I have been slaying demons in the Demon Slayer Division for thirty years

Red clouds gathered in the sky, flowing like a river of blood.

The moon made of the Ice Soul Cold Light Sword sheds a cold and pale brilliance, condensing into frost and ice on the barren ground.

The dark wind howled by, rolling up yellow sand, and the wind was mixed with the wails of evil spirits.

The plants growing on the ground are all Yin Zhi ghost trees, which are nourished by Yin energy at all times. If one of them is taken into the mortal world, it will be considered a top Yin elixir.

The evil spirits escorted groups of innocent souls into the depths of the underworld.

The first thing I saw was the boundless sea of ​​flowers on the other side, red to black, black with purple, and blood mist spewed out as soon as the ghost approached.

The ghost of an injustice was wailing and struggling and refused to go on the road. After being stained by the blood mist, the ghost's body became erratic and transparent, its eyes were dull and lifeless, and it walked forward in a daze. .

This flower on the other side is planted by Yingzhao. It can absorb the energy of ghosts and ghosts. After the flowers fade, they will produce Yin beads, which are the best spiritual objects for cultivating ghosts in the underworld.

Taishan Wang Yingzhao relied on this method to recruit a large number of undercover troops, and his momentum was unprecedented.

After stepping through the sea of ​​flowers, you reach Yinshan Mountain, and there is only one road through Yinshan Mountain, called Huangquan.

Huangquan Road is not easy to walk!

The rocks are sharp and sharp, and every step taken by the apparently incorporeal spirit of the victim is like a needle pricking a sword. There are thorns on both sides of the road. If you see a soul passing by, it will pounce on you like a living creature with teeth and claws.

The thorns clung to the soul, tearing off a leg or tearing a hand, and even the head was snatched away.

Wu Luo, the Lord of Yin Mountain, did not want to serve in the Ten Palaces of Yama, but he did not really practice in seclusion. The torn limbs and remains were sacrificed and turned into mourning sticks and soul-locking shackles in the hands of Yin Chai.

The innocent ghosts coming from all directions gathered on Huangquan Road, forming a long and endless procession, walking forward.

The innocent souls who still have intelligence at this time must have cultivated a lot in the mortal world. Most of them are people with serious sins and have long heard the horrors of the eighteen levels of hell.

Huangquan Road is the last chance. He uses sweet words, pretense, coercion, inducements and other means to try to make Yin Zhan stand up.

The underworld messengers were all people with profound merits and deeds during their lifetimes. They were not moved at all and escorted the innocent souls across the Yin Mountain.

Behind the Yin Mountain is the core of the underworld. The first thing you see is the City of Wushu and Fengdu City, followed by the Ten Palaces of Yama, the Seventy-two Official Offices, etc.

Tens of thousands of shady ghost officials are busy shuttling between the palaces, dealing with the souls captured from the mortal world in accordance with the laws and orders.

The first stop for judging unjust ghosts is the Sansheng Stone outside the Judge's Hall.

The evil ghost walked across the Sansheng Stone, reflecting all the experiences he had experienced in his lifetime. The judge knew clearly how many good things he had done and how many bad things he had done.

The judge judges the soul in accordance with the law. If the innocent person walks on the Naihe Bridge, he will leave the mark of the true soul and be destined to be reincarnated as a human in the next life. The guilty are sent to the eighteen levels of hell until their sins are washed away before they can be reincarnated.

With the rapid expansion of the underworld, more and more souls need to be judged every day.

There was already more than one person in the judge's hall. After Fan Wujiu asked the prince for instructions, he recruited more than ten lieutenants one after another. They were all upright officials in the world and were proficient in the law of criminal names.

Zhou Yi came back from Luojing, hid his figure in the air, followed the ghost of the injustice and walked away, and nodded with satisfaction.

"Thinking back to those days when I used a PPT to fool the White Lotus Evil Buddha. In just a few years, the underworld has grown to such a scale. One day, the underworld will be able to control the reincarnation of all living beings in the world, as in the legends of previous lives!"

Zhou Yi could clearly sense that the stronger the underworld was, the faster it devoured and refined the Wangchuan River.

Now it is only part of the power of reincarnation, and it is still necessary to extradite the souls of mortals. In the future, the Wangchuan River will be completely refined. The underworld is the avenue of reincarnation. After the death of mortal creatures, the souls naturally enter the underworld.

Yin Chai only needs to follow the guidance of the book of life and death and hold the arrest order from the underworld to find those ghosts who do not enter the underworld after death.

Building the underworld is like playing a development game. You start from scratch, from rudimentary to perfect, from weak to strong. However, you cannot rush for quick success, and every step must be carefully considered.

After all, this is not a real game. Every change in the underworld will affect hundreds of millions of mortal beings.

