Chapter 200 The Lord of the Underworld, the Ghost King of Fengdu!

In the territory of the human race, on an ancient battlefield.

During the war between the witches and liches, this was a major battlefield between the witches and liches.

After years of fighting between the witches and liches, this battlefield was shrouded in thick blood evil and overwhelming resentment.

Even if one is as strong as the Golden Immortal of Daluo, he may be blinded by the blood evil resentment.

Thus, the inner demons are bred, and some irrational things are done, and even karma is carried, and the Taoism is damaged.

Huang Long has long known about this ancient battlefield and brought it under control. The reason why he has not solved the blood evil resentment is for today's action.

On the one hand, it is to demonstrate and tell the prehistoric creatures that even if he and Hou Tu, the two saints, do not take action.

The underworld is also a first-class force in the prehistoric world, a behemoth that everyone needs to pay attention to and even look up to.

Even compared with the witches and liches at their peak, it is no worse!

On the other hand, it is inevitable that this is to use this special environment to raise corpses.

As the black sedan arrived, the great powers of the prehistoric world who were concerned about this matter also set their sights on this ancient battlefield.

Feeling the two powerful auras in it, they couldn't help but frown.

No one had ever thought that such a fierce place would actually have creatures, and they were two with such terrible strength!

One of them was named Jiang Chen.

During the war between witches and demons, Hou wanted to fish in troubled waters and secretly came to this battlefield.

As a result, his luck was too bad, and he happened to meet Dijiang, who was proficient in the avenue of space.

The ancestor witch Dijiang had a cultivation level equivalent to that of a quasi-saint, and Hou was just an ordinary Daluo Jinxian, how could he be his opponent?

In order to save his life and avoid damage to his true spirit, he divided his soul into three parts and escaped.

Two of the souls were obtained by Hanba and Hou Qing after several twists and turns.

It should be said that his luck was really bad.

With his Daluo Jinxian cultivation, if these two souls fell into the hands of other races, even if the other party had the cultivation of Daluo Jinxian, he could take the opportunity to be reborn.

But these two souls fell into the hands of the human race.

Moreover, one was the daughter of the emperor, and the other was also a senior official of the human race.

Under the suppression of the luck of the human race, his two souls completely turned into opportunities, and achieved the current strength of Hanba and Houqing.

As for where the last soul fell, although Huang Long deduced it, he did not send anyone to find it because the time was not right.

When the ancestor witch Dijiang saw that three parts of the soul of the Qiong fled from this place, he was too lazy to chase him, and left his body behind, and continued to look for powerful enemies on the battlefield.

This general was born from the intelligence of Qiong's corpse absorbing the evil spirit of this place.

This is also the first zombie in the world, the leader of the four zombies, enjoying the luck of the corpse race, extraordinary strength, and a strong body.

Compared to when the Qiong was alive, Jiang Chen is even more powerful.

Under the boundless evil spirit, the luck of the corpse clan, and the arrangement of Huang Long, he has been able to develop without any interference for so many years.

To this day, he has the cultivation of a quasi-saint. No matter where he is, he is a master with good strength.

Coupled with his extremely strong body, even among many quasi-saints, he has good strength.

The other one is the Ghost King of Mangshan.

He was originally an ancient demon god who attached a wisp of his soul to a congenital Yin Huai tree to avoid falling. Because the roots entangled the entire Mangshan, he called himself the Ghost King.

Because of his roots, he got more benefits from the ancient battlefield than Jiang Chen.

In addition, he had left this place many times and launched ghost tides in various places in the prehistoric world several times, devouring the flesh and blood of the surrounding creatures.

Now his cultivation has reached the late stage of quasi-saint, coupled with his huge body.

As well as the special nature of his roots, he contains a large number of ghosts in his body. Among the quasi-saints, his strength can be said to be rare.

The reason why Huang Long set this place as the last battle is because the ghost king of Mangshan is strong enough.

Ancient battlefield. .

A towering mountain stands tall, the mountain is majestic, and the whole body is surrounded by black mist.

There are clusters of ghost trees on it, yin energy is lingering, and resentment is soaring. It is the most dangerous place in this battlefield.

On the top of the mountain, there is a locust tree rooted in it. The trunk is as black as ink, the branches are twisted and hideous, and the leaves are like blood. There are hideous ghost faces emerging in it.

Countless ghost vines hang down from the branches, and countless corpses of living creatures are hung at the end. Some are left with only a piece of skin, and some are only flesh and blood without skin.

