AWB Chapter 175: Changes in the Netherworld
Chapter 175: Changes in the Netherworld
Rumble!
A roar suddenly sounded in the Netherworld Hell. In the eighteen levels of hell, which were originally bottomless and lifeless, all kinds of twists and turns began to arise without anyone knowing when.
In the deepest part of the Eighteen Levels of Hell, a terrifying creature with long red horns and a body made of magma slowly stood up. His body exuded a brutal and terrifying murderous power, and the aura of a peak Daluo Golden Immortal was not concealed at all.
"Who is it, that lowly ant, that dares to disturb my rest? Aren't you afraid that I, the great King of the Eighteen Hells, will annihilate you right here!"
Ever since the creation of the Six Paths of Reincarnation and the eighteen levels of hell in the underworld, this terrifying creature has lived here. He doesn't know his own name, let alone his mission, but only knows that he is the king of all of this.
Any zombie hero soul that enters the top of the Eighteen Levels of Hell, even outsiders, will be continuously devoured by him.
But today, before he could continue speaking, he suddenly felt his soul dim, and then a surge of karma came over him.
This karma seemed to have transformed into thousands of chains, not only wrapping him up, but also erasing everything he had, even his own cultivation and soul dissipated in this erasure.
"No! I can't die. I am the king of the eighteen levels of hell. I am the true king!!"
Furukawa slowly walked out from the corner, listening to the roar of the monster next to him, his expression did not change at all.
Only after the monster died did he come to the place where the monster was originally, and took out a token with a wave of his hand.
And on this token was clearly engraved the image of the monster that had just died.
“I never thought that in the eighteen levels of hell, the thoughts and experiences of sentient beings could actually create such a terrifying existence!
Although he cannot cultivate the path of a quasi-saint, he is already invincible among the peak Daluo Jinxian realm."
Furukawa said calmly while polishing the token in his hand.
"That's because there must be such a being in the Six Paths of Reincarnation. Otherwise, we can't let Furukawa Daoyou's zombies do these things."
At this moment, a clear voice was heard inexplicably in the eighteen levels of hell, and a figure in a light red robe slowly entered.
"Fellow Daoist Guchuan, it's been ten thousand years!"
Looking at the figure in front of him, some memories flashed in Sage Pingxin's eyes, but then they returned to normal.
Furukawa stood above the sky of the Eighteen Levels of Hell with his long hair draped over his shoulders. There was no expression on his face, but at this moment he was smiling.
"Should I call you Fellow Daoist Pingxin, or Hou Tu?
After all, I wouldn't dare take your peach tree. If you discovered my existence, it would be a joke!"
Furukawa's words were ambiguous. He did not say what his situation was, but instead teased the Sage Pingxin in front of him.
"Don't do this, don't do this..."
Even though she was a saint, she felt her mind slightly shaken when someone mentioned her recent dark history, but then Empress Pingxin regained her composure.
"I wonder if the current place is under control. Are there any subordinates of the Three Pure Ones in the Western Religion of Heaven?"
Furukawa said with a slightly serious expression.
"The saints' schemes are everywhere. Although this underworld is under my control, there are still many little rats that often sneak in. Although it gives me a headache, I can't completely eliminate them."
Hearing this, Guchuan nodded slightly and then asked about the current development of Honghuang.
If the Twelve Ancestral Witches could see some truths, then for the saints, everything in the entire prehistoric world was absorbed by them.
Unless there are really anomalies in this world that interfere with the secrets of heaven and change the structure of heaven and earth, everything is in the hands of the saints.
Saint Pingxin waved his hand casually, and the top of the Eighteen Layers of Hell, which was originally extremely dark and without sunlight, suddenly became extremely warm, and a little fluorescent light penetrated the space and fell here.
The dark power around dissipated, leaving only the fairy spirit, making this place look like a beautiful scenery on earth.
Then, a magnificent palace suddenly appeared in this place, and the power of the saint was floating in it, which was extremely domineering.
Guchuan sat down. While tasting the peaches, he listened to what the Sage Pingxin said and tried to find the foreshadowing left by the ancestor Hongjun.
After Empress Pingxin finished talking about the changes that had happened during this period, she mentioned it again.
"Fellow Daoist Guchuan, please stay in my palace.
Your appearance must have been noticed by the Heavenly Court. Even if there were no clues, they would have noticed you.
Although there are occasional little rats in my underworld, everything is under control, and your safety can naturally be guaranteed."
Upon hearing this, Guchuan shook his head slightly and rejected Empress Pingxin's kindness.
Of course, it’s not that he is arrogant, but after the great catastrophe of the Conferred Gods is over, the rules of heaven and earth will be fixed, making it impossible for the saints to take action without reason.
Even a peerless saint like Taiqing Laozi cannot change this law, which shows how blocked the way of heaven will be in the future.
If I can't muddy the waters before the great catastrophe of the Conferred Gods arrives, then my main body won't have much time left.
even.
It is very likely that when the real body is born, it will be tightened by the power of heaven.
Furukawa shook his head and continued to ask.
"I appreciate your kindness, but I'm more curious now about whether the Conferred God Ceremony has truly begun."
Ever since the underground deification ended, the world has known about the God of Wind. This is an unparalleled shortcut.
Although it would be banned by the laws of the Dao, its immortal and cyclical power of resurrection could still attract the attention of countless beings.
If the Heavenly Court has already begun to confer gods, and even imposed the heavy responsibility of conferring gods on the three religions, then things would be a bit too hasty.
“No, Haotian and Yaochi have only just taken control of the Heavenly Court and haven’t even had time to pacify the Ten Directions.
There are quite a few grass-headed gods, but they are just some unlucky guys."
"By the way, Fellow Daoist Guchuan, many strange changes have occurred in Chang'e. If you have time, would you be willing to go with me to the Six Paths of Reincarnation to investigate?"
When Guchuan heard this, he raised his head slightly. If he remembered correctly, the identity he left for Chang'e was the noble Meng Po in the tunnel.
This position was the backup plan left to Furukawa by the Sage Pingxin, but Furukawa used it on Chang'e.
"Of course you can. Since the Heavenly Court hasn't even begun to truly confer gods, there's still a chance for things to change.
Moreover, if something unexpected happens in the tunnel, our subsequent Conferred God Plan will be delayed indefinitely."
Furukawa said with a slightly grim expression.
But what Sage Pingxin said next made Gu Chuan's face even uglier, and even a bit of anger continued to rise in his body.