Xiaoyouzhutian, send Yi Xiaochuan to the palace to start

As soon as this Buddhist-sounding voice came out, some angry voices suddenly appeared in the underworld.

"How brave!"

"You, the Western Cult, are going too far! Do you really think that there is no one in my Wu clan?"

As the voice fell, several violent auras filled every corner of the underworld.

Pingxin Hall.

"Huh? Are they those little guys?" Di Jiang looked into the distance with a look of joy on his face.

Hou Tu nodded slightly, with a serious expression: "That's right, Xing Tian, ​​Xiang Liu, Yu Shi and the others are still alive."

Xing Tian and his friends are the great witches of the witch clan. They are the strongest beings after the ancestor witch, but now, there are only these few left.

"Hmph, who is that bald donkey! Why did he come to this underworld!" Zhu Rong looked at the distance with a frown.

After the brief explanation just now, they also knew that Hou Tu has now become Niangniang Pingxin, and has reincarnated into a genuine saint.

In other words, the underworld is the private territory of their witch clan. Now a bald donkey suddenly appears, and the hot-tempered Zhu Rong is certainly not happy.

Liu Hao didn't expect that Ksitigarbha would come now, but considering the time, it's about time.

"His name is Dizang. He should be Jieyin, one of Zhunti's disciples. Now he comes to the underworld. His intention is very clear. The Western Church wants to have a place in the underworld."

Everyone looked at Liu Hao, who had a calm expression, and frowned.

"How dare you! A mere bald donkey wants to get involved in the underworld built by my sister Hou Tu?" Zhu Rong shouted loudly and then disappeared directly into the Pingxin Hall.

It was obvious that he was going to cause trouble for the bald donkey, so Gonggong chased after him without hesitation.

Although these two people seem to be incompatible and often quarrel with each other, they are brothers. Besides, Gonggong also wants to move around.

But less than two breaths after Ksitigarbha Bodhisattva made his aspiration, suddenly, something unexpected happened in the underworld.

Where Ksitigarbha Bodhisattva was, golden lotus emerged from the ground and the sky above the underworld seemed to be torn apart, with a crack appearing. Then a huge golden light emerged from the crack and flew towards Ksitigarbha Bodhisattva.

"The power of merit!" Pingxin's face suddenly changed when she saw this scene. She did not expect that the way of heaven would allow Dizang to make great wishes in the underworld.

Isn't this a slap in her face? This is their matter, when will it be the turn of the Heavenly Dao to speak?

Under the nourishment of this power of merit, Ksitigarbha's strength is increasing step by step, and he has actually jumped from the late stage of Daluo Jinxian to the early stage of Quasi-Sage.

Upon seeing this, Liu Hao and his companions looked at each other and then disappeared into Pingxin Hall.

“How dare you! You actually trespassed into the underworld and are now in the eighteen levels of hell!” Just after Ksitigarbha Bodhisattva finished accepting the baptism of merit, some figures appeared around him.

It was Xingtian, Xiangliu, and some people from the Wu clan.

When Ksitigarbha saw everyone coming, he smiled and put his hands together in greeting: "I am Ksitigarbha, the poor monk. Greetings to you all."

"Hmph! Retreat quickly. My underworld does not need people from the Western religion!" Xing Tian glared at Ksitigarbha with a hint of murderous intent between his brows, but he did not dare to act rashly. After all, the witch clan today is not the same as before.

But just when Ksitigarbha was about to say something, a furious breath came from a distance, mixed with a hint of anger, "Xingtian, when did you become so timid?"

"Now that outsiders have invaded our territory, why are we still wasting time talking?"

As soon as he finished speaking, a burly figure came to Ksitigarbha at lightning speed, and without mercy, punched him directly out of the underworld.

When Xing Tian and others saw the appearance of the person who came, they were all dumbfounded. It was not until Gonggong appeared that they came to their senses and looked at Zhurong and Gonggong in disbelief.

Just as everyone was stunned for a long time, they heard a loud snap.

"Ouch...Xiangliu, why did you hit me?" Xing Tian rubbed the back of his head and complained.

Xiangliu looked at Zhurong and Gonggong with a dull look and asked Xingtian: "Does it hurt?"

"Nonsense, do you think it hurts?" Xing Tian rolled his eyes at him and said unhappily.

"Then it's not a dream... Are you really Lord Zhurong and Lord Gonggong?" Xiangliu said with a trembling voice, his eyes slightly red.

Xing Tian finally reacted and turned around to look, his face full of disbelief.

"Nonsense, who in this ancient world dares to impersonate me, Zhu Rong?" Zhu Rong looked at the few people arrogantly, with admiration in his eyes.

As Zhu Rong's voice fell, the figures of Liu Hao, Di Jiang, Hou Tu and others appeared in their sight.

"Di...Lord Dijiang? Lord Qiangliang? Lord Jumang?..."

"I am not dreaming, am I?..."

As soon as these words were spoken, there were sudden sounds of "pa, pa, pa".

Seeing this scene, Liu Hao smiled slightly and said bluntly: "You Wu people are really... cute."

After hearing this, Hou Tu's mouth trembled slightly. She cleared her throat and said sternly, "What's the fuss? You are not mistaken."

All the members of the Wu Clan, no, the entire underworld was in an uproar, and they all came to the location where Di Jiang and others were.

"We pay our respects to the Twelve Ancestral Witches..."

Each of them had tears of excitement in their eyes, and some even couldn't help but cry out loud.

After the deaths of the eleven ancient witches, the remaining witches had nowhere to go for a while. They were all confused, and having lost their leader, they didn't know what the point of living was.

The eyes of Dijiang and others were red at this time. Dijiang said with a trembling voice: "Do you blame us?"

"No blame! Even if time goes back, we will follow the witch ancestors and fight bloody battles!" Xing Tian looked at Di Jiang with great determination.

"Yes, we don't blame the ancestors of witches! If we have to blame someone, we should blame those guys from the demon tribe!"

"Yes, without the Ancestral Witch Masters, we would not exist! How can we blame you Masters!"

As Xing Tian's voice fell, everyone expressed their opinions.

For a moment, the atmosphere here was a little weird. One after another, the big and burly men were crying, and the wandering ghosts in the whole underworld trembled when they heard the sound...

But at such a "warm" moment, there are always those blind people who come out to disrupt the situation.

A voice that deserved a beating came from a distance, "Amitabha, who just attacked this poor monk? Come out now!"

As the voice fell, Ksitigarbha was dumbfounded, because when he looked over, countless people from the Wu clan appeared at the same place just now, and each of them seemed to be crying...

What made him even more dumbfounded was yet to come. He saw twelve powerful auras attracting his attention. His pupils contracted and he said in horror.

"The Twelve Ancestral Witches? No... Impossible! How could you still be alive?!"

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