At the end of the main hall, there are ninety-nine steps, and above the steps is a huge chariot.
Li Xiang, dressed in black robes, sat among them, and the majesty of Emperor Yin was fully revealed.
Under the throne of the Emperor, the ghost emperors of the five directions, Yama of the ten palaces, Ksitigarbha Bodhisattva, and various Yin gods are located on both sides in sequence.
You can feel the terrifying aura of these ghosts from a distance.
While the old Dragon King was horrified, he also discovered that there was another person standing in the shadow next to the chariot.
The man was in the shadow, and his appearance could not be seen clearly, just like a shadow.
But judging from the outline, it should be a boy holding a sword.
The old Dragon King was confused, and his pupils turned golden. He looked at it carefully, but was shocked to find that even his golden pupils could not see the shadow clearly.
The little boy holding the sword was like a shadow, erratic.
The demon stood in the shadow next to the chariot, looking down at the old dragon, somewhat displeased.
"I will always find an opportunity to deal with you, this old worm."
The demon was thinking this, and caught a glimpse of Li Xiang tapping his finger on the armrest of the chariot. He quickly walked out of the shadow, took a few steps forward, and said loudly: "Lu Xiufu, come forward."
The sound echoed in the hall, giving people an irresistible feeling.
The old Dragon King looked at the little boy, and his golden eyes suddenly trembled.
"Sprite?!"
Among the many great kings of the Demon Alliance, the fighting power of the demon can be ranked in the top ten.
But at this moment, it is not fighting on the front line with the war gods of the country, but it has come to this ghost town of Fengdu and become Li Xiang's sword-holding boy!
"This guy rebelled?!"
Lu Xiufu straightened his clothes and was about to step forward when he found that the young master Zhao Bing was holding his hand nervously. He turned around, patted the back of Zhao Bing's hand and said softly, "No need to worry."
Zhao Bing hesitated for a moment and then let go.
Although he has been dead for a thousand years, Zhao Bing's mental age is still only seven years old.
In this terrifying hall full of ghosts and spirits, Zhao Bing felt like a little lamb that had broken into a pride of lions, and his soul was trembling with fear.
Lu Xiufu stepped forward step by step, feeling tremendous pressure.
The Yin God has a natural repressive power over ghosts.
Although he is already at the level of Ghost King, in front of these authentic Yin gods on both sides of the hall, Lu Xiufu, the "Ghost King", is still a bit unsatisfied.
By the time he finally reached the steps, his soul was about to collapse.
Lu Xiufu didn't know the rules of the Netherworld, but he didn't take the liberty to raise his head to see Yin Tianzi on the chariot. Instead, he put his hands in front of him, lowered his head, and looked at his feet.
Extremely humble and respectful.
In my ears, I heard the sound of a monster.
"The deceased Lu Xiufu, for his meritorious service in conquering the demon clan, conferred the title of Zhongwu General Yin Si Zhengshen, commanding 500,000 Yin soldiers to guard the ghost city of Fengdu."
Lu Xiufu was startled and quickly bowed down.
There was a strong Yin Qi that penetrated into the center of his eyebrows and turned into dark black Yin Divine Marks.
In Lu Xiufu's soul, the miscellaneous ghost energy composed of the remaining national fortune, evil spirit, and awe-inspiring energy of the Southern Song Dynasty disappeared, and was replaced by pure Yin Qi.
He could feel that his strength had expanded several times.
A messenger came forward carrying the general's armor and saber, and served Lu Xiufu dressed neatly.
Another person came forward, holding a golden tray. On the tray, there was a ghost-faced tiger talisman.
Lu Xiufu took the tiger talisman, bowed and stepped down, and came to stand in the empty seat behind the Five Directions Ghost Emperor.
Standing on the left side of the main hall, the Ten Palaces of Hell, as well as many Yin gods, assist the Yin Emperor in managing hundreds of millions of Yin souls, just like the civil servants of the human dynasty.
On the right are the five ghost emperors who suppress the five realms of the Netherworld and are responsible for external conquests. As the newly promoted loyal general Yin Si Zhengshen, Lu Xiufu should stand in this column.
The demon said again: "The deceased Zhao Bing comes forward."
Seven-year-old Zhao Bing shivered and staggered to the front of the steps.
The demon's voice rang out, "Although you are the king of a subjugated country, you have no merits or demerits. I think you have suffered for thousands of years, and Emperor Yin has given me grace. You can be reborn in reincarnation, or you can stay in Fengdu and make your own choices."
Zhao Bing subconsciously turned around and looked at Lu Xiufu, only to find that the latter just nodded slightly to him, indicating his choice.
