Since the world of nine uncles is immortal

Chapter 292 The Roar of the Montenegrin Old Demon (38)

The reason why the original pre-Qin failed was because the Heavenly Court still existed in the world, and the reason why the former Great Zhou failed was because the masters of all schools did not want to create another pre-Qin with monopoly power.

What about now?

The heavens have fallen for hundreds of years, and the bones of the masters of the hundreds of schools have rotted away, and all the cultivation forces in the world who dared to resist their own monarchs have been wiped out.

Thinking of this, Zhuge Wolong's eyes became brighter and brighter, because he saw the hope of Lilongting's success.

Now there are only two problems that can prevent Da Zhou from completing this policy: [-]. The completely different rules between Yin and Yang.[-]. The Montenegrin old demon entrenched in the underworld like a turtle.

As long as these two problems can be resolved, the new Ming regime will surely be able to take root in the Netherland.

At that time, the yin and yang worlds will watch and help each other. After thousands of years, Da Ming may not be able to try to touch the ultimate authority of this world like the former pre-Qin!

Zhuge Wolong, who became more and more excited as he thought about it, took a deep look at his own king sitting above him, then bowed down and got ready.

Not long after the initial establishment of Kyushu, all kinds of things were complicated. It was not until three months later that the Yan Kingdom, which had initially sorted out the local affairs, prepared a series of things such as offering sacrifices to heaven and earth, changing the name of the country, and establishing the Dragon Court.

Wang Yu, who was not interested in playing three invitations and three concessions, officially changed the country's name to Yan in the Ming Dynasty at the Great Court Meeting on the first day of June.

As for the ceremony of offering sacrifices to heaven, on the sixth day of the same month, Wang Yu led the civil and military forces of the Manchu dynasty to the Temple of Heaven on the outskirts of Kyoto to complete the ceremony of offering sacrifices to heaven and earth for the new regime of the Ming Dynasty.

On the same day, under his auspices, the soldiers of the Zhenbei Army whose souls had returned to Nether were extradited by the fate of the Ming Dynasty, and all gathered in Nether to the boundary corresponding to Kyoto.

At midnight, Wang Yu issued an edict to use the luck of the Ming Dynasty to formally set up the Dragon Court.

That night, the golden light that bloomed when the Dragon Court stood up spread throughout the Netherworld.

In the netherworld, which corresponds to the boundary where the capital of the Yang world is located, the tens of thousands of soldiers of the northern army who have gathered here, under the shining of the golden light, no longer look like ghosts with mutilated limbs and hideous faces just now.

Under the baptism of the fate of the Ming Dynasty, they shed the chaotic thinking of ghosts and regained their humanity.

As soon as they regained their humanity, under the guidance of instinct, the tens of thousands of Zhenbei army souls subconsciously formed an army formation imprinted deep in their memory.

A moment later, a disciplined army replaced the messy ghost group and appeared on the spot.

Wang Yu, who saw this scene in the yang world, was extremely satisfied. With this army of military souls with strict military discipline, the new regime of Daming has taken root in the nether world. Next, it only needs to resist the counterattack of the old black mountain monster , the matter of Lilongting is not bad.

Thinking of the old Black Mountain demon, Wang Yu's eyes shone coldly. During the battle against Qi, this old demon devoured many people by fishing in troubled waters through the Yin-Yang channel.

This time, if the Black Mountain old demon dared to show up in the capital of the underworld, Wang Yu would not mind going deep into the nether world and beheading it.

On the black mountain outside the city of vain death, watching the golden light of Longting spread all over the nether world, the old black mountain demon howled angrily: "Wang Nanrong bullies ghosts too much. Since ancient times, only the underworld has invaded the yang world. Has anyone from the yang world ever invaded the nether world?

He is eroding the authority that I have managed to control, master. If I hold back this tone today, I am afraid that the entire nether world will no longer have a foothold for me in the future.

Come, give me the soldiers and horses of the city of death in vain to gather all the handsome ghost kings from all walks of life. I want to wipe out Wang Nanrong's dragon court, and I want to kill the world and set off a mountain of corpses and a sea of ​​blood! "

In desperation, the indistinguishable ghost howls of the old Heishan demon spread all over the surrounding area of ​​Wushi City, and at its order, all the ghosts, goblins, ghosts and sprites of the whole Wushi City began to gather.

After more than a month of joint training by a few ghosts who knew a little bit of army commanding skills, a seemingly chaotic army of ghosts appeared outside the city of death.

Looking at the army of ghosts and ghosts that can't be seen at a glance, the old black mountain demon is suddenly very happy. This is the result of hundreds of years of hard work in the underworld. Who else in the world can stop the old Montenegro demon in the slightest.

Wang Nanrong's army soul, which numbered only tens of thousands, faced its army of ghosts and monsters. I'm afraid that even the teeth of these monsters, ghosts and monsters could not be blocked.

Thinking of this, the Montenegrin old demon laughed happily.

In the city of Wushi, which was supposed to be empty, the two men in black robes who were in a hidden place all looked at the old black mountain demon who was laughing outside the city of Wushi with the eyes of the dead ghost.

"E Zichuan, as the current head of the Laoshan Longmen sect, you must have good eyesight. Guess how many tricks this stupid Heishan old demon can hold in the hands of Wang Nanrong? As an ally, you can't let me, a low-level cultivation King Qi!"

"Back to the King of Qi, Shu Zichuan's eyes are clumsy. I really can't guess how many tricks the old demon of Heishan can do in the hands of Emperor Ming. Can't survive a move.

Whether practicing martial arts or cultivating immortality, the gap will only increase as you go up. The Black Mountain old demon has practiced for hundreds of years. Although the ghost aura in his body is extremely concise, it is somewhat unbearable compared with the pure masculinity and masculinity of martial arts blood in Emperor Ming's body. One hit.

In addition, Minghuang's martial arts should have set foot on the ground, while the black mountain old demon's way of ghost cultivation is still hovering in the Nine Tribulations, so Zi Chuan speculates that it is very likely that it will be blown up by Minghuang after a single encounter . "

If someone who is familiar with the information of the two people is present, it can be identified and analyzed from what the two said just now. One person is likely to be Qi Wang Ning Caichen who disappeared out of thin air half a year ago.

Unexpectedly, the king of Qi, Ning Caichen, who disappeared from the surface, quietly hid in the netherworld together with the remnants of Buddhism, Taoism, and Confucianism!
No wonder the newly born Ming Dynasty searched the entire Kyushu, but they have not found any trace of them!

The spies of the Ming Kingdom are living people, so they can't find anything in the netherworld!

"I bet that the Black Mountain old demon will have a big somersault during this trip, and even a bad life may be lost to Wang Nanrong." Looking back, Ning Caichen started a bet with E Zichuan beside him.

For Ning Caichen's tentative bet, E Zichuan, who doesn't like gambling games, didn't accept the move at all: "If the Black Mountain old demon dies in the hands of Emperor Ming, isn't it just in line with our wishes?
Without this old ghost wandering around in the city of death from time to time, wouldn't my progress in exploring the secret realm of the Son of Heaven in the city of death be accelerated by dozens of times!
If you can't successfully open the secret realm left by Emperor Yin, and get those trump cards and backhands left by Emperor Yin, your dream of restoring the country and my dream of revenge are all nonsense. "

(End of this chapter)