Chapter 163: Smart Ghost Messenger! Cowardly Ghost God

The hundreds of millions of ghosts on the Huangquan Road affected the moods of Guiling, Jinling and Sanxiao, and their existence naturally shocked countless ghosts and ghosts.

After all, the ancient Huangquan Road they were walking on had no ghosts all year round.

Very suddenly, five figures came from the Huangquan Road, and Gui Ling and the others did not hide their auras.

Anyone with a bit of discernment can see that all five of them are living creatures.

This not only made many ghosts suspicious, but also made many ghosts feel hopeful.

"Fairy...Fairy...my father is the leader of the Howler Clan in Daxue Mountain. I will be very grateful to my father for saving me."

"Your Majesty, I am a true disciple of the Lingxin Sect. Please take me back to the Great Wilderness. I will be grateful."

All the ghosts who originally seemed quiet in the team started shouting at this moment.

They all have some background in the ancient world, and they also have some understanding of the underworld after death.

The reason why he was quiet before was just because he knew that crying and resisting would have no effect.

But now...

Looking at the turtle spirits and others coming together from a distance, a glimmer of hope arose in their hearts.

After all, there are many rumors that monks can take away souls from the underworld and be reborn in the ancient world.

Suddenly, everyone shouted loudly about their background identity.

I prayed in my heart that I could meet an acquaintance from my family so that I could be taken away and returned to the wild world.

but...

These ghosts are destined to be disappointed.

For Jin Ling, Gui Ling and Sanxiao, the background of the underworld is clear.

Besides, they all know about life and death.

Even among these billions of creatures, there are disciples of Jie Jiao, Sanxiao and Jin Ling will not take the initiative to break the rules of the underworld.

As for the turtle spirit, it would not act like this.

Without any change in their expressions, the five women quickly passed in front of all the ghosts and ghosts.

Under the gaze of hundreds of millions of ghosts, ghosts, soldiers and ghosts, the five girls of turtles and spirits stepped on the seemingly endless road to the real underworld with no edge.

But here, the ghosts who were shouting loudly froze, looking at the backs of Turtle Spirit and others with despair.

even...

With a look of resentment, he started to curse.

but...

The ghosts who had been silent since the Guiling and the girls appeared suddenly started to move.

"Crack!"

"Crack!"

The tall and burly ghost soldiers had ferocious faces, waving their whips and beating them.

As the standard equipment of the underworld, the ghost weapon is very powerful in restraining the soul. Even these ghosts with extraordinary cultivation during their lifetime were beaten and wailed.

There were even a few who showed resentment or cursed the turtle spirits who were retreating. Their ghost souls were beaten very thin, and they stopped only after they were about to dissipate.

Obviously.

Almost every one of these ghosts is a sensible ghost.

…

After the Turtle Spirit girls left for a long time.

Only then did the many ghost officers here dare to discuss in whispers.

"It's a living monk. I've long heard that there are powerful monks in the ancient world. They can come to the underworld, but they have been working in the underworld for so many years."

"This is the first time I have seen a living monk in the underworld." A ghost messenger whispered.

"Don't say it's you. I've been working as a ghost in this underworld for hundreds of thousands of years. This is not the first time I've seen it!"

Another ghost officer also said with emotion.

"What do you think...these fairies are here for?" Next to them, another ghost asked curiously.

"What else can I do? Of course I'm here to find my dead relatives and friends..." Yougui said with emotion on his face.

"If I could have had this kind of background back then, I might still be enjoying the blessings of today!"

Even the monks in the ancient world can hear about the fact that the soul of the deceased is taken away by the powerful, and the soul is reborn in the ancient world.

Naturally, I heard more about the ghost soldiers who were on duty in the underworld.

"You've guessed wrong." An older ghost next to him shook his head and said, "Why do we need so many people to go together when we come to the underworld to find our dead relatives and friends?"

"Then what do you think they are here for?" the ghost said unconvinced.

"I don't know about this, but...I know of another rumor that is very similar to this one."

When the older ghost said the first half of the sentence, the unconvinced ghost still had a look of disdain on his face, but after hearing the second half, he became curious.

The older ghost boss obviously also liked to talk about such rumors, so he continued talking without the urging of the ghost bosses around him.

"This is when I was on duty earlier, I heard from Senior Ghost Officer that a Taoist priest entered through the gate of hell and stepped onto the ancient road of the underworld..."

Before he finished speaking, he was interrupted by a ghost on the side.

"The Taoist comes from the Gate of Hell? How is it possible... Only ghosts can enter the Gate of Hell? This is an iron rule of the underworld!"

The ghost had a look of contempt on his face.

The only thing that could have been written on his face was "You are bragging and I don't believe it."

"If you don't go through the gate of hell, it's better to go to hell. This is also the iron law of the underworld."

The old Gui Cha looked at the Gui Cha who opened his mouth to retort and said calmly.

"this..."

The expression of contempt on Gui Cha's face suddenly froze, and he didn't know what to say.

But the old ghost's face was light and calm, but his heart was secretly happy.

When he heard this rumor, the ghost messenger who spread the rumor refuted the questioning ghost messenger in this way.