Zhao Bing gritted his teeth and hesitated for a while before he said, "I... I want to see the current Kyushu."
The monster said: "Yes."
After the words fell, the Gate of Reincarnation appeared in the main hall.
The Chakravartin King of the Tenth Hall frowned slightly, but did not speak.
According to convention, before a soul enters reincarnation, it must first pass a trial. However, those who are reincarnated must drink Meng Po soup and forget the memories of their previous lives before they can enter the reincarnation.
At this moment, the door of reincarnation opened in front of Zhao Bing, who did not agree with the process.
King Lun Luan raised his head, glanced at Yin Tianzi on the tall chariot, and said secretly, Your Majesty really treated this little emperor of the ancient Song Dynasty very well.
Zhao Bing turned his head, looked at Lu Xiufu reluctantly, wiped his tears, and walked into the door of reincarnation with his longing for a better life in the future.
Almost at the same moment.
Kyushu, Kyoto City Second Army Hospital delivery room.
"It's born! It's born!"
The nurse wrapped the wet baby in swaddling clothes, but found that the little guy didn't cry. Instead, he opened his eyes wide and stared at her with a smile.
In the main hall of Fengdu Ghost City.
Li Xiang waved his hand.
The demon raised his voice and said: "Dismiss the court!"
Many Yin gods bowed to Li Xiang, then turned around and walked out of the hall one by one.
The old Dragon King was a little dazed.
He originally wanted to participate in the Conferring Gods Conference through Lu Xiufu's recommendation and look for an opportunity to obtain the body of a true dragon.
But unexpectedly, he was taken to the ghost town of Fengdu, where he saw a ghost king with his own eyes and was named the Yin God.
He's not dead yet, but he doesn't want to stay in this netherworld.
Just when he thought he could see Li Xiang, the court meeting in the Netherworld actually broke up.
But at this moment, Li Xiang spoke, "Old Long, come in."
The Yin gods who walked out looked at the old Dragon King in surprise.
When the Tenth Palace Hell King walked past the Old Dragon King, a series of cold and majestic divine thoughts locked him, making the Old Dragon King feel like he was facing a formidable enemy.
Although the ten-point Hell King's realm combat power is not as good as that of the Old Dragon King, there are countless Yin Qi available in this ghost city and the underworld, and the Old Dragon King is suppressed. Under the circumstances of one ebb and flow, the Hell Kings may not be the Old Dragon King's opponents.
As for the five-party ghost emperors who have stronger combat power, they can completely suppress them.
The old Dragon King who dominated the East China Sea actually felt weak and helpless in front of these Yin gods.
When many ghosts leave.
Ksitigarbha Bodhisattva sat on Titing's back and passed by the old Dragon King.
Di Ting stretched out her head, sniffed the old Dragon King, and said, "It's the smell of the Dragon King of the East China Sea. This throwback to one's ancestors is really magical."
The old Dragon King felt like he was facing a formidable enemy.
Ksitigarbha Bodhisattva clasped his hands together and said, "Listen carefully, this is the Emperor's guest, don't be rude."
Di Ting said disdainfully, "With only the blood of a true dragon, but no body of a true dragon, he is at best a half-baked dragon. How can he be qualified to be the guest of Emperor Yin?"
Ksitigarbha Bodhisattva shook his head, "Not all guests are guests."
After saying this, Ksitigarbha Bodhisattva nodded slightly to the old Dragon King and left the hall on his back.
As Ksitigarbha and the many Yin gods left, the old Dragon King breathed out a sigh of relief.
These evil spirits put too much pressure on him.
The power of the Netherworld has actually increased so rapidly.
I'm afraid that it won't be long before they will crush the Demon Alliance and the Kyushu Human Race.
"It seems like it would be good to be a Yin Si Shen in this Fengdu Ghost City?"
The old Dragon King hurriedly shook his head, as if to get rid of this terrible idea from his mind.
He wants to obtain the body of a true dragon, not only for himself, but also for the continuation and growth of the dragon clan.
Since ancient times, the number of dragons has been small. The world has entered the ancestral era for a hundred years, and only six dragon bloodlines have appeared in Kyushu.
He also married a white dragon from the South China Sea, but none of the ten children he gave birth to looked like dragons at all.
Therefore, the old Dragon King decided to attend the God Conferring Conference.
"Ahem!"
Just as thoughts were swirling, a ghostly coughing sound could be heard in the hall.
The old Dragon King hurriedly gathered his thoughts, walked through the hall, came to the foot of the steps, cupped his hands and said: "I've seen Li... uh, see Yin Tianzi!"
