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Chapter 67 Xi Fangping

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    The establishment of the underworld is the first great merit after the creation of the world.

    Extradition of the ghosts of all living beings in the yang world, reincarnation, and all the establishment of religion, creation of man, and establishment of heaven in later generations are all based on this, and all living beings and all things have achieved a reincarnation system, which can be said to be infinitely meritorious.

    Because of this, even after ten thousand years of the collapse of the Heavenly Dao, the Yincao Difu can still maintain its basic operation, ensuring that the luck will not be lost in an instant.

    The construction of the underworld is the embodiment of a great power of the Wu clan in the ancient prehistoric period. Jiuyou Huangquan, Naihe Golden Bridge, Zhetian Baigai, Liudao **, etc. were all magic weapons of the Wu clan.

    It was the ancient Wu Clan who made such a great sacrifice. Even in the catastrophe of the Lich, the Wu Clan was able to preserve the last bit of luck. If the underworld is not destroyed, the Wu Clan will last forever.

    Only the origin of these eighteen levels of hell is somewhat unclear.

    According to legend, these eighteen levels of hell are actually eighteen continents.  The ancient witch clan dispatched countless great witches, who forcibly moved them from the universe with great mana.  These continents are desolate and uninhabited, with no spiritual energy and no one to fight for, but they are just suitable to be used as the foundation of the boundless hell.

    Under these eighteen layers of hell, there is actually another layer, which is Taihua Mountain in the world of immortals.  I don't know how many times smaller than the eighteen levels of hell, suspended in the heavy and turbid atmosphere, floating with the eighteen levels of hell.

    It was the first time for Lin Baixuan to use Di Jiang's space magic power, and he was still cautious in front of him, looking down on the eighteen layers of hell.  Later, I felt proficient, and I used a little more force, and I went directly across the space of the knife-saw hell and fell into the Taihua Mountain.

    It's also a crooked shot. There used to be an immortal in Taihua Mountain, who was Chi Jingzi, one of the Twelve Golden Immortals of Yuqing.  After the collapse of the heavenly way, even with his Taiyi Jinxian cultivation base, he couldn't resist the erosion of the five decays of heaven and man, and immediately dissected his body in the palace where he practiced.

    Before he died, he used his treasure purple ribbon fairy clothes to wrap the innate killing and cutting treasure of the Immortal Killing Sword, and tried his best to delay the five declines of heaven and man, and preserve a trace of the Immortal Killing Sword.

    It never occurred to me that this Immortal Slaying Sword would fall into Lin Baixuan's hands just like that.

    He was overjoyed to get this Immortal Slaying Sword.  Turning Taihua Mountain upside down again to confirm that there was nothing missing, then happily holding the Slaying Immortal Sword, returned to the grave of Luanhungang.

    At almost the same moment, a figure walking in embarrassment suddenly appeared on the endless snowy wilderness in Yangshi.

    This man was about thirty years old, with a simple and honest appearance, but with a firm expression, he walked forward step by step.

    He was hunched over, gasping for breath rapidly, with dozens of wounds on his body bleeding at the same time, looking extremely oozing.

    The blood dripped down, but there was no trace of blood left on the ground.

    There is snow that is more than a foot deep, and there is not a single footprint along the way!

    Look at this middle-aged man again, he walks without touching the ground, he is actually a ghost!

    "If you keep the green hills, you don't have to worry about no firewood. My grievances have not been cleared yet, and this heart will not die. I must continue to sue! Until the grievances are cleared"

    Seeing that the weather was suddenly cold, the lead cloud was low pressure, and the cold wind gradually became bitter.  Not long after, the road was already full of wind and snow.

    He gritted his teeth and continued to trek on the road with difficulty.

    "Xi Fangping, where are you going?" With a loud shout, Qiongyu scattered in the snow field.

    It was snowing heavily, and a tall and thin servant blocked the way, with his hands behind his back, he stood proudly like a javelin, and shouted coldly: "Yan Jun suspects that you will not go back, and you will seek someone to sue, it seems that it is so."

    At the same time, more than ten figures flew over from all directions, surrounding the middle-aged man.

    One of the ghost soldiers shouted: "You cunning bastard, you complained over and over again, causing the old men to run back and forth, half dead from exhaustion. If you dare to do this again, I will put you in the stone mill hell and grind you into fine powder!  Teach you to eat well and suffer!"

    The middle-aged man named Xi Fangping showed no fear at all, and shouted sharply: "I have already endured the punishment of chopping, hacking, and sawing! So what if I have to go through the stone grinding hell again? Could it be that King Yama can cover the sky with one hand?  Could it be that there is no reason in this majestic underworld?"

    After hearing Xi Fangping's righteous words, those ghost messengers did not dare to go forward, looked at each other a few times, and fell silent for a while.

    The Yincha who blocked the way hesitated for a moment, his tone slowed down a bit, and he said in a deep voice: "I'm not afraid to tell you. Your father was destined to die, and the rich man named Yang was the descendant of Yangzhi in the Northern Wei Dynasty. He was once a close friend of Yan Jun.  .Yan Jun misses old love??Therefore, it is reasonable to be slightly biased!  "

    After hearing what the errant said, Xi Fangping was silent for a while, and then he gritted his teeth and said: "Even if King Yama and that surnamed Yang are old, my father is honest, why do you bully him like this?"

    "Bullying?" The errant sneered, "Although your father suffered a lot in the underworld, Yan Jun paid you back ten times. If it were you who suffered, but gave your father ten times the repayment, you  Willing or not?"

    "Of course I" Xi Fangping was about to speak, but stopped, and said angrily, "That's all! I'm leaving now!"

    These ghost soldiers and ghost messengers also relaxed a little, escorting the ghost to walk in another direction.

    The crowd walked for a long time, until night fell, and suddenly saw a village not far ahead.

    The leader of the errand smiled and said: "Xi Fangping, you must be tired after walking for so long, why don't you just rest in that village for a while, okay?"

    Xi Fangping was seriously injured, and he was indeed physically and mentally exhausted. After hesitating for a moment, he agreed.

    Seeing that the door of a house was ajar, all the messengers instructed Xi Fangping to sit down on the threshold.

    After resting for a while, Xi Fangping recalled that his old father was still suffering in the underworld. He couldn't help sighing, and said with a wry smile: "Now my father is still being tortured in the prison of the underworld. I can only watch with my own eyes, but I can't help. I am really a son of man  "

    The two servants looked at each other, and pushed him into the door while he was not on guard.

    Xi Fangping was caught off guard and fell straight into the door, only to see a streak of black air go straight into the courtyard.  Immediately afterwards, there was a cry of a baby in the inner courtyard.

    All the ghost soldiers were overjoyed, and said with a smile: "This troublesome guy has finally been reincarnated, and I think he won't bother Yan Jun again. Congratulations!"

    Seeing the ghosts leaving one after another, a black figure slowly emerged not far away. He was born with handsome features, but there was a bit of ferocity in his eyes.

    Looking at the backs of the Yin soldiers, he sneered and said to himself: "A bunch of idiots, Xi Fangping is so stubborn, how could he be tricked so easily by you? Within three days, he will definitely seek death! Once he dies, we can  Let's do it" (Remember this website URL: www.hlnovel.com
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