Huang Quan's companion

Min Yuejun wiped off the blood from the corner of his mouth, not being stage frightened, and faced him calmly: "Yes."

Zhuanlun Wang raised his hand, counted one or two, stared at the palm of his hand for a while, and had already read all his life, and said with a smile: "The underworld has not seen a living person for hundreds of years, interesting."

The magic stick didn't know what his words meant, and was afraid that he would blame him, so he hurriedly said: "Your Highness, we are being used by others, it is not intentional..."

The Wheel-Running King raised his hand to stop him from talking, and said, "I know, you are investigating the evil spirits in the mortal world."

Min Yuejun couldn't see the magic stick kneeling for others, and didn't want to make it too obvious, so he pretended to hold his chest and began to vomit blood again.

Sure enough, Shenzhu hurriedly stood up, supported him and asked anxiously, "How are you?"

Min Yuejun coughed twice, shook his head: "It's fine."

King Zhuanlun raised his eyebrows, and did not expose his small thoughts, but said: "For the sake of both of you being cultivators, this king will let you go. Where are the others? "

Yama of the ten temples has different likes and dislikes towards cultivators. It seems that this wheel-turning king has a kind attitude towards cultivators.

The magic stick pointed to the outside of the two formations: "They left the tenth hall and entered the place of five turbidities."

The Wheel-Turning King snorted, and said with a sneer, "I'm not afraid."

The magic stick saw that he was not in a hurry, he was a little uncertain, he hesitated and did not speak.

"Qing Rong, can't you break the formation?" Zhuanlun Wang looked at him with a half-smile, "Break it."

"..." Shenzhu believed that this kind of small formation could be broken easily for a majestic Yan Luo, so he was still very dissatisfied with their mistaken intrusion into the underworld.

"Master..." Min Yuejun shouted, "I'll help..."

"You stay here, I'll go by myself." The magic stick warned him, "Don't forget that you are still sick and injured!"

Min Yuejun really wanted to say that he was fine, but he had just vomited blood just now, so it was not convincing, so he shut his mouth and stopped talking.

Maybe he entered the underworld, the yin energy here is more suitable for ghosts to cultivate, and the magic power of the magic stick is much stronger than in the mortal world. Although these two formations are complicated, it is not difficult for him to break through them.He walked to the front of the formation, took out a few ghost symbols and began to draw.

Min Yuejun looked at him, wanting to help, but couldn't.He is really not proficient in five elements and gossip, and he is not as good as those three people.

The Wheel-Turning King came to him, glanced sideways at him, and asked, "Why can't I see your fate?"

Min Yuejun said lightly: "Where does the fate of the immortal come from?"

"Is there anyone who is immortal?" The Wheel-Turning King chuckled softly, "Humans are bound to die after all. You are not dead, but because you are no longer a human being."

After hearing this, Min Yuejun just smiled, and wrote lightly: "What's the difference, half-dead is not necessarily bad."

"How did you become like this?" After Zhuanlun Wang finished asking, he looked at the magic stick again, "Oh yes, your master did it. He is a good guy with extremely high talent, so he is a good seed."

Min Yuejun's heart tightened when he heard it, and he suddenly turned to look at him: "What do you mean by that?"

Zhuanlun Wang said indifferently: "It's nothing, there is a shortage of manpower in the underworld, something happened here, I will recruit him to work in my palace."

"..." Min Yuejun clenched his fist tightly and choked out two words, "No."

The Wheel-Running King raised his voice as if he expected it, "Oh?"

"..." Min Yuejun thought about the future, but quickly let go of his hand, and said dejectedly, "That's fine..."

"Are you willing?"

Min Yuejun moved the corners of his mouth, and a wry smile appeared on his pale and indifferent face: "Why don't you give up, I have a bad debt with him, and it's good to have a settlement..."

While speaking, the magic stick had already broken the formation and waved to them: "We can pass."

