Chapter 607 The Fifth Palace Lord

Vaguely.

As the little man covered in gold was taken out of the long river of time by the mysterious man who claimed to be the master of Liu Village.

Emperor Yan felt that the scene in front of him had changed dramatically in an instant.

The originally thick and rolling black fog disappeared in an instant, replaced by a vast whiteness like falling snow.

Looking around, except for the pure and flawless white, there was no other color.

The sky was no longer blue, the clouds were no longer white, and even the afterglow of the sunset was swallowed up, no longer sprinkling golden warmth, everything disappeared in this colorless world.

In a trance, between the rolling white light, he saw a huge portal that supported the sky.

The stone gate was majestic and towering into the clouds, as if it was a huge natural barrier standing between heaven and earth.

On the arched stone gate, three huge black characters were engraved like iron paintings and silver hooks: Ghost Gate.

It was extremely majestic, as if there was some unspeakable power behind these three words.

Transcend everything, and stand above all living beings.

As he watched.

The three words seemed to come alive, as if they were slowly awakening in the seal, emitting a strange and mysterious aura.

It was no longer a simple arrangement of characters, but seemed to have life, starting to wriggle, twist, and even jump in the air.

But at the same time, there was a rolling cold air that was more piercing than the frost whip that blew over in the bitter winter.

And then...

There was nothing else.

Because as the dazzling light in the sky reached its peak, his eyes went black and he lost his intuition.

But before he completely lost all his perception.

A figure dressed in white snow came into his eyes through all the illusions.

It was particularly dazzling.

Like a splash-ink landscape painting, his figure seemed to be a mountain standing in the sky, majestic and steep.

It was like a true emperor who transcended everything.

Unrivaled, with a majestic figure, he seemed to be the only ruler between heaven and earth, able to see through thousands of stars and everything in the world.

In front of him, everything was eclipsed.

Even He couldn't help but breathe quickly before losing his self-consciousness, feeling incomparable oppression.

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Every step Jiang Huai took seemed to cause the trembling of heaven and earth, stirring the air flow and shifting the stars.

The ancient bluestone road was like a kite with a broken string, quickly retreating in the field of vision.

To be honest.

It was much faster to go back than to come.

In addition, he deliberately hurried on the road.

Soon, the ancient road completely disappeared from sight.

The heavy dam reappeared in sight, spreading from an unknown distance, like an ancient continent across.

Coming here, naturally there is no need to hurry step by step.

He immediately moved his mind, and his figure suddenly disappeared on the long dam.

When he reappeared, he had already arrived at the starting point of the dam.

Looking back from here, there is a boundless sea.

It is vast and boundless, with surging waves.

Jiang Huai stood on the embankment and looked back. The mist between black and gray swept over the sea, covering everything.

In the rolling mist, everything seemed to become illusory.

He sighed, feeling a little disappointed for some reason, as if something was missing?

It was like a beautiful woman in silk gauze, revealing her spring light between her frowns and smiles, with a feeling of half-covering her face with a lute, which was the most tempting time. But if she really took off her clothes, it would be meaningless.

However, this idea was quickly thrown behind Jiang Huai's mind, and then a smile appeared on his face.

Although he didn't find anything useful in the dark heaven, the harvest from this trip was definitely not small.

First, he found out the content of the noise.

Secondly, and most importantly, he gained a trace of the remaining soul of the quasi-emperor.

To be honest, Jiang Huai didn't expect that Brother Footprint still had a trace of self-conscious soul wandering here in the ancient road.

After all, there was no relevant content in the original text.

Now it seems that it is not his fault.

The biggest possibility is that Shi Hao arrived here too late. The remaining consciousness of Emperor Yan has already spanned an unimaginable long time, and now it is already a strong bow.

Fortunately.

Relying on the great power of the emperor realm, transcending cause and effect, he forcibly brought out a corner of Emperor Yan's incomplete consciousness.

At that time, with the help of his own power and many immortal elixirs, Jiang Huai is confident that he can completely consolidate the other party's soul.

Once the soul is consolidated, let's not talk about how much it will recover, but the other party can at least be like the Lord of the Forbidden Zone, without having to worry about the problem that he may dissipate at any time.

So... then convert it into your own believer.

Harvest some experience points.

Then...

Send it directly to the underworld.

Yes.

The reason why Jiang Huai went to such trouble and cut off a thread from the long river of time was mainly because he wanted to send Brother Footprint to the underworld.

