There is a barrier space deep underground as Zhou Yi's eyes reach.

The surroundings are covered with restrictions and magic arrays, which isolate the outside world's exploration. From the deep breath of demonic power, it can be seen that this is the work of Ping Jiangjun.

In the barrier, an ordinary old man sat upright, wearing a blue-gray cloth robe, his eyes were closed, but he also showed his extraordinary demeanor.

He was surrounded by a thick purple aura, and the bright light bloomed like a blooming purple lotus.

But in addition to Ziwei's energy, there were other auras in his body, with mixed energy, like a monster.

Zhou Yi's eyes were frozen on the old man's face, like the ancient well's Zen heart was rippled with a ripple, and his eyes became more and more complicated.

After a while, he let out a gentle sigh and fell to the ground, giving a deep salute to the old man underground.

"Amitabha. It's been a long time since... Mr. Xu."

The sound fell, and the old man in the cloth robe in the depths of the earth did not move at all, his eyelids did not raise his eyes, as if he had not heard it.

However, Xu Zhiling, not far away, had a trembling body and showed excitement: "Holy monk, do you mean that my father is here too?"

Zhou Yi nodded slightly, and he could naturally understand Xu Zhiling's mood at this time.

At the end of last summer, Xu Gong resigned and returned home, saving himself in a wilderness. Not long after returning to the mansion, he left the Xu Mansion and visited his friends. After that, there was no news, like a leisurely cloud and wild crane. He had never returned to his hometown in Wenhe County for most of the past six months.

Not to mention Xu Zhiling, even Zhou Yi felt something was wrong - there was no information about Xu Gong in his black small characters.

Unexpectedly, I met Xu Wentai, the former prime minister of the Secretariat again, and was in such a situation.

The Xu Gong underground had extremely complex qi mechanisms in his body, not only had the purple-wei qi, but also the luck of Wenzong, and the demonic qi of the water ape, but also contained a blood-like evil aura.

But there is no breath of living people.

This made Zhou Yi think of someone - Bai Wuchang and Cui Ying'er.

Cui Ying'er, who was controlled by Ma Lao, was a living dead man. Ma Lao restrained the blood evil spirits of Lingnan and tried to refine Cui Ying'er into a flying zombie.

At present, Mr. Xu's aura is actually 80% similar to Cui Ying'er in the past!

For no reason, Zhou Yi felt a little annoyed.

As his cultivation and Taoism became more and more advanced, he had not had such an emotion for a long time.

"Mr. Pingjiang, I trust you so much. You are actually making such an idea! Do you want to use the blood evil spirits of Lingnan creatures to refine Xu Gong into a zombie?"

Boom!

Another thunder came down from the sky in the distance.

Through the gray storm fog, you can vaguely see the thousand-foot white ape suddenly retreating backwards.

"Holy monk, you have wronged me!

Things are not what you think. My husband and I are friends in times of distress.

For the general trend of the world, after a total of the plan, I had no choice but to come up with this bad plan."

Pingjiang Jun is dedicated to three purposes. While building fields, he competes with Ao Nitian and sends a voice to Zhou Yi.

Naturally, his speed of building fields, including the power of his attack, quickly declined.

The Thousand-Step Black Dragon can be seen with the naked eye and continues to expand its leading advantage amid the cheers around.

"Holy monk, you must believe in me!

After this battle, the old ape will explain all this to you!

Mr. Xu and I are really allies!"

Zhou Yi's expression was cold and he did not respond to Pingjiangjun.

If he takes action at this time, Nanjiang Longzu and Ao Nitian will not stop him, but may even stand on his side, and Pingjiang Jun will definitely die.

In other words, Ping Jiangjun knew that he might fall into such an unfavorable situation, but he still insisted and was also gambled.

Bet on Zhou Yi and believe in him.

"But the little monk only believes in what I see...Soul viewing."

Zhou Yi opened his eyebrows and raised his eyes.

His eyes were like a beam of golden light, shooting through the underground barrier and directly towards Xu Gong and Xu Wentai.

Mr. Xu's current state is that his body is not dead, but his soul is out of his body and wanders away, like a flying kite, surrounding his body.

As Zhou Yi's divine power was opened, the three souls and six spirits were separated and turned into the whole. In the soul, there seemed to be a small black character ready to move, appearing and appearing faintly.

"I am the monk Yichen who was saved by you last summer, so I will naturally not harm you.

I just want to know what happened so much that you fell into the field that you are now.

Mr. Xu, Mr. Xu, the little monk knows that you can hear my voice, but you can't answer me on your own initiative.

You just need to think about it.”

