I have a relic of heaven

Chapter 175: Ten thousand ghosts cry out for injustice, my master is Li Er!
Pingxu, bow slightly.

The negative energy was raging, and the plaque of the Hall of King Yama in the hall shook off clusters of dust and suddenly shattered!

Below the hall, the desk was cracked, the command tube containing the command arrow on the desk exploded, and the black pillars supporting the hall at the four corners were shaking.

Even the golden armor power of the fake immortal realm and the great yin messenger of the heavenly realm were unstable and stumbled!

The Yama Palace shook.

And that which is above it stands still.

When the old man, who was just making a show of politeness, stood up, all the strange movements suddenly disappeared. At this moment, all the strong men and ghost messengers in the hall were horrified.
Even the hundreds of people kneeling in the hall, including the old dragon, were dumbfounded!

The old man smiled and asked:

"Lord Yan, do you really want me to bow down to you?"

"I'm afraid that this Yama Palace, I'm afraid that your fate, can't bear it!"

In the hall, the tall man sitting upright raised his head and gently stroked the broken tablet of Yama in front of the desk.

There was a faint light floating up and down behind him. The light gradually became stronger, and it cast a shadow like an iron mountain standing above his head and then piling up and pressing down!

'boom! ’

The palace shook.

"Broken flow."

Seventy-two Immortal Techniques, Cutting off the Flow.

If the power is weak, it can stop the river suddenly, or stop the thousand-mile waterfall.

And if it is used by someone with profound magical powers and great virtue, he can even make the Milky Way in the sky split into two.

As the old gentleman finished speaking, a shadow as solid as a rock fell down, rushing towards him like a mighty river. But just before he reached it, it suddenly split into two halves, just avoiding him.

"What a heavy fate, what a great virtue."

In the hall, King Yan spoke in a low voice, his voice was like the sound of a huge bell, which made the eardrums of everyone in the hall hurt.

Zhou Mu frowned and looked directly at the confused King Yan. He was slightly startled and prepared to open his [Heavenly Eye] at any time.

This Lord Yama's cultivation is probably above the Heaven Realm. Compared with Lu Quan, who became a [Heavenly Immortal] after the change of history, his momentum is only stronger, not weaker. He also stole the throne of the King of Yama and has the Yama Palace to rely on.

Such a person would be difficult for even a True Immortal or even a Great Mystic Immortal to deal with!
of course.

I'm afraid it will stop here.

Otherwise, how could a person who occupies the Yama Palace and steals the throne of King Yama be unknown?

Although the fairyland is powerful and can dominate one side, it is more than enough, but in the whole world, even in today's declining world, it can only be regarded as a relatively powerful one.

But even so, he is definitely not his opponent - unless the opponent is a ghost, a soul body.

Thinking about this, Zhou Mu stared at the majestic Lord Yan, whose face he couldn't see clearly, and said calmly:
"The world has been in decline for 100,000 years, the immortal officials have disappeared, the gods have lost their traces, and I didn't expect that there is still someone in the world who has obtained the King of Hell's Palace and proclaimed himself the King of Hell."

"only."

Zhou Mu's white beard fluttered in the wind, and he looked calm and composed. He changed the subject:
"However, in the old days, the Lord of Hell commanded a palace and lived in the netherworld. He had four judges and countless ghost commanders under his command. But today, the Lord of Hell is entrenched in a village, luring people and fishing, using ghosts as bait to kill people."

He shook his head and sighed:

"The so-called Lord of Hell is nothing more than that."

Zhou Mu was gathering his forces to enter the palace. Nezha had already conveyed the news. Although this King of Hell was a thief, he had merged half of the Yama Palace.

To take his position, perform his duties, and hold his palace, you need to gather strength and suppress the opponent.

This demotion can help him gather strength, but it can also damage his false virtue, which is already weak.

The Yama Palace fell into silence. After seeing what had just happened, the strong men and the ghost messengers were all terrified and dared not say anything. They just waited for Yama to speak.

