Reincarnation of the Heavens: Starting from Hong Kong Comprehensive

Chapter 392
If there is no external interference, there are actually no sun, moon and stars in the underworld. In the same way, there are no mountains, rivers or water except the Forgotten River and Huangquan.

Everything outside the city of Wanshi is empty, especially after the Black Mountain that stretches outside it is annihilated, the environment becomes even more desolate, and there are five turbidities in the evil world, namely, kalpa turmoil, view turbidity, troubles turbidity, living beings turbidity, and life turbidity, all gathered in Dirty place.

Only the evil spirits can practice freely here.

in the city.

The doors of the palace are opened one after another, with the feeling of welcoming guests from all directions, and everything inside is fully visible.

The ground made of mysterious black iron has a rich and simple atmosphere, a beast cauldron is burning incense, the smoke is lingering, and the cloud gauze lamps on the pillars are always on.

On the steps in the middle, there is a large throne, which is nine meters wide. It is engraved with an unknown divine beast, which is exactly the same as the one engraved on the seal of the City of Vain.

Meng Fan, who was sitting upright, stood up slightly and placed the seal in a groove directly in front of the throne. The Seal of the City of Death suddenly lit up, and the light flowed, completely covering his body.

In the blink of an eye, his consciousness suddenly extended and was closely connected with the magnificent City of Death in his sight. Meng Fan even felt that this ancient mythical city seemed to be in the palm of his hand. Even if there was a slight change, he would still feel it - —

Every house, every street, and even the inconspicuous corner, whether it is the Taoist soldiers patrolling the city or the ghosts who have died in vain from the world recently, can be seen at a glance, including their respective expressions and states.

From this moment on, Meng Fan looked down on everything in the territory like a master.

In order to match this position, he also used magic power to condense a black ink dragon cloak, so the whole person looked more imposing, no longer as agile and elegant as a Taoist, but became more majestic.

After all, in the Zhongqian World where Immortal Buddha Fang disappeared, holding the orthodox Book of Life and Death and the Judge's Pen, sitting on the throne where King Bian Cheng was judging the ghosts who had died in vain, Meng Fan was one of the most supreme beings in the underworld.

I believe it won’t be long before the qualifier [one] will also be removed.

It is worth mentioning that, except for overlooking, Meng Fan can control all restrictions, no matter how powerful or complex they are, he can control them like his arms and fingers.

Obviously, when Heishan was in power in the past, he did not achieve this level. Otherwise, there would be no need to spend a lot of mana to forcefully hold up the City of Wasted Death to resist the Yijiao Zhoutian Star Dou Magic Formation.

"Yan Jun, do you need to recruit the ghosts who died in vain and train them into ghost soldiers and yin soldiers?"

A general wearing armor and full of thunderous aura came to report.

"Don't be so troublesome."

Meng Fan waved his hand, "Send them all to the big millstone. After all the causes and effects in life are wiped out, they can be reincarnated directly."

No matter how hard those vain ghosts train, they can't have very strong combat effectiveness——

To put it bluntly, most of these ghosts who died in misfortunes have low limits and even lower upper limits. It is unlikely that ten out of a million people can embark on the path of cultivation and become a ghost king.

Unless he let them devour each other like the old monster from Black Mountain, but this approach would harm the harmony of heaven and earth, and it would dig the roots of the Yang Realm, so Meng Fan would naturally not do it.

Just like that, a change began.

The world is in chaos, and the number of people who have died in vain has increased sharply due to the war. If demons and ghosts dominate the order of the underworld, they will inevitably interfere with reincarnation and gather them all to increase their own strength.

With Meng Fan taking charge of the City of Wasted Death and the other two Yama Halls in the underworld, most of the ghosts were reincarnated, allowing more babies to be born in the upper world and increasing the population.

Two days later.

The Seal of the Wheel King and the Seal of the Equality King were all refined by Meng Fan alone, and his control over the Netherworld became more and more exaggerated, making him more worthy of the name than Heishan, the King of Demons and the King of Ghosts.

Just when he was feeling complacent and proud, he suddenly heard the panicked voice of General Lei from outside the palace. "Yan Jun, there are two ghost kings commanding their troops respectively, coming from the direction of Wangchuan River and Huangquan, saying that they want to avenge the old monster of Black Mountain. Now all the soldiers and horses are stationed in the other two halls, but thousands of people from the Lei Department are dying in vain. city……"

Wangchuan ghost king?

The ghost king of Huangquan?

Subconsciously, Meng Fan thought of the old battle at Lanruo Temple, where the old Black Mountain demon could release the smelly water of the Forgotten River to restrain the two battalions of Taoist soldiers under his command.

In addition, the Underworld Boundary Monument was also moved by it to suppress itself, but it was sealed by its own star power and is now erected in the City of Fusi.

In this way, the two must have a close relationship with the old demon, and it is not impossible to join forces for revenge.

Of course, it is also very likely that he was instigated by other forces in the underworld and took the opportunity to test his own attitude. After all, he is also a human monk and belongs to the same group of masters from various factions who conquered the six paths of reincarnation and preserved a glimmer of hope for the underworld.

"It's okay."

After figuring out the key, Meng Fan stood up slowly without revealing much worry on his face.

The horn formation flag has been fully cultivated and can reverse the course of time. And he has refined the three brands to occupy a more advantageous location. With his strength, what is there to fear?

The Black Mountain that was previously killed was the only one in the underworld. The other forces just relied on their large numbers to form alternative alliances.

To be honest, the two ghost kings also spied on that battle from afar. Seeing the old demon from Black Mountain being killed in vain and the city changing its flag, they naturally couldn't sit still——

They have all provided convenience to him. One has lent water from the Wangchuan River, and the other has released the Huangquan boundary monument. There is a high probability that they will be liquidated afterwards.

Due to fear of Meng Fan's strength, he had no intention of sending troops to attack at first, but he could not resist the coercion and inducement of the major forces, so they simply united to conduct a test.

In addition, the masters of each hall should put down their cruel words. If that Taoist kills them, they will all take action to make them live in the underworld forever.

As a result, the Ghost King of Wangchuan and the Ghost King of Huangquan also became tougher. At this moment, they have led their soldiers to a place thousands of miles outside the city of Fuyu in the name of revenge for the old monster of Black Mountain.

"Let's go and meet them for a while!"

In the palace, Meng Fan waved his great cloak, riding on the clouds and mist, leading thousands of people from the Lei Department to challenge him, and he was no longer affected by many restrictions.

Not long after, I saw a black cloud billowing with demonic energy moving, accompanied by flying sand and rocks, and gusts of evil wind, and two ferocious figures emerged.

The ghost king of Huangquan has red eyes and a huge mouth, a face like a silver plate, an upright beard, wearing red iron armor that exudes a fiery aura, holding a dragon spear, and a blue-eyed white dragon under his crotch. Behind him are more than ten thousand ghost soldiers and demon generals. With a dark armor on his body, he looks quite majestic.

The Wangchuan Ghost King didn't have that many facial features. He was just a bearded man who looked like a giant spirit god. He was about five feet tall, holding a pair of Xuanhua axes, and commanded nearly ten thousand Netherworld elites.

"Is it you who killed Taoist friend Montenegro?"

"How presumptuous!"

"Who in the underworld doesn't know that they are our brothers, our dearest relatives and friends?"

"My poor fellow Taoist, his ten thousand years of Taoist practice have all come to naught, and he can't even be reincarnated."

(End of this chapter)