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After defeating the gods with passion, Tan Wenjie looked at the special buff "Loot" hanging on his body.

【Loot (Special Buff): Small chance to increase the drop rate of items, equipment, weapons, etc. when defeating enemies; Coverage: Attribute coverage/Area coverage】

It increases the drop rate and has no time limit, but he always kills enemies cleanly, scraping away everything he can, never letting go of a single thread. It's really hard to understand what the use of this function is.

However, now that there is a suitable opportunity to try, Tan Wenjie turned to look at Nezha.

"Wait, what are you going to do?"

Gods: “…”

Upon hearing the commotion inside, the Yin soldiers guarding the door couldn't help but shudder. They thought to themselves that the Black Lotus Messenger was truly ruthless. The Third Prince Nezha, known to everyone in the Three Realms, had actually been beaten so badly that he was screaming in agony.

He truly deserves to be an envoy of the Buddha Wutian; he still has a long way to go.

In prison.

Tan Wenjie was very disappointed that no equipment dropped.

"Where are the Wind and Fire Wheels, the Universe Ring, and the Fire-Tipped Spear? Why aren't any of them here?"

Nezha just glared angrily.

Although the gods didn't have a good relationship with Nezha, they didn't want to see Tan Wenjie constantly humiliating him. They felt a sense of shared fate, and who knew if Tan Wenjie would suddenly turn around and kick them?

These are all respectable deities; it's beneath them.

Guanyin Bodhisattva said, "Amitabha, the Three Realms are in peril right now. Since you have come all this way to help, why not tell us your plan in detail?"

"Bodhisattva, do you mean...?" asked the Sandalwood Merit Buddha, who was standing nearby, puzzled.

"I have some kind of connection with this benefactor."

Tan Wenjie asked in surprise, "You can still recognize me even though I've changed like this?"

Once they reach the level of being renowned throughout the heavens, even if their strength hasn't reached the transcendent stage, they will still be able to sense each other.

As long as it remains within the cultural sphere of Earth, the image of Guanyin Bodhisattva will never be lacking.

Hearing his answer, everyone's spirits lifted.

"I never expected that a real expert would come to my rescue."

"I don't know what to call it?"

"If you're really one of us, then why did you hit me?" Even Nezha curiously came over, his face showing no sign of anger.

With all their magical powers gone and reduced to prisoners, and Buddha reincarnated, their hopes were fading. But then a powerful expert suddenly appeared who could enter the underworld, instantly filling them with renewed confidence.

This is also a testament to Guanyin Bodhisattva's reputation; she says they are one of her own, and other deities have no doubts whatsoever.

"Even if I rescue you, what good will it do?" Tan Wenjie retorted. "You have no magic power at all now, going out would just be a burden to you."

"Please go out and help Wukong," said the Sandalwood Merit Buddha, "to find the reincarnation of the Buddha with him."

"Don't worry." Tan Wenjie nodded, indicating that he would definitely help.

He has already found the reincarnation of Buddha. As for whether to hand him over to Wutian or Sun Wukong, we'll decide later.

"Can you take back my magic weapon?" Nezha said. "I am an incarnation of a lotus root, and I am originally without a soul or spirit. It won't be long before I can reassemble my magic power and escape. If I have a magic weapon with me, my chances of winning will definitely increase."

Can I return the magic weapon to you?
Although they are both Nezha, the Nezha he knows is a tiny one, and this one wearing long johns doesn't count.

However, after Nezha reminded him, Tan Wenjie suddenly remembered that all the gods and Buddhas in the sky were now trapped, and even gods like Nezha, who did not have strong control over their magical weapons, had been disarmed.

Those imposters couldn't do much with the true god's weapons, so they just stole them to melt down materials and use them to forge and upgrade their own divine weapons.

It's my turn to get rich!

Tan Wenjie said with a serious expression, "You are surrounded by the Weak Water outside, and there is absolutely no way you can escape. You should stay here and wait for news."

"There's really nothing we can do?"

"Unless you are willing to give up all your supernatural powers and cultivation, jump into reincarnation, and escape through the reincarnation passage."

The gods remained silent: "..."

Tan Wenjie shook his head inwardly. He couldn't really say that Wutian was wrong. If a different group of gods could be chosen, the world might be a better place.

He said no more and turned to leave.

"Oh!"

The door was slammed shut.

Along with this came loud shouts: "The Black Lotus Messenger inside is fake! Oh no! Something's going to happen to the Netherworld! Quickly, go and invite the Buddha of No Heaven!"

All the gods' gazes fell on Tan Wenjie's back.

"..."

If nothing unexpected happens, it should be that the Sun Bull Head he left outside has been exposed—those good-for-nothing idiots who are good for nothing but fighting.

"You could even detect that?"

Tan Wenjie pushed the door open with one hand; the mere confinement of a prison cell could not possibly stop him.

The prison was already surrounded by the Weak Water. The Weak Water, which seemed calm and still, actually concealed a terrifying killing intent. Anyone who accidentally fell into it would surely die.

Tan Wenjie's heart skipped a beat, and he immediately opened the online store and selected the Yu Gong Yang purchase page.

[Rainmaker (Unlocked), a rain cloud sprite, capable of creating clouds and rain; Price: 1000 magic coins]

Buy!

"Bah."

Suddenly, the gods in the prison heard the bleating of sheep. Curious, they peeked over and saw sheep appear out of thin air, then bleating as they rushed toward the Weak Water.

The Weak Water, said to be impassable even by immortals, swept towards the sheep in an instant.

"What does he want to do?"

"What kind of mythical beast is this? I've never seen one like it before."