This mountain is Mangshan, and the tree is the body of the ghost king of Mangshan.

He is rooted on the top of the mountain, but he is also spread all over Mangshan, turning Mangshan, which is a space in itself, into a part of his body.

From this, we can see how huge his actual body is.

When the ghost gate appeared, eight Daluo Jinxians, carrying a black sedan chair, walked out surrounded by countless ghost soldiers.

On the trunk of the Mangshan Ghost King's body, a human face appeared, showing a solemn look.

"May I ask everyone in the underworld, what is the purpose of coming to my Mangshan ghost cave?"

If possible, no one would be willing to be an enemy of the underworld.

In fact, he knew why the underworld came.

When he launched the ghost tide and ate the flesh and blood of living beings, his more important purpose was to devour the souls of these living beings.

His roots are very special, and he is born with the ability to accommodate souls.

And the more souls he devours, the larger his body will be, and the more profound his Taoism will be.

When his residual soul just leaned over this locust tree, the height was only more than three meters.

Now the roots of the locust tree can spread all over a small world, which shows how big the changes are and how many souls it has devoured.

After the death of a living being, the soul returns to the netherworld, which is the responsibility of the underworld.

If it is just a few souls devoured, the underworld will find it difficult to locate them and will not care too much. As long as enough price is paid, the matter can be settled.

After all, ghost cultivators are also part of the prehistoric creatures and constitute a part of the prehistoric world. Huang Long will not really cut off their way of life.

However, the ghost king of Mangshan devoured too many souls. He knew that he could not afford the price. In addition, the underworld had never come to him, so he gradually relaxed his vigilance.

Unexpectedly, he would be found by the underworld today, and so many people came at once.

He knew that without paying some price, this matter could not be settled.

However, he did not care too much about this matter. Now his cultivation is no longer the ordinary Daluo Jinxian during the war between witches and liches, but a quasi-saint!

He did not believe that the underworld would embarrass him, a quasi-saint, for those souls.

As long as the saint does not take action, even the underworld will find it difficult to bear the anger of the quasi-saint.

As for whether the saint will take action, he is not too worried.

Saints also have to save face. If a saint personally takes action against a quasi-saint, there must be few saints who are willing to do such a thing.

Combined with Huang Long's style of doing things in recent years, in his opinion, the underworld came to this ancient killing battlefield this time just to recruit him and Jiang Chen, two quasi-saints.

So he was not worried, but was thinking about how to benefit from it.

However, he was wrong, very wrong.

"The ghost king of Mangshan violated the rules of the underworld and robbed billions of souls of all living beings. The circumstances are bad. In the name of Fengdu Emperor, the Lord of the Underworld, I sentence you to suppress the eighteen layers of hell for 100,000 years!"

A cold voice came from the black sedan chair.

The next moment.

The eight Daluo Jinxians carrying the sedan chair, as well as all the ghost soldiers present, turned their heads at the same time and looked at Mangshan in front of them.

"Judgement? I am the Ghost King of Mangshan, a ghost king in the late stage of Quasi Saint. What right do you have to judge me?!"

After being stunned for a moment, the Ghost King of Mangshan showed a look of shock.

Are you kidding me? I am a quasi saint, and a ghost king in the late stage of Quasi Saint. My body is as big as a small world.

Even if you have no intention of recruiting me, you shouldn't fight me to the death, right? !

But soon, he understood the purpose of the underworld, and his face suddenly became extremely gloomy.

You want to use me to establish your authority, right? Then let's see if you have the ability!

He looked sinister and glanced at the ghosts below.

I will let you know how serious it is to anger me.

Even if you can finally succeed, the ghost soldiers here will not be able to leave here alive.

Even the eight Daluo Jinxian ghost kings will be buried with me!

The ghost king of Mangshan has lived for so many years, and his character is not bad at all. After hearing the words coming out of the sedan chair, it is impossible to solve this matter by just talking.

If you want the underworld to retreat, you have to make the ghosts in the underworld feel pain.

Boom!

After making a decision in his heart, the ghost king of Mangshan immediately planned to take the initiative.

The next moment.

The thick death aura rose up, covering the sky and the sun, covering the entire ancient battlefield.

The locust tree on the top of Mangshan moved, and countless ghost vines danced, like countless black spears, and like endless black dragons, sweeping towards the ghosts of the underworld below.

