The underworld is not known to the public, but the legend of the Palace of Hell has been passed down from generation to generation.
After a person dies, black and white impermanence will come to claim his life, drag his soul to the underworld, and be judged in the Hall of Hell.
The sinless soul is reincarnated.
There are evil spirits who go to hell.
If you have done great good deeds, you can join the Yin Division and be sent to Chenghuang Temples in various places to become a Yin God.
And all this is decided by King Yama.
Li Xiang nodded slightly, "I want to enter your palace for a visit. Please lead the way."
"Yam Luo accepts the order." King Yama turned sideways, got out of the way, and said respectfully, "The emperor invites you."
Li Xiang walked in front, with no expression on his face.
But in my heart, I despised the stormy waves.
The aura exuded from the body of King Yama is comparable to that of the Long-Eyebrow Immortal, Zhao Wuji and those fourth-level returnees.
Even more powerful than those people.
But when I thought about it again, I felt relieved.
Fourth-level atavists, those who return to their ancestors are gods.
And King Yama is a Yin god.
Both are of the same level.
However, the Long-Eyebrow Immortal and the others are atavisms after all, and their compatibility has not reached 100%, so they are not gods in the true sense.
But the King of Yama in front of him is a well-deserved god.
If it weren't for the aura of Yin Tianzi in his body, he would probably suppress him immediately.
and.
Along with King Yama, there were dozens of Yin gods and Yinzai.
The man at the head had a fierce face that made people afraid just to look at him.
He was holding a book with the three characters "Book of Life and Death" written on it, which was obviously Judge Cui of the Yinryu Division.
Next to Judge Cui, there are three other people, who should be the judges in charge of the Rewarding the Good Department, Punishing the Evil Department and Chacha Department.
These four judges are all Yin gods, but their level of strength is inferior to that of King Yama.
Behind them, there was also a group of ghost messengers, including bull heads and horse faces, Meng Po, Di Gong, and a group of ghost ghost generals.
Behind the ghost generals, there are thousands of Yin soldiers.
However, these people were all afraid of Li Xiang, crawling on the ground, and did not even dare to look up at Li Xiang's face.
Li Xiang didn't let them get up and walked directly in front of these people.
Yin Tianzi is a high-ranking being, so naturally he must have a majestic bearing.
As Li Xiang walked by, the thick fog in front of him naturally dispersed.
Gradually there was the sound of rushing water.
A river appears in front, with an arch bridge above it.
Here are the Wangchuan River and Naihe Bridge.
Li Xiang crossed the Naihe Bridge, and not far away, he saw a tall and majestic building.
There is a plaque with the three characters "The Hall of the King of Hell" written on it.
Majestic is majestic.
Just a little shabby.
The paint on the door is peeling off, the copper ring is rusty, and there are still spider webs hanging on the plaque "The Hall of the King of Hell".
Li Xiang frowned slightly, walked in with his hands behind his back.
King Yama felt Li Xiang's displeasure, his heart trembled, and he followed behind cautiously.
Li Xiang walked into the Palace of the King of Hell.
All I saw were tables, chairs and benches covered with dust, and torture instruments in tatters.
Li Xiang's majestic voice sounded, "What's going on?"
King Yama hurriedly bowed down and said, "Reporting to the Emperor, one thousand two hundred years ago, the energy of the underworld was exhausted. We had no magic power to support it and could not maintain the operation of the underworld."
"So, the lower official closed the entrance to the underworld and led all his men to sleep."
"A thousand years passed in a flash."
"To this day, I was awakened by the Emperor. Before I could clean up the ruined palace, I led my men to come to see the Emperor."
King Yama explained.
The anger on Li Xiang's face dissipated a little.
According to time calculation, it was the end of the Tang Dynasty and the last period of the age of cultivating immortals.
When the spiritual energy is exhausted, there will never be a single cultivator left.
The dissipation and depletion of spiritual energy not only affects heaven and earth, but also the underworld.
Since then, there have been no immortal cultivators in the world, and after death, people cannot enter the underworld and be reincarnated. They can only become lonely ghosts and gradually die away.