"Why does Pindao look more and more like a villain who wants to control the life and death of billions of living beings?"

Zhou Yi laughed at himself and was about to turn into light and leave when a burst of noise caught his attention.

Ouch——

The ghost screamed in a pitiful manner, trying its best to resist Yin Cha's drag, and his neck was stretched several feet long.

"Come here quickly, don't delay!"

Yin Chai, who was on duty in front of the Sansheng Stone, struck the ghost with a mourning stick.

There was a strong yin energy rising from Li Gui's body, and he was beaten with the mourning stick and the soul-locking chain without any scars. After passing the Flower of the Other Shore and walking through the Road of Underworld, if you still have this strength, you must be a ghost king in the mortal world.

Before Zhou Yi could take action, scoldings came from the judge's palace, and a ghost pen flew out to immobilize the ghost king.

As one of the elders of the underworld, Fan Wujiu controls the extremely important Judge's Palace. He has no shortage of merits, skills, and spiritual objects. He has little contact with the real immortals and arhats of the underworld, and he often consults the masters of the halls for advice.

Now that he has successfully communicated with heaven and man and condensed Qingyun, he is only one chance away from ascending to immortality.

Although this ghost king had a certain level of strength, he was weakened several times after being captured, and was restrained by the soul-locking shackles. He was suppressed without even seeing Fan Wujiu's face.

The ghost king was imprisoned in front of the Sansheng Stone, and his life experiences flashed by, and he was indeed guilty.

During his lifetime, the Ghost King was an expert in the outside world of demons and was good at blood sacrifice. When his life was about to end, he used a secret method to sacrifice himself and transformed into a ghost body, causing trouble for hundreds of years.

"The deceased was a desolate man who committed all kinds of evil while he was still alive. He will be punished with eighteen levels of hell and each will be punished for a thousand years!"

Each of the eighteen levels of hell has its own name and division of labor, and different crimes bear corresponding punishments. However, Cang Yi lived for nearly a thousand years and committed countless crimes before and after his life, which are the top punishments of the underworld.

Cang Yi will definitely not be able to survive eighteen thousand years. He will not be reincarnated until his soul is gone and his true spirit is imprisoned for a certain number of years.

"Merely imprisoning the true spirit will give this devil an advantage! Once he has complete control over the Wangchuan River, he will be able to determine the six paths of reincarnation, and the souls in the eighteenth level of hell will be reincarnated as pigs, dogs, cattle and sheep to be punished!"

When Zhou Yi saw the evildoer's crime from the Sansheng Stone, lightning flashed from his fingertips, and he almost wanted to kill it directly.

Then I thought about it, it was such a simple thing to do, it was really an advantage for the devil. Moreover, after reaching 100,000 years of Taoism, killing a third-level demon will only reward a few days of Taoism in the Demon Illustration.

With such slow growth, I don’t know how many years and months it will take to accumulate millions of years and advance to a higher realm.

Zhou Yi is not in a hurry. Overthrowing the Demon Court will not happen overnight. It can be considered quick after hundreds or even thousands of years.

There are countless demons and ghosts caught in the underworld every day. After the punishment, they all go to the demon killing platform. Over time, they can finally achieve their goals.

Zhou Yi Dunguang continued to rise, passing through the overlapping blood clouds, and saw the fairy sword hanging in the sky.

The Ice Soul Cold Light Sword is condensed from Xuanbing elites. It can be transformed into hundreds of billions. It has endless magical uses. After being blessed by countless formations, it turns into a bright moon that emits cold light.

"The bright moon transformed by the fairy sword is just an empty appearance. Now with the real Taiyin remains, the two merge into one!"

Zhou Yi took out the remains of Demon Ancestor from the Sun and Moon Cave. The appearance of Dark Moon's body with a radius of thousands of miles attracted the sinister eyes of all the officials in the underworld.

The Demon Ancestor is in charge of the Taiyin Avenue, and the remains left behind are a real moon!

The Fallen Immortal Sword and the Absolute Immortal Sword bloomed with dazzling sword light, continuously cutting into pieces the remains of the Demon Ancestor. It took three full days before the remains were shattered into bone and blood.

Zhouyi's magic power circulates, and he pinches the magic formula with his hands to refine the bones and blood of the demon ancestor into the fairy sword.

The seventy-two earth evil spirits are perfect, among which the four magical powers of boiling stone, yellow and white, forming formations, and pointing are all related to weapon refining, which is enough to make Zhou Yi the ultimate weapon refining master!

Zhou Yi created spells one after another, and his bones and blood turned into countless inscriptions and merged into the fairy sword.

