Slaying God: The Agent of the Ancestral Witch, Starting with the Nine-Turn Mysterious Art

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A force of cause and effect swept out, allowing the injured gray sheep to escape, and the Netherworld Ghost Seal that Chen Han had condensed in the air vanished into thin air...

Lu Yu, who had regained some strength through micro-treatment, slowly walked over.

"Brother Chen Han, what's going on?"

Chen Han frowned as he looked at the place where the fragments of Fengdu had been scattered.

Something's happened in the underworld...

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Hell.

The Bridge of Helplessness.

People come and go on the Bridge of Helplessness, while the clear waves of the River of Oblivion ripple.

The four Corpse Ancestors sat on the railing, having a fishing competition.

Hou Qing gripped the fishing rod tightly, looking confident of victory.

"When it comes to fishing, you have to look to me; none of you can do it."

Jiang Chen said with a smile, "The time is not yet up and the outcome is not yet decided. Brother Hou Qing, don't get too cocky too soon. If you lose face, you won't have the face to go back to your hometown to see your elders."

Ying Gou held the fishing rod in one hand, seemingly uninterested in winning or losing.

The other three had some spoils in their fish baskets, but Nüba's sister's fish basket was empty.

Nuwa pouted in frustration. She had suppressed her heat to the lowest level, but the fish in the River of Oblivion were still wary of her and dared not approach.

"Yo ho, another one!"

Jiang Chen lifted his fishing rod and accurately cast the fish he had caught into his fish basket.

"Brother Houqing, I've caught up with you now. Let's settle this with a single cast and see who catches the fish first, how about it?"

Hou Qing nodded and said, "Alright, whoever loses has to stand guard for Meng Po at the Bridge of Helplessness and brew soup for a month!"

Jiang Chen smiled and said, "No problem, bring it on."

Ying Gou and Nü Ba had given up on continuing their fishing and walked behind the two of them, silently watching the show.

Hou Qing and Jiang Chen stared intently at the water, not even blinking.

Soon, the two of them almost simultaneously lifted their fishing rods and cast them into their fish baskets.

"I won!"

The two looked at each other and said in unison.

"Boss, don't cheat! I was the one who started it first," Hou Qing argued.

“Brother Houqing, it’s obvious that I’m a tiny bit faster than you,” Jiang Chen said earnestly.

What do the two referees think?

When faced with a difficult question, the socially anxious Nüba sister quickly hid behind Ying Gou.

Ying Gou looked the two men up and down, then slowly said, "Ahem, I hereby announce that the final winner of this year's Corpse Ancestor Fishing Competition is..."

"Meng Po..."

"Meng Po???"

The other three Corpse Ancestors followed Ying Gou Corpse Ancestor's gaze and discovered that Meng Po, dressed in white with white hair and a youthful face, had somehow crossed the Bridge of Helplessness and was slowly walking towards them...

Hou Qing laughed and said, "It must be that Meng Po overheard our bet just now, and she can't wait to come and claim her reward."

Jiang Chen nodded and said, "That's right. Whoever loses has to guard the Naihe Bridge for Meng Po for a month. In the end, she won't be the winner."

So, who really won between us?

Ying Gou scratched his head and said, "The difference isn't too big, so I don't think I could see it clearly. Why don't you guys have another match?"

Hou Qing and Jiang Chen rolled their eyes, speechless.

"wrong……"

A scorching wave of energy condensed in Nüba's palm as she warily stared at Meng Po, who was slowly approaching.

"What's wrong?"

"Something's wrong with Meng Po!" Nüba quickly reminded her.

Before everyone could get a good look, Meng Po suddenly attacked, and the River of Oblivion beneath her feet surged back, unleashing terrifying Netherworld power that blasted towards the four Corpse Ancestors!

Jiang Chen raised his hand and conjured a Jianmu barrier, which was airtight and blocked the raging waters of the River of Oblivion, leaving no room for leakage!

