After going crazy, he was pampered by the heroine's geniuses

When everyone heard the red-clothed female ghost calling Xia Ye "benefactor", they all stopped what they were doing.

He asked awkwardly.

"So this is your friend, Xia Ye!"

Xia Ye said angrily, "I just wanted to introduce her identity to you, but you all stood up like cats whose tails were stepped on.

You still want to protect me? Seeing how scared you are, I think you should just stay here and wait for me, and don't hold me back."

Everyone became anxious when they heard this. How could they tolerate being looked down upon by the goddess of their dreams?

They all defended themselves, saying that it was their first time encountering ghost cultivators from the underworld and they had no experience, but they would definitely perform better next time.

Xia Ye remained skeptical about them, but finally took them and followed Shang Yu'e back to the underworld via the Lingyou Inn.

Along the way, with Shang Yu'e's escort, none of the little ghosts in the underworld dared to stop them.

Instead, they all bowed respectfully to Shang Yu'e in Lingyou Inn.

It seems that Shang Yu'e has been highly respected in the underworld over the years and has established her own power.

Everyone leaned out of the window of Lingyou Inn and looked out curiously.

Is this underworld as people on earth describe it, with a Ghost Gate, a Naihe Bridge, six Caoguanfu, ten Yama Palaces, twelve Siguanfu, and eighteen levels of hell?

The dead become ghosts, and ghosts enter the cycle of reincarnation and are reborn in the six realms. This is the end of life, but also the starting point of life.

How many people come here with blood in their mouths, and how much unwillingness can only turn into a glance back.

Crossing the Naihe Bridge and drinking Mengpo Soup, after the six reincarnations, there is the first cry of grievance. On the Three Lives Stone, another deep stroke is carved, recording the debt that should be paid and the love that should be repaid.

Shang Yu'e seemed to know what everyone was thinking, and on the way back she deliberately passed by the Eighteen Levels of Hell to let them see the real scene inside.

Everyone watched with grimace as those ordinary ghosts were judged and thrown into the corresponding levels of hell.

It turns out that there really are hells of tongue-pulling, mountain of knives, oil pot hell, pool of blood, volcano hell, and even all kinds of punishment hells such as skinning, stone grinding, and knives and saws.

After watching the whole process, seeing those sentient beings who had committed crimes being punished over and over again in hell and wailing in pain, everyone had only one thought in their minds.

You must continue to seek for advancement and never fall into the hands of the evil spirits in the underworld, as that would be truly a fate worse than death.

In front of us is the mysterious Samsara Palace, a place that only immortal cultivators will go to after their death.

This place has its own order. Mysterious runes are spread all over the sky, showing where the cultivators will be reborn in the next life based on the merits they have accumulated during their lifetime.

Shang Yu'e asked Xia Ye what to do?

Xia Ye touched the hair of the eager little bastard, and curled the corners of his lips evilly.

"Of course we'll go straight in and catch him off guard."

Shang Yu'e's eyes lit up when she heard this. Without any hesitation, she directly mobilized the Lingyou Inn to rush towards the reincarnation point ahead.

At the same time, she took out a black jade token and kept issuing orders.

Xia Ye heard everything clearly at the side. All of them were orders to subordinates in other halls to seize control of the palace, as well as orders to mobilize the ghost army that obeyed her orders to come to the Hall of Samsara as soon as possible to help.

It seems that Shang Yu'e has already started planning. On the surface, she pretends to be friendly with Pluto, but in fact she is working hard to develop and expand her own power.

This plan has been planned for a long time, just waiting to take advantage of her favorable situation to achieve rapid success.

Xia Ye really likes such sober and independent women from the bottom of her heart, who will not be blinded by so-called power, status, and love, and are ambitious and scheming.

Live with clear goals and be tenacious.

She is also very happy to help girls like this.

Lingyou Inn rushed towards the Samsara Palace, directly knocking a big hole in the wall surrounding the palace gate.

At this time, Hades was sitting on the throne with his eyes closed and dozing, listening to the long and endless reports of the eight judges below.

There was a boom.

There was a big hole in the palace door.

Yan Que, who had been in charge of the underworld for thousands of years, showed a look of confusion on his face for the first time.

Not to mention that he had never experienced rebellion. Even the eight ghosts under his seat who had been judges for tens of thousands of years had never seen it. How could a living person dare to cause trouble in the underworld?

Xia Ye was afraid that the eight geniuses would start to act cowardly again, so he spoke directly.

"Whoever can kill the judge first, I will bleed a lot today and use a Hongmeng purple fruit from the fairyland as the first prize, and give it to the man who kills first."

The geniuses didn't understand what it meant to get the first blood.

But based on the literal meaning, we also know that whoever kills the first judge will get Xia Ye's reward.

Regardless of whether there is a reward or not, just this special recognition that weighs heavily in Xia Ye's heart and is different from that of others, they will fight desperately for it.

As soon as Xia Ye finished speaking, the eight geniuses took out their magic weapons and rushed forward like the Eight Immortals crossing the sea.

Each of them finds a judge, uses their best skills, and attacks with their life-saving trump cards.

For a moment, the sky above the hall was filled with wind and clouds, and various fighting moves were dazzling, illuminating the area within a radius of ten miles around the hall.

Xia Ye widened her eyes, looking at the eight men who were showing off their skills with disbelief on their faces.

Gu Junxing's swordsmanship, his extraordinary ice blade, his hollow Buddhist beads and wooden fish, his sword, his double fists and his iron legs were all danced with great vigor.

That aura completely disregarded the judge, whose realm was obviously higher than theirs.

Even Nan Xingyao, Wen Yuan, Su Duoyu and Bai Xiaosheng, who Xia Ye had originally wanted to lend a helping hand, each carried their own magic weapons, controlled spirit beasts and talismans, and fought fiercely with the opponent's judge, with no one to win.

So, were these men's behavior in the small dark room just now just a joke on her?

How come in the blink of an eye, the group of little sheep in her eyes all turned into tigers coming down the mountain, with deadly words and vicious moves?

Yan Que, who was sitting on the throne of Pluto, looked at the chaotic scene in front of him and stared at Shang Yu'e, seemingly in disbelief.

"My beloved! What are you doing? Are you going to rebel?"

Shang Yu'e sneered softly, "Don't call me my beloved concubine, it's disgusting to hear. What's wrong with rebellion? Today is the day you die."

"Death date? My beloved, you don't think that these few jumping monkeys can overturn my throne? That's ridiculous...hahaha..."

Yan Que showed an expression of ridicule and contempt and laughed out loud.

He raised his hand with disdain, and waves of overwhelming evil spirit attacked Xia Ye and Shang Yu'e.

"Since you are such a disobedient plaything, it seems that there is no need for me to show you mercy. I will let you stay in the Eighteenth Level of Hell for another ten years."

When Shang Yu'e heard this, her body began to tremble involuntarily, as if she was recalling some unpleasant memories from the past, and her body was shivering due to stress.

She knew Pluto's abilities very well. That attack, comparable to that of a great warrior in the fusion stage, was not something she could withstand at her current level as a ghost king. However, she still stood in front of Xia Ye without hesitation.

He raised his hands and gathered all his strength to prepare to withstand the blow.

She stood in the air with her red dress fluttering, a look of determination to die on her face.