Hell Emperor

Su Miao, she is one of the founders of the Xuannv Sect.

If he gets in touch with her, he might be able to use her connection to pass on the news that he is still alive and tell his family in the world.

After arriving at the Mingling Hall, Ye Jie was looking for a way to get in touch with Su Miao. It was only at this moment, when he learned from Shura Hong that Su Miao would represent the Mingling Hall in the competition, that Ye Jie realized that it belonged to him. The opportunity has come.

In front of Ye Jie, Shura Hong continued to persuade:

"I don't know how you did it, and you were able to transform into a third-grade artifact, but I'm sure that other Shura can't do this. Those cold-blooded Shura don't trust anyone at all, and they can't transform into a ghost magic weapon. Others control their own souls. If you don't help me, this mission will definitely fail. When the time comes for His Highness Moro to punish me, what will I do?"

Ye Jie nodded and said: "You are right, okay then, let me help you."

"Don't you understand yet? This mission...wait, you agreed?"

Shura Hong lost her voice in surprise. She swallowed back the long speech she was about to say. She never expected that Ye Jie would change his mind so quickly.

"For the sake of Lord Mo Luo, I am willing to take on this task." Ye Jie said hypocritically.

"Very good! Su Miao, just wait for me. I will definitely win the competition!" Shura Hong clenched his fists, and his eyes under the Shura mask were burning with fighting spirit.

Ye Jie followed her words and said: "In this case, should we go to Su Miao's place to investigate? As the old saying goes: Know yourself and the enemy, and you will never be in danger. If you want to win in a competition, understanding the strength of your opponent is also very important. "

Shura Hong waved his hand: "Don't worry, the other Shura will investigate for us. There is not much time until the competition begins. The most important thing now is to improve our own abilities."

After saying that, Shura Hong sighed and glanced at Ye Jie with helpless eyes: "The person who cooperated with Su Miao to perform the Nether Spirit Divine Art was the 72nd generation founder of Xuannv Sect, Fairy Yaoyin. Between the two of them, , there is at least hundreds of years of deep friendship, and I don’t know what kind of powerful ghost magic weapon can be condensed..."

The strength of the opponent made Shuluo Hong tense up and felt like his head was getting big.

Not long ago, she and Ye Jie were strangers, and she didn't even bother to say a word to him. She never thought that now, she could only rely on Ye Jie to have a chance of victory.

However, what should be done to make the indifferent relationship between the two people become more unbreakable in just a few days than the hundreds of years of friendship between their opponents? This really stumped Shura Hong. It was simply an impossible task. .

"Anyway, let's give it a try first..." Shura Hong sighed. Now that the matter was over, she could only pray silently.

After dismissing the other Shura, Shura Hong led Ye Jie to a separate quiet room. Before entering the quiet room, Lin Hanyan cast a good-luck look at Ye Jie.

Shura Hong stood still in the quiet room and drew out the sword from his waist. The sword reflected cold light.

She grasped the hilt of the sword tightly with her long and well-proportioned fingers, her movements were graceful and capable, and the tip of the sword pointed straight forward, as if she was ready to meet the challenge at any time. The movements are not sloppy, and only those who have been immersed in this art for decades can possess such a temperament.

Holding the sword in his hand, Shura Hong showed off his sharp edge, looking straight at her like a sharp sword out of its sheath. Even Ye Jie, who had reached the level of Dao Shi in Dragon Transformation, felt a faint sting in his eyes, and couldn't help but praise:

"This momentum is worthy of last year's annual title. With your strength, looking at the entire Hades, you can be called the number one person among ghosts and immortals."

The corners of Shuluo Hong's mouth raised slightly. Who doesn't like to hear compliments? Even Ye Jie became more pleasing to the eye:

"You're wise. I remember that you were the best ghost in Guangwang Palace last year. It's a pity that you were timid in the final ghost battle and didn't dare to go on stage at all. Otherwise, you would have had the opportunity to experience my power in advance. , tsk tsk..."

At the end of the sentence, Shura Hong couldn't help but sneered. That Ye Jie was so cowardly. He clearly got the best ghost position in the first hall, but he didn't dare to go on stage to fight. He was really useless, which made her look down on him from the bottom of her heart. .

Ye Jie said helplessly: "I did have something to do that day and couldn't get away. It's not that I didn't come on purpose... Speaking of which, you were the most popular person of the year last year. Logically speaking, there are no Shuras in the Demon Palace who want to curry favor with you. "Sure, why don't you even have a trustworthy companion by your side, but you need me to help you?"

