"So it's an esteemed guest of the Celestial Court. Apologies for not coming out to welcome you." A man walked out from behind the soldiers. Although he had Yin Qi on him, he was not much different from a normal person.
Everyone was shocked. This was the reincarnation of a corpse, and his body had given birth to a new spiritual consciousness. Such a person was definitely an expert. He must have had a great background when he was alive, and his status in the Underworld would not be low.
"Sealing off the Celestial Court. Is this how you treat an esteemed guest?" The few people who came looked unhappy. They had been in this important town for a few days and had already investigated clearly.
"You know that this kind of teleportation formation costs a lot, and we are only operating it to break even." Although the ghost general's face was pale and bloodless, he looked very elegant. He wiped his mouth with a silk handkerchief, like a vampire aristocrat from an ancient castle who had not seen the sun all year round.
"This must be Uncle-Master Zhang Yang. We have received a report that you are returning to the Celestial Court." The bald man came forward and greeted Zhang Qingyang and the others politely. He stated his identity as one of the eight disciples of Huahua, known as Vajra Buddha.
He did not pay attention to the man from the Underworld. Instead, he introduced the current situation to Zhang Qingyang and the others. The Celestial Court was sealed off by the Underworld, and there was some trouble.
After learning of Zhang Wenchang's identity, Vajra Buddha and the others hurriedly bowed and said, "Greetings, Uncle-Master."
Zhang Wenchang was speechless. This was the disciple of Ye Fan's disciple. In the blink of an eye, hundreds of years had passed, and the new generation had replaced the old. It made one sigh at the ruthlessness of time.
Until now, people of the generation of Ye Fan and Zhang Wenchang were already more than 500 years old.
"Sigh, you guys have ignored me. How embarrassing. No matter what, I am a ghost general of the Underworld." The man threw the silk handkerchief in his hand, his face a little cold.
"Who dares to look down on the Underworld? We are returning to the Celestial Court, and we would like to borrow your path. Can you open the teleportation formation?" Vajra Buddha asked.
"Oh, a hundred kilograms of Daluo Silver Essence will do," the pale ghost general said with a gentle smile on his lips.
"You've gone too far." A monk at the back shook his shovel and frowned.
"Let's talk things out. We're all people of status, and we need to be reasonable. Without divine materials, this path really won't work. Why don't you stay for a few days and help the Underworld do some things to repay your debt?" The Ghost General's smile became even brighter.
"Pa!"
A straw sandal flew over. One of the sadhus behind the Vajra Buddha kicked off a shoe and threw it at the Ghost General's bright face. "I'll step on your face."
He was very direct. When faced with this kind of arrogant person, Ku Toutuo's simple and crude method was very effective. It made the other party's smile freeze on his face, and he became incomparably cold.
"You still don't know who I am, do you? I'm the first child of Jiu 'er. If anyone from the Celestial Court wants to go over, leave an arm behind!" He completely shed all pretense of cordiality.
Everyone in the area retreated. Everyone knew that Ye Fan had a grudge against the Underworld. Back then, he had killed Longevity Celestial Being's disciple and the Chaotic Sky Seven Heroes in the First Imperial Pass.
Putting all this aside, the divine physique was destined to be entangled with the Underworld in his later years. They were natural enemies!
This battle naturally broke out, and it became the fuse. The Ghost General was very powerful, and the Vajra Buddha was not an ordinary expert either. The two fought fiercely.
In the end, Zhang Qingyang made his move. He opened his mouth and spat out a jade cauldron. The power of faith flowed out like a waterfall, directly drowning the area.
"Ah …"
The Ghost General screamed. He was a Yin spirit, so he was very afraid of this kind of thing. His entire body started to burn.
Zhang Qingyang was not very strong, but his research on the power of faith had reached the acme of perfection. He knew that it was a great deterrent to Yin spirits.
"You want to stir up trouble in the territory ruled by the Underworld with such a small amount of power of faith?" A woman's dignified voice sounded.
The mistress of the Nine Children of Ghost Mother had arrived. Her entire body was surrounded by Nine Nether Green Flames. She sat on a golden carriage with a phoenix crown on her head. Her green hair danced in the wind, and she had 18 Yin hands.
The expressions of the Vajra Buddha and the others changed. They were in charge of investigating the blockade, but they did not expect to meet such a powerful commander of the Underworld. The other party was definitely the Great Sage.