Every vine is entangled with thick death and yin energy, and there are at least hundreds of wronged souls attached to it.

Any vine can kill Taiyi Jinxian in seconds and make Daluo Jinxian retreat three colors.

However, facing this fierce attack, the ghost soldiers below did not show any fear, nor did they make any defensive or evasive moves.

They clearly remembered that before they set off, the mirage dragon appeared in front of the ghosts and conveyed Huang Long's order.

They had to do very simple things when they went to the human world this time, a total of two things.

1. When encountering offending creatures, punish them appropriately without any scruples.

If we talk about background, the netherworld is not afraid of anyone, even the saints.

2. When encountering invincible creatures, don't panic, just ignore them directly, and someone will take action to deal with them.

For all the creatures in the netherworld, Huang Long's words are the only truth, and no one will have any doubts.

Since Huang Long said that if you encounter invincible creatures, just pretend you didn't see them.

They would not make any extra moves, and still stared at Mangshan with cold eyes.

And their actions also shocked the ghost king of Mangshan.

He didn't think that these ghosts in the underworld were so frightened that they turned a blind eye.

For these ghosts in the underworld to be so fearless, there must be some means that allowed them to ignore the attacks of the quasi-saints.

This was indeed the case. Just as the vines of the Ghost King of Mangshan were about to fall, a black mist appeared out of thin air and enveloped the ghosts in the underworld.

The next moment.

Those powerful vines fell into the black mist.

"Impossible?!!"

What the Ghost King of Mangshan didn't expect was that his long-famous magical power fell into the black mist without causing any waves, and even didn't make any sound.

The Ghost King of Mangshan is very clear about his own magical powers.

Even if there is also a quasi-saint in the sedan chair, it is impossible for him to take this move so easily.

Could it be that there is a saint or a sage in this sedan chair?

No, no, this is absolutely impossible!

But the next moment, the Ghost King of Mangshan shook his head and denied this conjecture.

There are indeed many masters in the Netherworld. Queen Mother of the West and Minghe have the appearance of saints and are expected to become saints in the future.

But now, there are only two saints in the Netherworld, Huanglong and Houtu.

Minghe is indeed not weak, and can be regarded as an alternative way of becoming a saint. In the Netherworld, he can fight a few moves with the saints.

But that can only be in the Netherworld. In other places in the prehistoric world, there is no such strength.

"Humph! Pretending!"

Since the possibility that the other party is a saint has been ruled out, there is only one reason left.

That is, the other party's magical power is good at defense, so it can easily block his move.

"I want to see how many times you can help me!"

The ghost king of Mangshan snorted coldly, stopped probing, and immediately used his strongest magical power.

The next moment.

A figure appeared on the locust tree, his face was as pale as paper, his eyes were deep and dark, and black mist was wrapped around his body, which looked weird and unpredictable.

It was the soul of the ghost king of Mangshan!

After appearing, he immediately fought back.

The whole Mangshan shook violently, and eighty-one tree roots like giant pillars broke out of the ground, entangled with each other in the air, and finally gathered into a spear.

But this is not over yet!

Countless wronged souls wailed shrilly, floated out of the locust tree, and fell into the spear, making the spear have a sense of nothingness.

The breath became more restrained, but it gave people a more dangerous feeling.

This is the strongest magical power of the ghost king of Mangshan!

"Go!"

The Ghost King of Mangshan made a spell with his hands, and the long spear in the air suddenly turned into a stream of light and flew out.

Even so, the Ghost King of Mangshan still felt unsafe.

So, he took out an ancient bone mirror, suspended it above his head, and shone it downward, emitting a monstrous blood light.

This bone mirror was made by using the blood of billions of creatures. It can emit blood light that can kill gods, hurt people's souls, and pollute people's bodies. It is extremely insidious.

However, in the sedan chair, the unknown existence who claimed to be the Lord of the Underworld did not feel afraid at all.

"It seems that this is all you have. If so, it's time to end it..."

A cold voice came from the sedan chair.

At the same time.

The entire ancient battlefield fell into darkness, filled with pure innate yin and innate death.

When the darkness disappeared, the bone mirror disappeared, the long spear disappeared, the soul of the Ghost King of Mangshan disappeared, and the body of the Ghost King of Mangshan also disappeared.

Then.

A white jade foot surrounded by black mist walked out of the black sedan chair.

"All ghosts and gods are under my control. From now on, I am the master of the underworld, the King of Ghosts of Fengdu!"