"I've met Empress Houtu."

Ying Zheng looked at the woman in front of him and took the initiative to salute him without being humble or arrogant.

Hou Tu also took the initiative to take charge of the gift.

"I've met fellow Taoist Ying Zheng."

"You are an authentic saint, and you have no need for so much courtesy."

Ying Zheng waved his hand.

"The Empress takes the initiative to sacrifice everything for the prehistoric creatures and transforms into the six realms of reincarnation."

“All living beings deserve your favor.”

To be honest, Houtu is the person Ying Zheng admires the most besides his master.

No matter what the creatures do, they do for themselves.

Even the Three Sovereigns and Five Emperors are just for the human race.

But Houtu is different.

She is truly boundless.

In order to give all living beings a chance to reincarnate.

Take the initiative to choose to sacrifice yourself and turn into the six realms of reincarnation.

It is not divided into race, strength or weakness at all, and even the enemy demon race protects it together.

This kind of existence is far greater than the so-called saint of heaven.

"This time I invite fellow Taoists to come, I have something to ask for."

Hou Tu waved his hand as he spoke.

In an instant, eleven huge totems appeared in front of the two of them.

Looking at it was a totem, Houtu's expression suddenly became extremely complicated.

There is nostalgia, expectation, and self-blame and guilt.

Ying Zheng also saw the eleven totems and immediately recognized the origin of the totem.

It is the totem of the eleven ancestor witches of the Witch Clan!

As a saint, how could he not understand what Houtu means?

"Fellow Taoist Houtu doesn't need to say much."

"I will definitely help you!"

Ying Zheng stretched out his hand.

Suddenly, twelve golden lights lit up in the void, and the twelve golden lights appeared in the nineteenth level of hell.

Suddenly.

The world was shaking, and various strange changes occurred in the entire nineteenth level hell.

The strong wind roared, and lightning and thunder were roaring in the sky.

Another flame is rising and the water is spreading, and flowers, plants and trees are growing rapidly.

All kinds of mysterious strange phenomena have emerged one after another.

The twelve golden men lit up a golden light, and the eleven totems suddenly vibrated.

"Fellow Daoist Houtu, take action!"

Ying Zheng shouted loudly.

Hou Tu nodded with a very serious expression.

A wonderful wave suddenly appeared on her body, as if it was integrated and connected with the eleven totems.

Eleven totems soared into the sky and flew directly to the Jin Man.

Boom!

In an instant, the totem merged into the golden man.

A mysterious power overflowed.

The light on the golden man suddenly began to shrink and expand, as if he was breathing.

Houtu's face became even more serious.

He quickly waved his hands and grabbed the void, injecting them into the eleven golden men.

Ying Zheng was not idle either, and took the initiative to control the Jin people to cooperate with Houtu.

Gradually.

A special fluctuation suddenly appeared on the golden man.

It is the fluctuation of the soul!

"Success!"

Ying Zheng was overjoyed and knew that his mission had been completed.

Hou Tu was extremely excited at this time, and his eyes glanced at the eleven golden men in front of him, and tears flashed faintly.

"Dear brothers, little sisters!"

"You are finally back!"

Eleven golden men all have soul fluctuations and aura of life.

Ying Zheng’s twelve golden men were originally made by collecting the power of the ancestor witches.

Now, the eleven ancestor witch totems preserved by Houtu are added.

It is equivalent to reshaping the body of the eleven ancestor witches and resurrecting them!

Since seeing Ying Zheng’s Twelve Jin people, Houtu has this idea.

It wasn't until now that I finally got the opportunity!

Houtu was overjoyed.

She didn't expect that it would succeed so smoothly!

She could clearly feel that the eleven ancestor witches were resurrecting from those golden men.

And there is a soul!

The Witch Clan was born from Pangu's bloodline.

He has an extremely strong body, but has no soul at all.

Houtu also gained his soul because he transformed into the six realms of reincarnation and gave him a glimmer of hope.

Unexpectedly, the other eleven ancestor witches also had souls.

Although I don't know whether this kind of thing is good or bad.

But Houtu was still extremely excited.

As long as the eleven ancestor witches can be resurrected, no matter what changes occur!

"Thank you for your help, I will never forget the kindness of fellow Taoists!"

Houtu paid tribute to Ying Zheng seriously.

Then he immediately summoned all the personnel in the underworld to announce a major event.

"Today, there is a big announcement."

"From today, Ying Zheng will be the lord of the underworld! He will take charge of everything in the underworld!"

As soon as this is said.

Everyone was shocked and couldn't believe what they heard.

"What!?"

When everyone saw Ying Zheng, they thought Houtu and Changsheng Palace had some cooperation.

But unexpectedly, she actually gave way to the Lord of Ying Zheng’s Underworld!

That's the lord of the underworld!

A transcendent existence!

Control the world of the dead and control the master of all living beings who reincarnate!

Even more noble than the Heavenly Emperor!

After all, monks can become immortals and achieve enlightenment and live freely in the world.

But few people can live forever!
To be continued...