Song Qingling turned back with joy, her smile bloomed again, her clear eyes stared at Xu Ping in front of her, and she asked softly:
"Brother Xu, is there anything else?"
Xu Ping pondered for a moment and frowned slightly: "Go back quickly. After informing Ah Li about this, leave the inn quickly. We will meet here again."
Are you going to wait for me?!
When Song Qingling heard this, she narrowed her eyes happily: "Okay, I'll go quickly."
After saying that, she ran away like a little rabbit, like a wisp of smoke.
Looking at the beautiful silhouette going away, Xu Ping couldn't help but laugh, turned around and sat under the locust tree.
He took out the two Yinming fruit trees from the bottomless pit, called out a paper man, fed a Yinming fruit, stuffed the paper man back, and replaced it with another one.
Repeatedly.
He fed all the fruits from the two Yinming fruit trees to the thousands of paper figures he carried with him.
For Xu Ping, this thing is dispensable, and the improvement is really not that big.
But for paper figures, it is a good thing that nourishes the soul.
In the final analysis, the paper man is just a dead thing, but with the nourishment of the Yin Ming Fruit, Xu Ping can still achieve a simple consciousness by using the Yin energy to nourish the paper man.
How terrifying is a group of paper figures who can understand orders and form troops.
"There are still more than a dozen left. It seems that before leaving the underworld, I have to go to the Mountain of Ten Thousand Corpses." Xu Ping had no intention of gathering all the wool and pulling up two more trees. The impact would still be small.
His hands were busy and his mind was not idle either.
While using his own incarnation, he learned about the current situation on the side of the Song Emperor and the City King.
On the other hand, I was thinking about what happened after I went to the underworld.
Groups of Yin Soldiers and Evil Ghosts returned from more than half a step outside the city in a mighty and mighty manner, which seemed to be an extremely lively event.
The three incarnations followed the City King back to the underground building. The City King was not idle either, and began to make plans to deal with Zhong Kui's actions.
The first thing to bear the brunt is the inn. The existence of the inn is not a secret in the first place.
The City King and the Song Emperor had already mastered this information and had not taken action before. The first was because they were afraid of Zhong Kui's strength, and the second was that they needed to cooperate with Ksitigarbha Bodhisattva and wait for his order.
But this time it's different.
Ksitigarbha Bodhisattva has given the order to launch a full-scale offensive, so there is no longer anything to hesitate.
Moreover, the two Yan Juns secretly analyzed that even if Zhong Kui could kill Di Ting, it would cost him a lot and he might even suffer some injuries.
Now is the best time to launch an offensive.
In order to seize this opportunity, the plan was advanced a few days. If Zhong Kui could be killed, the mythical beast Ting Ting would die, and he would be able to explain to Ksitigarbha Bodhisattva.
The three avatars are bound to follow the City King.
Moreover, they were given an important task, which was to defend the retreat from the inn, and launch an offensive from the front, led by the City King and Song Emperor.
After getting rid of the inn first, then use all kinds of coercion and inducement to those ghosts who are not loyal to you within half a step.
There is only one purpose, and all ghosts who are more than half a step away must choose a team.
"If their plan succeeds, they will completely become the opponent's soldier factory in less than half a step. They have to find a way to do this..."
Xu Ping carefully analyzed the current situation and his eyes suddenly lit up.
Since the City King has decided to go out in force, the family must be extremely weak. Isn't this a great opportunity to save Judge Cui Yu?
As soon as he thought about this, Xu Ping did not hesitate, directly spread out his body, and quickly rushed over there.
at this time.
The City King is gathering people on the ground floor, preparing to go to the inn.
Xu Ping's three incarnations each disguised themselves and stood at the front, while behind them stood the evil ghosts with no end in sight.
Facing the crowd of evil ghosts, the City King looked solemn and shouted loudly: "Everyone, today is a great opportunity that only comes once in a lifetime. As the saying goes, princes and generals will be in harmony with each other. The underworld is under the jurisdiction of King Yama.
It is gradually collapsing, causing thousands of ghosts to complain. Some even wait for hundreds of years and are unable to reincarnate normally. You say..."
"Should we crusade and demand justice?"
"Justice!"
"Justice!"
"..."
The Yin soldiers and demons shouted loudly, holding various weapons in their hands and raising them high in the air.
The roar shook the sky, and through the amplification array arranged by the City King, it reached every corner more than half a step away.
After destroying the inn, he conducted a carpet-like search of Ban Buduo, and he targeted all the ghosts.