As for Lord Yan, he looked majestic and said nothing, just staring at Zhou Mu quietly.

Time passed bit by bit, Zhou Mu and the porcelain doll stood still, while the one kneeling down could not stop sweating on his forehead and back.
Even Luo Shuangyu was worried - this old Mr. Zhou seemed to be much more powerful than imagined and expected - but could he be a match for the mysterious man in the class?

for a long time.

Lord Yan spoke:
"With such a heavy fate, even Yama Palace cannot bear your worship. Who are you?"

"Zhou Er, Li Er."

"You dare to call yourself [Li Er], but you have not been punished by heaven, nor have you been killed by heaven and earth. Could it be that you are a sage called back by the human race, and you have a past with [Li Er] in ancient times?"

The speech was so plain and dull that everyone in the hall was confused. Sage?
Who is Li Er?

Neither the dozen or so people from Buzhou nor the hundreds of outsiders knew the name of Li Er. After all, that was at the beginning of the era.

Of course, if we talk about "Laozi", most people know him.

Zhou Mu's heart sank at this moment. He knew a lot about Laozi, but very little about Li Er.

At least in this decadent world today, when inheritance is almost cut off after a catastrophe, it is rare.

eccentric.

His expression remained unchanged, and he asked calmly:

"Oh? It seems that Lord Yan is well-informed. Is he a demon or a ghost, or a human with university knowledge?"

In the hall, Lord Yan said nothing, staring at Zhou Mu intently, but Zhou Mu could not sense this gaze, and even felt that the other party's eyes were extremely empty.

"It's not about being well-informed."

Yan Jun said calmly:
"I am also the sage who was called back during the blood sacrifice of the human race. Of course, I call myself a sage, but I am more like a piece of scraps."

"The humans never treat me with courtesy!"

After he finished speaking, Zhou Mu was surprised, and all the people in the hall looked up in astonishment. Luo Shuangyu stared at the gray mist covering Yan Jun, gritted her teeth, and couldn't help but said:

"Young men of the human race, Luo Shuangyu, Tianwei, Buzhou Jinling - may I ask who they are and what their names are, senior?"

"Not thoughtful."

The King of Hell in the hall smiled softly, with a hint of extreme coldness in his expression. The strong men and ghost messengers standing around him all glared at Luo Shuangyu, staring at her as if they wanted to bite her!

Luo Shuangyu felt cold all over, and Zhou Mu had a bad feeling in his heart. He wondered why this slow-paced King Yan suddenly became so furious!
The next moment.

The Lord of Hell picked up the wooden table and slammed it. The broken tablet of Yama was restored, and the cracked table, pillars, and command arrows were restored.

Everything is complete, without any damage or harm!

He spoke coldly:
"The evil ghosts have never harmed anyone, but people have killed ghosts. Now let me ask the ghosts in Hutou Village, do they have any grievances? If so, sue these hundreds of people!"

“Unjust, unjust, unjust!”

There were sounds of ghosts howling outside the government office.

"What an injustice!!"

Lord Yan slapped the wooden pole again and said:
"Rumor has it that there are people who have been wronged!"

The rolling negative energy was like a tide, sweeping in all directions. The kneeling people and outsiders all felt their bodies suddenly become cold.

The old dragon's face changed, his eyes rolled around, and he frequently looked at Chu Yaowu who seemed to be frightened, but he was not very panicked.

This person is here.

This person is here!
At this moment, outside the hall, thousands of ghosts swarmed in. The government office was obviously not big, but with hundreds of people kneeling and tens of thousands of ghosts pouring in, it still seemed extremely empty.

“Unjust, unjust, unjust!”

The evil ghosts were howling, and the evil spirits were heavy and sinister, crushing hundreds of people in the hall and making them tremble. Even Zhou Mu felt extremely uncomfortable, as if a heavy iron mass was pressing on every inch of his bones!

