Heaven's Last Big Boss

After drinking the glass of wine in front of him, it means that there is no turning back. In the future, he will change the flag and become a vassal of the Futian League.

A female demon king sighed with some sentimentality: "My ancestor forced me to wait to die, and the Futian League has no good intentions. If you want to cure the spirit with the spirit, if you don't take care of your family, you will just leave."

"Feng Wang," Yan Ruochu asked, "Does the Futian League really want to accommodate us, or do they want to do what the ancient Qin Baiqi did? Let us dig a hole and then bury ourselves?"

Feng Qing said: "The former."

"Why is Feng Wang so sure?" A demon king immediately questioned.

"First of all, we have no choice but to die or surrender."

Feng Qing supported the low table in front of him, and said slowly:

"Let's talk about it, let's be frank, who wants to die? Do the demon kings who were killed by me want to die? Then Zhou Zheng only needs to give them a way to survive, and they can swallow their own family members.

"I don't want to die, that's one."

Yan Ruochu asked: "What about the second one?"

"Secondly, today's situation was actually in my expectation.

"Since we came to Blue Star, we have also had a premonition that our holy spirit clan has the upper hand for a while, after all, we can't beat these old ministers of heaven. The ancestors just got a thrust from behind. If this thrust is gone, our holy spirit clan is a mess .

"The underworld is not destroyed, and the six realms of reincarnation are not broken, so the order will last forever. This is their confidence.

"That's why our family restrained the clansmen and didn't commit too many murders. That's why we're in trouble today."

The four demon kings each nodded.

They all understand this truth.

Feng Qing said again:

"Thirdly, it is rumored in the Three Realms that the Dao of Heaven will be revived after 20 years. The Dao of Heaven was severely damaged by the Great Heavenly Venerable before, but the result is that the Dao of Heaven will destroy the living beings in advance. Unifying the spirit race is a path that Emperor Qinghua must take. How should he unify?

"We are the key.

"He is definitely going to give us a foothold on this star, and he will also make our clansman prosper, have enough food and clothing, and then announce to the outside world—look, the monster clan and humans can draw land and rule.

"Then use this to raise the banner and recruit all the tribes of the Three Realms. As far as I know, more than half of the big clans will definitely be tempted."

A demon king said with a smile: "I'm afraid they will catch up."

"So, we stay in Blue Star not only for survival, but also as an opportunity."

Feng Qing picked up the wine bottle in front of him and said loudly:

"After drinking this glass of wine today, let's go for a fight. If we can make it through this road, the five families behind us will have a bright future in the future! Do it!"

The four demon kings held up the wine bottles, and the demon generals below also picked up the wine glasses, their expressions changed from hesitant to gradually firm.

Feng Qing threw the wine bottle.

"Starting from today, my Blue Star Holy Spirit Clan will judge evil and righteousness based on the amount of karma! Dispatch troops from each department and gather the remnants of each family!"

The four demon kings and all the demon generals stood up together.

"Follow the Wind King's order!"

Chapter 179 Zhou Zheng Tours the Underworld

What kind of cow and horse is this!

Zhou Zheng trembled, he was mostly sober from the wine; he looked down at the body lying on the bed, from this perspective he was actually a little handsome.

Afterwards, Zhou Zheng raised his head and looked at the two... things in the corner who were all smiling.

One looks like a bull demon, with two horns emitting a cold light;

One is like a horse demon, with a long mouth and long nose and flowing mane.

The cow shouted: "Grandpa Dijun! Empress Houtu, please tell me about the underworld!"

The horse called: "Can we go on the road now? If you don't move, you can return in the middle of the night."

Zhou Zheng's Adam's apple trembled a few times.

Although they are respectful and seem to be a little afraid of themselves, when they suddenly engage in this situation, they still call out their souls directly, making themselves look like they are not wearing clothes...

That feeling is really subtle.

Zhou Zheng pondered for a few moments, hesitated to speak, and finally decided to be more steady.

"Do you have any documents?"

