Chapter 109 You Can Be a Yin God

Chapter 109 You Can Be a Yin God

Chapter 109 You Can Be a Yin God (3 more 1.1 words)
Chen Huangpi complained bitterly.

He didn't expect that these Yin gods created Yin gods, and millions of Yin gods were actually waiting for some blessing from heaven in the end.

Huang Tian had not yet been born, and the Taoist master had not yet arrived.

So it is not approved yet.

It would be fine if it was not approved, but there is actually another one.

"It's being built. It's being built."

Chen Huangpi felt the urging gazes of the Yin Gods, and his scalp tingled. He shouted, "I'm really doing it, don't urge me anymore."

He is actually already making it.

The mattock was swung out of nowhere.

The shady soil turned into soft mud.

In no time, he made a clay figure.

The next step is to write the underworld text and then put in the jade that can bring back the soul.

This is the method of creating the Yin God of Huangquan Yintu.

Chen Huangpi shouted, "Give me the pen, I'll write!"

All the Yin gods around handed over a pen.

Chen Huangpi picked up a pen and was about to write something on the clay figure.

But he paused.

"Ah ghost, how do you write the word Huang Tian in the underworld language..."

"Master..."

The soul-seeking ghost said bitterly: "We, the creatures born in the underworld, have naturally mastered the underworld language since the moment we were born. But you want me to teach you how to write it, but I don't know how to teach you. Even if I teach you, you still can't write it."

Before the sudden changes in heaven and earth.

The underworld and the human world are interconnected.

Some immortals who were interested in this underworld text had tried to memorize its meaning, but they were unable to write it down.

Even a creature who has been reincarnated into the underworld can write it down.

But once it turns back.

Immediately, I couldn’t write even a single word.

Because the underworld text is bound by certain rules.

Just like the sun is yang and the moon is yin.

They are all rules.

But at this time, there was something wrong in the eyes of the Yin Gods.

Very anxious and angry.

Chen Huangpi said with a bitter face: "Ah Gui, write a word in my heart and I will copy it."

Naturally, the murderous ghost cannot shirk responsibility.

It immediately wrote the two words "Huang Tian" in Chen Huangpi's heart.

The two words were black and crooked, just like ghost drawings.

Chen Huangpi tried to write.

But I just can’t write it.

"I claimed to be well-read, but I never thought I would end up forgetting words."

Chen Huangpi took a look at those evil spirits.

The evil spirits' eyes became even worse.

"How about I give you the pen and you write it?"

Chen Huangpi tentatively handed over the pen in his hand, but the Yin God refused to take it. He just looked at him with eyes that became increasingly colder.

"Chen Huangpi, stop wasting time and just write something casually."

The brass oil lamp shouted, "I can't bless you anyway, so what are you afraid of!"

"Okay, then I'll really write it."

Having said that, Chen Huangpi gritted his teeth and started writing on the clay figure.

This pen is out of ink.

But when I put pen to paper, the words really appeared.

This word is not a ghost word.

Nor are the words like flowers, birds, fish and insects on Chen Huangpi's body.

It's just ordinary text.

Lines of words were written down like this.

Then, Chen Huangpi took out the jade of resurrection that he had gnawed until it was only half the size of a fist, and wanted to put it all into the clay figure, but hesitated.

"They can create a Yin spirit with just a fingernail. I dug this piece with great difficulty, so I can't let it go to waste..."

creak...

Chen Huangpi took a big bite.

Then he chewed it a few times and went straight into his stomach.

In my mind, the Six Yin God, who was already full, took another big bite and immediately seemed to be dead, and there was no movement anymore.

The rest are only as big as a finger.

However, Chen Huangpi did not eat it again.

Because the eyes of the Yin Gods became extremely angry, as if they were spitting on his behavior.

Throw this resurrection jade into the clay figure.

Then, the clay figure changed.

A cold and evil aura emerged from the clay figure.

However, until the clay figure stood up and turned into a ghost god, the words on his body did not disappear.

Moreover, this Yin God is not tall.

The body is not long and narrow.

But Chen Huangpi was indeed bragging. The facial features of the clay figures he sculpted were crooked and even uglier than those made by the evil spirits. There was not the slightest solemn majesty of a god, but instead a sense of absurdity and weirdness.

The main thing is.

It’s okay that this evil spirit is crooked.

The handwriting of Chen Huangpi is also crooked.

He had always written on paper, but this was the first time he had written on clay figures.

If these words do not disappear, the Yin God's body will be covered with these ugly words.

Even Chen Huangpi couldn't write any more after he got to the end.

Even the serial number: nine million nine hundred and eighty-one thousand four hundred and twenty-four is written on the forehead of this Yin God.

"This……"

Chen Huangpi looked at the other Yin Gods helplessly.

The eyes of the Yin gods are very strange.

Indescribably weird.

Their eyes kept scanning back and forth between Chen Huangpi and this even more bizarre fellow.

This time, the Yin God closest to Chen Huangpi could not stand.

It suddenly walked in front of Chen Huangpi.

Then he stretched out his hand and lowered it to the level of Chen Huangpi's head, then maintained this height and moved it to himself.

Then, it moved to the knee.

You know, this Yin God is extremely tall.

Chen Huangpi is just a teenager, and his height reaching his knees is not considered short.

But this kind of behavior.

But it made Chen Huangpi's heart beat.

"Have these stupid dog Yin spirits finally realized that you are not one of their kind?"

The sound of the brass oil lamp could not tell whether it was sad or happy.

But the Yin God moved his other hand to the head of the strange Yin God created by Chen Huangpi. This strange Yin God was not tall either.

It is only half a body taller than Chen Huangpi.

The Yin God gestured with his hands.

One reaches your knees and the other reaches your thighs.

Its eyes were suddenly filled with confusion.

