god, so why should he trust others.

On the surface, he still asked: "What is this god of ours capable of?"

The old man slapped his mouth: "I don't know."

"Has he appeared before?"

"no!"

"Then what's the benefit of trusting him?"

"nor!"

Damn it, you don’t have anything, don’t believe it!

Under his black hair, he rolled his eyes with a speechless expression.

This so-called "Tianyin Sect" is probably just a tool used by the "Yinshi Mingjun" to fool and control the low-level ghost people.

That Tianyin Patriarch might not exist at all, or he might just be a puppet pushed out from above.

He sighed, knowing that he was worrying in vain, and was about to leave.

Before leaving, he felt something in his heart and asked the other party:

"How long have you been dead, uncle?"

"Ah, it's been 600 years since I died."

The head in the basket spoke in a bleak tone, and its withered lips revealed the weather.

Ao Bing was shocked. In 600 years, the world could live through two dynasties.

"Then do you want to be reincarnated?"

"Nonsense, are you willing to live for 600 years without being a human or a ghost?"

"That's definitely not willing."

He shuddered, and once again strengthened his determination to bulldoze the ghost country.

Who can endure such a ghost for 600 years?

The Lord of the Underworld in the Dog Basket is waiting for you! !
Farewell to the beheaded old man, Ao Bing continued to wander towards the palace.

The Royal Palace is built due west, and the Royal Street is wide and large, with the ground paved with large bluestones.

The wealthy family is so large that it occupies about a quarter of the entire ghost country.

Compared with the human world, it is also full of royal atmosphere.

Although there are no bull heads and horse faces, there are tiger guards and dragons, guarding each door tightly.

When Ao Bing approached, there was already a commotion in front of him.

A group of ghosts whined and screamed wildly, blowing gusts of dark wind, blowing black mist in front of them.

Long Wu held the Qiankun Circle high, chanted the mantra in his mouth, and released thousands of golden lights.

That treasure is the treasure of Jinguang Cave in Qianyuan Mountain.

Nezha can only hit people when used, but often fails to kill them.

But it doesn't mean that Qiankun Circle is garbage.

You can't beat the gods to death, but you can beat the ghosts one by one.

I saw him holding a golden ring in his hand, as if holding a sun.

The vast golden light covered the sky and covered half of the ghost country.

"Who dares to act so arrogantly in front of the palace?"

A Huangmen ghost that was more than two feet tall noticed something strange and rushed out menacingly, holding a ghost-headed sword and wearing heavy gilt armor. The surrounding ghosts were so blinded by the light that they shouted:
"It's General Huang!"

"General, kill him quickly!"

"My eyes hurt so much! I can't see, I can't see anything!!"

The cries of ghosts and howls of wolves fueled the Huangmen ghost's arrogance, and he ran faster with a knife.

Long Wu swallowed his saliva. He might not have fought much before, but he still took half a step back nervously even though he was holding the Qiankun Circle.

However, thinking that the prince might be observing from a certain nook and corner, I immediately became emboldened.

"There's someone behind me, there's someone behind me!"

He muttered to himself, cheered himself up, and threw out the circle of heaven and earth.

clang--

A ray of golden light burst out, and the Huangmen ghost instinctively blocked it with his knife. It was like hitting a train in an instant, and he flew backwards with the knife, and severely knocked down a palace wall.

The soul dispersed into a ghostly mist on the spot.

"So strong?"

Long Wu was stunned.

The Yellow Gate Ghost was sent to guard the palace gate. It was obviously much more powerful than the ordinary ghosts. Unexpectedly, it couldn't stop him even with a single move.

He couldn't help but feel more convinced and awed by Ao Bing.

At this time, movement was noticed in the palace, and there was the sound of dense footsteps.

Then the sound of golden drums was heard in the sky, and ghost soldiers and generals of various tribes emerged from the door, holding swords, guns, swords and halberds, axes, axes and hooks.

The leader was covered in golden light and did not dare to step forward. He shouted loudly:

"Where did the devil come from, Nuo Da Qiankun, if you don't escape alone, you have to come here to seek death."

Long Wu had already received the prince's instructions and hurriedly followed the script and replied loudly:

"Grandpa doesn't change his name when he's working, and he doesn't change his surname when he's sitting down. It's the fifth god of the Yuyang Kingdom, the God of Rain!"

You secretly seize the ghosts and disrupt the order of the three realms. Today's incident has happened. Why don't you surrender quickly? "

"Haha, even the God of Rain dares to interfere with my affairs in the underworld! What a dog trying to meddle in my own business!"

After he finished speaking, a thick cloud suddenly flew up in the direction of the palace, dark and gloomy.

