"Nine-turn Phantom Soul Grass is a unique product of our Nine-turn Netherworld! Brother Murong took office not long ago and has only been practicing for more than three thousand years. Naturally, he doesn't know about it!" Mr. Xie shook his head and put his hands on his chest.
, seems to have some unspeakable secrets.
Murong Feng was silent for a long time after hearing Young Master Xie's words. To be honest, this was indeed the first time he had heard of the Nine-turn Phantom Soul Grass! Now that he heard that it was unique to the Nine-turn Netherworld, Young Master Xie had a serious look on his face.
, which shows the importance of this grass to the Netherworld.
"To be fair, Master Xie, this is the first time I have heard of this elixir, and I would like to ask Master Xie for some advice!" Murong Feng bowed his hand to Master Xie.
"Brother Murong, you don't need to be polite. You shouldn't take the advice seriously. In other words, in the Nine Netherworlds, although I am the Lord of the Underworld, there are still ten Lords of the Netherworld. I believe Brother Murong also knows this." Young Master Xie said.
Murong Feng nodded: "How could I, the ten Plutos, not know this? Is it possible that the Nine-turn Fantasy Soul Grass is the private property of a certain Pluto?"
Young Master Xie chuckled, shook his head repeatedly and said: "Brother Murong misunderstood, how could this magical medicine be the private property of a certain Hades, the Nine-turn Fantasy Soul Grass, a product of the Great Dao! It is my Nine-Nude Nether Realm, the underworld.
Among them, the treasure of the town!"
"The Jiuqu Nether Realm governs life and death, and governs reincarnation. Among them, the three mansions and six cities are the core of the entire Netherworld. Among the three mansions, the Underworld is the first, and among the six cities, the Jue City is the most important. Among them, the status of the Underworld is vaguely higher than that of the Jue City.
, because the Six Paths of Reincarnation are in the underworld! What’s more, there is a place called Purgatory in the underworld, and this place is directly connected to the realm outside the realm: the Netherworld Sea of Blood!”
"This nine-turn fantasy soul grass has the effect of repairing the avenue of chaos. The six-path reincarnation is not natural, but man-made. Therefore, the operation of the six-path reincarnation will continue to cause damage to the heavenly path, and this nine-turn fantasy soul grass,
It’s because God has the virtue of being good at life, so he was born for this purpose, and uses the Great Way to supplement the Heavenly Way and maintain the normal operation of the Six Paths!”
Speaking of this, Young Master Xie stopped. At this moment, although he explained the use and importance of the Nine-turn Fantasy Soul Grass, he still felt embarrassed that he didn't know how to face Murong Feng. After all, there were sentient beings in the world on one side, and on the other
He is the younger brother of Tianzun.
Murong Feng was thoughtful at this moment, nodding his head repeatedly, as if listening to Mr. Xie's words was better than reading ten years of books: "Young Master Xie, there is no need to be melancholy. You don't want the Nine-turn Phantom Soul Herb in the underworld. This herb
It’s about the movement of heaven and all living beings. As a deity in this world, how can I ignore the people of the world because of my own selfishness!"
As soon as these words came out, an invisible awe-inspiring aura of caring about the common people and benefiting all people filled the small garden, and the light rain in the sky gradually stopped. There is no sunshine all year round in Jiuyou. At this moment, although there is no sunshine, there is
The sky is clear and the wind is gentle. The world that has just been washed by the rain seems particularly fresh at this moment, and the dull air has become refreshing. Water drops are constantly dripping between the sky and the earth, and on the trees, playing the moving "tick-tick-tick" sound.
Melody, from time to time, in the distance, the sound of magpies can be heard in the woods, and there is silence between heaven and earth.
Young Master Xie laughed loudly and praised: "Brother Murong is so courageous! With Brother Murong in charge, it is a blessing for all the people in our world!"
"Young Master Xie, I am a god, and it is my duty to care about the common people! It is my responsibility to benefit all people! If I don't do it for my people? Who else can do it for them?" Murong Feng looked at the horizon.
, a royal aura soared straight into the sky!
"Brother Murong, in fact, there is more than one Nine-turn Fantasy Soul Grass. General Luofeng's injuries can still be saved."
At this moment, Young Master Xie was completely shocked by such a momentum. He recalled that he was also a generation of Underworld King. Although he was evil, extremely evil, and was known as Young Master Xie, how could he be compared to Murong Feng's awe-inspiring majesty as a mere Xie?
Compare?
Thinking of this, I still felt a little inferior in my heart, but in a flash, I returned to normal. Evil is absolutely evil. It is inherently evil, and it is inherently evil. In this case, why bother to compare with others? If you compare, you can still be called evil, and you can still be called evil.
Call it absolute?
Murong Feng chuckled, with a kind of indifference in his laughter: "What Young Master Xie said means that there may be one in the Netherworld Blood Sea?"
"Haha, the one who knows me is Brother Murong!"
"Originally, there were two Nine-turn Fantasy Soul Grass in the underworld. Three thousand years ago, the former Heavenly Lord Gu Chengkong went crazy and caused a glass banquet. The other Heavenly Lords from the Five Realms worked together to suppress him in the Netherworld Blood Sea and imposed a seal.
At that time, there was only one luck-suppressing thing in the entire seal. I, the Jiuyou Realm, saw that the Heavenly Lord of this realm had fallen to this level, and was embarrassed. At that time, Hades of the Underworld asked me to donate a Nine-turn Fantasy Soul Grass.
Be the thing that suppresses luck."
Murong Feng stretched out his hand, held a head of long black hair, smiled at the corners of his lips, and said disapprovingly: "My heavenly doctor Tian Xuanzi also said before that when I went to the Netherworld Blood Sea, I found traces of this grass. That's why I came here.