"Where is the injustice?"

Yan Jun asked coldly.

A fierce ghost took a step forward. Zhou Mu glanced sideways. Luo Shuangyu looked over under heavy pressure. It was not another ghost but the middle-aged guide.

The middle-aged guide in the daytime was a living person, but now looking at him again, he was clearly a terrifying evil ghost, with a green face, fangs, and a sinister aura.

The guide ghost said viciously:
"Not paying for the goods, killing ghosts for nothing, this is an injustice - we are wronged, hope that the Lord of Hell will redress our injustice!"

It knelt down.

The porcelain doll frowned and whispered:

"Brother Dao, Yama Palace is a natural creation of the Netherworld, not built by human power. It upholds fairness, justice, and equality. If you want to take over this Yama Palace, you must make sure that the thief has a bad character."

"It is not just Lord Yama or the judge who judges cases. Yama Palace itself is a judge. Therefore, if you can win this case with your words, it is possible that Yama Palace will surrender and abandon the thief!"

Zhou Mu nodded imperceptibly and replied in voice transmission:
"Can't we just kill the thief? I have a great skill. I can kill any soul, even if it is a sacred one."

The porcelain doll was obviously stunned and a little suspicious, but still said:
"And I still don't know if the thief is a spirit. Of course, even if he is not, he feels like a fairyland creature. With my current body, although I don't have the power to cultivate, it's difficult to kill him, but it's not difficult to defeat him."

After a pause, he added:

"But even so, this is a very bad choice. After all, in the ancient times, there were countless people who were better than the Ten Kings of Hell. All of them coveted the Hell Palace, but no one could take it."

"The root of it is that Yama Palace is a natural thing. To take it, brute force is not enough."

Hearing this, Zhou Mu understood that although Nezha was a dead creature and had no magical powers,

But with this terrifying physique, it is at least comparable to a fake immortal or a terrestrial immortal. With some magical powers that do not require mana, it should be equivalent to a fairyland.
But if you want to take over the Yama Palace, force will not work.

Fortunately, this so-called "wrongful case" was easily resolved.

at this time.

The Lord of Hell in the hall was a towering figure, surrounded by mist, and it was difficult to see his face. All that could be heard was a loud roar:

"This is an injustice. You killed the ghost innocently. You should be punished according to the law of Yama Palace.

The hall was shaking, and all the severe torture instruments in the hall, including the three guillotines of thunder, wind and dragon head, all floated up, emitting thousands of dim lights, which were extremely intimidating!
The porcelain doll was surprised and said:
"Strange, could it be that this thief really has some virtues and is recognized by the Yama Palace? Otherwise, how could he really be in charge of the various punishments in the palace?"

Zhou Mu was stunned. Really virtuous? Really a sage?
But if he is a sage, how could he become such a harmful Lord of Hell? Judging from his reaction just now, could it be related to Bu Zhou?

He didn't have time to think about it. He stroked his long beard, raised his eyelids, looked directly at the majestic Lord Yama in the hall, and said:

"It's just like what I said just now." "Go fishing, and you'll kill people."

"Three ounces of meatballs for three ounces of living souls, acting like a fierce ghost to scare people and force living people to take action, how can such behavior be called injustice?"

"Clearly guilty!"

As he spoke, Zhou Mu saw thousands of dim lights approaching, and a virtuous spirit like an illusory sea of clouds emerged behind his head, which actually forced back all the dim lights.

At this moment, all kinds of torture instruments, including the three large guillotines, fell down again. The hall was majestic and solemn, and the Yama plaque on the hall was shining brightly.
It was as if this Yama Palace was weighing, thinking, and making a judgment.

But the Lord of Hell in the hall sneered.

"To kill a living person is a sin if it happens to only one ghost, but it can be tolerated."

He said coldly:

"Three or two living souls will never kill anyone, but it will only be enough for these wronged souls and evil spirits to slightly supplement themselves. How can this be called a crime?"

