Primordial Era: A God-Level Choice, Possessing Zhao Gongming at the Start.

Chapter 450 Battle Against the Ten Kings of Hell: Fengdu Makes its Move

Mosquito Taoist spoke up and told Houtu his plan directly. Houtu smiled slightly after hearing it.

"Making havoc in the underworld? That's interesting. Let's do it your way then."

Time flies, and another period of time has passed in the blink of an eye.

On this day, while Sun Wukong was sleeping, his spirit suddenly left his body and involuntarily flew towards the Netherworld.

After entering the Netherworld, Sun Wukong suddenly woke up.

He looked at the unfamiliar world before him with a puzzled expression.

"I was clearly sleeping, so how did I suddenly end up in this Netherworld?"

Sun Wukong was also very clear about the origin and function of the Netherworld.

The Netherworld was created by the compassionate and virtuous goddess Houtu.

It contains the Emperor of Fengdu, the Ten Kings of Hell, and a million ghost messengers; it is a world of the dead.

All living beings in the Three Realms, after their demise, must come here to report.

Of course, this excludes cultivators at or above the level of Great Luo Golden Immortal.

The Great Luo Golden Immortal comprehends the power of the laws, cultivates the eternal and indestructible Dao Fruit, transcends the Three Realms, and is not within the Five Elements.

The Netherworld is naturally not qualified to govern such a powerful being, but all cultivators who have not reached the level of a Great Luo Golden Immortal are under the jurisdiction of the Netherworld.

Although Sun Wukong has not yet become a Great Luo Golden Immortal, he has achieved the Five Elements Convergence Perfection and become a Golden Immortal with Imperishable Golden Intent, whose lifespan is almost endless.

And since there's no great calamity of wind, fire, or thunder descending at this time, why would they suddenly end up in this underworld? It doesn't make any sense at all.

It's likely that behind this is the same force that was behind the old white monkey of Flower Fruit Mountain back then, which is...

Sun Wukong's eyes were faintly looking westward. On the nameless immortal island, he didn't do much serious work, but he certainly read a lot of books.

To see the whole picture from a glimpse is not enough; the true meaning is beyond the comprehension of outsiders.

In any case, Sun Wukong had a very clear understanding of himself.

With my current abilities, I'm no match for the underworld.

Sun Wukong turned around, just as he was about to return to Flower Fruit Mountain by the same route.

Suddenly, a group of demons and monsters appeared and surrounded Sun Wukong.

In the Thirty-Three Heavens, in the Pure Land of Ultimate Bliss, beside the Eight Treasures Merit Pool, Cundi and Jieyin smiled slightly.

They carefully observed the images projected from the underworld.

After causing havoc in the underworld, the great calamity of the westward journey officially got on track, and his great prosperity in the west was just around the corner.

Although this trip to the underworld cost some money, as long as things get done, it doesn't matter.

In the underworld, beyond the Gates of Hell, countless ferocious demons surrounded Sun Wukong, their faces contorted with rage and murderous intent, slowly closing in on him.

At this moment, the calamity energy of heaven and earth reached its peak, and an indescribable aura of the Heavenly Dao suddenly descended from the heavens and entered Sun Wukong's body.

In an instant, negative emotions amplified without limit.

Sun Wukong's face turned extremely cold. Scheming, scheming, and more scheming.

Sun Wukong only wanted to live a long and carefree life on Flower Fruit Mountain, but why did his scheming seem to have no end?

"boom!"

A sudden surge of nameless anger rose in Sun Wukong's heart. His golden chainmail, phoenix-winged purple-gold crown, lotus-silk cloud-walking shoes, and Ruyi Jingu Bang instantly appeared before him.

With a thought, he donned the armor, and an boundless fighting spirit, carrying the rage suppressed in his heart for countless years, suddenly erupted.

"boom!"

A shockwave, almost solidified, suddenly surged outwards in all directions.

Wherever it passed, no matter how ferocious the ghost, it let out a mournful howl and then vanished into ashes.

