Chapter 462

"Fengdu... Great Emperor."

When the spirit of the Ming Family Dragon King no longer resists, the Ming family members in the ancestral residence find it difficult to continue supporting this confrontation at the level of karmic luck.

The black shadow in the sky continuously spreads, gradually revealing its image.

The Ming family members also finally recognize the identity of the intruder.

The phantom of the Great Emperor raises his hand, palm facing down, pressing down toward the Ming family ancestral residence.

The most difficult and most consuming follow-up link has ended; now, he wants to open up a concrete result.

He wants to let his closed-door disciple have a clear and measurable concept in his heart every time he thinks of this day in the future.

After this day, he has to go back to suppress the restlessness of hell, and for a long time, his power will not be able to be projected outward.

But, it doesn't matter.

What should be done, he has already done; next, he can sit in hell and wait with peace of mind for this closed-door disciple to pay back the debt.

For a long time in the future, what the closed-door disciple does for him can only be considered interest; the principal has always been placed there, unmoved.

After the interest is paid in full, in the end, the principal must be settled properly.

Li Zhuiyuan previously compared his situation to carrying a thirty-year mortgage.

Well, it's still equal principal and interest.

The Great Emperor's palm brings darkness to the entire Ming family.

At this time, if the Ming family members start to walk in the yin, they can see faint black mist rising from everyone, every building, and even every flower and grass in the Ming family.

This is applying disaster and removing karmic luck after breaking their defense.

If it were a heritage force focused on formations, it could continue to block it; if it were a heritage specializing in feng shui, such as the former Dragon King Liu, it might be able to fight it;

even if it were the Dragon King Qin of that year... the direct impact on the Qin family might be even smaller.

But for the special secret technique heritage of the Ming family, fear and warning signs have arisen in the hearts of almost everyone.

The cultivation of the Ming family's secret technique requires continuous soul enhancement and soul tempering; without considering the emotional loss of control brought about by this, the more times, the higher the quality, and the stronger the strength.

The birth of fear means that for their own next round of improvement, they have already been timid before the battle.

Unless the Ming family gives birth to a genius who can revise the secret technique and open a new path, there is no need to consider the next generation or the next-next generation; this can almost clearly indicate that the Ming family's overall strength has reached its peak.

Standing here and looking down, it is a bottomless decline.

For other forces in the underworld, this is simply the most suitable prey, because the Ming family has lost its ability to create blood and heal wounds.

Taking a bite today, grabbing a handful tomorrow, accumulating little by little, these are all permanent and irreversible injuries.

Ming Qinyun sits blankly on the prayer mat in the ancestral hall.

The spirit of the Ming Family Dragon King that left home earlier has returned.

Regarding this, Ming Qinyun no longer has the slightest expectation.

This group of ancestors has proven time and time again with facts that they cannot be relied upon.

"Hum! Hum. Hum!"

However, what Ming Qinyun did not expect was that even if she didn't have expectations, the ancestors could break the lower limit time and time again here.

The returned spirit of the Ming Family Dragon King did not stay for long; they did not go to comfort the family's descendants, nor did they go to select children with natural talent for key protection, but instead...

"Crack!"

"Crack!"

"Crack!"

One by one, the Ming family Dragon King spirit tablets crack.

Ming Qinyun's eyes widen, looking at this scene in disbelief.

White rays of light scatter from the cracked spirit tablets, and after flying out of the ancestral hall, they continue to disperse, and after dispersing, they continue to scatter, scattering in all directions.

The spirit of the Ming Family Dragon King collectively destroys their own spirit tablets and cuts off their own incense.

Giving back the karmic luck that was condensed here because of their existence and originally belonged to the Dragon King Ming Family to the entire underworld!

From today on,

the Dragon King Ming Family will no longer have a spirit.

Ming Qinyun supports the ground with her hands, falls to the side, mouth agape, face full of bewilderment.

Above the ancestral hall, the giant palm that the Great Emperor was about to slap down stops.

Originally, what he wanted to do was to completely extinguish the Ming family's karmic luck.

But the spirit of the Ming Family Dragon King chose not to make a final resistance and struggle, and did not waste karmic luck on this.

The giant palm slowly retracts.

Since sitting in Fengdu, the Great Emperor has witnessed two thousand years of underworld turmoil.

This underworld is not boring or uninteresting precisely because they are born generation after generation.

The darkness in the sky begins to be recovered, and the figure of the Great Emperor also gradually dissipates.

He has already opened up the result he wanted; now, it is time to leave.

The Ming family is still the Ming family, but the Ming family is no longer the Ming family; the dragon scales have been peeled clean, leaving only a mass of seemingly huge rotten meat.

This closed-door disciple of his only needs to continue walking forward step by step, and it won't be long before he can come to the door in person to settle the score and take revenge.

Li Zhuiyuan's gaze finally falls on the Ming family ancestral hall in the blurred picture in front of him.

The Ming family old woman is inside at this time.

The young man's gaze is cold.

Grandma Liu was able to endure humiliation and bear heavy burdens back then, hard-pressed to support the signs of the two family gates until now, waiting for the situation to turn around.

