The six ghost flags and sky ghost claws that lost their masters also lost their source of power and fell to the ground without moving.
After killing Zhang Tianyu with one blow and grabbing the Six Ghost Flag and Heavenly Ghost Claw, Zhuang Wuming looked a little gloomy.
Although the enemy was killed, his identity was unusual, and someone from the underworld was likely to appear next.
"It seems we must return to Emei as soon as possible."
"After all, it was the people from the underworld who made the first move, and Emei couldn't have ignored it. However, if Emei made the move, I might have to pay some blood."
"After returning home, hand this pair of Six Ghost Flags and Heavenly Ghost Claws over to Drunk Taoist Master to see if you can play cards with them."
Zhuang Wuming is not a young man who doesn't understand everything. He has experienced society and doesn't know its rules.
Even if the world changes again, it will remain true to its roots.
At this time, on Mount Emei, an old Taoist priest frowned, opened his eyes, and counted with his fingers.
"Underworld, this person is not bad, and he has made a great contribution. In addition to the green robe, he buried a chess piece in southern Xinjiang."
He pinched a spell in his hand, raised his hand, and a stream of light flew up and fell towards Mount Emei.
The drunk Taoist suddenly woke up and looked at the talisman falling from the sky.
He raised his hand and took it into his hand. He frowned and said, "It turns out to be the underworld. This kid is quite capable of causing trouble."
The ninth level of hell in the underworld is where the frying pan hell is located.
A black-faced gangster with a ferocious face was cooking up a prisoner, throwing him into a frying pan and frying him continuously.
Seeing him screaming in the oil pan, there was a look of intoxication on his face.
In the underworld, there is a ghost servant under the command of Hei Wuchang, and the ruthless official King Ali.
Suddenly his face changed, he pinched his fingers, and his face became condensed.
"You are so brave, you actually dare to touch my disciples of Ali."
He turned around and waved his hand, and a black light door appeared. He stepped in and the next moment he appeared in the underworld city of Fusidian.
I saw him arriving in front of a mansion and striding into the gate.
When the ghosts in the mansion saw him, they all said respectfully, "Master."
"Hello, sir."
Ali looked gloomy and ignored these ghosts, walking straight towards the stables.
In a luxurious stable, a black horse with only four white paws was taking a nap.
"Yuxue is up, please come with me for a walk."
"Xi Lv Lv"
With a neighing sound, the dark cloud-covered snow-covered head stood upright and came to Ali's side very smartly and obediently.
After getting on his horse, Ali looked gloomy. He pulled the reins and saw that dark clouds and snow had already rushed out of the mansion.
Da da da
It turned into a black wind and rushed through the city of Fusui, rising towards the infinite land of the underworld.
Zhuang Wuming appeared hundreds of miles away at this time and completely entered Emei's sphere of influence.
He devoured the roasted meat he made and quickly recovered his consumption.
In order to rush on the road, he used shadow travel while eating, and rushed hundreds of miles away in one breath.
After looking at Mount Emei, which was visible to the naked eye in the distance, Zhuang Wuming breathed a sigh of relief.
"When we get here, probably few people dare to take action randomly."
Zhuang Wuming finished his meal and looked slightly relieved.
The spirit of gluttony came into play, quickly infusing life energy into his body, allowing him to recover quickly.
Half an hour later, Zhuang Wuming stood up and walked forward.
Walking on a main road, caravans passed by from time to time.
After walking for a while, Zhuang Wuming stopped and his expression turned serious.
I don't know when a horse and a person appeared in front of me.
Of course he wouldn't care if he was an ordinary person, but the red and black official uniform of the underworld looked very familiar to Zhuang Wuming.
"It came so quickly."
In the attribute board, the person opposite him was completely a black hole, and his terrifying aura made him feel the pressure of death.
The real destructive powerhouses are not those who just push their combat power to the destructive level.
Zhuang Wuming narrowed his eyes, took a step forward, burned 1 point of will directly, and stepped into the shadow to travel ten miles away.
But when he stepped out of the shadow, what he saw was still the government property, looking at him expressionlessly.
His heart was beating wildly. For the first time, he foresaw someone who could catch up with his shadow shuttle speed.
Zhuang Wuming's eyes fell on this person. Only his name was visible - Ali.
"Your Majesty, why did you stop me?"
"You know in your heart that if you want to leave after killing someone, you are thinking too well."
Ali's face was as black as a black pot, and he looked at Zhuang Wuming expressionlessly.
Zhuang Wuming's heart sank, "Sure enough, they are here."
"This is wrong. Anyone who kills will always be killed."
"Since you want to kill me, you must be prepared to be killed."
"He died in vain. He was incompetent. Who can blame him?"
Hearing this, Ali nodded, "Yes, you are right. His death was in vain because of his own incompetence."
"But as a master, it is only natural for me to avenge him. If I kill you, you will have no complaints."
Zhuang Wuming's face condensed, "I think you know my identity, a disciple of the Emei Foreign Affairs Hall."
"You must have the confidence to resist Emei."
It is very dangerous at this time. Zhuang Wuming is looking for opportunities. If there is a problem, he will use all his strength to travel through the shadows.
This place is too close to Emei, and any power fluctuation cannot escape Emei's vigilance.
Killing people from Emei within the range of Emei would be equivalent to blocking the door and slapping him in the face. Even if Ali was super strong, he believed that Emei would never let him go.
Ali's face was ferocious, "Emei, so what about Emei, the people who kill me in the underworld will be of no use when they get there, my underworld is the truth."
"The same goes for Emei."
"Is that so? King Ali, please don't be too full of words. There are some things you shouldn't say carelessly."
A figure appeared silently behind Zhuang Wuming.
The smell of alcohol hit his face, but Zhuang Wuming's face lit up. He had indeed guessed correctly, and Emei responded quickly.
"Drunk Taoist, drunk swordsman, you dare to come forward."
Ali, the cool official, looked gloomy, "Don't forget, there is an agreement between Emei and the underworld."
"We will help you reincarnate, and you must not be enemies of the underworld."
"This man killed our people in the underworld. Why don't you hand him over to me and give me an explanation?"
"Believe it or not, I will report it to the King of Hell, and then you, Emei, may not look good."
"Okay, cool official King Ali, stop being alarmist here."
"Your underworld has no choice. If you don't help our disciples from the major forces in the world, believe it or not, your underworld will be attacked by a group of people."
"And the reason for this is that your disciple committed suicide. If you want to kill someone, you must be prepared to be killed."
The cool official king Ali's eyes turned cold when he heard this. He naturally understood what the drunk Taoist said.
In fact, his real purpose was not to kill Zhuang Wuming, he was just a greaser.
He is just a disciple, and when he dies, he dies.
"Hmph, no matter what you say, if he killed my disciple, he must give me an explanation. Otherwise, what will I do in hell to convince the public?"