After breaking up with my girlfriend, I became a Great Sage of the Demon Clan.

Zhou Yan looked envious. This was the Water Mirror Technique, which could reflect the surrounding situation on the mirror. However, the mirror was easily disturbed. Of course, with Little Yama's status and cultivation, even if he were to peep at Vermilion Bird taking a bath, he might not be disturbed by ○○.

In the water mirror, Wu Quxing walks slowly through the pile of mummified corpses in front of the hospital. Despite being in a place almost like a mountain of corpses and a sea of ​​blood, Wu Quxing's fan-wielding movements and calm expression make him look like a refined young gentleman enjoying a spring outing. Every frame of him is worthy of being a screenshot or wallpaper.

"I'm drinking lemonade," Little Yan said with disdain.

"This guy has cultivated the 'Flying Immortal Technique of Yaochi' to the highest level. When he circulates this technique, even the Holy Maiden can't compare to him."

Wu Quxing was resurrected for a month. During this month, relying on his divine status and innate talent, he has mastered a portion of the internal energy cultivation techniques, especially the "Jade Pool Flying Immortal Technique." As long as his internal energy is activated, even men can exude an ethereal, fairy-like aura.

Wu Quxing walked to the entrance of the hospital's outpatient department, but as soon as he reached the door, the fingers of several corpses wearing hospital gowns twitched, and the closest corpses even stood up and pounced on Wu Quxing.

The hand of Wuquxing disappeared, and then several corpses that rushed over had bloody holes exploded between their eyebrows.

With Zhou Yan's sharp eyesight, he could tell that Wu Quxing reached out and grabbed the sword at his waist, then slashed the heads off the onrushing corpses one by one.

Little Yama said calmly.

"Corpse manipulation? He actually manipulated so many at once. It seems Su Changqing is no ordinary man."

Wu Quxing entered the hospital outpatient department. The registration hall was densely packed with corpses. These corpses twitched and got up. During this twitching time, even a normal person could run away, but Wu Quxing just held a long sword in one hand and watched the group of corpses regain their activity with a faint smile.

The hundreds of corpses quickly got up. As the only non-dead person in the hall, Wuquxing was naturally approached by the living corpses.

Wu Quxing continued to walk forward with an elegant demeanor, but various flashes appeared around him. With each flash, a zombie with its head blown off would fall to the ground.

Hundreds of zombies kept coming toward Wuqu Star, and kept lying down beside it.

The path that the Martial Star passed through was littered with fallen corpses.

But even in this bloody and brutal battlefield, Wu Quxing remained as handsome and elegant as ever, unlike any ordinary person.

Chapter Twenty: The True Map of Hell

Wu Quxing went up the stairs from the first floor to the second floor.

The second floor has the same layout as a typical school building, with two rooms in the front and back and a passageway in the middle.

I don't know what's wrong with this hospital. The registration hall on the first floor is covered with corpses, and the corridors on the second floor are also covered with them, densely packed, leaving almost no place to step.

Wu Quxing could only lightly touch the ground with his toes to move. After taking two steps, the corpses on the ground came to life again and got up one after another.

Wu Quxing raised his hand expressionlessly, and the light drawn by his single-handed sword continuously passed over the brow of the rising corpse.

These living corpses were only halfway up when they were pierced back to the ground by Wuquxing's sword light.

Wu Quxing walked gracefully, leaving no trace, yet the clouds were reluctant to part with him. On the hundredth swing of his sword, the sword light exploded between the eyebrows of a corpse. But this undead creature, unlike the previous ones, did not fall; instead, it lunged forward and grabbed Wu Quxing's arm.

The ethereal and otherworldly Wuqu Star turned around in surprise to look at the living corpse with a hole in its forehead, who was clinging to its arm.

The undead around Wu Quxing who hadn't yet been blown up started to get up one after another. Some hugged Wu Quxing's legs, some hugged his waist, and some hugged his buttocks.

Wu Quxing was suddenly covered in burly men.

"Boom..."

Suddenly, the door of a clinic not far from the corridor flew out and crashed into the opposite wall, smashing a large hole in the infill wall. Then, a three-meter-tall, giant zombie that had smashed through the door frame walked out.

This zombie has solid muscles all over its body, with muscle lines so distinct that they exceed the limits of human strength. Its weight is such that every step it takes makes the entire floor shake.

This incredibly strong zombie raised its fist and kicked, charging towards Wuquxing, who was covered in burly men.

"Dong dong dong..."

The entire outpatient building shook. Any zombies on the ground that were trampled by the giant zombie turned into mincemeat, and even their bones turned into bone powder.

In the blink of an eye, the three-meter-tall, powerful zombie rushed in front of Wu Quxing, its fists, capable of piercing through tank armor, slamming into Wu Quxing's head without reservation.