When looking for it, you always have to face what you have to face. You can neither escape nor force it! Perhaps, this is the great road."
Young Master Xie smiled and said: "Brother Murong, what you said is true, but now that General Luo is injured and cannot afford to default on his debts, it is better to go to the netherworld and ask the Hades about the nine-turn phantom soul grass quilt.
Where to put it and whether it can be retrieved. If it can be retrieved, it is best. If it cannot be retrieved, you need to think of another way."
"Okay, in that case, Mr. Xie, let's say goodbye. The days are long. Next time we meet, you and I will play a song together! Let's have a drink together!" Murong Feng clasped his hands in fists and moved his body slightly, as if he was about to leave.
At this moment, Young Master Xie hurriedly stepped forward, grabbed Murong Feng's arm, and said: "Brother Murong, wait a moment, Jiuqu Netherworld, in the underworld, Brother Murong is not familiar with the world. When can I get it if I go here?"
Miraculous medicine? Why don't I accompany you and go together? I just happen to be bored in this small garden of mortals every day, and I'm a little tired."
Murong Feng laughed and said: "Since Mr. Xie has such leisure and it is difficult to refuse such kindness, then, please!"
"Brother Murong, please." Young Master Xie replied with his hands in hand.
I saw two water-like energy fluctuations in the small garden, flashing past, and immediately, the two people disappeared out of thin air, leaving only the wine glass in the garden that still exuded the aroma of wine, and the plain piano that still flowed with pure music.
..
Jiuqu Netherworld, in the underworld, in front of the gate of hell.
"You dare to hit me! Do you know who I am? I am Prince Jiang's nephew. You...you...you dare to hit me!" In front of you, a man in ragged white clothes with a ferocious face and a fierce look in his eyes.
There is a mixture of gangsterism and dandyism, as well as fear and awe.
"Quickly go! Get the hell out of me, the prince, I am the prince here!" Yiyin Sima said, holding up a long whip that emitted flowing light, and beat the man in front of him who claimed to be the prince's nephew. Every whip was full of fierceness.
Every time the whip is used up, it is accompanied by pitiful screams and the dissipation of the soul.
"Money? It's useless! Women? Can those prostitutes in the world stand up to me? Get out of here!" With a snap, a whip with electric light fell down, and a scream sounded again in the empty passage of the underworld.
.
Help! Spare my life! Help me! Ah!... All kinds of miserable screams filled the world, lingering around for three days without stopping, like resentment, admiration, weeping, and complaining. The lingering sound lingered like a wisp.
The lurking dragon dancing in the secluded ravine, the concubine weeping in the lonely boat...
At this moment, outside the gate of hell, the dull air that seemed to have condensed into a solid body suddenly fluctuated violently. From it, two figures, one green and one red, came out of the air!
"Ah! God! God, please help me. I have an eighty-year-old mother, a three-year-old son, and a frail wife at home. They can't live without me~!" A middle-aged man approached the team.
, first noticed the fluctuations in the space, turned around and saw two "living gods" appearing in front of him through the sky, and shouted quickly.
As soon as he finished speaking, all the ghosts turned around and saw two gods behind them, with red faces, feather fans and turbans, and brocade robes. There was also a faint flash of golden light behind them. They ignored the crazy beatings of the bull-headed and horse-faced ghosts and knelt down to worship them.
, some were crying and shouting, some were calling mother, some were calling father, all kinds of things. The whole scene was miserable.
At this moment, the blind horse-faced Yin Si who was responsible for escorting these ghosts jumped up in front of the two of them. Since his official position was too small, although this horse-faced Yin Si was the head of all the Yin Si present, he had no respect for Ming Lord Xie Shao.
know.
"Two immortals came to my Jiuqu Netherworld. The younger one is a little disappointed. I wonder if the two immortals have any advice?" Ma Mian Yin Si cupped his hands and asked, showing a bit of integrity in his words.
"Hurry and report to King Cui Ping that Young Master Jiuquxie wants to see you!" The man in green chuckled and said casually.
"Jiuquxieshao? Then I wonder what I call this Taoist friend." A slight smile appeared on Ma Mian's head, and there was a feeling in his heart: Jiuquxieshao, this name is so familiar.
The man in Maple Clothes snorted coldly and threw out four words: **Tianzun!
"**Tianzun?!" Ma Mian Yinsi staggered, and the question in his heart was suddenly solved: "Jiuqu Xie Young Master, isn't he Lord Ming! I'll go..." Suddenly he felt that he was struck by five thunders, and his mind was filled with confusion.
It was so mushy that for a while no human words came out of the horse's mouth.
"Go quickly!" A golden light flashed in Mr. Xie's eyes, shining directly on Ma Mian Yin Si's eyes. Suddenly, Ma Mian Yin Si's mind became clear, and he suddenly thought of the two great gods in front of him. They would never be offended. Hurry up.
Say goodbye and leave on the clouds.
"Brother Murong, this is my Jiuqu Netherworld Underworld!" Young Master Xie said, pointing to the three big characters "Ghost Gate" on the city gate.
Murong Feng was not interested in paying attention to the scene in the underworld. Instead, the crying and shouting around him attracted his attention: "Young Master Xie, I wonder why there are so many souls here crying for injustice?"
Young Master Xie turned his head and looked into the distance, seeing the dragon-like line of ghosts behind him. He couldn't help but shook his head and said, "Brother Murong, although these ghosts are called injustices, none of them are truly injustices."
"Oh? Young Master Xie is so sure?" Murong Feng frowned and looked at the old lady in front of him. She had no strength to restrain a chicken and was severely beaten with an electric whip by a ghost, but she felt pity for her.