Chapter 18 Guanyin Suffers the Same Crime Again

"Who dares to make a noise in the underworld!"

The ten great ghost emperors appeared and questioned.

No matter who you are, even if you are a saint, you must be honest and behave in the underworld.

Zhunti's eyes condensed, looking at the ten great ghost emperors with huge karma in front of him, he knew that there must be something fishy.

Jin Chanzi, but a body of merit for ten generations, how could he almost die in the underworld?

Could it be Pingxin who took action? Only the six reincarnation discs, otherwise he would not dare to swallow such a huge amount of merit.

This is a body of merit recognized by the heavenly way, who dares to go against it?

Only the controller of the underworld, only Pingxin who incarnated the six reincarnations, has such ability and is not afraid of the heavenly way.

And the merit of the heavenly way is integrated into the underworld, which will be a great tonic, and it is not certain that it can help it recover its vitality.

This is why Zhunti took the risk and even armed to the teeth at the first time, so he dared to enter the underworld alone.

"How dare a mere ghost emperor to be so presumptuous in front of this saint!"

Zhunti's eyebrows jumped, and he called out in his heart, "What a guy!"

Ten ghost emperors, the peak cultivation of quasi-saints, just to guard the mere mortal Jin Chanzi?

Although in the other side's territory, as a saint, this quasi-saint cannot humiliate him.

But he can only show off his eloquence, he dare not take action easily.

Knowing that the earth is weak, countless people are jealous, but they dare not provoke it easily.

In the home court of the earth, there is Hou Tu who has transformed into reincarnation. With the help of the earth, he has achieved the status of a saint.

The Taoist ancestors integrated into the heavenly way, and Pingxin integrated into the earth. Strictly speaking, they really have the possibility of dying in the earth.

Whether there are any surviving ancestor witches under the underworld has always been a mystery of the prehistoric world. No one can grasp it, but no one dares to touch its eyebrows easily.

The ten ghost emperors are all at the peak of quasi-saint cultivation, not to mention the ten Hades Palace Lords, all of whom are powerful Daluo masters.

If the earth was not suppressed by the heaven, this prehistoric continent would have been dominated by the earth.

The ten ghost emperors appeared together, and Zhunti felt a flash of panic in his heart. Could it be that the earth really wanted to devour Jin Chanzi?

Although the uneasy thoughts became stronger, the face of his saint could not be humiliated by a mere quasi-saint.

This body of merit for ten generations, whether for Lingshan or for all the creatures in the three realms, he must control it in his hands.

Slowly descending, I saw Guanyin crawling on the ground, trembling all over, obviously suffering a great grievance.

"Zunti, this is the underworld, the earth, the dojo of the goddess Pingxin, could it be that you Buddhists want to provoke a war between heaven and earth?"

As the head of the ghost emperors, and a former witch, he naturally hated Zhunti.

But the tunnel has endured for several kalpas, and the Queen of Peace has been planning for tens of millions of years, and she cannot ruin her plans because of her momentary anger.

Seeing the other party land, she took the initiative to make way for the King of Hell.

"Humph!"

Seeing the other party give way under her momentum, Zhunti was inexplicably relieved.

In the underworld, if a fight really breaks out, even if he is armed to the teeth, he will definitely not get any good results.

"Saint! You have to make the decision for me!"

Seeing Zhunti coming, the distraught Guanyin struggled to stand up, crawled at the other's feet, pointed at the King of Hell viciously, and came to complain first.

"You are so good to the underworld, you dare to murder my body of ten generations of merit in Buddhism."

Sensing that the golden wheel of merit behind Jin Chanzi's forehead was gradually dissipating, he was so angry that he was fuming, and his whole body of cultivation was fully blooming.

"Haha, Zhunti, how come you also learned to bite people randomly?"

A ghost emperor took out a blood-red long sword and held it horizontally in front of him, looking at Guanyin who was acting with contempt.

Although it was extremely difficult to resist, he couldn't lose his momentum in his home court.

"Biting people randomly?"

Zunti tightly grasped the six pure bamboos, his momentum continued to rise, as if he would not give me a reasonable explanation, and would ask for an explanation even if he was seriously injured.

"Haha, you Western Buddhas are really a group of evil and cunning people."

After saying that, he threw out a jade card directly, and the scene of Guanyin forcing Jin Chanzi was projected without any dead angle.

