Journey to the West: Hou Tu's First Disciple! Monkey starts making trouble in the underworld

Fengdu shouted, but there was no movement.

He was unwilling to give up and continued shouting, "Disciple Fengdu asks for a visit, I hope Master will be kind!"

After a while, the gate of Pingxin Palace was still closed, without any movement.

Just as the Emperor of Fengdu was about to shout again, the closed door finally slowly opened in his expectant gaze.

"You are already the co-lord of the underworld, but you are still so reckless in your work. How can you behave?"

In the palace of Pingxin, a melodious and mellow voice came quietly, as if the sound of the great way was floating.

Although it is a critical word, there is no slightest reproach in his tone.

After all, Houtu still felt a little bit of love for his beloved disciple.

Follow yourself all the way from the prehistoric world, through the great lich catastrophe, and have been supporting it until now.

When I was discouraged, I took the burden of commanding the underworld. I fought with the two major forces, the Heavenly Court and the West, and still protected the underworld.

Just this loyalty is enough to make people move.

What's more, the Emperor of Fengdu has been working diligently and has never neglected it.

Even when the saint turned into Bodhi Patriarch, he still stood in front of the underworld's creatures and guarded the world under supreme pressure and immeasurable pressure.

Hou Tu saw everything in his eyes.

Therefore, for Fengdu, she is more of a feeling of heartache and doting.

Since the witch clan has fallen to this day, there is only this one seedling that can carry the banner.

Even though she was disturbed by her own practice, when she saw that she was her beloved disciple, she still only said a word of reproach.

In fact, there was no slight anger in my heart.

"Thank you for meeting you, my disciples are disturbing you rashly, and there is something important to tell you."

The Emperor of Fengdu bowed respectfully outside the Pingxin Palace, and then walked in.

As he stepped into it, the warm and pure divine light inside seemed to be like divine help, washing his tired soul.

In this palace where the saints have been in charge for many years, even he resisted the desire to exclaim a sigh of praise, and the rich Taoist rhyme made him even more intoxicated.

However, Fengdu only felt it silently for a moment, then calmed down and walked towards the depths of the palace.

In the Pingxin Palace, there is magnificent golden elegance, the Taoist rhyme is like a tide, the golden light of the Great Dao spreads down, and the power of reincarnation floats in the hall.

Deep in the palace, under the falling golden light, was a peerless fairy with a graceful body and a beautiful face.

A purple fairy dress decorated with golden streamers, with lotus marks between the eyebrows and eyes, and the Taoist rhyme in her eyes, and her fair skin seemed to be the purest beautiful jade in the world.

The scattered black hair floated down and slid on both sides of her face, and her beautiful eyes, which were as moist as light, were half-covered by it.

The purple air is filled with mist, and the power of the six paths is entangled.

The overall Zicai decoration is very consistent with the temperament of the Netherworld. Every move contains the temperament of a saint, like smoke and dust, extremely ethereal.

The red lips embellished in a natural contrast with the calm temperament. Under the dress, a pair of white and slender jade legs appeared and faintly appeared.

"Beauties are like jade, embellished with enchanting."

There are only these eight words in the mind of the Emperor of Fengdu.

It has to be said that Master is not inferior to the mother of the human race, Nuwa.

That noble but undeniable innocence of the witch clan was fully reflected in her.

He was obviously the supreme lord who was above and in charge of the underworld, but there was always a hint of sorrow between his eyebrows and eyes.

Beautiful and charming are not only the same, but also the beauty is no less noble!

"What are you thinking?"

"Since I've seen me, why don't you speak?"

Hou Tu frowned, opened his red lips lightly, and his beautiful eyes stared at his beloved disciple.

"It seems that Fengdu's strength has improved again?"

Just a glance, she noticed the powerful aura on the King of Fengdu, and the rich murderous aura faintly emitted. Even she couldn't help but feel shocked.

"Master, do you still remember what the disciple guaranteed at that time?"

"Did the disciple come here to make an appointment now?"

Fengdu secretly scolded himself for being uneasy and actually lost his wisdom in front of his beloved master.

He quickly got to the point, saying that he was here to do the important business today, so he must not be delayed.

"Go to the appointment?"

Hou Tu looked puzzled, and a trace of contemplation appeared between his eyebrows, silently recalling the scene.

There was no light and shadow in the beautiful eyes, and the red lips opened lightly and said calmly: "You mean, can you resurrect the eleven ancestor witches?"

"Fengdu, don't be foolish. I can't even do such a thing, so why are you obsessed with it?"

"The great way is simple, the way of heaven moves, everything has its own rules, and the long river of time embraces the eternal years. Even if I become the six realms of reincarnation, I still have no way to do anything.”

Houtu was a little angry. It was obvious that resurrecting the eleven ancestor witches was a fantasy, but his beloved disciple had completely fallen into it since he talked about it in front of him last time.

Looking at this, I seem to be a little obsessed.

Under the purple-colored fairy skirt, a pair of slender white legs couldn't help but lift up and stacked together. The smooth soft flesh appeared and was faintly beautiful under the purple gauze skirt.

She is tall and her every move is majestic and sacred.

"Master, what I said at the beginning was true, and there was no false statement!"

"Although the disciple cannot yet achieve the ability to resurrect the ancestor witch, he can cross the long river of time and resurrect the powerful witch who fell in that year!"

A glimmer of light flashed in Fengdu's eyes, and a hidden gaze slid across the master's face. Seeing that his beautiful face was not moved at all, he showed a look of doubt.

He stopped talking, and with a big move, the Hongmeng Six Path Banners instantly appeared in his hand.

"Infinite Hongmeng, the ghosts gather again!"

boom!

With the power of reincarnation, the light of the great way burst out on the Hongmeng Six Path Banners in an instant.

The twisted purple air of Hongmeng erupted like crazy, and it was endless like a tide, and it filled the Pingxin Palace in an instant.

The complicated rune engraving seemed to come alive at this time, twisting constantly.

“Woo…”

The low voice from the ancient world seemed to ring at this moment.

In the blood-red wave, countless Hongmeng purple auras were mixed in it, and an invisible long river was like the fluorescence of the galaxy. If you look closely, the six branches swam freely in it.

Infinite extension, crossing the shackles of space!

In the Pingxin Palace, the dead aura spread for a moment, and the hostility filled it, and waves of low roars resounded through it.

The ultimate resentment swam out with the sharp breath of the blood evil spirit.

"This is!"

Hou Tu suddenly stood up from his seat, and his face finally showed a look of shock, his beautiful eyes full of incredible.

Her red lips opened slightly, looking at the scene in front of her.

The surging power of the six realms of reincarnation and the surging river of time, even as a saint, it is hard to hide his excitement.

Especially the extremely low, hoarse but full of evil growl, it seemed so familiar.

Rumble! !

Pingxin Palace shook violently, but a look of excitement flashed in the eyes of the Emperor of Fengdu.

"Xing Tian!"

"roar!!!"

With the final condensation of the blood evil energy, a tall body slowly emerged in the Hongmeng purple energy.

The terrifying evil spirit of the witch clan seemed to have substance, and the prehistoric aura from ancient times made people intimidated.

Empress Houtu felt trembling and looked at the tall body.

The corpse with a broken shape has two breasts as eyes, a belly button as mouth, one hand, the Netherworld Purple Axe, and the other hand, the Heavenly Stems Shield.

Although he has no head, he is hard to defeat.

Great Witch, Xing Tian!