Now,

Ming family matriarch,

it depends on your performance.

The black shadow completely dissipates.

Ming Qinyun stares at the cracked ancestor spirit tablets in front of her, the expression on her face like crying and like laughing.

The Ming family, which once sat at the dining table with other giants of the underworld to discuss how to share the Qin and Liu families, has now also been placed on the dining table.

Ming Qinyun did not expect that one day, she would end up in the same situation as that jinx of a dead woman.

Her fingernails embed into her palms, blood flows out, but she doesn't care.

"Liu Yumei, no matter what, my Ming family is still a centipede that dies but never stiffens, while you have long since completely lost hope.

I don't care what happens to the Ming family in the future,

at least,

I can see you taking Dragon King Qin and Dragon King Liu to lie in the coffin one step before me, hahaha!"

Above the small town outside the guesthouse, the portrait of the Great Emperor of Fengdu completely burns into ashes.

Everyone in the guesthouse returns to normal, only inadvertently looking up at the wall clock, feeling that time passed so quickly, or self-deprecatingly sighing that they had been in a daze for so long inadvertently.

In the room, the black shadow standing at the window slowly retracts, becoming the shadow on Old Man Zhai again; perhaps because the moonlight is soft, this shadow also becomes much lighter.

At the mountain gate of Lu Family Village, the Great Emperor's towering and majestic figure gradually retreats.

Before completely leaving, this majestic figure slowly lowers its head.

The young man whose red threads are continuously detaching also looks up at this time.

It is as if heaven and earth are making eye contact at this moment, everything is unspoken.

The Great Emperor leaves completely.

The thunder that lasted for a long time above Fengdu finally ceases.

Inside the Fengdu hell, along with the Great Emperor's return, everything is corrected.

First is that huge body that was about to stand up, falling back to its original position, but the slight trembling and loosening on this body have not been completely eliminated.

The tomb owner sits back in the Huang Quan; the Huang Quan no longer flow backward, but they also do not flow forward, maintaining stagnation.

The bottom five levels of hell are already full of chanting and Buddha-reciting sounds; for a time, darkness covers two levels, but the last three levels still persist in "Namo Amitabha."

The palace gates of the Five Ghost Emperors reopen, continuing to help run the underworld.

The Ten Yama Kings fall back into their seats, as if the previous writhing was just wanting to change posture after sitting for too long.

The Great Emperor is tired, exhausted, but the Great Emperor's remaining prestige still exists; when he returns, this hell is still called Fengdu.

All judges, ghost messengers, and those ghost soldiers and ghost generals also immediately perform their respective duties, whips are cracked, and oil pans are warmed up.

A pitch-black official road extends from the top level of hell, hanging all the way to the Young Lord's residence originally located at the corner edge.

From then on, the Fengdu Great Emperor Palace and the Fengdu Young Lord's residence are connected together.

Inside the residence, a group of Zhao-surnamed ghost officials weep with joy, leaving strings of yin tears.

Reluctant to waste their own ghost energy crystals, they pick them up and stuff them into their mouths while crying.

This is an improvement in courtesy, this is a recognition of treatment.

From now on, the Zhao-surnamed ghost officials in the Young Lord's residence will go to arrest evil ghosts who committed many evils in their lifetimes, and no other ghost messengers will dare to make things difficult or ridicule them.

Inside the Fengdu Great Emperor Palace, Yin Meng takes off the imperial robe and removes the crown.

Sticking out her tongue, Mengmeng tiptoes back to her edge position, pretending to hold a book and reading it very seriously.

The already obscure words become even more profound at this moment.

Hmm...

Yin Meng hurriedly turns the upside-down book right side up.

"Thump!"

Something lands on Yin Meng's desk.

Yin Meng picks it up suspiciously, and after taking a look, her face immediately shows joy.

Last time, she was able to leave hell and go to the ghost city above to see Brother Xiaoyuan, relying on a piece of yellow paper, similar to a written instruction.

The written instruction has a validity period and will burn itself before dark, and she herself will be forcibly brought back to hell.

What fell this time is a token for entering and exiting the ghost gate.

Yin Meng puts the token to her mouth and bites it with her teeth.

Very hard, very solid, definitely not one-time use.

This means that next, she can go to the ghost city whenever she wants, and is not restricted by time.

Although she still cannot leave Fengdu to go to Nantong to reunite with everyone, but everyone... Runsheng can come to Fengdu to see her!

Yin Meng begins to cast her expectant gaze on the gray-black circle on the desk; she can't wait to tell Runsheng this good news.

Immediately, she shakes her head again.

No, Runsheng is with Brother Xiaoyuan on the river now, she cannot affect his mood.

At this time, firelight appears in the gray-black circle, and a piece of yellow paper with words written on it appears inside, familiar and full of intimacy, the ugly handwriting, one look and it's written by Runsheng.

"Xiaoyuan said, after this wave is over, don't rush back to Nantong, go to Fengdu first."

Runsheng has a simple and honest smile on his face, tidying up the offering table.