Hou Qing frowned. "Meng Po, what's wrong with you?!"

Ying Gou slowly drew the gleaming golden horse-slaying saber from Tianchen on his back and said coldly, "She must be being controlled by some kind of special force..."

The other three Corpse Ancestors stared at the horse-slaying saber in Ying Gou's hand with disgust. "Alright, alright, can you put this piece of junk away for now?"

"Why make the weapons for fighting so flashy? They're blinding my 24K titanium alloy eyes!"

Ying Gou shrugged and said, "I don't know, but my sword is very shiny."

"Something terrible has happened! The Gates of Hell is in complete chaos! You Corpse Ancestors, you should go and check it out quickly..." Tao Yao rushed over to report to the four Corpse Ancestors.

"Holy crap, that scared the hell out of me! I just went to the Netherworld to deliver something, and that old monk went crazy, chanting 'I will not become a Buddha until hell is empty!'"

"I had to physically deliver anyone I caught. If I hadn't run fast, this skeleton would have been fed to the Di Ting (a mythical beast) there..."

Qinghan arrived breathlessly after running all the way and spoke to the group.

"It's chaos, complete chaos! The entire underworld is a complete mess!" Jiang Chen frowned.

Hou Qing immediately said, "Sister Nüba, I'm leaving the Bridge of Helplessness to you."

Nuwa nodded and immediately raised her hand to unleash a wave of heat that clashed with the waters of the River of Oblivion that Meng Po was sweeping towards!

“There are a lot of ghost generals and underworld commanders at the Gates of Hell. Boss, go over there and use the vines to control them first. Don’t let anything escape or get in.”

Jiang Chen, dressed in blood-stained clothes, said, "No problem, with me here, we will be absolutely safe at the Gates of Hell."

After saying that, Jiang Chen transformed into a bloody shadow and flew towards the Gates of Hell!

Hou Qing then looked at Ying Gou and said, "Below the Nine Netherworlds, the River Styx and the Sea of ​​Blood, you are familiar with this place, so I'm leaving it to you, old monk."

Ying Gou, carrying a gleaming golden saber, headed straight for the Netherworld to find Ksitigarbha Bodhisattva.

"What about us?"

Tao Yao and Qing Han looked at Hou Qing and asked with serious expressions.

Snapped!

With a snap of his fingers, Hou Qing unleashed an army of countless zombies from the underworld!

"You two lead my zombie army on patrols. If any fierce ghosts or evil spirits dare to cause trouble, they will be annihilated on the spot!"

"Yes!"

Hou Qing glanced in the direction of Fengdu City and transformed into a beam of ghostly light.

The Emperor of Fengdu, dressed in a black imperial robe, sat in the main hall, shaking his head and looking extremely pained.

Hou Qing transformed into a beam of ghostly light and descended, giving a wicked smile.

"Brother, I didn't want to get involved either, but you've lost control now..."

"If I hit you too hard, don't blame me for not holding back."

"As you know, my brother comes from the witch clan and has always been a brute who fights with great strength and can throw bricks."

boom! ! !

Without any hesitation, Hou Qing revealed his true form as a Great Witch, instantly bursting the entire Fengdu Palace and blasting it fiercely towards the out-of-control Fengdu Emperor!

……

On the verge of death.

The Earth Sheep, dressed in a black suit, smiled as he looked at the chaotic underworld.

"Let them fight, let them fight! It would be best if the Corpse Ancestor and the Yin God fought to a standstill, so we could reap the benefits..."

"Hahahaha...Pfft!"

A jet-black longsword, imbued with the laws of destruction and surging with black, malevolent energy like hellfire, pierced through the heart of the Earth Sheep from behind in an instant.

The ruthless and taciturn Shen Qingzhu kicked the corpse of the earth sheep away, and the Demon Sword automatically absorbed all the blood on its blade...

"What are you babbling about? A good dog doesn't block the way, and neither do sheep..."