Chapter 177 Fleeting
However, the crimson glow only fluctuated a little before returning to normal.
Still brilliant, but unable to provide any more help to Li Yuan.
"I hope the generals at Demon Suppression Pass can bring some good news."
Li Yuan was helpless. He looked around but found no clues.
He casually cast a gentle healing spell at the soldiers who had returned from repelling the monsters.
Then, he flew towards the palace.
He sensed the abnormal fluctuations of the gourd and used the magic of movement to come here.
Leaving Zhang Tiansheng alone in the palace, Li Yuan was really worried that the Wuchen Mountain God would cause trouble.
The wounded and exhausted soldiers were somewhat surprised, and felt a gentle force healing them.
Looking up, I saw Li Yuan's back as he walked away.
"Immortal...Immortal God will personally treat us?"
Some soldiers couldn't believe it.
"And... you haven't asked the adults for payment yet?"
The other soldiers were also very shocked.
They felt very strange watching Li Yuan's figure disappearing into the distance in an instant.
Li Yuan just cast a small spell, but it made these soldiers feel mixed emotions.
And inside the palace.
Back to a moment ago.
As soon as Li Yuan hurriedly left the palace, Wuchen Mountain God looked at Zhang Tiansheng.
"Anshan Li Yuan, you made me lose face in front of mortals..."
Wuchen Mountain God raised his hand with a gloomy face.
Zhang Tiansheng sat cross-legged, motionless.
A ray of immortal light condensed from the fingertips of Wuchen Mountain God, carrying with it terrifying power.
A sinister smile appeared on the face of Wuchen Mountain God.
But before he could make a move, he felt an extremely powerful force locking onto him.
Then, everything went black, and I lost consciousness...
In a dark and terrifying world.
The world is vast and everything is turbid.
Here there are evil ghosts wailing and dead souls screaming.
Bizarre souls wander around, devouring all life.
There is no end to the living souls, and there is no end to the dead evil.
On a muddy path, the underworld messenger emitting a strong smell of death was waving a whip, driving away countless ghosts on the yellow mud path.
Wuchen Mountain God opened his eyes and his whole body instinctively trembled because of the strong evil spirit.
"Hey, rare visitor."
The underworld messenger with a somewhat dark face came over, smiling faintly, and exuding a terrible evil aura.
The Yinming Messenger is of human appearance, with a rather ordinary look, and even has a bit of a simple and honest temperament.
However, coupled with the murderous aura all over his body, he seemed a little gloomy.
Wuchen Mountain God turned his head slightly.
"This...is this the underworld?!"
Sensing the endless evil spirit, Wuchen Mountain God became a little panicked.
What's going on? Wasn't I just about to take action against that mortal monk?
How come when I opened my eyes, I was in the underworld! ?
Wuchen Mountain God was terrified and circulated his immortal power, trying to absorb spiritual energy to prove that this was an illusion.
But he discovered to his despair that this place really seemed to be the underworld!
Among the three realms, only the underworld cultivates the spirit of death and forms its own order.
There is no immortal spirit in the entire underworld!
The underworld messenger chuckled, and his laughter sounded like the friction of steel, a little harsh.
"Even though he is a fairy god, he still has to go through life after being cast down to the underworld."
As if receiving some instructions, the underworld messenger took out a pitch-black rope.
Wuchen Mountain God raised his eyebrows, and felt a strong aura of death coming from the rope!
The deadly aura and immortal power collide with each other. If one is tied up, the immortal soul will be seriously damaged!
"Be bold!"
The Wuchen Mountain God shouted loudly and took several steps back.
"I am a mountain god. It was an accident that I fell into the underworld. How dare you bind my soul?!"
His loud shout could be heard from far away, causing many ghosts to stop and stare at him blankly.
The underworld messenger frowned and whipped the ghosts away.
"This place is one of the branches of the Yellow Spring Road in the underworld."
"I don't care who you are or which powerful person in the sky knocked you down."
The underworld messenger bowed respectfully towards the sky.
"According to the rules, since you have come to this Yellow Springs Road, you have to walk it!"
After saying this, the underworld messenger lost his patience as if he was urged by someone.
He walked straight forward and grabbed Wuchen Mountain God's hands.
Wuchen Mountain God wanted to resist, but he was just an immortal soul. How could he resist the messenger of the underworld?
In an instant, he was caught by the black rope.
The messenger of the underworld grinned faintly, and the terrifying aura was enough to scare countless ghosts.
The Wuchen Mountain God was instantly pulled forward like an animal.