The underworld has been built for quite some time, but at present, except for the old man, it can be said that it is like a commander without troops.

But there is nothing to be done about it.

There is no shortage of dead souls.

Not to mention in turbulent times.

Even in peacetime, people will die and there will be some darkness.

At that time, as long as he connects the Netherworld with the Three Thousand Avenues and blesses the causal Qi power, after it is officially opened, there will naturally be a steady stream of dead souls entering the cycle.

What worries Jiang Huai is the officials who maintain the operation of the Netherworld.

There are too few.

It can be said that there are too few.

They cannot be selected internally, and can only appear randomly.

There is only one person in total, and he is not responsible for the soul-collecting and soul-guiding, so he is not used for the time being.

It is precisely for this reason.

So Jiang Huai has not really opened the Netherworld until now.

After all, once it is opened, if there are not enough people to operate it, the ghost gate will be full of dead souls.

There is no distinction between the six paths, no way back, and chaos on top of chaos.

Because with the opening of the Netherworld, at that time, there will be a path of ghost cultivation in the cultivation path.

It is different from the kind of strong people whose souls can fight again after death.

The latter relies on the strength of their own strength, and the physical body is just a shell.

But the former is a real way of cultivation.

Even an ordinary old man can practice, and there is no such thing as old age and weak energy, or too serious deficiency of qi and blood.

For ghost cultivation, the emphasis on talent will change again.

The Netherworld is originally a huge world, and its area is not inferior to the sea of ​​​​boundaries.

Reality stands on the earth,

The Netherworld flows under the Yellow Spring.

If there are not enough people and control, there will be many strange things of ghosts and monsters in the real world.

Commonly known as haunting.

Jiang Huai can naturally manage it, but that does not conform to his original intention of creating the Netherworld.

He spent so much effort to build this platform, not just for his own enjoyment.

He can control the operation of the Netherworld from a macro perspective, but he can forget about doing everything himself.

The reason why he suddenly turned back was because a black gilded token suddenly appeared above the other party's head.

From the Netherworld.

The token is round, with smooth jade-like edges. In the center, a ferocious head with a green face and fangs is hollowed out. I don't know where it came from, but it is cold and oppressive, and more exquisite and advanced than the one of the old man.

It is engraved with gold-plated words that only Jiang Huai can see.

Even the words have become more advanced.

The old man's is pure black small words.

Position: The King of the Five Officials in the Fourth Palace

The King of the Five Officials in the Fourth Palace: In charge of the Great Hell, also known as the Hell of Peeling Blood Pond.

In addition, he controls sixteen small hells.

Anyone who resists paying taxes and rents, or cheats in transactions, will be thrown into this hell, and sentenced to suffer in a small prison. When the day is full, he will be sent to the Fifth Palace for inspection. Those who still do not repent will go to the lower purgatory.

Under his jurisdiction are the five officials, the fresh official prohibits killing, the water official prohibits stealing, the iron official prohibits adultery, the earth official prohibits two tongues, and the heaven official prohibits drinking.

The fourth king of hell, one of the ten kings of hell.

This position is not low.

Above him is the Emperor of Fengdu, and that's it.

I'm afraid that only those who have truly entered the realm of the Emperor can take on such a position.

Jiang Huai doesn't want to do that for the time being, although he is in a high position and has unimaginable power, and is considered the core of the entire underworld.

But to be honest, he really doesn't need such a high position for the time being. He can get a few Ten Kings of Hell, a few more people from the Reward and Punishment Department, and finally a few Ox-Headed Horse-Faced Demons and Yin Soldiers, and the underworld can be done.

Of course, not needing it doesn't mean that it can be done without.

In addition to the necessary buildings such as Ghost Gate, Naihe Bridge, and Huangquan Road, if you really want to become bigger and stronger, completely independent, and form your own underworld world, the endless purgatory, no position can be missing, especially for the highest authority.

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Putting away his chaotic thoughts, Jiang Huai strolled on the embankment. Every step he took would leave a footprint, but it would be erased instantly by him.

He didn't go back immediately.

After all, he has full authority over the dam. As long as he doesn't fall into the boundary sea, this place is no different from an ordinary dam river for him.

Of course, it doesn't matter even if he falls in.

This sea can't bear him.

If a little of the golden blood flowing in his body is spilled, it can boil this vast ocean directly.

Follow the dam.

