Looking at the Yinde Long Teeth Rice rooted in Yinde Xiangyun, Yan Fusheng couldn't help but feel a sense of unspeakable comfort. After returning from the world of Strange Stories from a Chinese Studio, he first entered the sandbank to save Xue Lian, conquered Jin Wuque, and added another strong man to the underworld. Then he returned to the underworld. Lu Ban refined the underworld embryo map and officially laid the foundation for the future of the underworld. Then he obtained the five-colored nine-sized wheat and transformed into the Yinde Long Teeth Rice, which is a treasure that has been related to the underworld for thousands of years.

One after another, it can be said that a happy event is coming.

One by one, one by one, is really exciting and is a joyful event that is extremely beneficial to the underworld.

"This batch of Ling Valley has matured. The fourth batch of Ling Valley is already the most ordinary Yinde Dragon Teeth Rice. The seeds planted in the future will be the same as it. They will not continue to weaken. Lord Ge, the matter of picking Yinde Dragon Teeth Rice is left to you. The harvested Yinde Dragon Teeth Rice is left behind. The others are divided into 100,000 pieces and planted into Yinde Xiangyun again, so that the number of Yinde Dragon Teeth Rice is greater and spread throughout the auspicious cloud. The rest are all used to cast underworld coins. The five thousand dragon Teeth Rice will be sent to the city lord's mansion, and the other ministers will each take some. From then on, our important officials in the underworld will take Long Teeth Rice every day. After the dragon Teeth Rice is accumulated enough in the future, not only will we take it, but all the ghosts in the underworld can also take it, especially the military souls must eat it every day. Our underworld is enemies. All the ministers should work together."

"The Blood Moon Realm will not be the end of my underworld. The heavens and all realms will be the limit of my underworld from time to time. The Thirty-Three Heavens Continent will one day spread the name of my underworld."

Yan Fusheng stepped on the sacrificial platform, raised his head and looked up at the sky. He looked at the void, and his eyes revealed a deep expression. The underworld was destined to move forward in countless battles and battles. The existence of the underworld is an alternative to the sentient beings in the world and those strong people standing above them at this moment. It is a threat to their interests. Now it is just the Blood Moon Realm, waiting until the future. It is the heavens and all realms, and the Thirty-Three Heavens Continent.

Not many great masters are willing to suddenly have a shackle on their heads, even if they can be free and easy. However, there are disciples and disciples under them, so they will naturally not be out of the situation. They will inevitably appear unnaturally on the opposite side of the underworld for various reasons. Just like the current Blood Moon Realm.

How many sects really want to see the rise of the underworld?

It is not an exaggeration to be enemies in the world.

Now, the underworld has Yinde Dragon Teeth Rice, a spiritual valley that can allow Yinde to be added and double its own cultivation speed in a short period of time. Once it is spread, it will definitely attract more attention, and the surrounding enemies will definitely become stronger and larger.

However, having Yindelong Yami is a shortcut to quickly strengthening the power of the earth.

How could Yan Fusheng be stingy in this regard? Once planting it in large quantities, he must allow all important forces in the underworld to eat dragon teeth rice every day to increase his strength.

"Your Majesty is wise!!"

Zhuge and others suddenly realized the profound meaning of Yan Fusheng's words, and they all secretly convinced them.

"Okay. Lu Ban, you immediately order the weapon refiner in the weapon casting hall to refine three main halls, one Zombie Hall, Jiang Pojun is the master of the Zombie Hall, one Immortal Hall, the master of the Hall is the Lady of the White Bone, and the Lord of the Hall is Jin Wuque. You are all important ministers in the underworld, and you can get close to each other. In the future, on the battlefield, you will be the best comrades at that time."

Yan Fusheng looked at Jiang Pojun and others without delay, and directly issued an order, and directly established Jiang Pojun and other identities in front of the monks in the underworld.

"Thank you His Highness the King of Hell to enfeoffment!!"

When Jiang Pojun and Mrs. Baigu heard this, they looked at each other and immediately bowed to thank them.

This worship means that they officially become ministers of the underworld and officially become members of the underworld.

"Hehe, Jin will definitely guard the treasures for His Highness, and will never let any treasure disappear from under Jin's nose. Whoever dares to touch the treasure house of the underworld, Jin will definitely turn him into Jinshu."

When Jin Wuque heard the enthronement, his two small eyes were so narrowed that they could not even see them. He gritted his teeth and showed his loyalty. An unspeakable charm emerged in his heart for Yan Fusheng's actions that he would do the same, as if he had the idea of ​​a soldier dying for his confidant.

"Okay, the first seven is about to pass. After the first seven, I will sit in the Hall of Yama to judge the good and evil of sentient beings before their lifetime. Military advisor Zhuge, you need to temporarily arrange the dispatch of this matter."

Yan Fusheng opened his mouth and ordered.

If you think about it carefully, it is not far from the first seventh.

Once the first seventh period of the past, all souls will return. At that time, good and evil will be judged. This is the responsibility of his king of hell. It is also a creation of gathering good deeds.

When Zhuge heard this, he looked confident and gently shook the feather fan in his hand, and smiled and said, "Your Majesty, please rest assured, I will make arrangements."