"Oh!"

With the collision of muscles, all of Wu Quxing's burly men were shaken away, and his moon-white scholar's robe ripped apart, revealing his upper body.

"Ah……"

A mocking chuckle.

"Snapped……"

A hand reached out from behind the giant zombie's hand that had struck Wuquxing's cheek, and then pressed down on the giant zombie's hand. A force that the giant zombie had never encountered before emanated from that outstretched hand.

The giant zombie was pushed back several steps by the sudden force. Because there were corpses all around it, the giant zombie lost its footing and fell to the ground, crushing several zombies with its rear end.

……

Inside the quirky car.

The water mirror held by Little Yama was filled with smoke, and the figure of Wuqu Star slowly emerged from the smoke.

Zhou Yan saw an upper body with beautiful curves.

His upper body is very strong, which is the kind of physical limit that humans can reach without the help of hormones or drugs.

But the next second, Wu Quxing raised his hand and made a forward bicep contraction gesture.

As soon as he assumed this pose, Wu Quxing's muscles, which were originally quite attractive, began to bulge outwards in an unscientific manner, expanding his body to a degree that exceeded human limits.

The giant zombie that had landed stood up, looking at Wuquxing opposite it with confusion, completely bewildered by what had just happened.

Wu Quxing then displayed a pose with his latissimus dorsi muscles extended forward, a pose that made his pectoral muscles bulge out like steel.

Even through the water mirror, Zhou Yan could feel the strong male hormones emanating from Wu Quxing during this action.

"Roar roar roar roar..."

The giant zombie, panting, crashed down on Wuqu Star once more.

Wu Quxing did not move, but simply changed to a posture of extending its abdomen and thighs.

"Oh!"

A fist powerful enough to pierce the armor of a tank struck Wu Quxing's body again, but this time there was no dull thud from the collision of muscles. Instead, there was an extremely muffled sound, like a fist hitting a steel plate.

Wu Quxing looked smug.

"This is terrible, absolutely terrible! Your purity is so low!"

Wu Quxing didn't care about the fists on his body at all, and then struck a pose with his triceps outstretched.

"Look, this is a body with maximum purity."

Wu Quxing raised his hand and pounded his chest hard, the clanging sound of metal clashing coming from between his hand and pectoral muscles.

"Indestructible, as solid as a rock, that's what a man should be!"

The giant zombie responded by pulling back its fist and then throwing another punch.

With another "clang," the giant zombie struck Wu Quxing's nearly perfected Golden Bell Shield body, producing only the sound of metal clashing. However, this time Wu Quxing had already shown off his muscles enough, simply extending one hand to grasp the giant zombie's hand and then twisting it.

The giant zombie twisted into a pretzel shape from its arms down its entire body.

Looking at the increasingly strange appearance of Wuqu Star in the water mirror, Zhou Yan couldn't help but look at Little Yama.

Little Yama said calmly.

"This is how Wuquxing was originally portrayed: a muscular man with a full body, a meat shield that can take magic weapons head-on. The previous image of an immortal was fake; this is Wuquxing's true nature."

"Ha ha ha ha……"

The water mirror echoed with Wu Quxing's triumphant and arrogant laughter. At this moment, Wu Quxing was no longer the elegant and refined immortal he once was; his muscles were so solid that he looked like cannon fodder who had appeared out of nowhere.

Little Yama shouted something towards the water mirror.

"Stop showing off your muscles and get Xiao Yan's pet out of here as soon as possible."

"I know, I know."

With muscles almost as large as the giant zombie from before, Wu Quxing tiptoed and in less than half a breath, he rushed into the doctor's office where the giant zombie had kicked the door open.

Inside the consultation room, a guy who looked exactly like Su Changqing stood there. Behind him, the Nine-Colored Deer Qingcai, who was in the form of a young girl, was lying on a small bed, fast asleep.

Having completely revealed his true nature, Wu Quxing stopped wielding his sword and, upon seeing Su Changqing, unleashed a fist powerful enough to smash a small mountain.

A faint rumble of thunder echoed in the air, revealing the pinnacle of internal energy cultivation and martial arts prowess in this punch.

In response, Su Changqing took out a human skin map from his pocket and threw it at Wuquxing.

The human skin map automatically opened as it flew into the air and blocked Wuquxing's path.

Wu Quxing's vision blurred, and from the unfolded human skin picture he saw a mountaintop where ghosts were cooked in oil, a flat area where little devils were cutting out their tongues and gouging out their hearts, pools of blood containing beautiful women and withered bones, and countless living souls and evil spirits wailing and crying.