Basically, they are all poor ghosts who wait day and night and cannot be reincarnated.
Therefore, these ghosts have long been unable to endure these long years. Now, there are still many ghosts standing there outside the underground building, shouting loudly.
"Justice!"
"Justice!"
"..."
Xu Ping stood in the corner, looking at the ghosts in front of him, feeling extremely sad in his heart.
From the beginning to the end, these ghosts are leek people. No matter how loud they roar, they are just tools for Ksitigarbha Bodhisattva and these kings of hell to seek their own interests.
If you are lucky enough to survive after this riot, there are only two endings.
If you are lucky, you can reincarnate.
Those who are unlucky will have eighteen levels of hell waiting for them.
Killing the donkey is absolutely unavoidable. Ksitigarbha Bodhisattva will never allow it. There are still so many ghosts existing in the underworld.
And those who are lucky enough to be appreciated may be able to get a little benefit, which is also flowing from the fingers of these high-level people in the underworld.
The group of ghosts in front of me started shouting loudly with excitement on their faces.
Not long after, the door to the underground building opened, and the city king was wearing a Confucian shirt and a turban, looking exactly like a scholar.
Behind him followed the three incarnations of Xu Ping.
The City King looked at the group of ghosts guarding outside the underground building, which was also as far as the eye could see, and raised his arms and shouted again.
"Prince and General Xiang Ning has the guts!"
"Everyone, follow me."
"The door to a brave new world is waiting for you."
After saying that, he took the lead and rushed towards the inn. The ghosts around him were affected by their emotions and followed him one after another.
From inside the underground building, waves of evil spirits also rushed out.
These are all people who have the Tao in their bodies. They cannot stand on the ground, so they fly in the air. Wherever they look, they see a vast expanse of ghosts and ghosts.
"Hey, don't you follow this little brother?"
A voice suddenly came from behind Xu Ping. He turned around in surprise and saw an old white-haired man sitting on the wall next to him, sipping the wine from the gourd.
Xu Ping couldn't help but feel a little amused when he saw him so leisurely and contented: "Why should I do it?"
"Get promoted, get rich, live forever, isn't that what people in the world know and think, whether they are alive or dead?" the white-haired old man said softly.
Xu Ping asked, "Then why don't you go?"
The white-haired old man said: "I am already a long time old, so I won't join in the fun with you young people. If I stay here and wait slowly, I can always get a chance to be reincarnated."
Xu Ping chuckled: "Then you can see clearly."
"This is not called being open-minded, but I am calling it wise." The white-haired old man was not modest at all. He pointed at his head and said proudly.
"Their ghosts don't even look like ghosts. Hey, how about we guess how many of them can come back alive?"
The white-haired old man stood up and seemed quite interested in this bet.
Xu Ping shook his head: "This is a meaningless bet. If possible, I would like to bet with you on when this riot will end."
"oh……"
"Then you should tell me."
Xu Ping thought for a moment and said, "Ten days."
"Heh~~"
"Those who haven't drunk will get drunk first."
The white-haired old man took a sip of the wine and said with disdain. He shook the wine gourd in his hand, handed it out, and motioned to Xu Ping, "How about I give you two sips?"
You're all done drinking...
Xu Ping's hearing was very good and he didn't hear the sound of wine sloshing in the gourd. He shook his head: "Old man, just wait and see. I just don't know what the stakes are in our bet?"
Hearing this, the white-haired old man smiled faintly: "Why don't we make a bigger bet..."
"Bet on the survival of this underworld!"
Xu Ping's eyes narrowed and he looked up and down at the white-haired old man in front of him.
Ordinary, very ordinary.
Her white hair is scattered around her temples, her face is wrinkled, her clothes are ragged, her feet covered in mud are still exposed, and her trousers are in tatters.
But such an old man actually said that he would bet on the survival of the underworld with himself.
Xu Ping frowned and asked, "Who are you?"
The white-haired old man hung the empty wine gourd on his waist, laughed and walked towards the distance. He took one step and disappeared.
The laughter is far away, even though the figure is no longer there, the hearty laughter still seems to echo in the ears.
"I am who I am!"
"The underworld is me, and I am the underworld."
…
Have you met an expert?!
Xu Ping looked at the place where the white-haired old man disappeared and guessed his identity.
Anyone who dares to say that he can represent the underworld must be inextricably related to the underworld.
Who is it?
With such doubts, Xu Ping entered the underground building, planning to ask Zhong Kui again when he met him in the future.
"Xu Zhi, why are you back again?"
