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She felt a terrible burning sensation.

She couldn't imagine the despair she would feel if she faced that sword head-on.

"Wait... We are the Kings of Hell..."

"If you kill us... the underworld will be thrown into chaos..."

"In this way, there will surely be widespread suffering and death!"

……

Within the Dinghuo Golden Crow Sword Qi.

The nine Yama Kings felt an unparalleled and terrifying pressure.

If this sword were to fall, they would most likely be annihilated, both in body and soul.

Forced by circumstances, these high-ranking Yama kings of the underworld spoke up.

"Hehe, sorry, I'm late."

Ning Chen smiled coldly, completely ignoring their pleas for mercy.

What chaos in the underworld, what suffering and devastation...? Did they ever care?

In this magical world,

Everywhere there are wandering ghosts and zombies, and demons are everywhere.

It is clear that these Yama Kings are completely indifferent to the air and have absolutely no effect whatsoever.

"If there is indeed unrest in the underworld, I will rebuild it myself. You need not worry about it!"

Ning Chen's voice was cold as he pointed a finger.

The sword, blazing with golden flames, finally fell.

Amidst the piercing screams,

The enormous bodies of the eight Yama Kings transformed into pure soul power.

The dim light on Yama, whose life force had already dissipated, was now distorted and indistinct.

As if it had transcended time, trailing a long, luminous tail,

It disappeared into the horizon in an instant...

"Why not pursue them?" Zhong Qingling asked, puzzled.

Ning Chen held a crystal-like ball of light in his hand and said:

"He was spared on purpose, solely to replicate his memories."

Once I find out Qingyangzi's identity, I'll go to the underworld and give him a fatal blow.

Zhong Qingling nodded slightly, her cheeks flushing as she gazed at Ning Chen's profile.

"Let me see just who this Qingyangzi really is..."

Ning Chen possesses the memories of Yama,

Immerse yourself in it, slowly reading the memories within.

A short while later, he slowly opened his eyes. "So it was him."

The image of Qingyangzi surfaced in my memory.

He was a long-faced Taoist priest with black beard and long hair.

Although Ning Chen had never seen this person in person,

But I was familiar with his appearance; I had heard Uncle Nine mention him before.

"Shi Jian, that Thunder and Lightning Dharma King..."

Ning Chen muttered to himself, then his gaze fell on Zhong Qingling.

Then, like a hungry tiger pouncing on its prey, he embraced her in his arms.

Zhong Qingling's cheeks flushed; she had missed him dearly after not seeing him for so many days.

The two were immediately joined together, the sky as their blanket and the clouds as their bed.

The sea of ​​clouds was churning, for reasons unknown.

……

After resting in bed for a few days, Uncle Nine

I felt like I had regained some strength.

Jiale helped him get out of bed and walk.

At this moment, Qiu Sheng and Wen Cai rushed in in a panic.

The two said anxiously:

"Master, we're doomed! We've gotten ourselves into trouble again!"

When we watch a play, we don't realize that the other spectators are all ghosts.

We beat up the ghost messengers and let all the ghosts escape..."

Uncle Nine sighed deeply.

I've had the worst luck imaginable.

None of the disciples he took in were reliable; they only caused trouble.

Left with no other choice, he had to ask the ghost messengers to come to his door to discuss ways to make amends.

That night, four ghost messengers came to the door, and Uncle Nine ate something that looked like a mud ball.

They started communicating with them in ghost language.

A moment later, Qiu Sheng saw the ghost messenger leave and asked:

"Master, what do they want?"

"Simple, just bring the dead back to them."

"Huh? There were dozens of people there at the time, maybe even hundreds..."

Wen Cai said in a low voice.

Uncle Nine remained silent and began to perform rituals.

"Master, what are you doing?"

Wen Cai noticed that Uncle Jiu's handprint looked somewhat unfamiliar.

It doesn't seem to be a spell or incantation to exorcise ghosts.

"Call for reinforcements."

Uncle Nine then took out the Bagua Mirror and unleashed a burst of magical power.

The magic power shone brightly and landed on the Bagua mirror.

"Maoshan Soul Palace!"

In an instant, Wencai and Qiusheng felt a golden light before their eyes.

When they came to their senses, they found themselves in a two-story hall.

This is where the disciples of Maoshan discussed matters in their dreams.

By default, it can only be used in life-or-death situations to ask fellow disciples for help.

Wen Cai looked around and saw that everyone there was someone he didn't recognize.

Even Yotsumi and Chizuru weren't among them.

This only means that the two of them are not asleep.

"Is it you two causing trouble because of the heat again?"

A familiar soft laugh sounded behind me.

Qiu Sheng and Wen Cai were overjoyed and excitedly exclaimed, "Junior Uncle!"

Ning Chen had just finished and felt refreshed.

Just as she was closing her eyes to rest, she felt Uncle Nine's call and thus entered her dream.

"Junior brother, this... this is such a small matter, there's really no need for you to take action!"

When Uncle Nine saw Ning Chen, he immediately felt a little embarrassed.

Junior brother these days

He often had to clean up after those two good-for-nothing brats.

Uncle Jiu felt extremely ashamed when he thought about these things.

therefore.

I originally intended to handle this matter quietly behind my junior brother's back.