That’s why there were so many fantasy novels in the Song, Yuan, Ming and Qing dynasties.
During the prosperous Tang Dynasty, Li Bai said, "The white jade capital in the sky, five cities on the twelve floors, immortals caressing my head, tying my hair and receiving immortality", this grand and yearning scene has never appeared again.
The demise of the underworld and heaven is the reason.
Time flies.
Today, the world has entered an era of returning to its ancestors.
Characters from myths and legends return to time one after another.
History is like a circle. After thousands of years of development, it is now returning to the past era when immortals, humans, gods, demons, monsters and ghosts coexisted.
However, compared to the speed at which demons and monsters return to their ancestors, humans return to their ancestors so slowly that their strength lags far behind.
If you fall behind, you will be beaten.
This is an eternal truth.
What's even more frightening is that if you fail to win, you will face the danger of annihilation.
The entire human race will be completely wiped out.
Li Xiang didn't want to see this scene.
No one wants to see this scene.
Li Xiang subconsciously clenched his fists.
Feeling the change in his aura, King Yama next to him trembled again.
In his ancient memories, Yin Tianzi was by no means an easy being to get along with.
Although at this moment, the other party's aura is not strong.
However, he still didn't dare to have the slightest contempt.
Li Xiang gathered his thoughts.
He said calmly:
"You must first organize the manpower and rebuild the order of the underworld. At least, you must first let the Palace of Hell operate normally."
"As for the lack of Yin Qi..."
Li Xiang waved lightly.
The majestic and pure Yin Qi emanated from his body.
In an instant, the yin and energy in this world became thousands of times thicker.
King Yama felt like a spring breeze, and the wrinkles on his face relaxed.
Outside, the four great judges, black and white, impermanent, bull-headed and horse-faced, and even Meng Yi's yin soldiers and ghost generals, all felt this majestic and pure yin energy.
There is no need to guide them, their spiritual bodies are absorbed like crazy by the sea being thrown into the water.
The realm of strength is also rapidly improving.
This scene appeared in Li Xiang's eyes at a glance.
Yin Qi, formed by the condensation and transformation of Yin Qi, is the fundamental source of Yin spirit physical cultivation.
Just like spiritual energy to those who cultivate immortality.
And the Yin Tianzi was originally conceived and raised in Yin Qi.
Li Xiang returned to his ancestors as the Son of Heaven, and he had no shortage of things like Yin Qi.
Moreover, as the degree of compatibility becomes higher and higher, the amount of Yin Qi he can control will increase.
When the time comes, it is not impossible to summon the Ten Palaces of Yama, the Ghost Emperors of the Five Directions, and raise millions of Yin soldiers.
Li Xiang slowly stopped his hand.
King Yama, who had recovered 70% to 80% of his strength, prostrated himself again, his body trembling slightly: "Kowtow to thank the emperor for this gift!"
When he raised his head, Li Xiang had disappeared.
Outside the Palace of the King of Hell.
Li Xiang's voice sounded in Meng Yi's mind: "This place is very dark. You guys can rest here for the time being. If anything happens in the future, I will notify you separately."
Ten minutes later.
Li Xiang returned to the camp.
The greedy atavisms are still lazy and doing their own thing.
the next day.
Xuanwu Army Headquarters, conference room.
Qingqiu sat at the head of the broad conference table.
Below are the mid-level and senior generals of the Xuanwu Army.
The Xuanwu Army is the first legion of the Zhenbei Army and consists of six armies.
Including various combat units such as land, air, logistics and special operations.
A total of 230,000 people, including 40,000 first-level warriors, more than 7,000 second-level Qi refiners, and 900 third-level immortal cultivators.
Among the fourth-level returnees, in addition to General Qingqiu, there is also Lieutenant General Zhu Chongwu.
The meeting has lasted for almost an hour.
The generals were still arguing over who should attack the burial ground.
Qingqiu was so upset by the noise that he slapped the table and said angrily: "Shut up, everyone!"
