Not for anything else, just to deal with the moon god, this bitch is too bad.

"Where is my king?"

Ziling said calmly, the king in her mouth refers to the King of Yin Yue.

Since it is Hong Yuan played by Zhao Yun, he must be the one who takes away the coffin.

"Took away by the master."

"Crack!"

The conversation was very concise, Zhao Yun still wanted to bluff, Ziling greeted him with a slap, everything was easy to understand, he had already been seen through, he still dared to deceive me, how could Daxia Hongyuan exist, there would be such an unscrupulous disciple like you.

Son?

"Leave it to the Netherworld."

Zhao Yun covered his face and his eyes were filled with stars after being beaten.

Ziling said nothing and just stared at Zhao Yun.

There were rumors that the Land of the Netherworld was the junction between the underworld and the underworld. She had heard of it, but she didn't believe it because it was too vague and no one could really confirm it.

"It's really there."

Zhao Yun looked serious and was telling the truth.

"I don't believe it."

Ziling's tone was a bit colder, because she was frightened by Zhao Yun's acting skills.

She is the tombkeeper and has to be cautious when it comes to King Yinyue. If Zhao Yun destroys King Yinyue's body, how can she be worthy of her ancestors?

"Take me to the underworld."

"Can't go."

"It seems that I have to make you suffer a little bit."

Ziling was quite self-conscious and took out the thing she was eating, which was her sword, and placed it on Zhao Yun's shoulder. The blade was sharp and if it was off by even an inch, his head would move.

Naturally, this was to scare Zhao Yun.

Mainly because I am worried about the corpse of King Yin Yue.

"I shouldn't have saved you."

Zhao Yun wiped away the nosebleed and felt the urge to urinate again.

"That's my mission."

Ziling's words softened a bit.

As long as the corpse of King Yin Yue is safe, anything can be said.

"No living person can go to the underworld."

"Senior insists on meeting, junior can call him back."

"However, there are consequences at your own risk."

Zhao Yun stood up, covering his waist and grinning.

The so-called consequences are at your own risk. I am talking about the King of Yin Yue. If you disturb his peace, that guy will get angry. Even a hundred Zi Ling can't suppress that king. An ancient corpse in the Tianwu Realm can't do it alone.

, the world will be in chaos.

Ziling remained silent and took it as her default.

Zhao Yun had no choice but to stand firm, put his hands together, and recited a spell.

Buzz!

With a buzzing sound, a stone coffin rose from the ground.

It was the coffin of King Yin Yue that he really summoned back from the Netherworld.

"Coffin sinking technique."

Zi Ling murmured to herself, as if this method was true.

However, the one used by Zhao Yun is somewhat different from the one used by the corpse clan.

Buzz!

While she was muttering, the sarcophagus had all been lifted out.

The following section is not very harmonious. The huge coffin is shaking back and forth, and the lid of the coffin is buzzing and trembling, and it is quite likely to be flipped over. There is still mist in the gap between the lid and the coffin.

Spreading, a powerful force of Tianwu suddenly appeared. Not to mention Zhao Yun, Ziling was knocked back one step. It was undoubtedly the King of Yin Yue, and the pressure was overwhelming.

Being so restless means that King Yinyue is obviously angry.

What the hell are you doing? It’s so rare for me to have peace. Why are you treating me like a psychic beast?

Ziling's expression changed. It was obvious that the king of her family was furious. His peace had been disturbed and his dignity had been violated. He wanted to break out of the coffin and go on a killing spree.

Therefore, Zhao Yun did not lie to her.

The legendary land of the underworld really exists.

This is not important. What is important is that King Yin Yue is ready to transform into a corpse. If the ancient corpses at the Tianwu level are to be killed, it will cause chaos in the world! Without the Tianwu realm, no one in this world can suppress Yin Yue.

The corpse of the king.

Regret it.

She regretted it.

I regret that I didn’t believe Zhao Yun, and I regret that I didn’t listen to Zhao Yun’s advice.

"&@#￥%*@%#."

At the critical moment, Zhao Yun suddenly spoke.

His words were a long string of jabbering, not the language of a living person.

It’s the corpse language.

It's not Zhao Yun who's talking, it's still the work of the Moon God.

King Yin Yue's coffin stopped shaking. It was King Yin Yue who should give the Moon God face, otherwise Zhao Yun, with his true spiritual realm, would not be able to suppress him.

Buzz!

There was another buzz.

The sarcophagus sank inch by inch, and three or five of them disappeared in an instant.

call!

Zhao Yun breathed a sigh of relief and sat down on the ground.

Look! It’s the Moon God who supports the scene, and he’s just a little shrimp.

"I was...reckless."

Ziling laughed at herself and expressed her apology to Zhao Yun.

Compared to Zhao Yun, who is the peak of Ksitigarbha, she is really ignorant.

"It's not a big deal."

"By the way, why don't you go to bed?"

The flowers are blooming and the moon is full, and it is a wonderful night. Because of this sentence... the style of the painting has changed.

Snap!

The crisp applause resounded through the deep night.

Now, the whole world is quiet.
Chapter completed!