Niutouma was stunned: "What do you mean?"

"That is, a token to prove the identities of the two?"

Zhou Zheng's Hun'er spread his hands together: "Look, you can't just leave me if you let me go. The world is too chaotic now. If someone pretends to be an official from the underworld, it is not impossible."

"The emperor is right."

"The emperor is right."

"But we don't have any proof... Yes, take a look at this thing, it's a rare thing."

Niutou's big copper bell eyes squeezed hard, and found a Yuhua stone emitting a faint blue light from his bosom.

This is a thing from the underworld, Zhou Zheng's soul can naturally catch it, and after holding it, his eyes light up.

The Dao Rhyme of Reincarnation of Empress Houtu.

Niutou smiled and said: "This is the stone at the bottom of Po Meng's soup and pressure pot. It is called the Wangwu Stone. We sneaked it out. It has the effect of suppressing karma, clearing resentment, and avoiding the punishment of heaven."

Ma Mian also pulled out a somewhat tattered document: "Look, this is the letter of appointment from the Heavenly Court when we took office, and we still have it."

Zhou Zheng took a closer look, nodded slightly, and was about to return Wang Wushi, but Niutou waved his hands repeatedly.

"If you like it, consider it a gift from our brother."

"Thank you two marshals, but I don't need this thing," Zhou Zheng said with a smile, "It's just to verify the identities of the two, let's go."

He threw the Wangwushi back, and his figure fluttered to the side of the bed, adapting to such a weightless state.

Bowing with a bull's head and a horse face, he opened a door in the corner, and when Zhou Zheng stepped into it, he felt like he was floating down.

After falling for a while, a small temple inlaid in the underground gap appeared in front of Zhou Zheng's eyes. There was a warm yellow light around the temple, which made him feel quite comfortable.

There is a plaque hanging on the temple, which is called Chenghuang Temple.

"How to get to the underworld?" Zhou Zheng asked bluntly.

"Grandpa, this way you go."

The bull's head and horse led forward, and together with Zhou Zheng, they turned into a stream of light and entered the temple.

Although this temple is small, it has halls and courtyards. They are only a few centimeters tall at this moment, and it is just right for them to stand in that courtyard.

There is a well in the middle of the courtyard, and the warm yellow light is gushing out of the well.

"This well is connected to the underworld. Don't be surprised. There is no big Town God's Temple here, so you can only drill a well."

The bull's head drilled forward into the well, Zhou Zheng stepped into the well through it, and fled into it after breaking his horse's face.

Zhou Zheng only felt the phantom of the streamer in front of his eyes, as if he had passed through layers of mantle, and seemed to have stepped over the boundary between reality and reality.

The faint yellow spring, the extradition is dark.

When Zhou Zheng opened his eyes again, he was already standing on a vast wilderness, standing in front of a gate.

The sky here is very low, and the sun and stars will never pass by in the gloomy sky, and the moonlight and stars will never be seen.

The ground is also soft, like a layer of the finest sand.

Inside and outside the gate, rows of underworld officials dressed in military armor bowed their heads at the same time, and bowed in front of them.

Zhou Zheng strolled forward, looked at the winding river in the distance, and got into the small sedan chair they had prepared.

It is said to be a sedan chair, but it is actually a bamboo chair clamped between two long bamboo poles, and then tied up with bamboo strips.

Highlight a difficult condition and insufficient funds.

But Qinghua Emperor still had a line-up, with bull-headed and horse-faced hands raising his feet, Black and White Impermanence patrolled left and right, and not far ahead were two iron-faced judges who bowed to greet them.

Zhou Zheng always bowed his hand and returned the gift.

These two judges are not simple, they are well-known in the world, one is bearded and fierce named Zhong Kui, and the other is gentle and soft-spoken named Cui Jue.

Zhou Zheng got on the sedan chair and gradually became a little drowsy. He tried his best to greet the two judges.

'Am I drunk? 'Zhou Zheng thought so.