Zhou Mu laughed angrily and asked:
"If a big evil is a crime, then a small evil is not a crime? If it doesn't hurt someone's life, then it's not a crime? Three or two souls are enough to make a person stupid and dumb, but if four of the three souls and seven spirits are gone, is this not a crime?"

The palace was shaking. This government office was actually thinking.

But Lord Yan also laughed:

"These are people. They are the human race of the world. We owe them."

Zhou Mu was stunned, and the porcelain doll suddenly frowned.
But the Lord of Hell said sternly:
"Do you still have grievances? Then talk to this virtuous man and tell him about it. Tell him about it!"

Tens of thousands of ghosts all looked at Zhou Mu grimly. All the golden-armored warriors and the great ghost messengers had solemn expressions.

The guide took another step forward, raised his head, and had a green face and fangs.

It looked at Zhou Mu and spoke calmly:
"Twenty-five years ago, the last blood sacrifice of the human race was held, and we were still short of 300,000 people with a certain destiny."

Zhou Mu's eyebrows jumped and he had a bad feeling.

The evil spirit continued:

"That Buzhou, that Five Kings City, that lofty sage and saint, gathered 300,000 people with special destinies."

"They, tell us."

The evil ghost pointed at himself and at tens of thousands of evil ghosts:
“They told us that the blood sacrifice requires our willingness. Our bodies and souls will be burned. But afterwards, we will be placed on a tablet and asked if we are willing to sacrifice our lives for the human race!”

"We are willing."

The evil ghost sneered, and tens of thousands of evil ghosts were also sneering. Suddenly, there was an eerie atmosphere outside the government office. Zhou Mu glanced sideways, but saw that ghosts appeared outside the government office at some point in time.

At first glance, there might be two or three hundred thousand evil spirits there.

The evil energy rises to the sky.

The evil spirit continued:
"What's the result? We sacrifice ourselves, give up our souls, complete justice, and sacrifice our lives, and that's it!"

It suddenly pointed at Luo Shuangyu:

"The unfortunate great man gathered our remaining two souls and six spirits together. Not only did he not provide us with tablets, he also refined us into purgatory where we will fall forever, just to make this Yama Palace appear in the world!"

The evil ghost screamed:

"We are three hundred thousand souls with special destiny. Are we not human beings?"

"The remaining two souls and six spirits of ours were all refined, but our fate is special. Our innate souls are immortal, and we have a little bit of true spirit left. You fed us the secret medicine that grows our souls. Every moment, our souls grow back a little bit."

"Every time it grows back, I cut off a little bit to offer sacrifice to the Yama Palace and the Netherworld Palace!"

"Nineteen whole years!"

"The pain of soul-splitting occurs once every moment. There are 4.8 million moments in a day, so in a day, I will experience the pain of soul-splitting 4.8 million times!"

"Even if it is the real hell, why is it so bad?"

"Nineteen years, nineteen years!"

The evil ghost laughed:

"Yan Jun saved us, but he couldn't remove the formation in our souls. Even now, for every bit of growth our souls gain, we will still lose a bit and follow the formation towards the Five Kings City!"

"That big shot said, for the sake of the human race!"

"Aren't we human beings? Aren't we human beings?"

"That's right, we are already ghosts."

The evil ghost was crying and laughing. The ten thousand ghosts in the hall and the twenty-nine thousand ghosts outside the hall knelt on the ground and shouted in unison:

“Unfair, unfair, unfair!”

Zhou Mu listened blankly.

The Lord of Hell in the hall asked coldly:
"For the sake of the human race, he donated his life and soul. Just because of his special fate, his soul is indestructible and undamaged, and he has good deeds. Should he be fed secret medicine and set up a formation, so that his soul can grow and dissipate?"

Zhou Mu was startled and subconsciously looked at the porcelain doll, which was staring at the Yama Palace.

The palace is dark and secluded.

