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Underworld.

Inside the Judge's Hall, a cold, eerie wind blew.

Demon Lord Wutian sat behind a large black jade table, twirling the pen of the Judge of Life and Death in his hand.

A cup of Asura Blood Tea was placed on the table.

The tea soup was dark red, with a faint smell of blood mixed in with the steam.

Wu Tian took a sip and was in a good mood.

Things have been going very smoothly lately.

The Underworld Labor Reform Brigade is operating stably.

The bald men in the Western Church recite the "Sayings of Pangu" every day, and they get whipped if they recite it wrong.

The Investiture of the Gods has been almost completely filled up, and now the Heavenly Court is full of latrine-scavenging laborers.

He reconstructed his demonic body and his cultivation level stabilized at the peak of the Great Luo Golden Immortal realm.

Most importantly, the Lord believed in Him.

This is more important than anything else.

Outside the hall, Ox-Head and Horse-Face dragged in a golden spirit that was about to fall apart.

The golden spirit was so weak that only a thin layer remained.

As soon as it was dragged into the judge's hall, it began to tremble very faintly.

Wu Tian looked up and laughed.

"Yo."

"Isn't this our future pilgrim from the West?"

"The seventh incarnation returned quite quickly."

The bull-headed man grinned and said, "My lord, this time dying is even easier."

Horse-faced chimed in, "I heard it was one of our own who unleashed their pressure, instantly turning them into fish mud."

Wu Tian put down his teacup, his shoulders shaking with laughter.

"Our own people killing each other."

"The Western Church's professional competence is truly a legacy of stability."

Jin Chanzi's true spirit trembled.

He was so weak that he could barely piece together a complete consciousness.

But upon hearing the words "our own people," the lingering resentment surged up again.

Seventh generation.

Seven generations in total.

The carp was swallowed.

The bird was roasted.

The pig was slaughtered.

The turtle was smashed.

The loach was stepped on.

The stray dog ​​was torn apart.

The grass carp was shaken.

Each of his lifetimes was so absurd that he wondered if reincarnation was targeting him.

No.

It's not a doubt.

It's specifically targeting him.

Jin Chanzi's faint true spirit emitted intermittent fluctuations.

"No... Heaven..."

Wu Tian raised an eyebrow.

"You still recognize me?"

"Not bad, the second disciple of the Western Sect, he's got a tough life."

Jin Chanzi's resentment surged wildly.

"Why...why...are you like this..."

Wu Tian's smile instantly turned cold.

He put down his judge's pen and slowly stood up.

Black demonic energy surged from behind.

Why?

"You ask me why?"

Wutian walked up to the true spirit of Jin Chanzi and looked down at the golden light.

"Back then, Zhunti used me as a pawn, throwing me into the Shang Dynasty."

"Western religions are full of compassion on the surface, but behind it all are scheming."

"When I believed in them, they locked me up with a steel seal of thought."

"After I woke up, I realized how stupid I had been."

He bent down and lowered his voice.

"You so-called successors of Buddhism enjoy good fortune and live off incense offerings while trampling on the lives of countless people."

"Now it's your turn to have bad luck, are you feeling wronged?"

Jin Chanzi's true spirit trembled violently.

Wu Tian sneered.

"Don't rush."

"Only seven generations."

"Weren't you supposed to undergo ten lifetimes of tribulations?"

"Since the Lord hasn't given the order, I naturally have to help you raise the money."

Ox-Head and Horse-Face exchanged a glance and silently took a half-step back.

The moment Lord Wutian mentioned the Lord, he seemed to transform completely.

It's frighteningly fanatical.

Wu Tian sat back down behind the desk.

He opened the Book of Life and Death.

He had already messed up Jin Chanzi's name.

Each incarnation has a note written in red.

First life: Fish, already eaten.

Second life: Bird, already roasted.

Third incarnation: Pig, already slaughtered.

Fourth generation: Turtle, already smashed.

Fifth generation: Loach, already trampled.

Sixth generation: Wild dog, already eaten.

The seventh incarnation: a blind grass carp, who was killed by its own people.

Wu Tian looked at the record and nodded in satisfaction.

"Very complete."

"The eighth generation needs to be a bit more innovative."

Jin Chanzi's true spirit trembled violently.

That fear from the depths of reincarnation had been etched into his fading consciousness.

Wu Tian tapped the table with the tip of his pen.

"We've used it on fish, birds, pigs, and dogs."

"We've also used turtle, loach, and grass carp."