The two walked a few steps forward, Shen stick turned around and asked, "What were you talking about just now?"

Min Yuejun didn't speak, Zhuanlun Wang smiled and said, "I'm talking about Your Excellency."

"Me?" The magic stick was inexplicable.

"The tenth palace lacks a master who is familiar with the five elements and the gossip. I think your cultivation is quite good. I wonder if you intend to stay in this king's palace as an errand?"

Shen stick was stunned for a moment, and said with a dry smile: "Your Highness thinks highly of me, I... have no skills, so I... don't bother you."

"That's fine." The Wheel-Turning King didn't bother, "You've been dead for many years, so it's only natural that you want to reincarnate."

"..." Min Yuejun stared at the magic stick closely, wanting to hear his answer.

Shenzhu opened his mouth, not daring to say that he didn't want to be reincarnated in front of Zhuanlun King, so he could only change the subject and said, "I seem to have heard He Tang's voice, go save someone first!"

After speaking, he ran forward.

Min Yuejun froze, not knowing what he was thinking.Although Yincha said that he has unfulfilled wishes, but if Zhuanlun Wang personally held accountable, would Qingrong still dare to hide in the world and not reincarnate?

Zhuanlun King suddenly said: "His previous life was rough, he did not distinguish between good and evil, he had meritorious deeds and demerits, so his number of lives is not stable now. Although he is loved and cared for by others, he restrains relatives and friends, and dies short-lived."

The word "death" hit Min Yuejun's sore spot, because Qingrong's death was caused by him.

"His fate is like this, you don't need to be too harsh on yourself."

"Hardly?" Min Yuejun sarcastically said, "He doesn't criticize me, how can I criticize myself?"

The Wheel-Turning King glanced at him and said meaningfully, "Then how did you end up here?"

"..." Min Yuejun closed his eyes and said coldly, "This is my fate."

The Wheel-Turning King shook his head and sighed slightly.

Although a person's fate is fixed before birth, but who can say for sure in the world, although the fate of the master and the apprentice has been predetermined, it is the two of them who have caused the current situation.

"Hetang!" The magic stick exclaimed!

Min Yuejun quickly swept to the front, and saw a large stretch of fertile rocks stretching out. The strange rocks were jagged and reddishly red. Some of them seemed to be blown away by something, and the broken stones fell to the ground.And behind the Wolong Stone, there was a black mist that could not go away, and all kinds of strange ghosts crowded and danced, and He Tang was standing in the air, with black eyes on his pale little face, and his hands seemed to be bound by something. , unable to move, and the wounds on his body continued to emit demonic energy, and a red snake wandered around in his soul, devouring the continuous hostility in his body.

The magic stick was about to step forward to save someone, but Min Yuejun pulled him back and asked, "Where are the others?"

Only then did Shengun realize that other than He Tang, no one else had appeared.

"Strange, since He Tang is here, Jin Shu shouldn't go far." Shen stick became nervous, "But the black fog is too heavy, I can't see clearly."

"Look for Fu Lan first." Min Yuejun felt the piece of fertile rock and detected Fu Lan's location.After a while, he felt his breath behind a piece of fertile stone that was two feet high.Min Yuejun pressed the shoulder of the magic stick, and said in a low voice, "Don't move rashly, I'll go and have a look."

"Be careful."

Min Yuejun quietly flew over with the sword, pulled out the Fuxue sword, and unceremoniously slashed down in the air!

A dazzling red light flew out and collided with his sword energy. Min Yuejun turned around to dodge, raised his sword and stabbed, a black shadow flew past him quickly, and released three will-o'-the-wisps!

After all, Min Yuejun is a mortal body, if he is touched by will-o'-the-wisp, it will easily affect his soul!The magic stick kept looking at him, and wanted to help but it was too late. The protective barrier on Min Yuejun's body was broken by the ghost fire, and it was about to burn him. Before anyone arrived, the voice came first: "Min Daoist, to the southwest!"

