The Heaven-shattering: Starting from Simulating Becoming an Emperor

Chapter 12 Underworld
"How can it be!"

The old ghost's distorted face was full of shock, and he seemed unwilling to believe what he saw, and he shouted hysterically.

It's no wonder. They regard themselves as the only ruthless lineage in the world, but they were attacked by the imperial soldiers of the ruthless emperor. Isn't this a slap in their own face?

Since they received the inheritance, they have been searching for an unknown period of time in order to find this imperial weapon and become the legitimate descendants of the ruthless man.

The result was finally seen in this world, but it was in the hands of a mortal enemy on the battlefield.

How could they accept this?

"Seeing this imperial soldier is like seeing the emperor himself. Heir of the ruthless man, why don't you kneel down and pay homage to your great master?"

Zhang Huan praised with a serious expression.

At present, it seems that the other party only knows magic skills, but has no information about the imperial weapon. This makes Zhang Huan feel relieved.

He originally wanted to trick the other party, but he didn't expect the old ghost to be stunned and asked fearfully.

"Are you related to that person? Are you here to clean up the mess or..."

The old ghost was trembling at this moment, his whole body felt like he was falling into an icy cave, and his eyes had calmed down, as if the fear engraved in his genes had been awakened.

He even threw aside his deep hatred, as if he had forgotten who killed his son and why he had become this half-human, half-ghost appearance.

"Guess what, the Great Emperor gave the inheritance to you villagers so that you would have the power to protect yourselves. I didn't expect that you would go astray and get deeper and deeper into trouble."

"I cannot bear to watch this any longer. I will come here on behalf of the Emperor and bring you to justice!"

Zhang Huan said ambiguously, trying to test the other party's background.

The other party’s ancestors were really the villagers of the Henren Village, who became successful, or they were outsiders who found the Henren Taoist temple and inherited the legacy.

If it is the latter, it is easy to deal with, just a few kittens and puppies. If it is the former, you have to be careful to beat the old ones, otherwise older ones will come out.

After hearing these words, the black energy in the old ghost's eyes shook violently and shrank into wheat spikes. The aura all over his body fluctuated, and even the ghost body composed of resentment dissipated a little.

“How did you know that?”

Those people back then have all died a long time ago, and only a few of us have survived. Who did you learn this from? ! "

The old ghost roared as if he was terrified to the extreme. His raised hands kept shaking. Facing Zhang Huan, he no longer had his previous demeanor, like a younger generation who had done something wrong.

However, not long after, he actually started talking to himself, as if to convince himself. The old ghost kept hinting at him, and finally he laughed so hard that he even fooled himself.

Even if the other party is really someone related to the ruthless man, given the current situation, there is only one way to go. No matter who he is, he must die today!

"Ha, ha ha ha ha. So that's how it is. You're just a lucky guy who found half of the magic jar. I don't know where you heard it from."

The old ghost suppressed his anxiety, looked at the magic jar without a lid, and became more convinced of his idea.

"It doesn't matter. As long as I kill you, not only can I get my revenge, but I can also get the imperial weapon I've always dreamed of. Hahahaha."

I am the only heir to the legacy left by the ruthless emperor. All the others who came out are fake. They are blasphemous to the gods and deserve to be killed!

The old ghost regained his fierce appearance, just like when he was chasing Zhang Huan before, and even more hysterical.

"I thought it would give a slight mental shock, but I didn't expect it to have such little effect."

Zhang Huan was slightly disappointed. He had been thinking of taking advantage of the other party's fear to attack him unexpectedly and kill the old ghost with the extreme light wave. However, he did not expect that the other party would not change his mind and became even more crazy after a few moves.

At least it delayed the time. Zhang Huan calculated that in a few minutes, the old ghost would not be able to hold on any longer, and by then it would be too late to save him. Zhang Huan would win without fighting.

The old ghost took off the small tower and held it in his hand, spreading the imperial formation to the battlefield. The area within millions of miles gradually became regularized irreversibly and changed under the influence of the imperial aura.