After entering the underground building, a group of Yin soldiers came running down the eighteen-story building and looked at Xu Ping strangely.
Xu Ping had already thought of his words: "The City King is afraid that someone will take this opportunity to come to rescue the man named Cui on the fourth floor, so he asked me to come back and take strict precautions."
Unexpectedly, as soon as these words came out, all the Yin soldiers looked at each other and suddenly started to attack.
Seven or eight three-pronged forks stabbed at him, but Xu Ping reacted quickly enough and raised his hand to block the attack.
"Why are you doing this?"
"That person surnamed Cui has obviously been moved by the adults, but you say he is still on the fourth floor. Who are you?"
Depend on!
Xu Ping cursed secretly, this was something he never expected.
It turned out that when he and the three incarnations were fighting against the divine beast Diting more than half a step outside the city, the City King had already changed the position where Cui Yu was imprisoned.
After coming back, he quickly gathered the Yin soldiers and evil spirits, so Xu Ping didn't know about it.
Only then was he exposed in front of a group of Yin soldiers.
"I'm Daddy!"
Xu Ping exerted force with both hands and threw the seven or eight Yin soldiers holding the steel fork at the other end directly into the air. When they landed on the ground, they had already turned into dust.
"Enemy attack!"
"Enemy attack!"
"..."
The leader of the Yin soldiers kept shouting in warning, but Xu Ping punched him in the heart, and his soul was gone.
Just as he was about to step forward, countless evil spirits ran out from the center of the eighteen-story wooden building like locusts.
There are so many more!
Xu Ping was taken aback. He didn't expect that there were so many evil spirits guarding the underground building.
The one who rushed at the front was a tall evil ghost. He held a steel fork in his left hand and a ghost-headed sword in his right hand. His momentum was terrifying.
Xu Ping knew that this was the ghost king, the leader of the ghost soldiers.
In terms of status alone, it is similar to Black and White Impermanence, but in fact it is far inferior. There are many ghosts in the underworld, while Black and White Impermanence only have two.
Tao Xing is also slightly worse than Black and White Impermanence.
Not difficult to deal with!
All Xu Ping needed was time. He pulled out the willow sword from the bottomless pit, advanced instead of retreating, and rushed directly into the circle surrounded by evil ghosts in front of him.
The leading ghost king obviously did not expect Xu Ping to be so brave. He took up his stance and planned to lead the thousands of evil ghosts under him...
Just as he was halfway through his thoughts, a dazzling blue light bloomed in front of him, like a blooming blue lotus, blocking his sight.
Immediately afterwards, he felt as if something sharp broke through his huge ghost body, and then his whole body collapsed to the ground.
The steel fork and ghost-head knife in his hand fell to the ground with a crisp sound.
This was also the last sound he heard before disappearing into ashes.
And those thousands of evil ghosts were also dumbfounded. The leader planned to put up a posture, but just after halfway through the posture, he himself disappeared.
this……
Looking at Xu Ping who casually killed the Ghost King with one sword, all the evil ghosts suddenly felt a shadow cast over their hearts.
Xu Ping didn't even look at them, and directly summoned thousands of paper figures from the bottomless pit.
"whee……"
"Owner!"
"We will definitely complete the master's mission."
The colorful and gaudy paper figures emitted weird laughter, and at the same time, some spoke in extremely terrifying tones.
As soon as these paper figures appeared on the field, Xu Ping directly issued an order, and all the paper figures rushed towards the evil ghosts outside the underground building.
Paper man vs. evil spirit.
Under the entanglement of thousands of paper figures, these evil spirits had no chance to get close to Xu Ping.
Even without these paper figures, the strength Xu Ping showed just now made them feel terrified.
Xu Ping directly passed over the battle situation and scanned the wooden building with his spiritual consciousness. He found that Judge Cui Yu, who was originally on the fourth floor, had now been moved underground to the secret room where he had been waiting before.
A tree vine hangs from the top of the head, hanging Cui Yu in the air, with his feet not touching the ground, and the surroundings are dark.
In the darkness, Xu Ping's eyes shimmered and he walked directly in. Judge Cui Yu, who was hanging in the air, heard footsteps approaching from far away.
It wasn't until he saw Xu Ping coming over easily that he was stunned for a moment before speaking: "I didn't expect you to come so soon."
When he heard the cry of killing coming from outside, Cui Yu already knew that someone must have come to rescue him.
Xu Ping glanced at Judge Cui in the air and said directly: "If those large numbers of evil ghosts come back, I can't guarantee that I can save you."