"Thank you!" Min Yuejun turned around and flew three sword tactics in the southwest direction, turning into ten phantoms, and outflanking them in the southwest direction.

The Asura Umbrella rotated rapidly, and the Asura on both sides cried and laughed, making ear-piercing noises, which made the crying and howling of the ghosts around him even more horribly. Surrounded in a circle, his clear eyebrows were reflected by the faint blue fire light. If you look closely, you can find that his face is much paler than before, and there is a black air between the eyebrows, which seems to have been invaded by the turbid air.

The King of Wheels twitched when he saw the Shura Umbrella, and stared at Yang Jinshu, watching him control the Shura Umbrella, which was supposed to be a magic weapon of the underworld.

"Jin Shu!" Seeing that his expression was wrong, the magic stick immediately flew to help.

Yang Jinshu grasped the handle of the umbrella and waved it around, the piercing sound scattered in all directions, and the monsters, sprites and ghosts hidden in the Wolong Stone were shaken by the sound and fled in all directions, screaming in fright, and the surroundings became even more noisy.

"Jin Shu, your umbrella is a killer weapon!" Shen stick felt his brain ache from hearing it, "Don't your ears hurt when you hear it yourself?"

A small box flew out of Yang Jinshu's sleeve and threw it to him: "Eat it."

The magic stick caught the box, opened it and saw that there were five or six pills inside, and quickly asked, "How many pills?"

"One." Yang Jinshu brushed away the will-o'-the-wisp that Fulan had put down, fixed his eyes on Hetang, and wanted to move forward, but felt that his chest was tight, so he staggered and fell to the ground, and the Shura umbrella fell down.

"Jinshu! What's the matter with you?" The magic stick helped him stand up and put away the Shura umbrella for him, "What happened? How could He Tang..."

"It's Uncle Liu..." Yang Jinshu closed his eyes, "I followed him all the way, but I was trapped by the magic circle of Wolong Stone. When I broke through the Wolong Stone Formation, He Tang was already like this, and Liu Uncle has long since disappeared. I wanted to go forward to save He Tang, but for some reason, I kept wandering around in this fertile rock."

King Zhuanlun said slowly: "The Wolong Stones are spiritual stones outside the underworld. They have existed since ancient times. These stones have human nature, and they will set up formations to stop intruders."

Only now did Yang Jinshu see him, but he saw that he had an extraordinary appearance, unlike any ghost he had ever seen.He looked carefully for a moment, and when he saw the golden seal on his forehead, he was stunned: "Turn... um... Your Highness?"

The Wheel-Running King raised his eyebrows, a little surprised: "You recognize me?"

Yang Jinshu hid the Asura Umbrella behind his back, and stammered: "Listen...I heard that Brother Yin sent me to mention it."

"I've used it all up, what are you hiding?" The Wheel-Turning King glanced at him, "I won't ask you for it back."

Yang Jinshu blinked and said shyly, "Thank you, Your Highness."

"Wait..." The magic stick pulled his shoulder and asked, "The Shura Umbrella is..."

He lowered his voice: "From the tenth hall?"

Yang Jinshu nodded.

"Fuck..." the magic stick moved his mouth, "You can get this thing? You are awesome!"

Yang Jinshu quickly covered his mouth: "Master!"

The magician shut his mouth knowingly, but his eyes were bigger than a bull's, apparently still in disbelief.

Although the Wheel-Running King didn't intend to come back, he still asked, "Where did you get it?"

"This..." Yang Jinshu didn't dare to speak. He had spent some effort to get this Shura umbrella from the ghost market, but reselling the magic weapon of the underworld is a serious crime, and he dared not betray his helper.

How can he hide his little thoughts from the King of the Wheel, he can see through his lies at a glance, but the matter at hand is urgent, he doesn't bother to ask, finding one or two daring insiders is not a big deal.