Chapter 935: Entering the Netherworld again (third update)

He withdrew from Yan Jun's territory with great caution. Wuqi did not dare to reveal any breath. He was extremely cautious and escaped into the front edge of Pangu Continent along a spiritual vein on the back of Pangu Continent. He cast a spell next to a mountain filled with violent thunder power that had just emerged from the chaos aura and stepped in one step.

You must never leave any clues for Yan Jun Dajiao and the others to track them. Even if you have wiped out any traces of your existence with Hongmeng purple qi, you may not be sure that there is an amazing existence among the Eighteen Saints with amazing talent and magical powers that can be found to leave some traces of Wuqi. The safest way is to use the Tao to return to Dawu. This Tao is naturally the best in the underworld.

The endless underworld, the boundless underworld, the infinite dark underworld, and countless ghosts struggled and roared in the underworld. Those fierce and fierce yakshas laughed wildly, driving various underworld giant beasts back and forth in the underworld, selecting the delicious-looking ghosts and grabbing them into their stomachs.

A group of about 10,000 people, Huangquan Yasha even opened a large net on the rolling waves of the Yellow Spring, like a human fisherman catching a fishing net to catch a large number of ghosts. When the Six Great Bodhisattvas and their squatting were all over the Netherworld, where did these Huangquan Yasha have the courage to hunt ghosts unscrupulously for food? But now, Netherworld Huangquan has become their world. The Buddha Bodhisattvas and Arhats have not appeared for a long time, and Huangquan Yasha is naturally happy to act according to their instinct.

With a cold snorkeling, Wuqi hit a thunder in his palm. More than 10,000 yakshas in the yellow spring howled and were blown into a sticky yellow juice by the thunder in his palm. Wuqi looked around and saw that there were still many yakshas in the distance. He rushed over with a gloomy face and killed all of these yakshas. Even those yakshas that were almost escaping into the depths of the yellow spring were chased by his huge spiritual sense and crushed them to death, leaving no living anywhere.

Seeing these yakshas ravage and harming ghosts, Wuqi couldn't help but feel a little regretful. If he had known this, he would have left a few Netherworld Bodhisattvas and Arhats to sit here on that day. This is like the relationship between a wolf pack and a sheep. Wuqi will capture all the Netherworld lineage of Buddhism, which is a wolf, and these yakshas are like sheep. They have reproduced and expanded unscrupulously.

The flock of sheep grew, and the undead ghosts who existed like grass were naturally in trouble. The souls of these people were swallowed up by Yasha, so there was a lot of calculations on Wuqi. Wuqi, who had a gloomy face, calculated it and couldn't help but be shocked. His merits had actually been reduced a lot. It's wrong that he had accumulated too much merit before, so he was probably already plagued by karma.

He looked helplessly at the boundless underworld and Wuqi muttered: "I won't kill Boren, Boren died for me. Tsk, this causal entanglement is indeed great. He just escorted Yu Ji and the others to reincarnate, and actually provoked these bald donkeys. He just punished these bald donkeys, which caused so many undead ghosts to be destroyed. He has to be careful in the future. God knows how much involvement will be?"

It was this insight that Wuqi's state of mind was bright. The divine power, divine essence stolen from Qingdi and the others these days, and the huge essence stolen from the source of fire wood, were transformed into Hongmeng purple qi to fill his body. Wuqi's body was blurred, as if a void was slowly forming in his body, and the tangled starlight turned into countless nebula in his body and was rotating in his body. Then a ball of white bright and quiet flames dispersed like a pearl of flames slowly dispersed in his body, gradually blending into his limbs and bones.

Wuqi's body trembled slightly. He stood above the underworld. The mustard seed world in his body was slowly disintegrating and gradually merging with him. From then on, there was no difference between the mustard seed world and Wuqi. Once the fusion was completely completed, he would be a world himself. The Heaven Refining Method was running at full speed, and the huge spiritual energy in the mustard seed world, countless spiritual peaks, etc. were absorbed and digested by Wuqi's body.

A bright light appeared in the palm of your hand, and a small world was embedded in this bright light. Countless heavenly ghosts were living freely in this world, and they could not notice any strange changes in the outside world. Wuqi smiled slightly, and the bright light flashed in his palm, and the yellow springs around him disappeared in an instant, and together with the countless yellow springs and yakshas inside, they were sucked into this small world.

Give those heavenly ghosts a target to temper. Only by using these fierce and violent yakshas to temper them can we produce powerful enough heavenly ghost soldiers.

The viscous yellow spring water around him slowly filled it here. Wuqi spit out a mouthful of white air with a faint fragrance. He looked around and his body suddenly sank into the extremely dirty yellow spring water. The yellow spring water completely swallowed the trace that Wuqi might have left, and no one could use his magical power to track Wuqi's whereabouts.

The body is still rapidly transforming the benefits that have been obtained in the past few days.

The divine power stolen from the bodies of Qing Emperor, Bai Emperor, and Black Emperor are fine. This is just to raise Wuqi's magic power cultivation to the limit of the sixth level of breaking the Tao. However, the insights of the heavenly way in the core of their souls gave Wuqi endless benefits. He lay in the underworld and drifted with the flow, and his soul gradually absorbed and digested these insights. The water around him was gradually transformed by his breath, and it actually evolved into a pond of clear water in the boundless yellow spring, with lotus flowers coming out.

