I am a ghost messenger, why do I need a long life?

The figure staying on Huangquan Island instantly noticed the appearance of Xu An and others, and turned around suddenly.

At that moment, dozens of terrifying and oppressive feelings came one after another, reaching deep into the soul, like the beating of war drums of the gods, captivating and sudden.

Xu An was almost unable to breathe from the crushing.

Fortunately, this feeling only lasted for a moment.

After confirming that the visitor was Bao Zheng and the magistrate Yang Wei, the dozens of figures with dejected faces sitting on the rocks stood up and bowed from afar.

"Yan Jun, you are here."

They were not surprised that Bao Zheng came here.

After all, with this kind of incident in the Yellow Springs Space, the soul bridges connecting various parts of the Yin Court were most likely cut off.

This morning, magistrates from more than one state have arrived at Huangquan along the Soul Bridge that still survived, asking what exactly happened.

Therefore, according to their estimation, it is only a matter of time before the Ten Kings of Hell arrive here.

"Everyone!"

Bao Zheng was equally polite and bowed slightly to the group of powerful Yin Ting warriors who stayed in the underworld.

Now following behind, he couldn't help but secretly look at these Yinting strongmen who, after gathering their magic power, were in the same state as ordinary people, and some even looked a little dusty.

The people he saw yesterday when he first entered Huangquan were among them.

Among them, the middle-aged man in blue clothes holding an umbrella had a depressed look on his face.

In his hand, the sky-blue tasseled umbrella had a big hole on it and several of its branches were broken.

It looks like it's leaking air from all sides and can't keep out the rain.

beside him.

The man who was holding the sword box before, after the battle yesterday.

There were five swords in the box, and three of them were broken.

The remaining two swords were also severely damaged and are now lying in the box for recuperation.

As for the man holding the chessboard, the black and white chess pieces with 361 points were now scattered all over the ground.

Xu An roughly counted them and found that there were less than a hundred intact pills.

Most of the chess pieces are covered with fine cracks, like cracked porcelain from the Ru kiln.

"Why is it so tragic?"

Swallowing his saliva, Xu An couldn't help but look at Yang Wei with a trembling voice.

Although he was not clear about the strength of these people, he could sense it.

Even if it's just the strength of this group of people, it's like facing the abyss and looking up at the gods.

The terrifying fluctuations emanating from their bodies were definitely several levels stronger than Mu Linjiang's.

In other words, the weakest ghost cultivator among them is at least a Mahayana cultivator.

What's more, who among those who can stay in Huangquan is not a ghost cultivator with extraordinary strength?

But even with so many powerful people guarding it, the Yellow Springs Space could still be beaten to the point where the sky collapsed and the earth collapsed, and even their magic weapons were shattered?

How fierce is this battle?

"Why is it so?"

When one's strength reaches a certain level, even without using magic power, the five senses will become extremely sharp.

The people present obviously had excellent hearing, and even Xu An's mumbling to himself could not escape their ears.

The middle-aged man holding the umbrella first asked himself a question about Xu An's question, then looked at Bao Zheng and said:

"Lord Yan, among the cultivators who came here yesterday, the weakest one was at the Mahayana realm, and there were more than a dozen at the Immortal realm. Looking across the Three Realms, who do you think can mobilize such a terrifying formation?"

"Immortal strength?"

Bao Zheng's expression changed slightly.

Behind him, Yang Wei, along with the chief clerk, the impermanent official, the ghost soldiers and other ghost heroes, were all terrified.

They have been working in the Yin Court and practicing for many years, but they are only at the Purple Mansion or even the Divine Embryo realm.

This is exactly why they know how terrifying those who are stronger are.

From the fact that Mu Linjiang was able to fight his way from the outside of Yinting's main city to the front of Tongpan Mansion by relying on his natural talent and cultivation, we can infer how difficult it is to overcome the gap in realm.

And now, the news they learned was that more than a dozen immortals had taken action?

To be able to survive such a horrific war.

I really don't know whether to lament that the other party is so strong, or that these ghost cultivators who stayed in Huangquan are also against the will of heaven...

Xu An looked at the other person's miserable appearance, and recalled the horrific scene when Meng Po took action yesterday.

Mu Linjiang said.

She is above the Mahayana and has the power of an immortal.

And here, when the war broke out yesterday, there were more than a dozen Meng Pos reaching the abyss of heaven, stepping on the underworld, and bringing down the power of destruction?

It's not surprising that it turned out like this...

Such a terrifying lineup, let alone more than a dozen immortals.

Even a Mahayana cultivator would be able to raze the entire Yangzhou Yin Court to the ground in an instant...

Who on earth could use such terrifying power to attack Huang Quan?

Is it the Divine Court?

No reason...

Even though the Divine Court has such combat power, isn’t their duty to protect the human world?

Even if Yin Ting is not of the same blood as them, there is no reason for him to do such a thing.

not to mention.

What good will it do them if the cycle of reincarnation in the three realms is destroyed?

Is it the Lishan Sword Sect?

Considering Mu Linjiang's discovery in the human world and the fact that many immortals had emerged from their sect, Xu An had reason to suspect them.

But the question is, where is the evidence?

If I suddenly tell them what I think, will they believe me?

Xu An was still thinking.

Next to him, Bao Zheng had already asked back:

"The Five Ghost Emperors, the other ghost immortals in the Yin Court, and Ksitigarbha Bodhisattva are not here?"

According to the Yin Court system, the five ghost emperors will take turns to sit in the underworld and then return to their own dojo.

The other ghost immortals in the Yin Court will also take turns staying in the Yellow Springs to prevent any accidents.

Although Ksitigarbha Bodhisattva came from a Buddhist sect, he made a great vow that he would not become a Buddha until hell was empty and all sentient beings were saved before he could attain Bodhi.

Were they not present when the incident happened?

"The Great Emperor Dongyue returned to the Taishan Daoist temple three days ago to personally attend the sacrificial ceremony and has not yet returned."

"As for the Yinting Ghost Immortal, he had already ascended to the Immortal Realm half a month ago."

"Venerable Ksitigarbha, not long ago, went to the South Sea to travel with Bodhisattva Avalokitesvara and has not yet returned."

"Now in Huangquan, I am the only one here."

Bao Zheng hadn't finished speaking.

A slightly old, but familiar and kind voice sounded.

Meng Po appeared in front of everyone at some point.

Seeing her coming, all the ghosts and fairies in the Yellow Springs space bowed slightly to her and called her "Grandma".

"Bao Zheng, you're here."

Meng Po hunched her body slightly and nodded to him, with a familiar kindness on her slightly tired face.

"Mother-in-law, how did they grasp the timing so accurately?"

As the King of Hell, Bao Zheng reacted quickly.

He instantly realized everything Xu An had thought of in the Tongpan Mansion before.

But even if this is the enemy's strategy to lure the tiger away from the mountain.

Then how do they grasp the movements of the many powerful people in the Yin Court?

How could he be so precise and choose the moment when most of the top combat forces in the entire Huangquan space are not there to take action?

"There's just a mole among us."

Meng Po shook her head, but did not say clearly who she suspected.

When talking to smart people, just a few words are enough, no need for too detailed explanations.

With his eyes slightly narrowed, Bao Zheng swept his gaze across the dozens of ghost cultivators who were still in the Yellow Springs space.

He had seen most of these people before, and even if he was not familiar with the others, he had heard of them.

Even if he had suspicions, he had no definite direction in the short term.

Things that need to be thoroughly investigated can be put off until later.

The most important thing at this moment is the cycle of reincarnation in the three realms.