Shura Hong glared at Ye Jie: "I don't need companions. Companions will only break my Taoist heart, make me hesitant, and make my sword weak."

Ye Jie scratched his head: "So, you are the most influential person of the year, but you don't even have a friend by your side?"

Before he finished speaking, he saw the cold sword edge in front of his neck. The speed was so fast that even Ye Jie almost didn't react.

What was faster than Ye Jie's thoughts was his body's instinctive reaction. Just as a person would avoid an incoming fist without thinking, Ye Jie subconsciously wanted to reveal the claws of the blue dragon and collide head-on with the sword.

Fortunately, he noticed something strange in time and stopped his movements. He suppressed his arms that were about to wave and stood still, as if he was frightened.

At the same time, Shura Hong's cold whisper came to his ears:

"Hey, don't be too pushy. Pay attention to your identity. Don't think that I need you to cooperate with me to perform the Nether Soul Art, so you can tell me what to do. If you keep talking like this, be careful not to protect your head. Do you understand?"

Shura Hong's face darkened, his eyes bursting with murderous intent, and the threat was self-evident.

Ye Jie seemed to feel no danger. He raised two fingers, pushed the sword blade away from his neck, and said with a faint smile:

"Don't I want to get to know you? The use of the Nether Spirit Divine Art requires two people to know each other, and even have the same mind. If you don't tell me anything, and I won't tell you anything, then how can you improve Nether Spirit? Divine Judgment?"

"You..." Xiuluo Hong was choked by Ye Jie's words and was speechless for a moment. The Nether Spirit Art is no different than other techniques. It requires two people to understand each other before they can unleash the true power of the technique.

From this perspective, Ye Jie's every move was to prepare for the competition in the near future, but she was more like making trouble unreasonably.

"...You're right, but who do you think you are? I don't need others to understand me, you just need to cooperate with me in my skills!"

Shura Hong stamped her feet hard and regardless of Ye Jie's wishes, she spoke loudly: "Netherworld Divine Art!"

As Shura Hong finished speaking, the familiar pull came towards Ye Jie again.

The use of the Nether Spirit Divine Art required the voluntary cooperation of the person who transformed it. Ye Jie could break away from the shackles of the Nether Spirit Divine Art at any time, but he did not do so. Instead, he allowed the power of the Nether Spirit Divine Art to envelope him, and his body transformed into A series of light spots headed towards Shura Hong.

The spot where the light spots gathered was the hilt of the sword held by Shura Hong.

As the light extinguished, the true appearance of Ye Jie's magical weapon of the underworld was revealed before her eyes.

But behind the hilt of the sword, which was carefully carved from fragrant sandalwood, there was an extra wisp of pitch-black tassel. The tassel was as dark as night, like a long wisp of black smoke. When the wind blew, the sword tassel fluttered gently. , making a slight rustling sound.

"Black Dragon Beard Sword Spike, the grade is...not good enough?"

Shura Hong looked surprised and revealed the name of the magic weapon of the underworld.

Seeing that the grade of the magic weapon was not good at all, Shura Hong was furious and immediately dispersed the Ming Ling Shen Jue. The sword spike disappeared, and Ye Jie's figure appeared next to her again, and she asked with an unkind look:

"What are you doing? That sword spike looks decent, but its grade is not top-notch at all? It's not as good as the lowest grade ninth-grade spiritual weapon. Have you cooperated with me in my luck? We don't have a few days left!"

Ye Jie helplessly spread his hands: "I've told you a long time ago that my relationship with you is not that bad. You and I have never even spoken a few words. How can we be connected and transform into a magic weapon?"

Xiuluo Hong knew that he was in the wrong, so he could only say: "Then what do we do?"

Ye Jie's mouth twitched: "What should I do? I just asked about your situation, but you wanted to kill me with a sword. Now you ask me what to do? I think we are destined to lose."

Shura Hong was dissatisfied and said: "But, didn't you once transform into a third-grade divine weapon? Why can't you do it now?"

Ye Jie shrugged: "The prerequisite for transforming into a third-grade divine weapon is that the person trusts me. Now that I don't trust you, and you don't trust me, how can I use the Nether Spirit Divine Art?"

Shura Hong didn't say anything for a long time. After a while, he finally spoke: "Is there really no other way?"