Zhou Yi just finished speaking, densely packed small black characters flew out of Xu Gong's soul and danced around the sky.

It is obvious that Mr. Xu has been trapped for a long time and cannot speak, and no one has found him to speak, so he has been suffocated.

Through the black small characters, Zhou Yi saw an unknown past about Xu Gong and Ping Jiangjun.

"I see……"

The story has to start many years ago when Mr. Xu had not resigned.

Because his ex-God Emperor Chen Longyun has pursued immortality for many years and liked art.

At that time, there were many "experts" in Chang'an City.

Although the upper and middle Taoist sects among the seventy-two arts and Taoist sects in the world are very strict in their jurisdiction and do not easily enter the world.

However, some disciples from the lower sects, including idle art practices from the northern border, the Western Regions and overseas, have already heard of the news and have been mingling among noble families and giants. For a time, even the people on the streets and alleys and the markets kept their mouths looking for immortals and practicing, and the atmosphere in the capital has changed drastically.

Xu Wentai and some loyal and righteous ministers have been advising each other for many years, but the results have been minimal.

Chen Longyun kept offering rewards to the outside world for eternal life. Those so-called masters either offered elixirs, offered rare grasses, or directly used magic to change their destiny against the will of heaven.

However, Chen Longyun was not a king who was easy to fool.

Whenever a master of arts presents elixirs or performs a magic trick, he will always arrange prisoners in advance to test the medicine or exercises for him.

Later, the guards were ordered to kill the prisoners.

Some prisoners were beheaded and could still speak.

Some prisoners were dismembered by five horses, but they could sew on their own.

Some prisoners were cut in half and actually grew back into their lower body.

But it can only be repeated two or three times at most, and no prisoner can live forever.

A master suggested to Chen Longyun that he would be born and practice skills. Chen Longyun was not stupid. He knew that once he left the Dragon Chair Emperor's Power, all his promises would become a passing cloud.

Gradually, Chen Longyun became tired of these masters of art and no longer summoned them all day long.

Mr. Xu originally thought that His Majesty could give up his thoughts of pursuing eternal life, and from then on, he would shift his energy to political affairs.

But unexpectedly, His Majesty heard from somewhere that an old eunuch in the palace who had lived for several dynasties and had a strong interest in the old eunuch. The old eunuch didn't know what he said to Chen Longyun, but he actually asked this smart ex-Emperor Tang to serve him with courtesy and learn the method of immortality from him.

Xu Wentai naturally would not sit idly by and watch such a ridiculous thing happen.

He entered the palace to advise, scolded the eunuch for ruining the country, and asked His Majesty Chen Longyun not to be bewitched by demons, nor to continue pursuing the illusory way of immortality.

What happened afterwards was that the well-known His Majesty Chen Longyun was busy in seclusion and refused to meet. Xu Gong resigned from his official position in anger and returned to his hometown in Wenhe County.

But before this, something happened that almost no one knew.

The night after Mr. Xu scolded the old eunuch, he was worried and unable to sleep. Suddenly, he heard someone knocking on the door outside.

Before he could get up and open the door, the door opened automatically.

An old man in black coat walked in and claimed to be a servant from his hometown.

Although Mr. Xu is old, he is protected by the world's literary talent, with clever ears and eyes, and has a great memory. He has never seen such a servant in his impression, and immediately scolds him loudly.

The old man raised his head, and a sneer appeared on the strange face without facial features, and said, "Xu Wentai, if you were a little confused, you would not have ended up like this. The master asked me to tell you that you didn't have to die so early, but unfortunately, your mouth was too vicious and your whole body was destined to die of festering."

After saying that, the old man in Mai, who held the three-colored strange stones in his hand, turned around, and a giant eye appeared behind him. His eyes opened and a silver light shot at Xu Wentai.

Xu Wentai was shocked and trembled all over. Then he opened his eyes and found that it was not yet dawn and he was dreaming.

A few days later, he left the capital.

Along the way, he felt sick and in poor health. Until he passed Jiangzuo Road and was about to reach Jiannan Road, a large tumor blister finally emerged from his body, and the surrounding skin began to ulcerate.

Only then did he realize that seeing the old man Mai who had eyes glowing behind him that night was not dreaming.

When he thought about this clearly, it was too late...

"It's the ghost king on the back."

When Zhou Yi saw this, he immediately understood.

That night, the ghost that Xu Gong dreamed of was the ghost king who was now one of the three ghost governors in the underworld.

However, at that time, this quasi-Nether Ghost Gesture governor was still serving the one in the Chang'an Palace. He was under control and was his own master, so it was not his fault.
To be continued...