Zhong Kui laughed and said, "Emperor, why don't you rest for a while, you are the Yang God at the moment, and you are suppressed by the rules of the underworld. If you hold on forcibly, you will damage your energy and spirit."

Cui Jue added: "This has nothing to do with the strength of the cultivation base. The stronger the primordial spirit, the harder it will be suppressed in the underworld. This can also ensure that the strong god cannot come to the underworld to do evil. This chair is specially prepared for you. "

Zhong Kui continued: "Similarly, if the ghost messengers of the underworld stay in the mortal world for too long, they will be suppressed by the mortal world, and their lives are in danger."

"Thank you, Judge, for reminding me."

Zhou Zheng cupped his hands, and then leaned on the bamboo chair, allowing himself to be carried forward by a bull-headed horse, staring at the scenery in various parts of the underworld in a daze.

Three trips to Hanoi, the water is muddy and faint, and after the gate of hell is closed, You Luosen.

The souls of people in front of the Naihe Bridge are crowded, and the affection in front of the Wangxiangtai is true.

Zhou Zheng seemed to have fallen asleep in a daze, until Judge Zhong Kui's rough but soft cry came from beside him:

"Dijun, we are here."

Zhou Zheng opened his eyes, but saw that he was in a bustling street scene.

Towers and pavilions can be seen everywhere, lights and festoons are everywhere, several types of big cities in the world, and the edge of this street can't even be seen at a glance.

And above the big city, there are eleven fairy islands floating, and the fairy island in the middle is quite huge. Ten iron chains of unknown thickness extend outward, locking ten dark fairy palaces.

The land of reincarnation.

Yama of the Ten Palaces.

They were standing outside a courtyard door at the moment, Zhong Kui pushed open the courtyard door, and bowed to invite: "The emperor please come in and wait a while, the empress will come later, this place is also under the protection of the empress Daoyun, you can relax."

"Thank you."

Zhou Zheng cupped his hands.

It's all here, no matter how suspicious it is, it's not beautiful, it's better to be more chic.

He entered with his hands behind his back, curiously looking at the layout of the small courtyard.

The two judges slowly closed the wooden door, and warm yellow lights appeared everywhere in the courtyard, which quickly restored Zhou Zheng's spirit.

Didn't Empress Houtu live in the six realms of reincarnation?

With a little doubt in his heart, Zhou Zheng looked around from the courtyard, and saw that the repair here is considered elegant. There is a small pond with lotus leaves floating on one side, a few strange stones piled up with a wonderful Taoist rhyme, and a small gazebo.

Zhou Zheng stood in the gazebo and waited for a while, when he heard a soft sigh beside his ear.

"From the back, the emperor has not changed at all."

Zhou Zheng turned his head according to the sound, feeling a little disappointed inexplicably in his heart, and immediately hid it back.

Ever since Fairy Baihua was robbed last time, Empress Empress Houtu had a vague outline. Zhou Zheng had been thinking about what kind of demeanor Empress Dowager Dade would be like, and how dazzling the only woman among the four emperors would be. normal.

Not right, the first impression seemed ordinary, but Zhou Zheng only took a few more glances, and was overwhelmed by the temperament of this great virtuous descendant.

She was wearing a plain white long dress, her long hair combed into the clouds, her face was dignified, not beautiful, but she had an unconcealable sense of gentleness and kindness.

Even Zhou Zheng couldn't deduce an age for her appearance, it wouldn't be too much to call her elder sister, and it wouldn't be too much to call her aunt.

Very mysterious.

As soon as she opened her mouth, Zhou Zheng knew that this was indeed a master of Taoism.

"Please sit down, little friend, I have been waiting for you for a long time."

Zhou Zheng was also unambiguous, and bowed his hands.

All souls owe karma to Houtu, and as a VIP customer of the 'Six Paths of Reincarnation', he deserves this gift, and so does Houtu Empress.

Houtu bowed slightly, as a return of the gift, and then sat opposite the gossip table.

Zhou Zheng sat with his head held high, somewhat nervous.

"Thank you for the matter of Baihua Fairy."