"Of course there is a way. Since the relationship between the two of us cannot be improved, then let's sow discord between our opponents." Ye Jie slowly spoke, and at the same time glanced at Shura Hong without any trace, and said The real plan, "Now that we know that the opponents in the competition are Su Miao and Yaoyin Fairy, it will be easy to handle. Let's visit Su Miao now, and then we will sow discord and act according to the opportunity..."

Shura Hong curled his lips and said: "What kind of method is this? Not to mention whether the provocation can be effective, even if it is successful, there are so many ancestors of the Xuannv Sect in the Ningling Palace. Without Fairy Yaoyin, Su Miao will find someone with whom she has a good relationship. That’s it? Are you planning to drive a wedge between Su Miao and all the Patriarchs? That’s impossible!”

Ye Jie was helpless. He didn't expect that the suggestion he just made would be rejected by Shuluo Hong without hesitation, without giving him a chance to defend himself.

Ye Jie had no choice but to change his words: "Since interfering with the opponent is not possible, we can only use the most traditional method. After strengthening the relationship, we can use the Nether Spirit Divine Art to defeat the opponent openly and honestly in the competition. Although the hope is slim, we can only give it a try. ”

Shura Hong was silent. Although deep down in her heart, she looked down on Ye Jie, who was of low strength, and did not think Ye Jie was qualified to understand her, but this was the only way. In order to live up to His Highness Moro, she could only do this.

"Well... where should we start?" Shuluo Hong was a little embarrassed. She had practiced for so many years and had never experienced such a thing. It would be very difficult for her to take the initiative to speak.

Ye Jie thought for a while and said: "Before this, we didn't get along happily. It's time to forget those unpleasantnesses and treat this as the first time we met. My name is Ye Jie, and my friends call me Jie. Brother, what about you?”

"Ren Changhong." She replied.

Seeing that she still looked indifferent and speechless, answering him in the most concise language, and it didn't seem like she wanted to enhance the relationship at all, Ye Jie didn't take it seriously and asked again: "Speaking of which, how did you die? I It's starvation."

"Starve to death? What kind of death is this?" Ren Changhong frowned, looking at Ye Jie's eyes with even more disgust, "I'm starting to wonder if it's a good idea for you to cooperate with the Netherworld Divine Art. , please don’t pollute my sword.”

Ye Jie stroked his forehead: "Do you want to win the competition? If you keep complaining like this, I'm afraid the competition has already started. I'm still listening to your complaints. If it doesn't work, you should find another ghost to cooperate."

"Ah." Ren Changhong sighed deeply. Who made her have no choice at all? If she chose those cold-blooded Shuras around her, she would lose the competition. Ye Jie, the only one who could help her, she looked down on him. "Do you really want to know?"

"It's okay if you don't want to say it. I just want to know more about you." Ye Jie glanced at her. "Some ghosts are really ashamed to talk about how they died. It's nothing. Let's change the topic..."

"No need." Ren Changhong interrupted Ye Jie's words. "I was killed by the descendant of Xuannv."

"Really?" Ye Jie was stunned. Seeing that Ren Changhong didn't seem to be joking, he couldn't help but touch his chin and looked her up and down. "I have seen Xuannv. Heirs, they punish evil and eliminate evil, they are upright and do not kill innocent people. Since you died in the hands of the descendants of Xuannv, you must have done something unforgivable, right? It seems that when you were alive, you must have been a big bad guy with a lot of evil deeds. "

"You are the big bad guy!" Ren Changhong couldn't help it anymore, snorted hard, and glanced at Ye Jie with cold eyes as if complaining, "Don't look at me like this now, once upon a time, I was also a descendant of Xuannv, okay?"

"You? Descendant of Xuannv?" Ye Jie looked unbelievable, and he dared not associate the Shura with blood on his hands with the noble and pure descendant of Xuannv.

"I am the 168th generation descendant of Xuannv Sect, absolutely true. I once accepted a disciple, taught her everything, and treated her like my own daughter, but she...she cruelly killed me." Ren Changhong clenched his fists and spoke indignantly.

"The 168th generation? Could it be..." Ye Jie's heart trembled. He remembered that Li Fei'e said that he was the 170th generation descendant of the Xuannv Sect. So, the disciple mentioned by Ren Changhong, could it be Shen Qingge?

"Why does your disciple want to..." Ye Jie asked tentatively.

Ren Changhong was furious: "Of course it's because she is afraid of death! If she gave up resistance and was killed by me, I could break through the Xuannv Sutra to the Return to the True Stage and achieve the Supreme Dao, but she was unwilling to surrender, causing my years of planning to fail. Tell me, is she extremely vicious? I will never forgive her!"