Then, with a sudden sweep of his golden cudgel, the hundreds of fierce ghosts surrounding Sun Wukong were all reduced to dust.

In the Netherworld, in the darkness, the Great Emperor of Fengdu, also known as Mosquito Taoist, clicked his tongue in admiration.

What a fierce monkey! No wonder it's destined to be a calamity, a talent nurtured by its master!

After passing through the gates of hell, Sun Wukong killed many evil spirits and demons, but the anger in his heart not only did not subside, but surged even more fiercely!

Gripping the Ruyi Jingu Bang tightly, he charged straight into the Netherworld.

Along the way, Mosquito Taoist had made proper arrangements. Countless vicious ghosts flew out, but Sun Wukong killed them one by one. Wherever he went, none could withstand his attack, and all of them were annihilated.

These vengeful ghosts are all evil spirits who committed countless murders in their previous lives.

Even if they don't perish at Sun Wukong's hands, what awaits them is the most severe and terrifying punishment in the underworld.

To die at Sun Wukong's hands, sparing them from this agonizing ordeal, was, in a way, a favor to them.

Under the overwhelming force of Heaven, Sun Wukong vented his discontent, and the resentment he had accumulated over countless years dissipated one by one.

When Mosquito Taoist felt it was about time, he led the Ten Kings of Hell to appear and ambush Sun Wukong.

"boom!"

In a corner of the Netherworld, in front of the Hall of the Underworld, black mist swirled, and ripples spread through the space.

Then several streaks of black light flashed, and ten figures suddenly appeared.

Leading the group was King Zhuanlun, one of the Ten Kings of Hell, with the other Kings of Hell accompanying him.

The Yama Kings had fierce and menacing appearances, and each of them possessed the aura of a peak Golden Immortal. However, the aura emanating from the Wheel King was the most terrifying, as he was a Taiyi Golden Immortal.

"You monkey, relying on your strength, you dare to wreak havoc in my Netherworld? Do you really think there's no one left in my Netherworld?"

King Yama, high above, slowly opened his mouth, his Daoist voice resounding like a great bell, instantly waking Sun Wukong.

Sun Wukong shuddered violently, and the crimson in his eyes receded like a tide, becoming clear.

"The Ten Kings of Hell!"

Sun Wukong stared in shock at the dozen or so figures before him, a hint of reminiscence flashing in his eyes.

Gradually, I remembered what I had done before.

Arriving in the underworld without knowing why, he wreaked havoc in the netherworld, killing countless ghosts, and even nearly broke into the Yama Palace.

Sun Wukong's face showed great fear; he could barely deal with the Yama Kings.

But further ahead lies the Hall of the Underworld, the sacred site of the Great Emperor Fengdu.

With his strength, he shouldn't even think about having the slightest chance of winning against the Emperor of Fengdu.

While Sun Wukong was in a daze, King Yama's arrogant voice rang out again.

"You monkey have committed a grave crime; surrender at once!"

After saying that, King Yama waved his hand and the Ten Kings of Hell flew out to attack Sun Wukong.

Sun Wukong was not afraid at all, and quickly gripped his Ruyi Jingu Bang and rushed forward to meet the challenge.

Sun Wukong possesses the physique of a war god, and even when fighting ten opponents at once, he seems to hold his own.

No matter how perfectly the Ten Kings of Hell coordinated their attacks, they were completely ineffective against Sun Wukong's impenetrable defense.

In the blink of an eye, the two sides fought fiercely for hundreds of rounds, displaying all kinds of supernatural powers and techniques, with waves of Taoist energy sweeping across the sky. Sun Wukong not only did not fall into a disadvantageous position, but gradually gained the upper hand as time went by.

At this moment, the Senluo Palace, not far in front of them, began to shake violently.

The Book of Life and Death and the Judge's Pen, two magical treasures, flew out from it. A dark, eerie light tightly enveloped the two magical treasures, radiating immense majesty!

(End of this chapter)