That scene was deeply imprinted in his heart. For so many years, he has been waiting for this scene!

When the old ghost messenger heard the words, the ghost messengers who were listening with great interest changed their faces.

The iron-green faces that originally belonged to the ghosts suddenly became uglier, and none of them dared to speak again.

But the old ghost messenger smiled calmly and said softly: "Then do you want to know who the Taoist was back then?"

However, no ghost messenger responded.

Obviously, just like the ghost messengers billions of years ago, these ghost messengers also realized it.

No matter which possibility it was, it broke the iron rule of the underworld, and it was not something that these little ghost messengers could interfere with.

Although no ghost responded, the old ghost messenger did not mean to stop, but continued with great interest: "That Taoist is the one in hell..."

As soon as this was said.

The ghost messengers who had been stern and timid suddenly changed color, trembling, and looking at the old ghost messenger with the eyes of a warrior.

As a ghost messenger on duty on the Yellow Spring Road, how could he not know the one in hell?

The one is one of the taboos in the underworld now, and many powerful people in the underworld regard it as a shame.

Discussing the one so openly.

A real warrior!

The old ghost messenger could naturally detect the changes in the ghost messengers around him, but he didn't care.

Back then, the ghost messenger who told him the story also completed his term of office as a ghost messenger and reincarnated!

"I just don't know if I will be lucky enough to join those great sects to practice after my term of office is over and I reincarnate."

The old ghost messenger thought happily.

However...

On the Yellow Spring Road, where these ghost messengers and evil spirits could not see, a figure with an unclear face was holding a book and writing and drawing.

He was still mumbling nonsense in his mouth.

The book in the figure's hand was full of names of ghost messengers.

The old ghost messenger was one of them.

Hmm!

These were all the ghost messengers who had just talked about Ksitigarbha in the depths of hell.

There were millions of ghost messengers, and like the old ghost messenger, there were quite a few who had heard of Ksitigarbha.

As for the nonsense muttered by the ghost,

it was...

"It's great, today so many ghost messengers talked about that guy, the indicators for the next 100,000 years have been found!"

...

The Yellow Spring Road!

It was the road of the dead, the road of ghosts and gods, so wide and boundless that even a quasi-saint could not see the border at a glance.

The moment he stepped into the Yellow Spring Road.

The surroundings suddenly became quiet.

The ghosts that were originally lined up on the Yellow Spring Road all disappeared.

No... it should be said that they were scattered to various places on the Yellow Spring Road and could not be seen from a long distance.

As the Huangquan Ancient Road where no ghosts pass through all year round, the area bordering this Huangquan Road is naturally as dead and desolate.

"This White Lotus Bridge is still extending..."

Yunxiao, who was standing aside, looked at the White Lotus Bridge not far away with a little surprise on his face.

Although they were still on the Huangquan Road, this place was already deep into the underworld, but this White Lotus Bridge...

was still here, not wiped out by the underworld.

For Yunxiao, Qiongxiao and Bixiao, who knew the existence behind the underworld, this was simply incredible.

And Jinling and Guiling were more certain of their thoughts.

However, before they could think more, suddenly, the Huangquan Road under their feet trembled.

A huge ghost figure of ten thousand feet appeared on one side of the Huangquan Road at some point.

I don't know if it was the special job of the ghost or the cooperation of this Huangquan Road.

Even the Huangquan Road that Jinling and Guiling could hardly shake trembled under the feet of this ten thousand feet ghost, and the momentum was terrifying.

"Living people are forbidden to walk on the Netherworld!"

The roar of the ten thousand zhang ghost god resounded through the Netherworld, raising gusts of cold wind.

Then...

Then the ten thousand zhang ghost god saw five figures not far away, looking at him calmly.

Three unrestrained Daluo auras rushed towards him.

Then his face froze, and he looked extremely embarrassed.

"Living people are forbidden to walk on the Netherworld Road. Senior, please leave...enter the Netherworld from the side."

The ten thousand zhang ghost god held his body and spoke loudly, but without the strong momentum and gusts of cold wind.

As the ghost god guarding the Netherworld Road, he is a powerful ghost god in the Taiyi realm. He has practiced hard in the Netherworld for hundreds of millions of years, and he also has the position of the Netherworld God and a luxurious Netherworld standard spiritual treasure.

He can be said to be invincible in the Taiyi realm.

But...

Daluo really can't beat him!

The ten thousand zhang ghost god looked at the calm faces of Gui Ling, Jin Ling and San Xiao below.

A scene from hundreds of millions of years ago suddenly appeared in my mind, and I had a bad feeling in my mind.

Then...

The aura of Jin Ling and Gui Ling, which far exceeded that of Daluo, came towards me.

This aura was not strong, and even the ten thousand feet ghost did not feel the slightest pressure.

But...

The moment he felt this momentum, the ten-thousand-foot ghost's legs softened. If he hadn't held the three-pronged fork in his hand, he would have knelt down on the spot.

Then, an ugly smile appeared on that ferocious face.

"Welcome to the Yellow Spring Road in the underworld. May I ask where you are going? Do you need me to lead the way?"