Even Zhunti, who had a good temper, was so angry that he burst out after watching it.

"Guanyin! Do you have a pig brain?"

Guanyin's cultivation as a quasi-saint suppressed the soul of a mortal? Is this what a person should do?

Don't you know the importance of Jin Chanzi to Lingshan? No wonder Jin Chanzi was scared to death.

If it were someone else, if they were suppressed by any quasi-saint, and their cultivation was in full bloom, they would have to be annihilated immediately.

What kind of brain does Guanyin have? Doesn't she know this common sense?

The Seven Treasures Wonderful Tree burst into a golden light, directly hitting the top of Guanyin's head crawling on the ground.

Guanyin, who was in the early stage of quasi-saint, was directly cut off from the top of her head.

Her cultivation even fell to the early stage of Daluo, and this was under the premise that Zhunti held back, otherwise Guanyin would have died.

"You have cultivated for several epochs, but you still can't change your petty temperament!"

He narrowed his eyes and looked at the ten ghost emperors in front of him with interest. At this time, he didn't know what happened, so he was not worthy of being a saint.

"Tell me, you planned this farce, how should it end?"

He didn't believe that there was no Pingxin's shadow behind them. With their ghost emperors, they didn't dare to plan the meritorious body of Lingshan.

"Saint, did you misunderstand something?"

"You saw the video. We treat Jin Chanzi like a brother. How can there be any conspiracy?"

Yama King also stood up with a strong attitude. After all, he treated Jin Chanzi very well. It was not too much to serve him with good wine and food.

"Good! Very good!"

"Then, we have to fight again!"

Zhunti is a saint of the prehistoric times. When can the Daluo realm show off in front of him?

Yama King's face was dark. He was frightened by his powerful momentum and trembled all over, but his feet took root and stood firmly in place.

He couldn't embarrass Lady Pingxin. Now he is the agent of the underworld and represents the entire underworld. Even if he died, he couldn't be a coward.

"Fight? Saint, are you sure it's at this time?"

A ghost emperor couldn't stand it anymore. His tone was full of lukewarmness. He looked at Zhunti like a fool.

What time is it now? Jin Chanzi is almost dead, and his soul is almost completely dissipated. Are you still whining here?

Aren't you afraid that Jin Chanzi will completely dissipate?

Not to mention him, Zhunti is really not worried at this time. As long as the tunnel is suppressed by the Heavenly Dao for one day, the merit body of the Heavenly Dao in the prehistoric world will not completely dissipate.

Unless the entire underworld has the strength to resist the anger of the Taoist ancestor.

Jin Chanzi has only lost some merits, and his soul is a little weak. The other party is still waiting for his arrival, so there must be a plan.

This plan definitely does not include Jin Chanzi's integration into the tunnel. Otherwise, according to Pingxin's eagerness to revive the ancestor witch, Jin Chanzi will definitely not stay until now.

In this way, Zhunti naturally has to take a tough attitude, hoping to gain a chance in the next negotiation.

After figuring out the reason, he became less anxious.

He glanced at Guanyin in a corner, and suddenly a burst of anger arose.

He waved his hand again, and Guanyin was thrown out of the ghost gate directly, and fell heavily to the ground, and his life or death was unknown.

I don’t know what Guanyin feels at this time, anyway, Zhunti is very angry.

On the other side, Lin Chen at the foot of Mount Tai couldn't stay idle at home.

Nearly half a month had passed, and no one came to the door except Haotian who came to consume once.

Haotian had finished eating the spiritual fruit, so he simply went out to buy some food to see the prosperous Tang Dynasty today.

No customers came to the door, could it be that he, who was in the Qi Refining Stage, couldn't go out to find a target?

"I wonder how Jiang Yuliang is doing? I don't know if the journey to the west has started."

Thinking so in his heart, he closed the courtyard door and walked out of the valley.

He weighed the purse in his hand, which was heavy, with a full fifty taels of silver in it.

"I want to consume!"

"I want to listen to music in the brothel!"

Places with complicated personnel such as restaurants and brothels are the best choice for inquiring about information.

Listening to music in the brothel is fine, but it's all a group of red-faced skeletons.

"I haven't been out of the mountain for two years, and I don't know if Zhang Mazi, who sells wine in the west of the city, is still there."

Leisurely, with a little hand pointing, the journey begins.

I randomly found a road into the city and walked forward aimlessly and leisurely.