The material of the Ice Soul Cold Light Sword is not comparable to the remains of the Demon Ancestor. As the blood and bones continue to be refined, the snow-white sword body gradually turns red, and countless mysterious textures are naturally produced.

Turn blood into the exterior, refine bones into the interior.

Half a year passed in a blink of an eye, and the fairy sword had completely changed its appearance. Only the word "bingso" on the hilt was left to indicate its origin.

Zhou Yi sensed the breath of the fairy sword: "Such a treasure can be worthy of the moon of the underworld!"

Buzz!

The celestial sword seemed to be born with spiritual wisdom. It let out a soft sound, and the mysterious textures on the sword bloomed with brilliance, unexpectedly activating the Taiyin Avenue.

The Taiyin Avenue is revealed, and the moonlight falls like rain.

The Yin Chai enjoyed the nourishment of the moonlight, their souls and bodies were pure, and their magic power surged. They all knelt down and shouted.

"Thank you, Mr. Fu!"

Zhou Yi nodded slightly in response, his figure disappeared, and he had returned to the Yama Hall.

Just as he sat down, a female voice sounded.

"Today I can see the master's power, which is better than the rumors. I am extremely honored!"

"Which fellow Taoist?"

Zhou Yi raised his brows, calculated with his fingers, and looked for the source of the sound with his eyes shining brightly.

The Hall of Yama is the core of the underworld. Except for Zhou Yi and the Yin and Yang clones, even if the Tenth Hall of Yama wants to come in, they cannot avoid the detection of the formation restrictions.

"I am listening attentively and pay my respects to the Lord!"

There is no need for Zhouyi to search for traces, the woman reveals herself and bows to salute.

She has an ordinary appearance, a jingchai hairpin, and a sarong, without any fluctuations in magic power. Even if she saw her in person, Zhou Yi would regard her as an ordinary peasant girl.

"Listen carefully..."

Zhou Yi suddenly had an idea: "Mao Jiu's mother?"

With that said, he opened the Sun and Moon Cave and called Mao Jiu out to recognize him.

Mao Jiu was a lazy guy by nature. After he became the head of the Grievance Division, he initially went on duty, but he never saw anyone coming to complain, so he simply returned to the Sun Moon Cave to be happy.

The Sansheng Stone manifests the soul's life experience, and can be directly convicted and sentenced without interrogation, so calling an enemy has become a decoration.

"I came here alone and didn't tell Mao Jiu."

Di Ting no longer concealed his magic power, revealing the aura of a demon god that was no weaker than Taotie Qiongqi: "It is a great opportunity for Cat Jiu to join the service of the Lord. It no longer needs the care of a concubine."

Zhou Yi wondered: "If you are not looking for Maojiu, what are you doing in the underworld?"

Di Ting replied: "The demon court's underworld has set a rule that immortals and gods are not allowed to stay in the human world. I can no longer hide my body, so I have to come and seek refuge with the master."

"My fellow Taoist's method of escaping from the world is really mysterious. He actually avoided the search of the demon court in the underworld."

Zhou Yi had expected this a long time ago. After all, every immortal god is a legend. He may have some hidden magical powers. No one can find any traces of them, so he hides in the world and is at ease.

"No matter how proficient I am in concealing magical powers, I don't dare to compare with the Demon Ancestor. The Demon Ancestor defied heaven and became the God Emperor, but ended up dying at the hands of the underworld. I don't dare to hide in the human world anymore."

Di Ting is not like other immortal gods. He can choose either the Demon Court or the Underworld at will. Cat Jiu is known to the world as the favored spirit of Zhou Yi, so he has no choice.

"Fellow Taoist is quite well informed!"

Zhou Yi exclaimed in admiration. Ordinary immortals and gods only know that the Demon Ancestor was reborn and died, and almost no one knows about his enlightenment as the God Emperor.

"I have all kinds of magical powers in my ears. If there is any action in the Demon Court, I can hear it in advance and help the Lord!"

Di heard clearly and knew about this ferocious character, saying that he was decisive in killing and hard-hearted. Even if Mao Jiu was an opportunity, he still needed to show enough usefulness to avoid becoming cannon fodder in the underworld in the future.

"That's very good. Where do you plan to take up a post?"

Zhouyi has long heard of the magical power of truth, and he can hear everything about the three realms. With the help of heaven's divination, he will definitely be able to take advantage of everything.

Di Ting pondered for a moment and replied: "I am a demon after all. Joining the underworld violates the agreement between the emperor and the demon emperor. I volunteer to guard the deepest part of the underworld, the Eighteenth Heavy Sword Saw Hell, and by the way, I can listen to the Dharma!"

"Great kindness!"

Zhou Yi touched his palms and smiled, writing Di Ting down in a small notebook.

If that guy Mao Jiu had such clever ideas, why would his practice stagnate?

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