Honghuang: God-level choice, start by taking over Zhao Gongming

"Oh? Yu Lei, Zhou Qi, Zhao Wenhe, aren't these the names of the five ghost emperors after the establishment of the underworld?"

Zhao Gongming was secretly shocked. The five mountains where they lived were opposite to their names. If nothing unexpected happened, these five people should become the five ghost emperors in the future!

Hou Tu smiled, "You ghosts live in the depths of the eighteen layers of the Nether Sea. You never leave the Nether Sea all day long. Whenever you go out, you will cause monstrous killings. The prehistoric tribes hate you so much that they hate you so much."

Yu Lei was obviously the eldest brother among the five. After hearing this, his face became visibly ugly.

"What does Hou Tu Zu Wu mean by this? If you have any purpose, just say it."

Hou Tu still smiled, "From today on, the Nether Sea is dominated by me. You only have two choices, one, submit to me, two, die here."

After Hou Tu's voice fell, the oppression of the quasi-saint level slowly leaked out, carrying the overwhelming and earth-shaking momentum, spreading to the eighteen layers of the Nether Sea.

Zhao Gongming was full of amazement, worthy of being the Queen Mother of the Underworld.

She has a kind heart, but she is not the saint. Now, she looks like a domineering female president.

Xingtian was full of pride, "Brother Gongming, my ancestor witch is domineering."

"Domineering, domineering!"

Yu Lei was stunned, and after several breaths, his face changed slightly and became unfriendly, "Is the ancestor witch threatening us?"

"It's not threatening you, but giving you two choices, you choose one."

Hou Tu's face was solemn.

Zhao Wenhe snorted, "Ancestor witch, the Underworld Sea is the territory of the Ancestor of the Underworld. If you want to move us, have you asked the Ancestor of the Underworld?"

The Underworld is simply a talisman for the ghosts. The ghosts usually stay in the Underworld Sea and usually don't go out. Once they go out, they will be disgusted with the supreme killing.

Once they provoke a strong enemy, they will immediately run back to the Underworld Sea. No matter how strong the enemies outside are, they dare not break into the territory of the Underworld to attack the ghosts.

Hou Tu smiled, "I came here because fellow Daoist Minghe agreed."

After that, her face became slightly serious, "I'll give you ten breaths to make a choice, otherwise, I'll make the choice for you."

Yu Lei and the other five, as the actual rulers of the Netherworld Sea, were also stained with infinite evil spirits.

After converting them, Hou Tu felt nothing in her heart.

"Hmph, arrogant, how can my Netherworld Sea allow you to be so presumptuous!"

Zhou Qi shouted, and all his cultivation at the peak of the Golden Immortal Realm was condensed in one palm, and then he hit Hou Tu with overwhelming force!

"Boom boom boom!"

The entire Netherworld Sea was filled with great and majestic palm power, as if it had become a world, crushing Hou Tu.

"Stubborn!"

Hou Tu shook her head slightly, pointed out with one finger, and the palm print that covered the sky and the sun quietly turned into smoke and dust.

Then she clicked again, the power of the earth moved at will, Zhou Qi was hit hard and flew out, his breath fell to the bottom, and he became weak instantly.

Hou Tu suppressed Zhou Qi in a snap of her fingers, and she didn't even move her body, feeling extremely relaxed and comfortable.

"Five more breaths."

The four ghost kings, including Yu Lei, looked at Zhou Qi, who was on the ground with a face as white as gold paper, and the atmosphere around them suddenly became subtle.

Xing Tian approached Zhao Gongming and whispered, "Brother Gongming, I heard that the ghost clan has a tough personality and is not afraid of anyone. Will they really fight?"

Zhao Gongming smiled and said, "You will know if you take another look."

Yu Lei and the other four looked at Zhou Qi, and their attitude immediately became respectful, "We are willing to serve Hou Tu Zu Wu as our master."

Hou Tu said casually, "Since you recognize the master, then make a heavenly oath."

The heavenly oath is effective for all races and creatures in the prehistoric world.

Yu Lei's beard twitched, "Master Zu Wu, this..."

"Hmm?"

Hou Tu's voice was a little colder.

"Yes, we will make a heavenly oath now."

"I am Yu Lei, Zhao Wenhe, and Zhou Qi. We are willing to serve the Wu clan Hou Tu Zu Wu as our master, and we will be loyal and have no second thoughts. If we rebel, we will be struck by thunder and death without a burial place. Heaven will witness it."

As Yu Lei's voice fell, thunder roared above the Nether Sea, and the heavenly oath took effect.

Yu Lei stepped forward and said respectfully, "May I ask, Master, is there anything we can do?"

Hou Tu said, "Go and bring all the ghosts with evil spirits in the Eighteen Nether Seas to me, I want to convert them."

"Ah"

Yu Lei was terrified. He didn't expect that Master Zu Wu's final goal was to attack his ghosts.

"I obey your orders."

Zhao Wenhe hurriedly pulled Yu Lei and retreated with the ghost kings.

Suddenly, the eighteen layers of the Netherworld Sea became quiet again, with only Houtu, Zhao Gongming, and Xingtian left.

Xingtian scratched his head, "Master Zuwu, the ghosts are cunning, aren't you afraid that they will run away secretly?"

"In the face of absolute strength, everything is false, not to mention that Houtu didn't attack them, why would they run away?"

Houtu nodded, "The ghosts are extremely evil, I hope to earn more merits and open a smooth road for my witch clan."

Houtu, do your best to avoid the end of the witch clan and the demon clan perishing together.

After a while, Yulei and others came, holding hundreds of ghosts in their hands.

Green face and fangs, disheveled hair, strange shapes, a strong bloody aura, rushing towards them.

The cultivation level varies, the highest is the Golden Immortal, the weakest is the Earth Immortal, and the Heavenly Immortal level.

Obviously, Yu Lei and the others picked up the low-cultivation ghosts and captured them for Hou Tu.

Hou Tu didn't care, so he grabbed one and started to transform.

Hou Tu is the ancestral shaman of Tu, and he is the only ancestral shaman with a soul. He has his own set of specialized methods for transformation.

Soon an hour passed, and a green-faced fang, the ghost tribe of the Golden Fairyland was transformed.

In an instant, 30% of the merits sent from heaven were given to the Styx by Hou Tu, and the other 60% fell into Hou Tu's body, canceling out the evil karma on his body, and the remaining 10% fell into Zhao Gongming's body. in vivo.

"Uncle Houtu, this is..."

At this time, Zhao Gongming was a little at a loss.

"You gave me this glimmer of hope for the Wu Clan. If it weren't for you, the Wu Clan would have gone down the wrong path forever."

A faint smile appeared on Hou Tu's face, which further highlighted his rosy beauty and moonlight charm, which was peerless and alluring.

"All right."

In the end, Zhao Gongming did not refuse. In addition to his merits, he also had Hou Tu's persistence.

In a blink of an eye, a hundred years passed quickly. Hou Tu worked day and night to transform the ghost clan, and he had already accumulated a lot of merit.

Zhao Gongming also benefited a lot, and the golden wheel of merit behind him became more and more condensed.

Zhao Gongming believed that one day, if he sacrificed the Golden Wheel of Merit, he would be afraid that the saint would come in person and not dare to kill him.

On this day, Zhao Gongming said goodbye to Hou Tu. Hou Tu was in the Nether Sea, focusing on collecting merit and finding a way out for the Wu clan.

It would be meaningless for him to continue to stay in Netherworld Sea, so he might as well go back early.

It has been hundreds of years since the master attained enlightenment and established the sect. It is not a big deal that he, a great disciple of the Jie sect, has never returned.