"I hate the name Celestial Court. It's best to eradicate the Celestial Court before eradicating God's Organization," Ghost Mother said coldly.
Zhang Qingyang, Long Yuxuan, Zhang Wenchang, and the others' expressions changed. This woman was very strong. She was not just an ordinary kind of scary. Her whole body flowed with ghost god rings, and her cultivation was profound. She was a top expert among the Great Sage.
"Don't wait for me to do it myself. End it yourself. Of course, don't damage your bodies. I still need them to refine ghost soldiers and ghost generals," Ghost Mother said coldly.
However, when she saw Zhang Wenchang, she was very dissatisfied. "Too weak. You can die now." She pointed a finger at him, wanting to turn him into ashes.
"You think you're infallible. Do you really think you're a supreme being? Do you think you can rule over the world? That's my Uncle-Master. How dare you offend him?! "
A loud shout came from the sky. Following that, golden light surged over like an ocean, cutting through the sky and sending Ghost Mother flying. She coughed out large mouthfuls of blood, and the bones in her body crackled.
In the sky, a figure like a golden god of war descended. He stood tall and straight, and his whole body was covered in divine rings. He looked incomparably divine.
"Yang Xi pays his respects to Uncle-Master." He bowed respectfully.
The crowd was in an uproar. Many people in the city felt their hearts tremble. Who was Yang Xi? He was the disciple of the Saint Physique Ye Fan. He was also a Saint Physique.
In the past twenty years, who could contend against him? When Ye Fan didn't appear, he fought in his master's stead, sweeping through the universe. His most famous battle was three years ago, when he killed the Overlord. Bathed in the Overlord's blood, he shook the heavens.
"I pay my respects to my two senior brothers." Yang Xi then bowed to Zhang Qingyang and Long Yuxuan.
"You … trespassed on the borders of the Underworld!" Ghost Mother said.
"Scram!" Yang Xi shouted, causing her to cough up more blood. She staggered backwards.
"Good, good, good. You've humiliated us. In the future, you'll definitely fall to the Underworld and be reincarnated!" Ghost Mother said ruthlessly, then turned to leave.
She knew that no matter what, she wasn't Yang Xi's match. One had to know that Yang Xi had killed the Overlord, who had shaken the heavens. He was invincible under the Quasi-emperor.
Moreover, it was rumored that this Saint Physique wasn't far from breaking through to the Quasi-emperor level. He could take that step at any time.
"I hate it when people threaten me." Yang Xi raised his hand and pressed forward.
"No!" Ghost Mother shouted.
However, she was completely powerless to resist. A huge golden palm pressed down, directly smashing her into a bloody mist. Broken bones flew in all directions, then burst into flames. Both her body and soul were destroyed.
"There won't be any problems, right?" Long Yuxuan asked.
After all, the Underworld was a colossal entity. Provoking them would be earth-shattering, incomparably shocking, and could possibly lead to great trouble.
"It's fine. Master said that we won't provoke them. However, if they bully the Celestial Court, we'll kill them without hesitation," Yang Xi said, revealing a mouthful of snow-white teeth.
The Underworld soldiers who had been arrogant just a moment ago were all scared witless. They had never thought that the person they had provoked would have such a powerful background. It turned out to be Ye Fan's disciple, and that the weirdo they had made fun of was actually a friend of Ye Fan's. Just thinking about it made their scalps go numb.
Some of the soldiers trembled. They were directly suppressed by Yang Xi's powerful aura and collapsed to the ground, their bodies trembling uncontrollably.
It looked like a small battle, but a big storm was about to blow!
In the Celestial Court, Ye Fan looked at the Bodhi leaves one after another, silent. The jade-green leaf on his fingertip was very heavy. It was engraved with five hundred years of prayers, five hundred years of reflection, and recorded the power of time.
In the end, the Bodhi leaf turned into a rain of light and disappeared from his hand, leaving him in a daze.
After an unknown amount of time, he turned around and walked towards the deepest part of the Celestial Court. There was a Bodhi Tree there, which was now more than ten zhang tall and glistening with emerald green.
"Father!"
A little girl with a childish voice called out. She staggered as she ran over. She looked to be about one year old, and was a delicate little girl.
"Slow down, Little Violet. Don't worry." Little Nan Nan was also only two or three years old, but she was like a little adult, guarding by the side, taking care of the charmingly naive little girl.
The night was dark, and the Bodhi Tree was glowing. Ye Fan turned around and revealed a doting smile. He squatted down and scratched Little Violet's nose, then patted Little Nan Nan's head.