However, the strange evil spirit created by Chen Huangpi disagreed.

It stretched out its hands directly towards Chen Huangpi, as if asking for something.

"I don't have any, Huang Twenty-Four, you ask them where to go."

Chen Huangpi shook his head. He knew that the Yin God he created, whose number was abbreviated as Huang Twenty-four, wanted to ask him for a bamboo hat and a black robe.

But I only have a bamboo hat.

It doesn’t even have a black robe, so where can it get one?

Although Huang Ershisi is ugly and weird, he is very trusting of Chen Huangpi.

Chen Huangpi asked it to ask other Yin gods for it.

It really reached out to the other Yin gods.

But the Yin gods were all in a strange state of confusion and ignored Huang Twenty-four, who was even less like the same species as Chen Huangpi.

Huang Twenty-four was at a loss.

The brass oil lamp said with a dark face: "Silly child, if someone doesn't give it to you, you won't snatch it away. You are made by Chen Huangpi, how come you haven't inherited any of his good qualities!"

As soon as these words came out.

Huang Twenty-four nodded thoughtfully.

Then, the body suddenly grew larger, and the crooked words all over the body gave off an extremely strange aura.

In the blink of an eye, under the incredulous gaze of the brass oil lamp, he became half a body taller than those Yin Gods, then grabbed a Yin God and punched him, and then directly stripped off the Yin God's hat and black robe.

Wear a conical hat and a black robe.

Huang Twenty-four's body shrank until it was the same size as the Yin Gods.

Its strange and ugly appearance was immediately hidden.

Then, Huang Ershisi stood in front of Chen Huangpi and looked at him silently.

That look was pure and passionate.

Chen Huangpi got goose bumps all over his body. "Why are you looking at me? Go and complete the ceremony facing the golden gate..."

Huang Twenty-four nodded upon hearing this.

Then he walked towards the golden gate.

The brass oil lamp said in surprise: "Chen Huangpi, this Huang Ershishi doesn't think you are its father, does it? It listens to you so much."

"nonsense."

Chen Huangpi said, "Master said that I am very handsome, but it is so ugly. I don't have such an ugly son. Besides, it and I have no blood relationship. My Jingxian Temple will not be passed on to it, and the same goes for Daqian and Huangquan Yintu."

"Ah! The golden gate is shining again!"

The golden gate emitted golden light again.

The yellow twenty-four was dyed golden, making it sparkle.

And that cold and somewhat dull voice sounded again.

All the Yin Spirits listened attentively.

"The Dao calendar is 17,400 years old. Now there is a Yin God who prays to Huang Tian for blessings. However, Huang Tian has not been born yet, and the Dao Lord has not arrived, so..."

"Therefore..."

"Therefore..."

The voice said the word "gu" three times in a row.

It was like he was stuck and couldn't say the rest of the sentence "not approved".

So, so, so…

Countless old words rang out from the Golden Gate.

The Yin gods didn't know what to do, but Huang Twenty-four was still kneeling and begging.

Because Chen Huangpi didn't let it stop.

The Yin Gods looked at each other and all surrounded Huang Twenty-four.

However, these evil spirits did not notice it.

The short evil spirit who ate the resurrection jade as his meal had disappeared at some point.

Chen Huangpi tiptoed out.

He moved cautiously.

When I walked to the back, I started jogging.

It will be dark in two hours.

If you don't leave, you won't be able to leave.

"Jinjiao, where is the way out you mentioned?"

Chen Huangpi called out to Jinjiao in his heart.

As for the other Book of Souls in the Yama Palace, he no longer had the heart to take it.

The Yama Palace is gone.

Returning to the human world, rescuing the master is the top priority.

Jinjiao said, "Yellow-skinned father, I can only feel that the road leading to the human world is nearby, but now there is golden light everywhere, and my spiritual perception has been affected. I can't be sure, but you seem to be getting farther and farther away from that road."

"Getting farther and farther?"

Chen Huangpi turned around and looked behind him.

Behind them were only the evil spirits gathered in front of the Golden Gate.

"Don't tell me that the way back to the human world is through that door, right?"

Chen Huangpi had just finished speaking.

Sudden……

The golden light around disappeared instantly.

Inside the golden gate, the cold and rigid voice stopped, and only the sound of "gu gu gu" was still echoing in the air.

Therefore, the words are getting fainter and fainter.

Until you can't hear it anymore.

The voice rang out again.

Only this time, it was no longer cold and rigid, but became gloomy and weird.

"The Dao calendar is 17,400 years old. Now there is a Yin God who asks for the blessing of Huang Tian. Although Huang Tian has not been born yet and the Dao Lord has not arrived yet, he meets the qualifications, so he is approved!"

As soon as the voice fell, the golden gate was suddenly covered with pale green copper rust, no longer having its previous majestic appearance.

Instead, it is eerie and strange.

It was pitch black inside the door.

Pale hands stretched out from it and held the door frame tightly.

This door became the gate of ghosts.

And behind the door.

Through the darkness, one could vaguely see the shape of a palace.

Chen Huangpi said dryly: "Yanluo Palace, behind this ghost gate is Yanluo Palace, just like the old temple."

The brass oil lamp trembled and said, "And that voice, Chen Huangpi, does it sound like my voice to you?"

As soon as he finished speaking, an ancient oil lamp covered with copper rust and burning with underworld fire emerged from the ghost gate in front of Chen Huangpi's incredulous gaze.

It is exactly what a brass oil lamp should look like.

The Nine Netherworld Divine Lamp said indifferently: "I am the Nine Netherworld Divine Lamp, and you can be the Yin God."

　I finished writing it half an hour ago, and it took me half an hour to write the last paragraph smoothly.

　　In fact, it’s just a few words changed.

　　Let everyone wait for a long time.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)