"What else should we arrange?"

A ghost guard beside him whispered, "Sir, how about we arrange for him to be a mosquito?"

Wutian shook his head.

"That's too easy on him."

"Mosquitoes fly fast, what if they live a long time?"

Another ghost messenger probed, "Maggots?"

Wu Tian thought about it.

"It's disgusting, but there's no plot."

He looked at Jin Chanzi and suddenly smiled.

"Got it."

Jin Chanzi's true spirit trembled even more violently.

Wutian picked up the Judge of Life and Death's Pen, and the tip of the pen landed on the blank space of the eighth incarnation.

"West Niuhezhou, a muddy pit."

"Species: Dung beetle."

Both Ox-Head and Horse-Face were taken aback.

Wutian's writing became smoother and smoother.

"Born extremely unlucky."

"Without intelligence."

"No cultivation."

"He dedicated his life to promoting monster dung balls."

"The dung ball that is pushed will be large, smelly, and difficult to push."

"It will overturn in the wind, sink in the rain, and collapse in the road."

The judge's hall fell silent for a moment.

Then, Niu Tou couldn't help but burst out laughing.

Horse-faced quickly covered his mouth, but his shoulders were shaking violently.

Wu Tian looked up at them.

"What are you laughing at?"

The bull immediately stood up straight.

"I think your arrangement has a beautiful sense of cause and effect."

Horse-faced nodded.

"It's very suitable for Western religions."

Wu Tian continued writing with satisfaction.

"How to die..."

He paused for a moment.

The malice in their eyes intensified.

"Tentatively determined to be extremely unlucky, dying in an accident."

Jin Chanzi's true spirit suddenly burst forth with a faint golden light.

That was his final protest.

"Wu Tian..."

"You...you'll die a horrible death..."

Wu Tian laughed.

"I've died once."

"Thanks to your Western religion."

He raised his hand and waved it, and a path to reincarnation appeared above the Judge's Hall.

The black and white energies swirled, and the entrance to the animal realm reopened.

Jin Chanzi's true spirit struggled desperately.

But he was too weak.

He died seven times quickly, and the karmic backlash weighed heavily on his true spirit.

Now, let alone resisting the lawless, even maintaining one's physical form is difficult.

Wutian closed the Book of Life and Death.

"Go."

"Eighth incarnation, push it well."

"Push it up nicely, and maybe the two Western Saints will praise your diligence."

The Ox-Head and Horse-Face demons were trying so hard not to laugh that they were about to burst.

Wu Tian kicked out.

Jin Chanzi's true spirit transformed into an extremely faint golden light and was pitifully kicked into the animal realm.

The cycle path is closed.

The Judge's Hall returned to silence.

Wutian picked up the Asura Blood Tea and took a comfortable sip.

"grown ups."

The bull-headed man asked in a low voice, "Should we take the record to the Lord for him to see?"

Wu Tian thought about it.

"Don't give it away yet."

"The Lord is probably spending most of his time with his new mistress now."

"I'll share these little joys after the eighth incarnation has died."

Horse-face couldn't help but ask, "My lord, how do you know the eighth incarnation will die quickly?"

Wu Tian looked up at him.

"Because I wrote about extreme bad luck."

"And the location is in Xiniu Hezhou."

"Recently, the little ancestor of the Pangu Palace has been running all over the place there."

Ox-Head and Horse-Face immediately understood.

Xiniu Hezhou is now more dangerous than the eighteen levels of hell.

There is a lion-riding monk named Lin Dasheng on Fangcun Mountain.

Poisonous Enemy Mountain had just had its innate poison spirit taken away by Lin Xuan.

The dignity of the Nine-Headed Insect and the Great Strength Bodhisattva was lost at the Jade Pool.

Jin Chanzi was reincarnated there in his eighth life, and he was still pushing dung balls.

This is not a tribulation.

This is like queuing up to commit suicide.

Wu Tian leaned back in his chair, feeling even better.

"Leave the ninth generation blank."

"Let me see what tricks the eighth incarnation can come up with first."

"The Western religion wants to overcome eighty-one difficulties."

"I arranged for them to pass on their spiritual journey in ten lifetimes; that's compassionate enough."

A cold wind swept past outside the Judge's Hall.

Deep within the animal realm, that golden true spirit had already descended towards Xiniu Hezhou.

Wutian looked down at the Book of Life and Death, the pen tip stopping at the position of the ninth life.

He pondered for a moment, then suddenly smiled.

"In the next life, I might be even more wicked."