The First Evil Emperor of Martial Arts

"You two, lead the way and follow it!"

After thinking for a moment, Yang Zheng opened his mouth, and at the same time, Dapeng's demon body changed back to a human form.

"what?"

"Are you a human or a demon?"

The two ghost kings were surprised when they saw Yang Zheng turning back into a human form.

"Zheng!"

Yang Zheng raised his right hand and waved the tiger's soul, which had changed back to its normal size. A cold light flashed, and the sword energy shot into the sky.

"It's right to lead the way in front. There are so many words, I'm not afraid that I will cut your tongues!"

Yang Zheng smiled coldly.

"Yes! Yes! We lead the way! Immediately lead the way!"

"Sir, let's lead the way!"

The two ghost kings looked at each other and nodded quickly. The huge ghost body also shrank rapidly, and in a blink of an eye, it became two ghost heads, suspended in the air, and floated forward.

"That's right, you are obedient and lead the way, my son's sword will not riot, if you are not obedient and lead the way, I can't guarantee that this knife will violently hurt people. You two ghost kings, too Weak, this young master is too lazy to kill. As long as you keep up with it, it is not impossible to let you go."

Yang Zheng retracted his sword, and while speaking, he shot a burst of infuriating energy behind him.

This zhenqi, impartial, just fell on Long Geer who fainted several hundred meters. Long Geer's body was shocked, and the zhenqi in his body started to run wildly as if stimulated, repairing his injured body. At the same time, it also strengthens its primordial spirit.

A quarter of an hour later, Yang Zheng and the two ghost kings had already penetrated into the land of Huangquan.

"What's this... how? How am I..."

Long Geer swayed up from the ground, his head was still a little dizzy, and he looked around and found that he was still in the land of Huangquan, his color changed greatly, and he stared at the surroundings vigilantly.

"Huh? What about the White Bone Palace before, why is it gone?"

Soon, Long Geer found that the White Bone Palace that had trapped him disappeared, stunned for a moment, and then noticed that the surrounding area where the White Bone Palace was located seemed to have been looted.

"Could it be that an expert entered the land of Huangquan and rescued me? I don't know who that expert is. If you meet him in the future, you must thank him. This land of Huangquan is too dangerous. I strayed into this place and almost If you die, it's better to leave here..."

......

An hour later.

A gloomy before crossing the river.

"As you ghost kings, you can't forcefully cross this river?"

Yang Zheng frowned slightly, staring at the Yin River in front of him.

This river in the underworld is shrouded in yin qi, and when you look around, you can't see the other side. In the yin river, all kinds of ghosts are screaming, and their voices are particularly permeating.

Along the way, Yang Zheng has encountered many ghosts from hell.

However, there are two big ghost kings, one on the left and one on the right, just like the guardians of the law, those ghosts can only watch, each one dares to step forward.

Even the wicked ghost soldier wanted to beat Yang Zheng's idea, but he didn't dare to make trouble. Baizu and Qianyan, the two ghost kings, still have some status in the underworld.

Of course, without these two ghost kings protecting the Dharma, Yang Zheng can come as easily. Ordinary people, if they stray into the underworld hell, will be suppressed by the power of the underworld, and Yang Zheng's pseudo-holy body has no difference between the underworld and the sun.

The tiger soul in his hand had long wanted to riot and devour thousands of ghosts. If he hadn't forcibly suppressed it, it would have caused a riot in the underworld. Except for the ghost king, most of the ghosts and ghosts had already been devoured by the tiger soul.

These underworld creatures are delicious food to Zhanhu Dao Ling.

"Master, this river is the Yin River, also known as the Yellow Spring. It is full of weak water. When a living person touches this thing, their body will rot. And once a dead person falls into it, it will be difficult to climb out again. It's the ghost king, and there's nothing we can do about it. We accidentally fell into the water, and we won't be able to climb out of it for a hundred thousand years. If you want to cross the river, you can only wait for the ferryman."

The Thousand-Eyed Ghost King opened his mouth.

It turned out that this Yin River is full of weak water, no wonder those ghosts, no matter how hard they struggle in it, they can't break free.

Ruoshui, Ruoshui, Yang Zheng said in his heart, remembering that there seems to be such a scene in Journey to the West, Wukong is thrown into a place that ordinary people can't reach, to save Wukong, he must cross Ruoshui, and Zhu Bajie happens to be an exception, that guy is not afraid Weak Shui, on the contrary, is liked by Weak Shui, and it is not a problem at all to cross the flesh.

Unfortunately, there are no eight precepts here.

"There was once a ghost general who was promoted to the ghost king. He was so proud that he accidentally fell into the weak water, and it took a thousand years to swim out of the weak water."

The Hundred-footed Ghost King also said.

"Oh? Is there such a funny thing?"

Yang Zheng laughed when he heard it.

Unexpectedly, there are such interesting things in the underworld. He originally thought that the underworld was full of evil spirits, either a mountain of swords or a sea of ​​fire.

However, the two ghost kings did not continue to answer, as if it was inconvenient to continue.

"Then why is it able to cross weak water?"

Yang Zheng thought of the woman who was called Zhuyan Baigu by the two ghost kings. He watched that woman with his own eyes and crossed the Yin River without being affected by the weak water at all.

"She is not an ordinary creature at all. She goes up to the Buddha country, goes to Jiuyou, heaven and earth, there is no place she can't go."

Thousand-eyed ghost king, a flash of fear flashed in his eyes.

"So powerful?"

Yang Zheng was slightly startled, the woman reminded him of a poem by Bai Juyi, that is, a woman who has been transformed from white bone and skeleton powder into Huangquan, was born with such a powerful ability.

It seems that the white-boned Taoist is indeed as the two ghost kings said, tyrannical and unparalleled in hell, almost unstoppable, as if **** is his own backyard.

Well, here comes the problem.

That woman, where are you going?

"She is essentially a dead thing in the underworld, which can be classified as a thing in the underworld, and can be planted with Buddha nature in her body and primordial spirit by the demons using secret methods. It is not an ordinary Buddha nature, at least at the level of a bodhisattva. This is like a ghost king, who has the natural ability to suppress the dead in the underworld, and is naturally incomparable." The thousand-eyed ghost king nodded, an ugly head floated on Yang Zheng's left, glanced at Yang Zheng, and said: " Her purpose should be to go to the depths of hell, where the Ten Halls Yan Luo is located, to find Yan Jun."

Ten Temple Yama!

Hell Yan Jun!

The Yan Jun in the mouth of the Thousand-Eyed Ghost King is not the Yan Jun of the Hell Gate, but the Lord of Hell, Yan Jun, who is on the same level as the ancient immortals. Unexpectedly, that woman actually went to find King Yama.

Isn't she afraid of death?

"coming."

At this time, the Thousand-Eyed Ghost King whispered.

Yang Zheng looked over, and in the yin river, in the mist, a ferry was slowly sailing, and there was a man standing at the stern, wearing a bamboo hat, shrouded in darkness, unable to see his face.

Is this person the one who is ferrying from the underworld? ..