He glanced sideways and nodded at Zhou Mu.

Meaning, really.

Zhou Mu was speechless for a moment.

Born with an immortal soul, this secret medicine can accelerate the growth of the soul. If one part is born, one part is cut off.
Is this not done carefully?

Senior Ji, would you do such a thing?
Or was it someone in Buzhou who did it secretly?

Zhou Mu didn’t know.

He lost his voice, and the hundreds of people who were forced to kneel in the hall also lost their voices. They looked at each other. The cold-faced girl was stunned for a while, gritted her teeth, and said:

"I do not believe."

"You said that you sacrificed the immortal soul to save the Yama Palace. Isn't this Yama Palace in your hands?"

Yan Jun sneered:

"I was a sage who was summoned back 25 years ago, and was summoned out of this Yama Palace 6 years ago."

"It is because I was born with a pair of eyes that can distinguish loyalty from treachery and can see through illusions. I am most suitable for the position of Lord Yama and will be most likely to be recognized by the Yama Palace."

"then."

Yan Jun said calmly:
"You are so inconsiderate that you dug out my eyes. Someone wants to become the King of Hell himself."

"I have no cultivation and no power, and until now, I have not grown back these eyes - and I don't want them to grow back either."

Zhou Mu listened in a daze. The porcelain doll suddenly raised its head in surprise and heard a sound.

"Brother Tao."

"He has no cultivation and no power. But this is clearly a fairyland?"

"That can only be because he is a man of great virtue!"

Zhou Mu's scalp exploded. Is this really a virtuous sage? This is really a virtuous sage!

The Lord of Hell in the hall could not see his figure clearly, and spoke lightly:
"It is fate that I finally became the Lord of Yama."

"Ah."

He smiled:

"I have been here for six years. Hutou Village is a human village during the day and a ghost village at night. Even if I try my best to activate the Yama Palace, I can only make these 300,000 wronged souls be human for half a day every day."

"At night, you become a ghost and have to endure the punishment of soul-splitting. Your soul will never grow back."

"This is the human race. I owe them. Even if I take three or two of your souls to complete them, what's wrong with that?"

Zhou Mu pursed his lips:

"These people are innocent. They are not the ones who harmed you. Every wrong has its perpetrator and every debt has its creditor."

Lord Yan said calmly:
"Innocent? After they are locked up for a day, I will take out the evil mirror and look at them. Then I will know whether they are innocent or not. If they are truly good and virtuous, I will naturally let them go. If they are evil, I will naturally execute them."

Slow down,
The faint mist on Yan Jun's face faded a little, revealing a pair of empty eye sockets without eyeballs.

His voice suddenly became fierce.

"But before I use the mirror of evil to look at these living people, I, Lord Yama, will first judge you."

"No matter if you are an old friend of [Li Er] or not, no matter why you rely on [Li Er]'s name and the heavens and the earth do not punish you, no matter why your fate is so strong."

"I'll lock you up for a day so that I can use this evil mirror to reflect you!"

After a pause,
Yan Jun said coldly:
"If you have no sin at all, it would be fine."

"If you use my master's name in the slightest, I will kill you!"

The porcelain doll suddenly looked up, and Zhou Mu was also moved in an instant - "My teacher"? ?

He means.

【Li Er】, is he his teacher?

Is this Laojun’s student?
No, that's not right, it should be my students? ?
Zhou Mu was stunned.

No time to speak.

'Snapped! '

In the hall, Lord Yan slapped the wooden pole, threw out the command arrow, and shouted:

"Put him in jail, lock him up for a day, and he will be infected with evil spirits. Then you can let the evil mirror reflect your sins and merits, and then you can come to the court!"

As soon as he finished speaking, the Yama Palace trembled slightly, and hundreds of people, including Lao Jiao, Zhou Mu, and the porcelain doll, were moved away by the Yama Palace.

When I opened my eyes again, I saw a prison.

(End of this chapter)