"This formation is a corner of the formation pattern that fell during the bloody battle between the Forbidden Zone Supreme and the Void ten thousand years ago. It merged into the world and turned into a spiritual plant. I got it by chance."

"Although it is not as good as an ultimate weapon, it can at least have one tenth or one twentieth of its effectiveness. If it is fully activated, it can counter your half-emperor weapon for a while. Without the magic jar to protect you, how can you survive the murderous intent of my quasi-emperor weapon?"

The old ghost laughed wildly, thinking that he was infallible and had made all the necessary plans to kill Zhang Huan.

The Emperor's formation is spiritual, and its powers are unimaginable to ordinary people. When it is harmless, it can even transform into a common grass plant and attract no attention at all. However, when the murderous intent is aroused, it can make an entire star field dim and wipe out all living things.

The complete imperial formation is controlled by a great emperor to kill and wreak havoc, and can even cause the supreme being to bleed. It is truly terrifying.

Seeing that Lao Gui said so, Zhang Huan couldn't just sit there and wait to die.

The surrounding battlefield gradually turned into a secluded world, wrapped in the imperial formation. Zhang Huan activated the Heaven-Devouring Demon Jar with all his strength and rushed towards the unclosed gap in the distance.

I am not stupid. I insisted on taking the beating in the imperial formation and exchanging the old ghost's remaining life for my own life as a great saint who had only lived for more than a thousand years. No matter how I think about it, it is not worth it.

Fighting to the death will only let the old ghost take advantage of you. At worst you can run away for a while and collect his body after he dies. He won't live long anyway and will be almost dead after a detour.

"You, despicable villain. Shameless!"

The old ghost's face turned as red as if he had eaten a fly. He was so angry that he cursed at his mother with all his might.

Seeing Zhang Huan using the supreme imperial weapon to escape at all speed, his speed was much faster than that of the Great Sage, and even if he tried his best, he could not catch up with him at all.

The old ghost's heart became ruthless, a trace of pity flashed in his eyes, and another token flew out from the wheel sea, rising with demonic energy, it was also a quasi-imperial weapon!

This is a treasure left behind by an old ancestor who passed away in the past. It has been used very few times. I didn’t expect that it would be forced to be destroyed today.

The quasi-imperial weapon was sacrificed, and the gods were captured by the imperial formation to absorb energy. After a while, the quasi-imperial weapon could not withstand the loss of life and shattered.

Fueled by the energy he absorbed, the old ghost's speed increased dramatically again, flying through one star field after another, chasing after Zhang Huan.

Even if the imperial formation was about to collapse, in order to deal with Zhang Huan, Lao Gui chose to cut off one of his own arms and retain the power of the imperial formation at the cost of a quasi-imperial weapon.

As time passed, the old ghost became more and more anxious. Even though he sacrificed a quasi-imperial weapon, there was still a gap between him and Zhang Huan. The old ghost felt annoyed and thought he would have been more cunning earlier. Unfortunately, he regretted it now.

Helplessly looking at the other quasi-imperial weapon, the old ghost tried to reach for the small tower, but his hand stopped uncontrollably. He could only activate the imperial formation and chase after it at all costs.

"Old man, you are so fast, let's see how long you can last."

Zhang Huan saw the old ghost behind him whose speed increased again, and sneered in his heart. He also shot out a few holy weapons behind him and detonated them with secret methods. There were continuous explosions and the acceleration continued to rise.

Both of them were anxious and were comparing the amount of wealth they had, but it was obvious that Zhang Huan was wealthier, and the old ghost ran out of money early on.

Life was gradually fading away, and with little time left, the old ghost numbly flew across the sea of ​​stars, and finally fell into despair at the last moment.

"No! How can I die like this when I haven't taken revenge yet and haven't obtained the Jidao Emperor's weapon? I won't accept this!"

The old ghost cursed unwillingly, knowing that he was powerless to change the situation, so he stopped chasing and let himself float away.