After hearing this, Yan Fusheng nodded, turned around and left with Xue Lian, and returned to the city lord's mansion.

First, he arranged a place to live for Xue Lian, and then he sent a ghost mission to bring the group of ghost monks stranded in the ghost valley into the underworld.

Time flies, and it has been seven days since the battle in the Tianqing Ghost Realm, which has led the dead souls in the Blood Moon Realm into the underworld, and let the dead souls return to the world of the world again. After meeting the last time of the relatives, it has been seven days since Yan Fusheng set the first seven rules. After the first seven, the dead souls can hardly return to the world of the world.

A large number of dead souls are constantly gathering in the underworld.

On this day, in Fengdu City.

I saw that in front of a dark and solemn hall, a team of military souls emitting iron blood and evil spirits guarded the surroundings, and the evil spirits emitted made no ghost tribe dare to approach easily.

Looking at the hall, there are ancient textures outlined, and huge black iron pillars stand up. On the pillars, lifelike dark dragons entrench them. The dragon eyes stare at all the creatures standing in front of the hall, conveying a kind of severity that shocks the soul. Around them, murals appear, with the murals engraved with a scene of evil ghosts suffering terrible punishment in purgatory.

Every scene can shock the mind.

All the ghosts standing in front of the hall naturally felt chilling, and their minds were cold and they felt bone-chilling.

Above the hall, a plaque was hung - Hall of Yama!!

On both sides of the hall, a couplet is engraved.

Let your power be powerful during your lifetime, and reward good and punish evil in the palace after death!!

Every word is like a blood-making.

The dark gate of the hall was like a terrible purgatory, so terrifying that it was so strict that it was so hard that it was trying to devour thousands of dead souls.

Click!!

With a burst of crisp footsteps, Yan Fusheng was wearing a black dragon robe, with a yellow spring crown on his head, and a dragon scale boot on his waist. He was wearing a dark dragon belt on his waist. He was powerful without anger on his body.

Behind him, Zhuge, Jin Wuque, Xue Lian, Jiang Pojun and other important officials from the underworld followed.

The footsteps stopped in front of the hall.

Yan Fusheng looked up at the strict murals in front of the King of Hell Palace, the terrifying couplet, and a cold look appeared in his eyes. He stopped slightly and immediately raised his foot and stepped into the hall.

In the hall, eighteen pillars stand tall, supporting the entire hall and setting off endless majesty.

A pitch-black dragon chaise stood up, and in front there was a cold desk table. Around, there were no seats except the dragon chaise, which seemed particularly meaningful.

Yan Fusheng stepped forward, came to the dragon throne, and sat upright on it.

The moment he sat down, the Senyan conveyed from the entire hall increased at an astonishing speed on the spot, as if there was a worldly god suddenly in the hall, which filled with infinite majesty.

Zhuge and others stood on both sides.

In the hall, there is a military soul standing, which makes it even more solemn and killing.

Yan Fusheng sat upright on the hall, and his will to control the life and death of sentient beings grew wildly in his body, without anger, and his power was imposing. The speed of the reincarnation Taoist sutra in his body seemed to surge in an instant.

Everything in the hall is completely reflected into the soul, and he is the supreme god.

"Bring the dead souls!!"

Yan Fusheng slowly spit out an imperial edict.

"Bring the dead souls!!"

The military soul beside him suddenly shouted.

The voice was instantly transmitted outside the hall.

At this moment, when Yan Fusheng sat upright on the Hall of Yama, he saw that the Yin and Yang realms, all the areas covered by the underworld's law net, suddenly conveyed a strange rhythm. Immediately, layers of divine light rippled out in the void like flowing water, like a huge mirror, inside, the entire Hall of Yama suddenly appeared.

Whether it is Yan Fusheng, Zhuge, military soul, etc., they are all lifelike and even the sound is clearly transmitted.

The stern aura that came to his face almost made countless underworld monks take a breath on the spot.

"This is, the Hall of Yama, Your Majesty is in charge of the Hall of Yama. This is to judge the good and evil of the dead souls before their lifetime. Does Your Majesty really want to reward good and punish evil, to support the righteous spirit of heaven and earth, and to share good and evil for all living beings."

Countless monks in the underworld couldn't help but exclaim.

And at this moment, in the world, it is the time when the bright moon hangs high.

In the void, layers of divine light rippled, and the picture in the Hall of Yama appeared at the same time. The picture could clearly see any creature in the area covered by the underworld's law net, and even hear any sounds transmitted inside. It could be seen clearly.

Immediately, countless people, countless creatures, birds and beasts in the world all looked at the void in horror.

"Look, what is that? The main hall, how could a hall appear in the void? The strict aura is so strong that I didn't know when I saw the palace. Look at the plaque above, it is - Hall of Yama!!"

Some people witnessed it and their faces turned pale and they exclaimed loudly.

"It's really the Hall of Yama. Look at the hall. The one sitting on it is the King of Yama. I know, that is the King of Yama. Is this the scene in the underworld? How could it appear in our living world?"

A scholar shouted in horror.

"Bring the dead souls!!"
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