Then, the surrounding environment changed. By the time Wu Quxing realized what was happening, this rough-around-the-edges man found himself in a grand hall. Inside the hall was a huge oil cauldron with a diameter of a hundred meters. The oil in the cauldron was boiling hot, and countless evil spirits and demons rose and fell from the boiling oil, wailing incessantly.

Several ghost messengers dressed in ghost uniforms, without facial features, emerged from the oil cauldron. The leader threw an ancient shackle that restricted the movement of prisoners toward the star of martial arts.

Wu Quxing reached out and caught the shackles, then casually tore them apart.

The ghost messenger opposite him shuddered, and then more ghost messengers carrying shackles ran out from all corners.

Without saying a word, Wu Quxing dashed out of the oil-pot hall.

Outside the main hall, a short while later they arrived at a hilltop. At the foot of the hill stood hundreds of evil spirits and living souls. Beside these dead people, several ghost messengers with eyes and skinning knives were carefully peeling the skin off these dead people. Although they were ghosts, the dead people could still feel pain, and one after another they screamed and howled in agony. The small hilltop was filled with unspeakable despair and powerless anger.

The patrolling ghosts spotted Wuquxing coming from the Oil Cauldron Hell. The leader, a ghost wearing a fish-tail crown, pulled out an arm-length boning knife from behind him, and with a surge of yin energy, he transformed into a gust of wind and flew towards Wuquxing.

Wu Quxing hesitated for a few seconds, then unleashed his internal energy and engaged in a fierce battle with the charging ghost messengers.

This ghost messenger was more powerful than Wuquxing in terms of cultivation, but he lacked the combat experience of Wuquxing. Wuquxing exploited an opening and defeated the ghost messenger.

However, in this underworld, after the death of one chief ghost officer, countless other ghost officers rushed out after smelling the scent of outsiders.

Wu Quxing was quickly surrounded by countless ghost messengers. Some ghost messengers from the Oil Cauldron Hell threw out shackles, some ghost messengers from the Skinning Hell threw out arrows, and some ghost messengers from the Heart-Cutout Hell wielded different melee weapons, all coming up to fight Wu Quxing in close combat.

The star Wuqu was engulfed in the vast ocean of war between ghost messengers.

In the vast expanse of the underworld, Su Changqing hid behind a cloud, looking down as Wuqu Star swept through the ghost messengers with overwhelming force, entering and exiting seven times.

But it doesn't really matter.

Within this "True Map of Hell," there are endless ghosts and spirits, but Wu Quxing's physical strength is limited. Once Wu Quxing runs out of strength, "Su Changqing" can subject this irritable young man to all the tortures of the eighteen hells.

"Wow..."

Su Changqing, who was controlling the "True Map of Hell", suddenly tilted his head.

He saw a black hole appear a hundred meters away from him, and then a little girl who looked to be about ten years old walked in.

The Wuqu Star below immediately shouted.

"Xiao Yan, lend your brother a hand!"

Su Changqing chuckled to himself.

save people?

The True Map of Hell is a supreme treasure of the underworld, rooted in the orthodox tradition of the underworld. It can summon the power of the underworld into the map at any time, and the controller within the map can possess a rank close to that of the Ten Kings of Hell, enough to command thousands of ghost messengers and underworld soldiers.

Who do you think you are, the guy on the other side?

The authentic Ten Kings of Hell?

Su Changqing snapped his fingers, and countless Yin soldiers formed from Yin energy appeared in mid-air, then rushed towards the little girl who had emerged from the black hole.

The young girl stood with her hands behind her back, raising an eyebrow.

The ghostly soldiers stopped in front of the young girl, then knelt down and kowtowed repeatedly.

Chapter Twenty-One: Conspiracy

Inside the quirky car.

Zhou Yan munched on sunflower seeds while petting Su Xiaowan, his eyes occasionally glancing towards the curtained door.

Previously, Wu Quxing went to confront Su Changqing, but Su Changqing captured him in a graphic magic artifact. Later, Xiao Yanjun went to rescue him, but after half an hour, the Water Mirror was gone. Zhou Yan was a little afraid that Xiao Yanjun had also failed.

There are plenty of cases where big shots have been caught off guard and lost their lives. Could this little Yama King really be killed by "Su Changqing," who wasn't even a demigod when he was alive?

"Wow..."

The curtain door opened, and Wu Quxing, now dressed in a moon-white scholar's robe, walked in, followed by Xiao Yanjun, his face full of deep thought, holding the unharmed Nine-Colored Deer.

The two went to the table next to Zhou Yan. After handing the Nine-Colored Deer to Zhou Yan, Little Yama found a seat and sat down.

"Now we have good news and bad news."

As soon as Little Yama sat down, he began to speak.