Not long after, he sensed a living creature flying towards him. The old ghost, with his consciousness blurred and ferocious, cast an imperial formation, trying to refine the creature he had detected.

But the Emperor's formation came up empty-handed, revealing infinite murderous intent, but inside there was only a turtle the size of a palm, and its release was meaningless, and it dissipated over time.

"Old man, I knew you had evil intentions, so I was on guard against you."

After hearing the familiar divine thoughts, the old ghost was completely in despair, as if he could no longer hold on. He turned his head and fell down, without any life left, and died completely.

Tearing open the space, Zhang Huan approached and saw a wisp of soul floating on the old ghost's body. Zhang Huan was quick to catch it, but his attack was empty. An illusory door appeared above the old ghost's body and sucked the soul into it. Even the rotten three-foot-tall tower moved strangely.

Zhang Huan quickly subdued it with the Heaven-Devouring Demon Pot to prevent it from escaping. After struggling for a while, the small tower lost its spirituality and became dead silent again, and the door also closed and disappeared.

With a quick glance towards the door, the first thing he saw was an endless expanse of black doomsday. All he saw was destruction. The river of blood was filled with surging waves, and countless corpses were piled up into mountains. It was like the underworld.

"Is the other side of the door the underworld? How could someone from the lineage of ruthless people have a connection with that place?"

Zhang Huan was puzzled. The unique deathly aura of the underworld was something that any living person would hate. They were very sensitive to it and would not make a mistake.

It caused the imperial soldiers to flow back, and the black divine light engulfed the rotten little tower, sealing it in the magic jar.

"Perhaps this little tower can provide some answers."

Zhang Huan was certain that this object had some unusual movements when it was connected with the underworld, or at least was related to it, and perhaps the answer could be found in its deity.

I touched the old ghost and found nothing on his body. I guess everything was destroyed.

However, Zhang Huan still found it odd. As far as Zhang Huan knew, the amount of supplies they collected every year was not a small amount. How could they be so poor? Where did the rest go?
How many people can be used by a saint like Lao Gui who has one foot halfway into the coffin? Is there no one else in the ruthless lineage? Zhang Huan remembered that Lao Gui mentioned that there were a few more people, but he never saw anyone else from beginning to end.

There are still remnants left in the world.

Using the imperial army, Zhang Huan performed divination and used the old ghost's body as a guide to influence the destiny.

The threads of cause and effect are intricately intertwined, all heading towards Beidou. Zhang Huan collected the old ghost's corpse and instantly followed several of the thickest threads.

They were all connected together, pulling towards the Eastern Wilderness. Some were broken along the way, disturbed by something, while others barely maintained and fell into the hands of several forces.

"They hid themselves so well that they mixed into different forces."

Zhang Huan sneered and found the person who was connected to the causal line among a powerful force.

"Blood Demon Cult?"

Zhang Huan looked at the plaque on the main hall and quietly found the remnants of the ruthless man.

The strongest person here was only at the Saint Lord level. Zhang Huan was like a jack of all trades, he went straight to the young man, easily broke his defenses and explored his memory.

The Heaven Devouring Demonic Art, the Immortal Heavenly Art, the Great Dao Aquarius, the Myriad Transformations Sacred Art, the Kill Me Enlightenment Art, the Only I Am the Supreme Sacred Art, the Divine Transformation Art
So many that it’s dizzying.

Zhang Huan found the second person and used the same method to search his memory. He found out from the memory that the old ghost had indeed led them to the village Zhang Huan had found more than 50 years ago.

He used magic to obscure the sight of mortals, so the villagers often felt that the old ghost was the only one there.

In this case, it is understandable that we missed the innate Tao fetus thousands of years ago.

With their mentality of treating all living beings as livestock, if they met a Taoist fetus, they would have eaten it up long ago, and there would be no chance for Yao Chi to accept it.