The clouds rolled and various ferocious ghost heads appeared.

The ghost head carries the black mist, which is gloomy and miserable, and howls in pain.

The sound waves were as sharp as nails on an iron plate. Just hearing it made people sick and dizzy.

In the clouds, a majestic figure stood tall.

He wears a beaded crown on his head and a mysterious black royal robe with golden dragons embroidered on it, like the Nine Heavens God Emperor, looking down on the people.

This posture and temperament can bluff people three points before taking action.

Long Wu was flustered when he saw it. He didn't know whether the third prince could cover him, so he hurriedly threw the circle of heaven and earth out again.

The circle exploded with golden light, and it was extremely bright in an instant. It was like chasing the stars and chasing the moon, and it hit the Lord of the Underworld.

"So brave!!"

Lord Ming shouted loudly, waved his sleeves and opened his hands. The python sleeves of the royal robe expanded like the wind, and green will-o'-the-wisps flew out one after another.

Click, click, click, like a firefly at first, but when the wind blows, it swells to the size of a wheel.

Whistling like wuwu~wuwu~, they swarmed towards the Qiankun Circle.

"It's Lord Ming's Hidden Yin Immortal Sleeve!"

A knowledgeable ghost will exclaim.

The will-o'-the-wisp is a yin fire made from corpses. It is green and oily, and burns without temperature.

But once it is contaminated on the body, it is like maggots on the tarsus, burning through the skin, flesh and bones, and cannot be quenched by water!
boom -

The will-o'-the-wisp hit the Qiankun Circle and exploded into countless green sparks, flying in all directions and burning a large area of ​​the building.

The Qiankun Circle was also blown away.

Long Wu was surprised. He didn't expect that such a powerful treasure could be broken with just one move.

He quickly chanted the mantra again.

A hundred meters away, the Qiankun Circle trembled and beat. He woke up after hearing the curse and flew back in an instant.

Yinshi Mingjun sneered, "You young people, if you have some ability, just imitate others to follow the rules of heaven, and you don't care about your own weight."

While speaking, he was condescending and waved his sleeves.

The faint ghost fire burning in the building was sensed, bursting into flames several feet high, and turned into seven or eight green cobras, about ten feet thick, swimming over.

In the dim light of the fire, Long Wu raised his head sluggishly, and the fire snakes seemed to be dancing, hissing and swaying around him and spitting out letters, sealing all exits.

"I recognize you." The underworld fire shone, reflecting Long Wu's fat face, and Lord Yin Shi Ming couldn't help but frown: "You are the catfish in the rain.

In the past, you made your rain, and I governed my country, and we did not offend the river. Why are you here this time?
One more treasure? "

He said to himself and suddenly raised his head: "Tell me, who sent you here?"

Long Wu swallowed, and the Qiankun circle in his hand trembled slightly, as if to remind him to reply quickly.

When he came, Ao Bing told him to try his best to find out the true and false status of the Lord of the Underworld. At this moment, his thoughts were spinning and he couldn't help but say:
"In the past, Empress Nuwa once suppressed a fire demon in Chiyou Mountain, and your ability to play with fire is extremely rare. Could it be that you are that fire demon?"

"Hahahaha, it turns out that Nuwa asked you to come!"

Yinshi Mingjun laughed, folded his arms and looked down at him:
"Nuwa was smart all her life, but confused for a while.

I'm afraid that despite all the heavenly secrets, I will give up my physical body and refine the Xuanyin Treasure Vase instead.

Now she thinks I will die, so she asked you, a young boy, to recycle the bottles. It was all in vain! "

He laughed wildly, with a very proud look on his face, and said to himself:
"Since you were sent by Nuwa, I can't kill you easily."

Long Wu felt relieved, it seemed that he had to give the name of Nuwa Empress.

Unexpectedly, he was not happy for a second, but Lord Yinshi Ming then had a gloomy expression and spoke bitterly:

"I should put you in a bottle and burn you with dark fire every day, so that you can't survive or die!

Let you also feel the pain I suffered back then! ! "

As soon as he finished speaking, he took out a treasure vase from his sleeve.

It is shaped like a gourd, but is made of porcelain, with the sun, moon, stars, and all aspects of the universe printed on it.

He pulled off the lid and threw it into the sky.

The vase rises in the wind, generating an invisible force of suction.

Long Wu was confused for a moment, his body fell backwards, and his soul came out of his orifice involuntarily.

"good chance!"

Ao Bing was hiding in the dark. When he saw this, he quickly took off his hand and flew out a stream of light. The treasure and money flashed past in the dark world like fire and lightning...

(End of this chapter)