The wind blew through the remaining forest, whistling and making a sound, which made the two people present upset.

"Zhizhizhi!"

The ape ran and crawled over to them, gesturing at them to express that I had experience in this.

It directed the little donkey to stand on the left side and swish its tail to drive away mosquitoes and flies.

Standing on Zhong Sheng's right hand side, he raised the branch to guard against the intrusion of small animals around him.

Last time in the Zhongnan Mountains, the soul came out of the body, and it was Zhong Sheng’s guardian spirit beast. It can be said that it is a familiar road.

Li Qingfeng and Monk Min frowned, the situation was getting difficult.

"I heard Zhong Langjun mentioned that his uncle is the ghost king of the underworld, and there may be a chance for a better future."

Monk Ming comforted him.

Li Qingfeng shook his head, "Far water cannot save the near fire. Ghost King Gunfu can protect Zhong Langjun for a while, but not for a long time."

"King Garuda's melons and teeth are often arranged in the Yin Earth, which is of no small importance."

"The girl holding the mirror only needs to trap Mr. Zhong so that he cannot return to his soul and his body gradually decays, and then she succeeds."

He looked at Monk Min and said, "Monk, I am determined to ask the Patriarch to send blessings, protect Mr. Zhong Lang in the underworld, and show him the way back to the earth. Will you protect me?"

Going down to the underworld to find reborn souls is the specialty of Taoist priests.

Monk Min knew that Li Qingfeng mentioned that he wanted him to protect the Dharma on his behalf, which was a great trust.

Once Li Qingfeng casts a spell, the physical bodies of him and Zhong Sheng will be protected by Monk Min alone.

Ape, little donkey, golden retriever: and me!

Monk Min put his hands together and said, "Don't worry, fellow Taoist Li, I will live and die with you today."

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"This is... the underworld?"

Zhong Sheng opened his mouth and said that he had never been here before, but at first glance he could see that the environment was too bad, the lighting and scenery were all too obvious.

People are down-to-earth, but he is down-to-earth!

"It's good to know."

The voice of the girl holding the mirror rang in my ears, and she was no longer as weak as before when she was close to death.

Zhong Sheng turned around and saw the girl holding the mirror with her legs intact, standing on the ground and glaring at him.

"Why did you drag me down?"

Zhong Sheng was secretly happy because he still had a chance to see his second uncle.

It is said that since he left home, his second uncle Zhong Kui has not had any dreams, which makes him very regretful.

Okay, now, if you don’t come up, I will take the initiative to come down.

Just as Zhong Sheng was thinking happily, the girl holding the mirror across from him got angry and flew towards him.

A pair of slender hands stretched out the melon, intending to carve out his heart and liver, eating it to vent his anger.

"Ah!"

With a scream, the girl holding the mirror walked out faster than when she came in.

Her eyes widened, and she held her palms and sucked in the cold air, as if she had been burned by something.

Zhong Sheng subconsciously lowered his head and saw the red scarf wrapped around his neck, emitting circles of red light.

"Ghost King Gunfu, how can you have such a treasure?"

The girl holding the mirror recognized at a glance that this inconspicuous red scarf was the unique uniform of the Ghost King.

The gun suit itself casts nothing, but it relies on the existence of the ghost king. The stronger the ghost king it belongs to, the greater the power of the gun suit.

Just a moment ago, her melons just touched each other, and she endured the rebound of landslides and ground cracks, as well as scorching and unstoppable damage.

It can be seen from this that the strength of this ghost king is by no means ordinary.

"Even if it's not as good as the prince, it's not far behind."

She could not imagine that Zhong Sheng could come into contact with such a terrifying ghost king.

"Boy, where did your red scarf come from?"

Zhong Sheng told the truth, "My second uncle gave it to me."

Uncle Er is the King of Ghosts?

The girl holding the mirror laughed mockingly, "How old are you today?"

Zhong Sheng was wary, surely he was trying to guess my birth date, "Why are you asking this?"