"This sheep is actually sucking up the Weak Water!" As a group of people exclaimed in surprise, the rain workers seemed to be frantically absorbing water like cotton cloth, forming a seemingly soft and fragile embankment that could not be breached no matter what.

They surrounded Tan Wenjie, and as he walked slowly forward, they moved gradually through the Weak Water.

"Amitabha." Guanyin Bodhisattva put her hands together in prayer.

Other gods and Buddhas also cast expectant glances, knowing that their side had suddenly gained a powerful ally, which would surely give them a favorable opportunity in this catastrophe.

After leaving the depths of the underworld, he didn't encounter a single ghost soldier along the way.

Just as he was wondering about it, he suddenly noticed that the Yin energy around him was pulsating wildly. His gaze jumped forward and saw a huge, dark mass of Yin soldiers, wielding weapons and baring their fangs and claws, attacking the two sun bull heads he had left at the Gate of Hell.

"Kill!" the ghost soldiers roared as they swooped down, but they were impaled by the steel forks thrown by the bull-headed demon as soon as they got close.

The bull-headed creature, swinging its arms with unparalleled ease, moved through the ghostly soldiers as if they were nothing. The ghostly soldiers were no different from paper figures in front of it. It was as easy as popping a fish bubble with a pinch of its five fingers. There was no special skill involved. With a vigorous swing of its two arms, it was like an iron hammer with a handle, crushing the ghostly soldiers that came near it.

Some unlucky ones had their chests crushed by the impact.

Some even had their heads smashed open.

Besides the howling, eerie wind, the air was filled with the ashes of countless ghostly spirits.

The ghost soldiers were terrified and dared not approach. Who can tell me that this thing can be called a bull's head? This is clearly the Bull Demon King, and there are two of them at once!

"Buddha Wutian is almost here."

Suddenly, someone let out a roar, and the ghostly soldiers, who had just been hesitant to retreat, suddenly charged forward like madmen.

In the blink of an eye, Tan Wenjie could no longer see the two sun bull heads; only two dark, mountain-sized clumps remained, like ants embracing an elephant, tightly packed together.

“Buzz—Boom!!”

Crimson rays pierced through the netherworld.

Vast numbers of ghost soldiers died, the newly formed ant ball of ghost soldiers was broken apart, and the two sun bull heads silently tore apart the siege with their hands and eyes.

The corners of his eyes still held a lingering red warmth.

Tan Wenjie, who was watching from a distance, unexpectedly gained something: as his own Sun Bull went on a killing spree, he actually made some unexpected gains.

It seems to be a buff effect.

"boom!"

A bull-headed creature smashed the head of a ghost soldier with its fist.

[Soul Power +5]

[Soul Power +5]

The money arrived in two consecutive transactions.

Another bull-headed creature raised its hoof and crushed the head of a ghost soldier holding a mourning stick. The powerful physical force turned the ghost soldier into ashes, but two mourning sticks fell to the ground out of thin air.

"So that's it."

Lotus trees bloomed behind him, and the remaining eight sun bull heads emerged, silently charging towards the horde of ghost soldiers.

The ghostly soldiers, who had been struggling to hold on just moments before, collapsed instantly after the arrival of massive reinforcements.

In the battlefield of the underworld, crimson rays shot from his eyes, sweeping and cutting relentlessly.

Suddenly, an indescribable sense of fear came from above. Tan Wenjie ignored the Sun Minotaur, held his breath, and tried his best to minimize his presence.

"boom!"

A beam of black light flew by, striking the Sun Bull's head and pinning it to the spot.

Upon closer inspection, the black light turned out to be a black lotus.

Despite his seemingly physical combat abilities being no weaker than the Thousand-Year Demon King, the Sun Minotaur's magical power is actually quite poor, only at the level of an ordinary Yin soldier from the Underworld.

Faced with the Black Lotus's trapping and killing, the Sun Minotaur was powerless to resist.

The ten black lotuses completely subdued the ten bull heads.

A mysterious figure, completely shrouded in darkness, flew in and landed in the center of the battlefield.

“Messenger!” Ghost soldiers immediately stepped forward and bowed.

"I have come on the orders of the Buddha Wutian." The black lotus messenger looked around. "You have truly disappointed the Buddha."

The ghostly soldiers bowed their heads again, whether out of shame or bewilderment, it was unclear.

After a brief rebuke, the Black Lotus Messenger made a hand seal, unleashing powerful magic from the black lotus above the bull's head, which quickly incinerated the bull's head.

"not good."

Even from a great distance, Tan Wenjie could sense the danger. If it burned any longer, even the steel-bodied Sun Bull would turn to ashes.

"boom!"

The black lotus flames suddenly expanded.

"Boom boom boom!"

The ten pillars of fire completely enveloped the bull's head.

When the flames died down, and no trace of the sun bull's head could be seen, the ghost soldiers loudly praised the Buddha Wutian for his great magical power.

"Oh!"

"As expected of the Black Lotus Envoy, he has already wiped out that bunch of minotaur bastards!" A minotaur soldier raised his fist and shouted, attracting the attention of the other minotaur soldiers.

You idiot, how dare you make sarcastic remarks about your own cow!

Hiding in the shadows, Tan Wenjie was secretly relieved. He had been worried that the Sun Bull Head would die, but unexpectedly, when it was on the verge of death, it automatically returned to the Lotus Tree of the Cold Marrow Spring with its remaining body and was once again wrapped in a flower bud to recuperate.

It will recover again in a short time.

The only drawback was that this recovery required the depletion of Tan Wenjie's own magical power. The terrifying drain of recovering from ten bull-headed demons simultaneously was something he felt he couldn't handle. (End of Chapter)