This is so dishonest!

Chapter 9 Two Taoists in Guixu
"An enemy?"

"Friends." At least for now.

Xuan Qing looked at the bubble in his hand. A huge portal was floating in the chaotic deep space.

"Is there anything wrong?" The goddess took a closer look and blinked her beautiful eyes: "When he sent it to me, I studied it specially and it seems there is nothing wrong."

"That's not necessarily true." Xuan Qing's eyes were deep. He saw the mottled marks of time on this portal. "What if I say that he sent this thing from the beginning of the world?"

"You mean..." The goddess widened her eyes, and then she saw a shocking scene: when Xuan Qing burst the bubble, an eternal and unparalleled aura leaked out from the portal, and through the portal, she saw an axe blade!
An axe blade that splits chaos!
Endless killing is condensed in one axe, and bloody rain follows. Chaos boils, and murderous aura surges like a black tide to the sky. The whole world is shrouded in the will of tyranny.

"Boom!"

Just when the goddess thought that the Axe of Creation was about to chop her down mercilessly, the Ghost Gate closed in time.

"Don't worry, this is just a brand." Xuan Qing refined the Ghost Gate in an instant. He looked at the portal hovering in his palm and seriously suspected that the scene just now was done intentionally by Hongjun.

This mark of creation should be a scene that Taoist Hongjun witnessed at the beginning of the creation of the world. He sealed it in the Ghost Gate and sent it to the underworld across endless time and space.

He was probably just waiting for Xuan Qing to give him a "surprise" when he mastered the Ghost Gate.

"I'm scared to death~" The goddess beside her patted her chest and breathed a sigh of relief. Although there was endless time and space between them, she had no doubt that once the power of the Axe of Creation was released, the Three Thousand Great Dreams would be shattered in an instant.

"Is this how all your friends give gifts?" The frightened goddess looked at Guimen with a bit of resentment in her eyes, "What kind of friends are you? They are not reliable at all."

"It's indeed unreliable!" Xuan Qing smiled. Combined with what Hongjun had said before, asking him to think carefully, this might be a way for the other party to show his strength.

A harmless branding this time? But what about next time?
"Hongjun, I look forward to our next meeting." Xuanqing said silently in his heart. He did not use "Pangu mechanics" to block the other party this time. He believed that Hongjun could hear it.

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Deep in Guixu.

Two young Taoists were squatting in a void with a calm demeanor. Each of them held a fishing rod and had been squatting there for quite a while.

Suddenly, one of the Taoists opened his eyes and said, "Alas, young people just can't keep calm. Why are you still serious?"

"What's the matter? Little friend Fengdu is unhappy?"

The other Taoist priest didn't move at all, and was concentrating on guarding the pole. "I think you, old Taoist priest, have nothing to do. If you want to give something away, just give it away. But you deliberately did that. I'm afraid people will be happy about it."

"I just wanted to open the eyes of the young people, didn't I?" The young Taoist Hongjun said cheerfully, "It's not easy for us to come here. We have to deal with both the demon god and Pangu. We finally achieved the Daluo Dao. Shouldn't we find someone to share our experience with?"

"Besides, the mark of the Axe of Creation is still very rare. I spent a lot of effort to seal it in the Ghost Gate. It's nice to keep it as a collection and look at it when you have nothing to do."

"Not to mention that I can comprehend Pangu Dao and maybe figure out a trick or two."

The young man glanced at Hongjun calmly and said, "You figured out a trick or two? Then when the time comes, my friend from Fengdu will use it to chop you, and you will behave yourself."

"That's impossible!" Young Hongjun was very confident: "Fengdu Daoyou is a very particular person. After all, I gave him a gift."

"A gift? You're just flattering yourself." The young man Yang Mei said disdainfully, "That originally belonged to the underworld, but you snatched it away in advance. Is giving it back now considered a gift?"

"What you said is not right." Young Hongjun was unhappy, "What do you mean by snatching it away in advance? That's called taking!"

"I got this from the sacred peach tree with my own ability, so what's wrong with using it? I got this first, which means it's meant to be to me!"

"Yes, yes, all the innate spiritual treasures in the entire prehistoric world are destined to be with you!"

Young Yang Mei couldn't stand Hongjun's shameless spirit. He had a lot of spiritual treasures on him, but he called himself "Pin Dao" all day long. If this is considered poor, then all the innate gods in the prehistoric world should not live.

"Hey! You really are right. I really have a connection with the innate spiritual treasures of the entire prehistoric world!"

Young Hongjun said seriously: "I tell you, when I have collected 3,000 spiritual treasures, I won't need them. I will just put them on my Chaos Stone and keep them as a collection."

Hearing this, the young man Yang Mei rolled his eyes at Hongjun and said, "That's great. When you have this collection, remember to let me know. I will be the first one to rob the rich and give to the poor!"

"Oh, look at what you can do. You've been sitting here for so long and can't even fish out an island, and you still want to rob the rich and help the poor?"

The young man Yang Mei held the fishing rod and glared at Hongjun: "Is it my fault that I can't catch fish from an island? Didn't you miscalculate the location? The fairy mountain you mentioned is not here at all?"

"How could I be wrong? The five immortal mountains are in Guixu."

"Tsk, you're so confident, but your hook is also empty, isn't it?"

Young Hongjun said, "How can you call fishing an empty hook?"

"Everything is predestined. When the time comes, you will catch it naturally. Don't rush it."

……

The netherworld.

After returning from the dream, Xuan Qing waited for the results of his weapon refining while studying the Ghost Gate he had just obtained.

Generally speaking, an innate spiritual treasure, like an innate god, is born from heaven and earth. Regardless of their grade, they all possess their own unique abilities.

For example, holding the God-killing Spear, he possesses supreme offensive power; stepping on the Fire Lotus of Karma makes him fearless of any karma; possessing the Kunlun Mirror allows him to travel through time and space; using the Pangu Banner, he can wield the Heaven-opening Sword Qi...

As the gateway to the underworld, Ghost Gate's primary ability is to receive the souls of all realms, and its second ability is to suppress the underworld.

As the number one god in the underworld, Xuan Qing can fully use his authority and combine it with the ability of Ghost Gate to seal all the exits of the underworld.

At that time, the place where the Ghost Gate is located will be the only entrance and exit to the underworld.

With it, no matter who enters the underworld, they have to pass through the Ghost Gate.

"There's no need to use the first ability now, but the second ability is pretty good." Xuan Qing nodded. With this, he wouldn't have to worry about someone robbing his house.

Now the netherworld has no need to receive the souls of the dead from all over the world. As long as I carry the Ghost Gate on my body, no one can sneak into the underworld.

Or, you could set up a huge killing array behind the gates of hell to capture all the unfortunate creatures lurking in the underworld?
Then, as Xuan Qing was studying, an idea suddenly popped into his mind.

"Since Ghost Gate has the ability to guide the dead souls of all realms, can I use it to go to any place in the Ten Thousand Realms?"

Xuan Qing did it right away. He applied the idea of the Anywhere Door and tried to use the ability of the Ghost Gate in reverse.

Then he raised his hand to the air.

A door handle appeared in Xuan Qing's hand.

It worked!
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