Taoist Quick Wear

"Six Paths——present——"

The little saint spoke with great effort, as if he had spent all his strength to say every word.

He still looked the same, but a little thinner.

There were still marks of chains on his neck, and he looked a little embarrassed.

Every word he uttered carried great power, and countless black dust rose from the whole world.

Ordinary people could not see these, and some animals began to panic, but after all, their intelligence was limited, and they only felt that something big was going to happen, and they were uneasy.

This was a fragment of the six paths of reincarnation, which reappeared in the world because of the little saint.

The little saint looked at Si Qingyan with a pleading look on his face.

Just like he wanted to play Happy Candy Crush not long ago.

His eyes were clear, without dust, like a quiet lake.

"Reshape the six paths of reincarnation?" Si Qingyan asked.

The little saint nodded.

Behind Si Qingyan, a raging blood flame ignited, and the entire underground world turned into a sea of ​​fire.

He was still wearing the black sweatshirt with the word "Justice". His thick eyelashes cast a shadow on his pale face.

The black dust was melted and turned into tiny ink beads, which flowed into the six-path wheel under the seat of the little saint, filling the gaps in it bit by bit.

It is not difficult to rebuild the underworld.

First, repair the six paths of reincarnation, and then merge the underworld and the netherworld into one.

The little saint played a pivotal role, and Si Qingyan personally repaired the reincarnation.

The six paths of reincarnation will determine which path to put the soul into according to the merits of the soul that entered it. The operating principle is very simple. The real difficulty is to repair the laws related to reincarnation.

Fortunately, Si Qingyan is very good at it.

When he was just born, he had nothing.

He could only pick up some discarded spiritual treasures and materials to toss.

He worked day after day with clean hands, patching up for another year.

Later, he picked up a fallen moon star, repaired it and used it as a weapon, which was very useful.

He held the moon star and swung it vigorously, and no matter what was on the other side, it would become a spare part.

Although the six reincarnations in this world are a little broken, they can still be used after being pieced together and repaired.

The little saint stared at Si Qingyan with an admiring look.

After the huge black wheel was pieced together, there were still countless exposed cracks on the surface, and some places were bumpy, and the missing parts completely disappeared in the world.

It made a roar, as if it wanted to restart.

But there were too many cracks.

Every time it turned, there would be countless sounds of breaking.

The light in the little saint's eyes dimmed slightly, and eye-catching blood and tears flowed from the corners of his eyes.

Even if he had been listening to the Ksitigarbha Bodhisattva, he could not use the power of words and spells to order the reincarnation to be restored as new.

The six reincarnations were really broken too badly.

The once majestic totem was smoothed by time, and the solemn momentum disappeared.

It was broken.

The sound of breaking became louder and louder.

Like the world was crying.

"Cough..."

The light in the little saint's eyes became dimmer and dimmer, and a large mouthful of blood spurted out of his mouth.

Summoning the fragments of reincarnation with his own strength was an overload for him.

Even if... even if he failed, he couldn't stop.

For old friends, for justice, for all living beings...

Si Qingyan closed his eyes silently and tapped his brows.

A drop of light golden liquid floated out...

That was his soul blood.

Gods are the collection of laws.

Using laws to repair incomplete laws will definitely fix them.

Moreover, the world he lives in is higher than this world in terms of level.

"Cough... cough..."

Blood and tears flowed from the corners of the little saint's eyes, staring blankly at the drop of light golden blood.

That was the blood of God.

It is said that this world was created by God...

The blood flames around Si Qingyan dimmed, and seemed a little unstable.

He opened his eyes, but couldn't see anything, and was a little uncomfortable for a while.

It seems that he needs to make up for it...

It's not like before, I feel that my body is hollowed out...

The blood of God fell on the six reincarnations, and countless golden ripples appeared around it.

The phantom of a giant beast emerged from the golden light and was engraved on the six-path wheel.

A white tiger with wings on its back, a giant snake hundreds of feet long, a muscular ape, a ferocious immortal...

All of them were creatures that Si Qingyan had killed.

In every drop of blood, there were the roads he had walked and the people he had seen.

The cracks healed quickly, and the missing parts were replaced by new statues. The six-path wheel was brand new, standing there, sinking deeper than Mount Tai.

"The underworld - together -"

The little saint smiled gratefully at Si Qingyan, but saw that the other party's eyes were dull. For a moment, his mind was shocked and he spit out blood again.

He wanted to ask, how are you, your eyes...

But he couldn't say a word more.

Before he died, Ksitigarbha passed on the art of words to him.

So far, his words are no longer free.

The power of the spell is limited, and it can only be used to reshape the underworld.

Even... even if his parents died in front of him, he couldn't say a word.

He kept silent for countless reincarnations.

Ksitigarbha's listening is loyal.

Countless years of waiting, countless sacrifices, can't fail because of his own needs.

The gate of the underworld opened with a bang, but no monster came here to make trouble.

The underworld was collapsing and there was a tendency to collapse. If you are not careful, your soul will be scattered. The monsters dug three feet into the ground and hid tightly, not daring to make a sound.

White fog filled the sky, and the underworld overlapping with the Yang world was stripped out and automatically thrown into the gate of the underworld...

A green dragon can be vaguely seen taking off in the white mist, breaking off the ghost realms that are entangled with the Yang world and throwing them into the underworld.

Si Qingyan calmed down for a while, and a blurry picture reappeared in front of his eyes. He could vaguely see the outline, but couldn't see the details clearly.

At this moment, the underworld was in chaos, and the ghosts and ghosts inside found that the world had changed as soon as they opened their eyes. Although the new world is in ruins, it has a very real feeling, unlike before where the world always felt shaky and insecure...