"Father … Hug." Little Violet was struggling to walk, and her speech was not very clear. She looked very young and tender.
When she was born, she was very special. She could run and jump, but she was sealed by Ye Fan. He was afraid that if she cultivated too quickly in the future, there would be some hidden dangers.
Ye Fan picked up the naughty little girl, who was climbing up his body, and patted her gently, letting her fall asleep.
Not long after, Ji Ziyue walked over and took the little girl from his arms dotingly. Then, she walked towards the palace in the distance.
Under the Bodhi Tree, Ye Fan was lost in thought as he looked at the starry sky.
Little Nan Nan sat obediently at the side and said softly, "Big Brother, what are you thinking about?"
"I'm thinking about how to become stronger."
"Nan Nan, help Big Brother. Those bad guys won't dare to come. Don't be afraid." The little girl said innocently. She already knew what she meant to the Celestial Court. Even if she didn't do anything, she could intimidate the most terrifying person like the Emperor.
"Big Brother's heart is very uncomfortable. Someone used the power of hope to leave a letter for me in the human world. Finally, I know her whereabouts. I want to go to the Underworld." Ye Fan said softly.
"I'll go with Big Brother." Little Nan Nan blinked her big eyes, raised her head, and said sweetly.
"No, you can't leave the Celestial Court. Many eyes are watching." Ye Fan shook his head.
"I don't know if I can come back. If I leave like this, it will be too irresponsible. If I don't go, my heart will burn." Ye Fan said. He needed strength. He needed to have the supreme cultivation to fight a Supreme-Being. He needed the Divine Body to be completed!
"I want to create a new technique and complete it in the shortest time possible!" Ye Fan stood up, his eyes filled with determination.
That night, Ye Fan listened to Zhang Qingyang talk about the wondrous use of telekinesis, as well as the possibility of reincarnation.
"Blood exists by borrowing the body of later generations. Generation after generation, it is tempered and nourished. Divine sense takes form and sits in the hearts of all living beings." Ye Fan muttered to himself. This was the result of his further deduction.
"Master, take precautions against these people. They might really have an afterlife. In the future, there might be unimaginable enemies." Zhang Qingyang said.
"My Dao is in this world. I don't seek an afterlife. I want to be invincible in this world and crush everything." Ye Fan said resolutely.
Two days later, Yang Xi came to the Bodhi tree and reported in a low voice, "Master, I accidentally killed Ghost Mother."
Ye Fan nodded, indicating that he understood.
Yang Xi didn't leave and said, "I accidentally killed Ghost Mother's master again."
"If people don't offend me, I won't offend them," Ye Fan said.
"I was also careless and killed Ghost Mother's master's master."
"If people offend me, don't force them. There's no need to hold it in," Ye Fan said again.
"Yes, that's why I killed another ancestor of theirs," Yang Xi said shyly.
Ye Fan was speechless.
However, Yang Xi still refused to leave.
"What's wrong?"
"I also killed a Ghost Marshal. It's almost certain that he's going to become the Quasi-emperor soon. He's going to be a powerhouse of the Underworld."
Ye Fan couldn't help but ask, "How many people did you kill?"
"After I left, they ambushed me. When I killed a young one, they provoked an old one. I killed a total of 108 generals of the Underworld," Yang Xi said nervously.
When Ye Fan heard this news, he was shocked. He believed that the outside world must be in an uproar. Those were 108 Ghost Generals of the Underworld! That was equivalent to 108 planets being wiped out because they had lost their guardians.
In reality, it was just as Ye Fan had predicted. The elites of the Underworld had ganged up on Yang Xi, injuring him severely. In a fit of rage, Yang Xi had slaughtered all of them and destroyed the flags of the 108 stars of the Underworld.
"What else are you hiding?" Ye Fan asked.
"The Underworld Prince, Yama's Son, and Hell's Son have all come out to kill me."
These three were the next successors of the Underworld. In the future, one of them would be the Underworld Palace Lord, and his status would be frighteningly high.
"What's the result?" Ye Fan asked.
"The Yama's Son was killed by my senior brother, Ye Tong," Yang Xi said honestly.
Ye Tong had become the Quasi-emperor ten years ago. His strength was unfathomable, and he was on the same level as the Ancient Prince. Now, his name shook the universe, and he was known as the reincarnation of the Sacred Sun Emperor.
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