"I can guess it even if you don't tell me, it won't be more than twenty at most."

"No matter when your second uncle dies, he will not go to the underworld for more than fifty years at most."

"Hey, in fifty years, you can rise from an unknown ghost to a ghost king. Are you kidding me?"

Zhong Sheng thought what she said made sense. According to common sense, it was really impossible.

When I first thought about it, it was wrong. My second uncle is Zhongdao, a mythological figure that has been passed down for five thousand years.

Throughout the ages, who can compare with Zhong Kui, the hero among ghosts?

Fifty years? You are still too conservative in your estimation. Five years will not be enough.

When the girl holding the mirror saw that he was silent, she thought she had broken his bluff.

But she was worried about the existence of Ghost King Gunfu and was unwilling to take action rashly.

"I don't know where you picked up this treasure."

"Forget it, I'll just wear you to death slowly in this hell."

This time the girl holding the mirror abandoned her body and entered the underworld, it can be said that she suffered heavy losses.

It should be noted that if you are alone in the underworld and fight alone, if you have no power to rely on, if it goes on for a long time, it will disappear into thin air.

She plans to kill Zhong Sheng and then seek refuge with Princess Jialuo.

After all, King Garuda still has a big chess game in the underworld, which is the time to employ people.

Zhong Sheng wanted to ask more, but he saw the girl holding the mirror shrink back and disappear in the cold wind.

"Why are you leaving?"

It was foggy all around, there were no roads on the ground, it was desolate on all sides, and there was no sound of people at all.

Yes, this is the underworld, not the yang world.

Zhong Sheng thought for a while and decided that it was not urgent to find his second uncle. The most urgent task was to catch up with the girl holding the mirror, and we could talk about other things after marrying her.

While Zhong Sheng was exploring and exploring...

Li Qingfeng opened his eyes and saw the netherworld in front of him, which was filled with gray energy and weird screams from time to time.

He didn't dare to approach rashly. He couldn't cultivate enough and broke into the underworld with his spiritual body. It was easy to go but hard to come back.

Unless you have mastered the spirit to leave the body and have your own divine light to protect your body, you can go in and out freely.

"Please give me the spirit of the ancestor to help me find Zhong Langjun and show me the way back to the Yangshi."

Li Qingfeng took out the talisman, which was the ID card of his fellow Taoists.

Although the runes are complicated and obscure, they record a huge amount of information, including which branch he belongs to, who he is a master of, which immortal god he is worshiping... The magic power activates the talisman seal, plus the guidance of incense, it can reach the nine heavens, and can reach the nine netherworlds.

In front of him, three incense sticks were lit, with red light and dimming.

The wisps of fragrance are sometimes straight and sometimes curved. Under the control of his mind, they sink into the depths of the netherworld.

This communication took a long time. After all, the ancestor was busy with affairs and had many disciples and grandchildren.

He is just a junior, and if he can get the response from the patriarch, it is the probability of winning the big prize.

"Zhong Langjun, whether you live or die depends on this."

With devout faith, Li Qingfeng kept casting spells to communicate, hoping that the Patriarch would show his favor once.

I don’t know how long it took, but the talisman buzzed and vibrated, and a spiritual light emerged.

Qingfeng Li was ecstatic and looked down. The runes squirmed a few times and the information changed.

"What's the matter?"

Is this the Grandmaster asking a question?

Qingfeng Li hurriedly replied, "Please bless me and help me go to the underworld to save people."

This request is very bold, but in order to save Zhongsheng, Li Qingfeng no longer cares about offending.

There was silence for a long time, so long that Li Qingfeng thought that the blessing had failed and that the ancestor had left.

Brush!

The void of the heavenly spirit above his head split open, and a spiritual light fell from the sky, wrapping around Qingfeng Li's spiritual body.

Qingfeng Li was like a drowning man who suddenly obtained the water-avoiding spell. He was no longer afraid of facing the netherworld and plunged into it. At the same time, on the jungle floor.
Chapter completed!