This is a trace of breath leaked when Wuqi merged with the Great Way of the Qing Emperor and the Black Emperor. The water of the Yellow Spring is also water, and is still controlled by the laws of water. Wuqi merged with the Great Way of the Black Emperor and naturally could transform the nature of water at will. As for those lotus flowers, they were derived from the leaked breath of the Qing Emperor.

As the Yellow Spring gradually drifted, the divine power of the Qing Emperor and the other three was completely digested by Wuqi, and his magical power cultivation was also stabilized at the limit level of the sixth grade of the Dao. Then he began to fully integrate the huge and unparalleled Yuan power stolen from the Fire Source Wood, and a huge amount of Hongmeng purple aura continued to produce, gradually compressing into his own essence and integrating into his body.

After breaking through the sixth level of the Dao, Wuqi floated on the Yellow Spring for a full month. With the help of the stolen fire source wood, his magic power and cultivation have actually broken through to the fourth level of the Dao. Wuqi couldn't help but be amazed. How huge is that fire source wood? If he could really condense a human form and cultivate spiritual wisdom, he wouldn't he be able to enter the realm of Hedao immediately?

No wonder Yan Jun Dajiao attaches so much importance to the fire source wood. He practiced day and night next to the fire source wood, and his own energy and spirit resonated with the fire source wood. If the fire source wood transforms into shape, it will be like the brothers and sisters of Yan Jun Dajiao, and then he will have a great helper in the Hedao Realm.

Unfortunately, Wuqi was rampant, and the time when the fire source wood was transformed was delayed by at least several disasters. What Wuqi plundered was his fundamental essence of energy, which could not be replenished in just a few days. However, this account should be recorded on the head of the old Taoist Changmei, right? Everyone witnessed with their own eyes that he used his magical power to smash Yao Ling on the fire source wood, and smashed a big hole in the fire source wood.

Thinking of his compliment, Wuqi couldn't help but laugh out loud.

After spending a month, all the stolen vital energy in my body has been transformed into my own, and my cultivation has been firmly maintained at the level of the fourth level of the Dao Breaking Dao. My physical body has been tempered with the power of the Yuanling True Flame, and its strength has increased by more than a hundred times compared to a month ago. However, the essence of the Great Dao stolen from Qingdi and the others has taken some time to absorb it. After all, Wuqi's soul power is far from comparable to these three old monsters that have existed since the creation of the world. If you want to absorb all their Taoism, you must at least increase your soul to the same level as them.

A faint light came in front of him. Wuqi floated casually with the water of the underworld and was actually sent to the vicinity of the Six Paths of Reincarnation Treasure Wheel.

He stood up lazily, and Wuqi looked towards the direction of the six realms of reincarnation. He couldn't help but be shocked when he looked. The mountain range that was originally completely destroyed by him appeared again in the yellow spring. The mountain was covered with strange flowers and plants, and the fragrance came, causing the harsh breath of the yellow spring water to disappear. Countless exquisite and gorgeous palaces were built on the mountain, and a large group of Bodhisattvas and Arhats from the Netherworld lineage were like coolies who were working on scattered laborers on the streets, pitifully carrying countless materials to build a new palace there.

The leader who worked as a construction worker there was the great Bodhisattva of Pudu, who once commanded the underworld.

Now Pudu Liudao is having a bitter face, holding a small piece of tiles carved from green jade pieces as thin as a cicada's wing but the size of a fingernail, carefully pasting them outside an exquisite and exquisite palace. All the materials of this palace, whether bricks, tiles, beams and pillars, are made of these extremely thin, extremely small, and extremely exquisite small materials, so the inside and outside of the palace is transparent, emitting colorful light, which is as beautiful as a dream.

"What a big deal, use Bodhisattvas as coolies?" Wuqi was stunned. Who was so troubled? The roof of the palace was hundreds of feet in radius, and the entire roof had to be piled up with such small and exquisite tiles. There were countless beads and jades inlaid between the upper and lower tiles for decoration. All beads and jades were carved into specific shapes and needed to be inlaid with exquisite techniques.

This work is not tiring for the Six Paths of Pudu, but it is too troublesome. It is obvious that no mana is allowed to be used during the construction process, and it can only be completed completely with mana! Wuqi looked at the Six Paths of Pudu carefully with the tiles and built on the roof with small pieces of tiles, and couldn't help but feel a little embarrassed. If he hadn't kidnapped them, how could this day have happened?

I was just curious about who was doing this to the six paths of Pudu, and the harsh scolding suddenly came from a hall on the top of the mountain.

"Waste, a group of waste, isn't it just that you can collect the first tears of the virgins who have 4,900 specific birthday blood images? Why haven't I bought it for so long? What do I still raise you to do? Say, what do I still raise you to do? You can still raise you to eat meat after raising a dog, what can you eat after slaughtering you monks? Ah? Your meat is all smelly!"

A ball of colorful light and shadow floated out, dozens of light and shadows shaped like long whips swelled in the air, and more than a dozen arhats were beaten to death, holding their heads all over their bodies, rolling down from the top of the mountain with their heads in their arms.

Wuqi was in a daze here, but the light and shadow saw Wuqi at first glance, and his sharp and unpleasant roar rose into the sky: "Who dares to peek here?"
Chapter completed!