Jiang Huai wants to see if the butcher and his group have found the ultimate ancient land.

There are not a few of them, and the weakest are all kings, and the strong ones have even reached the level of giants. If possible, they will naturally be pulled into the village. Although they don't know how long they have been wandering in the boundary sea, they have not lost their minds.

However, in the original work, the butcher and the master of the restricted area, although they have reached the level of the ultimate giant, are only a layer of window paper away from the birth of the glory of the quasi-emperor.

But it is this layer of window paper that they have exhausted their life's efforts, and even with the help of Emperor Huang Tian, ​​they have not succeeded.

I don't know if I can break the old rules under my guidance.

Jiang Huai found the butcher and his party on a volcano group in a magma rotten land.

Compared to the first time they met.

There were fewer people.

Some completely lost themselves, while others fell on the road. Most of those who were killed were in the realm of True Immortals, or Quasi-Immortal Kings.

Such strength is certainly impressive outside, but it is undoubtedly a bit dwarfed in the boundary sea. I don’t know why they also chose to enter this primitive land?

But it is undeniable that the big waves wash away the sand, wash away the dust, and wash away the lead. Those who survived are all the strongest among the strong.

The butcher and his party did not find the ultimate ancient land.

They followed the direction pointed by Jiang Huai, but the distance was too far, and they were still a little short.

The man closed his eyes and pondered for a while, but smiled after a moment.

His mind moved.

In front of him, in the endless ocean, a large island was shocked and roared at the same time. In the dark, it seemed that an imperceptible giant hand was carving this island and shaping it.

Then, in just a blink of an eye.

The island suddenly changed and turned into a majestic and immortal palace group, which was endless, magnificent, majestic and sacred, extremely dazzling, as if it was shining.

At the same time, a dam branch line crossed over, connecting the original island with the main road.

"There is no secret of breaking the king and becoming an emperor in the ultimate ancient land, but it is much more reliable to come here."

Jiang Huai seemed to be thinking, murmuring, like a mosquito talking to himself.

After doing all this, he searched the islands in the boundary sea again.

The harvest was even richer.

At least it is much richer than the Dark Heaven Court, and most of them are left by the King Realm. It is not cheap to use them to enrich the village's treasure house. It is just right.

…

The gray mist is more surging, like the sun setting and coming back.

After counting his gains, Jiang Huai reluctantly left here.

They have almost plundered everything.

In a short time, it is difficult to get anything else.

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On the way back to the King's City, Jiang Huai saw some people gathering towards the Liu Holy Land, obviously wanting to join the Liu Village while the Liu Village was recruiting disciples.

There were a few people who made him look at them a few more times.

He glanced at them.

A tall man as strong as a mountain suddenly came into view.

The man had a rough face, holding a heavy blade like a bone-chopping knife in his hand, and the divine blood in his body was boiling, with a burning feeling.

The man had a fierce face and a burly figure, and no one dared to approach him.

It's pretty good. No one knows where he came from, or which sect he ran from secretly.

Another example is a fat man who looks like Cao Yusheng.

The fat man has a good relationship with the broadsword man in the village. His name is Zheng De. He is a great man of ancient virtue and has the cultivation of a quasi-supreme.

However, after the arrival of the Dharma Ending Age, even if the other party has reached the realm of quasi-supreme, he still suffered a huge backlash. Although he still looks wealthy, his temples are full of white frost and he looks indescribably vicissitudes.

Now he has actually recovered a lot. When he was in the Nine Heavens and Ten Earths, he almost died of old age on the spot when the Dharma Ending Age came.

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Liu Village.

It was nightfall.

The night was quiet and beautiful. The moonlight fell, covering the entire mountain village in silver and white, as if covered with a mysterious veil, like a poem or a painting.

"I have already asked."

After returning to the village, Jiang Huai first found the woman and said directly.

"Hmm?" Willow God was stunned. It was so sudden that he didn't understand what was going on.

"I went to the sea of ​​boundaries and saw your true form."

Jiang Huai smiled bitterly, then realized that his words were too sudden, and explained softly.

"How can I be so worthy of you to trouble you to go there in person!"

Hearing this, Willow God's eyes suddenly turned red, and he was so grateful that he couldn't express it in words.

"Sir... what did she say?"

After the two of them talked for a while, the woman talked about business and asked hurriedly.

"Nothing, she said that the noise was indeed transmitted to you by herself, but it was not controlled, so the noise didn't have any special meaning."