These people had heard from Lao Gui that it took nearly six thousand years to find a powerful killing weapon. Zhang Huan had already seen it. It was the Horn Emperor Formation. It seemed that it did not come to this village by chance.

It is truly mysterious and wonderful that such a remote place like Heifeng Village could have such a good fortune.

Upon learning that his offspring had been killed, the old ghost immediately transferred the seeds here and decisively killed the old slave who had been loyal to him for many years.

The ruthless lineage now relies on him and his son who is at the Saint King level, so the old ghost acts very decisively.

The intention to kill Zhang Huan might also be to silence him. When they knew that their tracks had been exposed, they would die together with Zhang Huan so that no one could find out about them and the safety of the younger generation could be ensured.

However, Zhang Huan didn't follow the old ghost's trick and survived, and then he tracked down this group of people.

Among the dozen or so people, some had no blood relationship with the old ghost, but still learned the martial arts.

"The old ghost wants to get rid of me as soon as possible. Every one of the ruthless people owes me a life."

Zhang Huan's eyes were cold and he really had no good feelings towards this lineage.

He always felt that to deal with bad guys, one had to be worse than them. If the old ghost wanted to kill him, then he would kill all of his clan members.

During the divination, several lines of cause and effect were finally broken, and no one knew where they fell in the Eastern Wilderness.

I think the other party must have something valuable that can shield him from the secrets of heaven. The Eastern Wilderness is so vast, where can I find it?

If we alert the enemy, it might be difficult to catch them all. The ones carrying the treasure must be the most important seeds, otherwise the old ghost would not attach so much importance to them.

"First, mark the few people we have found. Once we have figured out all of them, we can completely eradicate this lineage, so as to avoid leaving trouble for the future."

This group of people are missing a piece of their memory, probably cut off by the old ghost, and no clues can be found.

In this case, just wait for them to find it themselves. As long as they don't die early, this group of people will recognize each other sooner or later. Zhang Huan just needs to sit back and wait to wipe them out in one fell swoop in the future.

"I finally succeeded in obtaining the Immortal Heavenly Art and various secret techniques, and also obtained a quasi-imperial weapon. Although I can't use it, its origin seems to be quite significant."

A cave was opened nearby, and Zhang Huan took out the Heaven-Devouring Demon Pot. The black tentacles lifted up the withered yellow little tower.

The tower still looked rotten and dilapidated, its surface was extremely incomplete, and a withered yellow light shone faintly from it.

It was as if it had been buried in the evil land of the underworld for tens of millions of years, and the deathly aura spreading over it was so great that even Zhang Huan was unwilling to touch it.

"Do you have a god? Come out and answer."

"exist."

The small tower lit up twice, and a faint sound came from the tower.

Seeing the reaction, Zhang Huan asked again.

"You must have come from the underworld, so why did you end up in the hands of the previous owner?"

"He is not the master. The underworld chose him and signed a contract with him. Assistance is only a part of the contract. After his death, his soul will return to the underworld and he will be commanded by the underworld forever."

"Contract? Tell me about it?"

Zhang Huan was very interested in what was said. From what he heard, the old ghost was haunted by this object, and once he signed it, he would become a ghost soldier of the evil land.

"The contract follows the cycle of nature. There are gains and losses. If you get help from the underworld, you must sell yourself to repay the debt."

In other words, when you gain power that does not belong to you, you also have to pay a corresponding price.

This small tower might have been built by people from the underworld for fishing because of a shortage of manpower.

Being a magical girl is not that dark. You have to be a ghost soldier for eternity. Who would be willing to agree to it unless you are forced into a desperate situation?

At this time, the role of the quasi-imperial weapon comes into play. It is a ready-made power. There will always be a time when you can't help it.

It's an obvious trap, but people will fall into it for various reasons, such as Lao Gui.

"Are there many corpses in the underworld, like those of divine bodies and king bodies?"

"Too many, too many to count, and there are still many who have not been extradited. The underworld is short of people in this world, and there is too much work to do."

Zhang Huan's eyes lit up.

