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As the swirling black smoke condensed into a human shape, more and more cracks appeared on the statue, and they quickly spread across the body like a spider web.

As black smoke continued to pour out of the crack, the human figure formed by the black fog gradually became clearer, and the contours of the facial features became distinct.

Finally, pieces of stone as thin as cicada wings fell off the body of a certain ghost messenger like autumn leaves, revealing his true body shrouded in black mist. The black mist also formed a huge misty image behind the ghost messenger, with a twisted body leaning forward, and it turned out to be a giant centipede.

The ghost looked at the old demon Cangshan, his eyes narrowed slowly, and he said: "Human cultivator, this is not the place for you to come, quickly return to the human world, otherwise, don't blame me for suppressing your soul here and making you never reincarnate!"

Its voice was cold and hoarse, and its tone revealed a condescending indifference and majesty.

Not only was the old demon Cangshan not frightened by its words, but he frowned and looked at it.

It had a strange hair on its head, like a winding centipede. It had five eyes on its face, and the extra three vertical eyes were all on its forehead, flashing a cold light. It had a string of dark brown Buddhist beads hanging around its neck, but the presence of the beads not only did not add any Buddhist nature to it, but instead made it look extremely weird.

Dark red bone spurs protruded from its shoulders, wrists, and elbows, and its four arms were in a spell-casting posture. Each wrist wore two dark gold rings. In two of its hands, its slender and sharp fingers each held a magic weapon, one was a metal brush with Yin Qi flowing through it, and the other was a whisk shaped like a skull.

In addition, there is a dark red centipede about several meters long coiled around its waist, and the centipede's sharp cloth feet are tightly pulling a tattered yellow skirt.

The old demon Cangshan thought that he was knowledgeable, but this was the first time he had seen a creature of this kind in his life. He couldn't help but sigh in admiration for a moment.

Seeing that he had no fear at all and even had the leisure to look at him, the ghost messenger's face suddenly turned gloomy and said in a cold voice: "Since you are not leaving, you can stay and accompany us from now on!"

As he spoke, nine cracks suddenly appeared on his skinny and flat chest, and nine dark yellow eyes opened. At the same time, an eye opened in each of his four palms, and they all stared coldly at the Cangshan Old Demon, as if they could see through him.

The old demon of Cangshan noticed that when it spoke, its mouth always looked a little strange, as if it was using some kind of mouthparts to make sounds.

Upon closer inspection, he discovered that the creature's mouth was not a human mouth, but a pair of jaws the same color as its hair.

When the old demon Cangshan saw this, he understood what was happening. It turned out that this was a centipede monster that was taken in by the Yin God.

At this time, the other ghost messengers also woke up one after another. Their appearances were all kinds of strange. Among them were even a few of the ghost clothes that the old demon Cangshan had mentioned to Cang Ziling before.

These ghosts have neither bodies nor faces, only a tattered black robe that exudes a decayed smell.

They slowly came to the centipede monster and stared at the Cangshan demon with cold eyes.

Even though he was being stared at by so many pairs of eyes, the old demon Cangshan did not panic at all, and his expression remained calm from beginning to end.

At the same time, the eyes on the centipede's body seemed to have seen something shocking, and all the pupils shrank. It subconsciously said in a lost voice: "Your Yuanshen..." Just as it opened its mouth, it closed its mouth. After a moment of silence, it spoke again faintly: "I haven't seen a Yuanshen as heavy as yours for a long time. For a cultivator like you who is rare in ancient times, how could you not know that the masters will be back in a few days? Why did you trespass into Youdu and seek your own death?"

When the old demon of Cangshan saw that it suddenly admitted defeat and began to communicate with him tentatively, he sneered and said, "Are you seeking your own death? The Yin Spirit has not yet revived, and you think you want to kill me?" All the Yin messengers fell silent after hearing this. When the centipede monster opened its mouth, they had already clearly detected the original spirit of the old demon of Cangshan.

They had never seen or heard of such a strength of soul that had condensed into substance and was almost indistinguishable from a physical body.

Some of the Yinchai have even begun to wonder whether all the Yinchai in the Nine-Layered Netherworld combined could deal with the other party?
Some ghost officials were trembling in their hearts. It was just a rare opportunity. Could human monks have become so terrifying?
Seeing that they were all silent, the old demon of Cangshan sneered again and said, "I came here to find my old body. If you know what's good for you, you should get out of the way as soon as possible. Otherwise, don't blame me for letting all of you die!"

Seeing that his colleagues were all silent, the centipede demon could only bite the bullet and speak calmly: "There is no human body in Youdu. You have come to the wrong place."

The old demon Cangshan stroked his beard slowly and said, "My former body was not human, but a prison god buried deep in the underworld!"

The centipede demon was shocked when he heard this, and asked in astonishment, "Hell God?"

As it spoke, it couldn't help but widen its dozens of eyes and said in surprise, "Your Excellency means that you were once a prison god? But as far as I know, after the First Emperor opened the heaven and earth, only you gentlemen were able to leave the Three Realms, and all the prison gods were sealed here like us."

Hearing what it said, the old demon Cangshan sneered and said, "Although the Hell God is not as good as the Yin God, his body was cultivated by absorbing the thoughts of the evil god. There is already a trace of divinity in his soul. When the world is connected, as long as the body is sealed, the soul will naturally be abandoned by heaven and earth."

The centipede demon was stunned when he heard this. After thinking about it carefully, he felt that this matter actually had some possibility of success.

"Could it be that this person is indeed the former prison god?"

After thinking about it, it suddenly understood why the soul of the old demon Cangshan was so heavy.

After all, the soul is mixed with divinity...

But it didn't know that the words of the Old Demon of Cangshan were all nonsense. If it could escape from Youdu by doing this, the hell gods since ancient times would have already started wreaking havoc on the human world. How could it be buried deep in Youdu with endless resentment?

At this time, the centipede demon had already thrown this question to other Yin messengers around him, asking for their opinions.

Most of the Yinchai felt that it didn’t matter whether these words were true or false.

After all, the Yin God has not returned yet, and these Yin messengers cannot use the divine power bestowed by the Yin God. Even if they attack in a group, they cannot defeat the opponent. Why should they cause trouble for themselves?
Besides, what this person wanted to take away was the body of the God of Hell, not to destroy the Underworld.

There is no need for them to risk their lives to guard the corpses of those hell gods.

After a secret discussion, the centipede demon, although unwilling, could only pretend to believe the nonsense, and slowly made way for the Yin Temple with the other Yin officials beside him. (End of this chapter)