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Chapter 1292

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The fight between Ji Hao and Netherworld Hierarch ended within a twinkling of an eye.

When they looked at each other and grinned, Tushan Inkstone hurriedly rushed into the small world with his guards. Before he said a word, a series of metal clangs could be heard, as over ten Tushan Family guards were smashed into the small world, vomiting blood.

"Ahyaya … Shermie, stop! They're family!" Seeing the broken armors of those guards and the deep imprints of Ji Hao's fists on their bodies, Ji Hao hurriedly shouted out.

"Yes, Shifu!" A hazy silhouette dashed in like a bolt of lightning. Shermie clenched his fists. The extremely negative soul-splitting glove on his fists had been releasing a dazzling silver flame, dazzling Ji Hao's eyes like needles.

"Cold, cold, cold!" The guards who were sent flying in by Shermie tremblingly lied on the ground, twitching. Soon, large patches of silver-blue ice appeared on their bodies.

"The extremely negative power!" Netherworld Hierarch exclaimed as he glanced at the ice on these guards' bodies, then at Shermie's glove. His heart skipped a beat again — This glove was made with an excellent craftsmanship. In Netherworld Hierarch's eyes, this glove was perfectly made, and the combination of materials and spell symbols was perfect.

Netherworld Hierarch knew that Priest Po, Yu Yu's first disciple, was an extraordinary craftsman. Priest Po had even successfully copied pre-world supreme treasures and pre-world spirit treasures. Although those treasures weren't as powerful as the original ones, they were seventy to eighty percent similar to the original ones.

However, this pair of gloves was clearly not made by Priest Po, because it didn't feel right.

Netherworld Hierarch looked at Ji Hao with a complicated feeling. Did Ji Hao make this pair of gloves, which could hurt enemies with the extremely negative power, and attack souls? This little disciple of Yu Yu, apart from his unreasonably great personal power, did he also have such a terrifying tool-crafting skill?

Netherworld Hierarch pondered silently. Even his original body, Netherworld Priest, couldn't be as good as Ji Hao in the art of tool-making, could he? The craftsmanship contained in this pair of gloves was truly amazing, even making Netherworld Hierarch feel tired.

"We're all on the same side. It's a misunderstanding!" Ji Hao chuckled and walked to those guards who fell on the ground. As he wielded his broad sleeve, wisps of silver mist surged out of their bodies and merged with Ji Hao's sleeve.

Ji Hao locked his fingers together and cast a spell with a low voice. Following his moves, a clear stream of light dazzled out of his hands. The surrounding natural power vibrated slightly, transforming into a dense life-force and surging into the bodies of these guards. Soon, their consumed spirit blood and life-force were all replenished. Stimulated by the strong life-force, their wounds healed speedily.

"Senior?" Tushan Inkstone glanced at Netherworld Hierarch in confusion, then looked at Ji Hao. Pausing suddenly, he hurriedly put his face to Ji Hao and asked, "May I ask, are you Marquis Yao? Eh, eh, that crayfish, is, is, is Marquis Yao? "

Ji Hao laughed embarrassedly, then rubbed his nose and laughed, "Hah, it's a misunderstanding, a misunderstanding. I was wondering why Tushan Family opened a shop in the water-kind camp in Kui Gate. I thought that Tushan Family had colluded with Gong Gong Family … I was looking for a chance to wipe out this shop, but I didn't think …"

Cold sweat oozed out of Tushan Inkstone's forehead. He helplessly showed the whites of his eyes, then glanced at Netherworld Hierarch with a lingering fear.

If Netherworld Hierarch didn't stay in this shop, and if he didn't open the shop in this place to trap those water-kind spirit creatures, Ji Hao might not be able to take two or three punches from this shop. Based on Ji Hao's reputation of slaughtering water-kind creatures in the past two years, this shop probably wouldn't be able to survive two or three punches from him.

"How could our Tushan Family ever do that?" Tushan Inkstone's heart was cold. He laughed and said, "We did that because we wanted to cooperate with you, Netherworld Hierarch. This is a mission given by Emperor Shun himself!"

The broken screen was replaced by a new one, and the broken wall was repaired as well. Next door, in the simple, elegant parlor, Ji Hao and Netherworld Hierarch sat facing each other. Tushan Inkstone brewed and poured tea for them himself. Tasting the tea, Netherworld Hierarch, Tushan Inkstone, Ji Hao, and Netherworld Hierarch talked about what happened in detail.

The story was simple. Netherworld Priest occupied the netherworld area, and was a dominator in this area. He wasn't interested in living creatures, but he liked to collect powerful souls, especially the souls of warriors who died in bloody battles, with a strong will of fighting. Those souls were his favorite.

Other than the souls of those warriors, Netherworld Priest also liked to collect the corpses of powerful warriors, especially the corpses of the extraordinarily strong ones. Those corpses were the best materials for him to make zombie warriors.

Therefore, this time, when Gong Gong raised the flood to hurt the humankind, Netherworld Priest was the happiest one.

Leaders of the alliance of human clans had always been working closely with Netherworld Priest. During the flood in the past few years, through the alliance of human clans, millions of corpses of all kinds of powerful water-kind creatures were delivered to Netherworld Priest.

The harvest gained in the past few years was enough for Netherworld Priest to live extravagantly for hundreds of years. However, seeing that the flood-control mission was coming to an end, Netherworld Priest still wanted to make a fortune from those water-kind creatures. After all, the current water-kind army was supported by the twelve water worlds. Before, there weren't so many water-kind creatures in Pan Gu world!

Therefore, Netherworld Hierarch sent one of the three clones he created, Netherworld Hierarch, with quite a number of 'Chaos devil remains', similar to the shells of Netherworld soul-eating giant crayfish. With the power of Tushan Chamber of Commerce, Netherworld Hierarch secretly entered the nine water gates.

In the past two months, through all kinds of channels and excuses, Tushan Chamber of Commerce had already sold a batch of 'Chaos devil remains' to tens of 'kings', who had countless warriors under their command. As long as these 'kings' cultivated themselves with the Netherworld magic, they would gradually turn into Netherworld creatures. Instinctively, they would spread the Netherworld magic among their own kind, and let their own kind cultivate themselves with the Netherworld magic.

With the radiation of the 'Chaos Devil God's remains', after a while, when the secret Netherworld magic gradually takes effect, ten percent of all water-kind spirit creatures in the nine water gates would become ghost soldiers under Netherworld Hierarch's command.

If Netherworld Hierarch and Tushan Chamber of Commerce were given more time to spread more 'Chaos devil remains', Netherworld Hierarch might be able to empty a big half of the water-kind army in the nine water gates and turn all of them into his own warriors.

"The Nine Underworlds, which has always been empty and desolate since ancient times, can finally have a little more people." Netherworld Hierarch raised his head, seeming to be intoxicated. He sighed and said, "I didn't waste my eighteen hell clones."

"Eighteen hell clones?" Ji Hao curiously asked Netherworld Hierarch.

"Hmm, you're my friend Yu Yu's disciple, so I won't lie to you. Eighteen hell clones is one of the great Dao I tried." Netherworld Hierarch pondered for a short while, then grinned and said straightforwardly, "The Netherworld is divided into eighteen levels. Each level is called a hell, and each hell has a great Dao."

"I am Netherworld Hierarch. I merged the great Dao of the eighteen hell clones with eighteen hell clones, then merged into eighteen clones. When the eighteen clones merge into one, I look like Netherworld Hierarch!"

Netherworld Hierarch explained slowly, and Ji Hao was fascinated by his story.

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