"Can living people join the underworld? What are the benefits?"

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"Uh, this"

Xiaota seemed shocked, as no one had ever asked such a question before.

"Yes, you can. There are also powerful people in the underworld who have been reborn through the power of the dead. They are no different from the living. If you really want to join, they will most likely agree. The treatment is very good."

"Then can you contact the underworld? I would like to join sincerely."

"It's too far away, and there's nothing I can do about it, unless you die and your soul is drawn to the underworld. If you want to keep your body, I'll give you the coordinates and you can go there on your own."

A ray of spiritual light shot out from the small tower. Zhang Huan did not resist and immediately knew the location of the underworld in the universe.

If one were to rely solely on one's own cultivation to cross the starry sky, it would take at least fifty years.

This is still the case when things are fast. If it were slower, it would be entirely possible that it would take decades longer.

“It’s a bit far.”

"At the end of reincarnation, everything will come to an end. The underworld is the final resting place of all souls..."

Zhang Huan was still in deep thought when Xiaota suddenly said something, the words in his words were mysterious and strange.

"At the end of reincarnation, is this the final destination for all souls?"

Zhang Huan shook his head, divine light surged in his hands, and the tentacles made of black light pulled the rotten little tower into the Heaven-Devouring Demon Pot again.

This small tower is not reliable, it is safer to suppress it on weekdays.

Qingniu Temple in Zhongzhou.

Zhang Huan pretended to raise his hand and was about to attack, which frightened Taoist Qingniu so much that he knelt down and begged for mercy.

According to the memory of the mysterious middle-aged Saint King, this Taoist Qingniu had a wonderful opportunity and accidentally found several pieces of fairy gold as big as a fingernail in a relic.

After presenting it to the mysterious man who was killed by Zhang Huan, the Taoist Qingniu felt that he had made a great contribution, so he dared to ask for the Immortal Heavenly Power from him.

But he didn't know that the mysterious man had long harbored murderous intentions towards him, and was preparing to make a killing from him as food. He had no intention of giving him anything, and all the promises he made were just delaying tactics and unrealistic.

"Master Mo, it's not that I don't want to tell you, it's just that I really don't know."

"Oh, you are still lying. You won't cry until you see the coffin. Today I will send you to the afterlife!"

Taoist Qingniu was so frightened that his courage almost broke. Where did this killer god come from? He always wanted to kill people. He, a saint, was not even an ant in front of the other party. He was controlled at will, as if his life and death depended on the other party's thoughts.

"I surrender, Lord Demon, please show mercy and spare Xiao Niu."

Seeing the palm-sized fist right in front of him, Taoist Qingniu lost all his courage and howled with tears and snot.

"Master, the ruins are only open once every hundred years. They are located on a small mound south of the Qinling Mountains in Zhongzhou. I will give you the location right away."

Taoist Qingniu reluctantly took out a scroll, as if it cost him his life.

It records the details of the Qinling Mountains within a radius of thousands of miles, and all the details are marked in it, including the location of the ruins.

A small mound of dirt?
Why is this so similar to my style? Zhang Huan remembered that the things he left for the original master were in a small mound next to the ancient forbidden land.

He muttered in his heart, but his expression remained unchanged.

"From now on, I will pay you resources once every hundred years. If you don't do your job well, I will skin you alive!"

After saying this, Zhang Huan punished him slightly with the Immortal Heaven Skill, and said that if he did well, the Immortal Heaven Skill was not impossible to use. He passed down the beginning of a paragraph on the spot, which made the Taoist Qingniu very happy.

This way you don't have to worry about him having any bad intentions.

Zhang Huan also visited several other companies controlled by the ruthless lineage, greeted them cordially, and successfully took over all the power they had operated over the years.

"Just send anyone to collect the resources. The most urgent thing is to improve our strength. We have to go to the underworld."

If I want to form a demon fetus and break the shackles in my old body, this underworld would be a good place to go.

Zhang Huan muttered to himself.

(End of this chapter)