They heard a childish voice coming from above the nine heavens——

"Reincarnation——initiation——"

Rumble——

The dark wheel began to spin again.

It is evenly divided into six parts, each with a different light color. The highest realm of gods is silver, the realm of humans is gold, the realm of asuras is blood, the realm of hungry ghosts is white, the realm of animals is gray, and the realm of hell is black.

"Edict...as Lord of Hell of the Underworld——"

"I consecrate Qinglong as the God of the Four Seas, and I confer the King of Chujiang as the Lord of the Second Palace, and take charge of the other palaces until the original palace owner returns from reincarnation or a new king is established."

"I confer Qi Yao as the Divine General of the Underworld..."

In the newly established underworld, the ghosts and monsters all looked confused.

Who is decreed to be the King of Yama?

Why is the name blurred?

The long-lived monster is a bit confused. Isn't Qiyao a short-legged black dog?

What's going on?

Si Qingyan received the blessing of destiny from this world, and her vision gradually became clearer.

The Little Holy Son was sitting on his knees in the ruins, his whole body turning blood red.

Numerous cracks appeared on the body, like broken porcelain, and blood flowed downwards along the cracks.

"Thank you...you..."

The power of the speaking spirit has been exhausted, and the little saint son can finally speak.

He raised his head and gave Si Qingyan a grateful smile.

Just like when we first met, he is well-behaved, obedient, and a little silly.

Just this smile seemed to affect a tall building on the verge of collapse.

The little Holy Son was about to fall to the ground and was held in Si Qingyan's arms.

"You have divinity and should be regarded as the way of heaven." Si Qingyan gently touched the forehead of the little saint.

There is a golden sigil there.

It symbolizes the identity of the Little Saint Son as the heir to the way of heaven.

Listening carefully can identify the good and the evil, detect the wise and foolish, be born extraordinary, and have made great achievements in the world. It just so happens that the way of heaven is incomplete, so it is time for someone else to do it.

"In this life, I don't deserve justice... I'm going to find them..."

The illusory light and shadow appeared in the little saint's eyes, which were exactly what his parents looked like.

I wanted to speak several times, but held it back.

Finally...it's all over.

"Okay." Si Qingyan touched the little saint's head.

The child closes his eyes and his breath disappears.

The soul turned into a light and shadow and was thrown into reincarnation.

The eighteen levels of hell still need to be rebuilt. This can be left to Jiang Yao, who has experience.

Think about it, there is still a lot to do...

Si Qingyan immediately decided to recruit Xiao Xie to work, as there was an urgent need for labor.

If you search carefully, you can still find a lot of coolies, such as those weird ones, who can be used as much as you like.

Weirdness is a special ghost created when the Yang world and the underworld overlap. As long as you die at certain specific moments and meet certain conditions, you will have immortality.

Normal methods of killing ghosts cannot kill them, so they can be made to search for ghosts in the Yang world and captured in the underworld.

Xiao Xie can be responsible for recruiting ghost servants and running the underworld.

Luo Junchen seems useless...continues to guard the goal.

When the little Saint Son finishes his life and becomes the Dao of Heaven, nothing will happen to him.

Si Qingyan sat in the ruins belonging to Yan Jun, feeling that the words "Everything is waiting for something to be done" were heavy...

Xiao Xie was sitting on his throne, with a thick stack of files beside him, recording each ghost's achievements, karma, and how many years of work he had to do to avoid punishment.

"The ghosts who have special skills stand on the left, and those who don't, stand on the right."

Xiao Xie's face was full of exhaustion.

Let’s take care of things here for the time being, and then go see his mother.

Everything in the world was going well. Luo Junchen went to Luo Xingchen to help Xiao Xie take leave, and he also got a salary increase and the treatment was very generous.

Xiao Xie feels like a mule, always having endless challenges...

So tired.

In comparison, the elusive Yan Jun was much more relaxed.

"Those who can build houses will go out and report to Yan Jun."

"The rest of the ghosts are waiting for orders."

"Monsters are treated equally."

"If you want to die, I won't force you. Just run. If you can escape, I will lose."

Xiao Xie flicked his forty-meter-long sword with a calm posture.

This is what Yan Jun recently learned from picking up rubbish in the underworld. He is very skillful...

Life, life, there will always be little surprises that make people look forward to it.

Si Qingyan brought back the mortal Manzhu Shahua and placed it in the newly built Palace of the King of Hell. He poured some water on it every day and the fragrance was very pleasant.

He trained the soul of King Youjian into the jade coin, which greatly shortened the operation cycle of the jade coin.

Sometimes I won't get anything from wandering around in the underworld for four or five days. Sometimes when I go out, there are treasures everywhere. Those that were usable were repaired by Si Qingyan and placed in the treasury, and those that were unusable were separated into materials and stored in categories.

Wei Sixian's body was also placed by Si Qingyan in the Palace of Hell, next to Manzhu Shahua.

Maybe one day they will wake up again.

Jiang Yao retrained the Eighteen Hells, and was busy every day, always thinking of some new punishments. For example, his newly built Mirror Prison can return the damage that the prisoner has inflicted on others to the prisoner twice, and it was widely praised as soon as it was born.

Although the Dragon Prince's hobbies are a bit unique, it does not prevent those who flatter him from flattering him.

Occasionally, he would bring Du Xiaoluan to pay a visit to Si Qingyan, and every time he gave a lot of gifts.

Finally one day, Jiang Yao saw the young Yan Jun in black clothes and black crown, carrying a clear moonlight, disappearing on the high platform...

"See you later."