"No...this is impossible!"
Wuchen Mountain God struggled for a moment, as if he had thought of something.
"It shouldn't be possible!"
"Li Yuan is just like me, a mountain god!"
"How could that ordinary man in white next to him be a powerful person?!"
Without punishment from heaven, immortals and gods will not enter the underworld.
Soon, the patrolling immortal who monitors the three realms will notice that something is wrong and come to the rescue.
However, if he were to take a trip to the underworld, even if he was rescued before reincarnation, his cultivation would be half wasted!
Up ahead, the underworld messenger heard a distant yet familiar name, and suddenly trembled all over and stopped silently.
Wuchen Mountain God was still muttering to himself:
"Could that man in white be the Jade Order Envoy? Or the Hundred Mountain Priest?"
"Impossible! Even the Hundred Mountain Festival doesn't have such a method to knock me down to the ground!"
"Li Yuan... Li Yuan! You're harming me!!"
The Wuchen Mountain God roared ferociously, not realizing at all that everything he was about to encounter was due to his evil intentions to harm others first.
The underworld messenger suddenly turned around.
"You are talking about... Li Yuan..."
"But is he a mountain god like you?"
Wuchen Mountain God saw the Yinming Messenger stop and turned back to ask curiously.
Thinking that things might be taking a turn for the better, he nodded quickly.
"Yep!"
"That Li Yuan is the mountain god of Anshan. He is arrogant and domineering. I was tricked by him..."
Upon hearing this, the Underworld Messenger raised his arm to stop the Wuchen Mountain God from speaking:
"Alright, alright, alright."
Wuchen Mountain God was a little puzzled.
The underworld messenger ignored him and turned around and called out to the distance.
"One from the Oil Pan Hell!"
In the distance, a burly messenger from the underworld with a snake head appeared and walked slowly towards them.
"Hiss~ Brother, last time when I was controlling the oil pan hell, I accidentally killed a ghost..."
"A few days ago, I asked you to send someone over to help me make up the numbers..."
"I didn't expect that my brother would take it so seriously. Hiss... He turned around and got one for me..."
"Oh, he's a high and mighty immortal..."
The snake-headed messenger of the underworld spat out a scarlet tongue, with a hint of coldness in his narrow eyes. He looked at the Wuchen Mountain God with considerable satisfaction.
The words "high above" were emphasized particularly strongly.
The Yinming Messenger smiled indifferently and handed the black rope to the snakehead Yinming Messenger.
"Brother Snake, this guy is probably going to be taken away again."
"Hurry up and give the boss a number, then just have fun."
The snake-headed underworld messenger laughed grimly: "Don't worry, brother, I know what I am doing, hehehe..."
The gods of Wuchen Mountain were stunned and then became furious.
"You...you guys!"
"How dare you make a private sentence?!"
"Be careful, I will sue you later!"
The oil pan hell, if you go there, half of your life will be gone!
Even if we rescue it, its cultivation will be completely destroyed and it will be half dead!
Moreover, this old snake-headed ghost obviously has resentment towards the immortals and gods!
The snake-headed underworld messenger sniffed the breath of fear emanating from the Wuchen Mountain God and smiled with satisfaction.
"good......"
Snapped!
It turned around and whipped the Wuchen Mountain God.
The pitch-black whip with bone spurs directly beat the immortal soul of Wuchen Mountain God to pieces.
Wuchen Mountain God cried out in pain, his eyes filled with hatred:
“Damn it…Damn it!”
"I am the God of Wuchen Mountain!"
"You two, have the guts to tell me the true names of your souls from your previous life!"
"It's best to stay in the underworld forever, and never reincarnate!"
"Otherwise, I will hunt you down forever!"
He knew that he probably couldn't escape this frying pan hell.
But after the gods in heaven report their names and ask the messenger from the underworld for their real names, in principle, the messenger from the underworld cannot refuse to answer.
The snake-headed underworld messenger spat out his tongue with a cold look in his eyes: "In my previous life, I was a nameless venomous snake."
"Not long after he gained spiritual wisdom, he was killed by a demon ordered by the gods and spirits, and was taken away to make wine."
The Wuchen Mountain God was speechless for a while, then looked at the Yinming Messenger who had tied him up in the beginning.
The underworld messenger, whose face was somewhat dark, smiled. His smile was indifferent, yet it was slightly cold.
His eyes were so deep that even the Wuchen Mountain God shuddered inexplicably.
"My name is Zhang Xiaohu."