Last time Xiaoyuan took A Li to Fengdu and saw Yin Meng, but he was following Tan Wenbin to catch evil spirits at that time and couldn't go.

Now, he is looking forward to this wave ending early; it would be best if that Living Person Valley Valley Master appeared in front of him right now, so he could take a shovel and hack him to death.

Tan Wenbin: "Congratulations Runsheng, there are airplanes now, transportation is convenient; you go to see Mengmeng, and I go with A You to drive to Jin Ling to see Yunyun and the others, it won't take too long."

Runsheng: "Plane tickets are expensive."

After a pause, Runsheng continues:

"After going back, let Old Man Li pack a few more pieces of land for me to farm."

When the red thread merged with the Great Emperor's figure, what Li Zhuiyuan gained was not only the Great Emperor's perspective, but also more experiences and feelings.

He guessed that since the Great Emperor placed a heavy bet this time, he would inevitably grant Yin Meng freedom after returning.

But Li Zhuiyuan also perceived that Yin Meng's freedom was only in the ghost city of the human world; she still could not leave there.

This is not because the Great Emperor still wants to use Yin Meng to hold him; things have been done to this point, and there is no need to leave a hand to disgust him.

In the past, the Great Emperor needed to keep Yin Meng to act as a rope that could be triggered against him at any time.

Now, the Great Emperor needs to keep Yin Meng to show the Heavenly Dao that he is still holding that rope.

It is mainly because his positioning in the Heavenly Dao is too special; no matter what he thinks now, the Great Emperor still has to put on a posture that master and disciple will inevitably kill each other in the future, keeping this contradiction.

Yin Meng is the carrier of all karma between him and the Great Emperor.

If he hadn't seen that girl in the coffin shop when he was touring the ghost street with Tan Wenbin and Runsheng, then in his eyes, the ghost city would probably still be just a tourist attraction.

To let Yin Meng gain complete human freedom, the past path was to wait until he grew up one day, take Runsheng to break into hell, and force the Great Emperor to hand over the person.

Now, taking this as the only path seems a bit unreasonable; in other words, there is one more path, which is for him to break through the blockade of the Heavenly Dao's gaze, so the Great Emperor can let go without scruples.

In essence, he is the same as Yin Meng.

What she cannot leave is the ghost city; what he cannot enter is adulthood.

His right hand is held by a soft hand.

Li Zhuiyuan turns his head and looks at the girl beside him.

He can understand her expression from her eyes, and she can empathize with the few emotions in the bottom of his heart.

Li Zhuiyuan closes his eyes, and after a while, opens them again.

The young man discards distracting thoughts and returns to calmness.

"Brother Binbin."

"Here."

"We are done here, take a look at the situation inside, if necessary, urge them."

"Understood."

Tan Wenbin faces the mountain gate of Lu Family Village, opening his snake eyes.

Before long, Tan Wenbin laughs:

"Brother Xiaoyuan, they are almost done too."

The slaughter inside Lu Family Village enters the final stage.

Actually, if it weren't for the sacrifice Li Zhuiyuan made that attracted the Great Emperor's projection, bringing great pressure to the wolf pack inside, this slaughter could have ended earlier.

But overall, the pros far outweigh the cons.

Especially Tan Wenbin's previous sentence: "Everything is fine outside, everyone focus on chasing the deer!"

For the wolf pack inside, no matter if the fierce tiger outside is resisting terror or creating terror itself, in short, the fierce tiger itself is very terrifying.

The so-called setting up a flag is essentially setting up prestige.

On this river, it is never because you have reported your family name that everyone thinks you are powerful and has to hold you up and worship you; that is because your family is powerful, your ancestors are powerful, and by extension, everyone thinks you are likely powerful too.

And if you have already shown that you are powerful, setting up a flag just makes everything more justified, making everyone feel happier when listening to your orders later.

The Lu family members are almost all dead.

The last batch of Lu family members attempting to hide in the divine deer cage are either thrown out by Lu Jiu as cushions or have their blood squeezed by him to replenish some injuries.

Even so, Lu Jiu is already at the end of his rope.

He is ultimately not the one from the past who could become stronger the more he fought, making the besiegers more and more uneasy.

Lu Jiu can see the bloodthirsty excitement in the eyes of this group of young people looking at him.

I remember someone who was suspected to be from the Dragon King family beside me back then said this:

"His family burden is too heavy; the more he cannot lose, the more he cannot afford to lose or die, and instead, he cannot evolve the true meaning of putting the Qin family in a position of death and rebirth."

Lu Jiu looks around at the broken and bloody Lu Family Village.

He could have let go of everything, but the whole person, having reached this point, is still floating, and even the most fierce punch couldn't be thrown out.

The wolf pack smells the opportunity.

The powerful opponent not only has physical injuries to the extreme, but his mentality is also the first to collapse.

Luo Xiaoyu's fingertips have black and white pieces, about to fall, to kill!

The zither girl pulls the strings, and the feng shui killing intent locks onto Lu Jiu's head.

Fighting until now, the white-robed monk who has always fought with techniques takes out his zen staff for the first time, his figure quickly flashing forward, his Vajra eyes angry.

Tao Zhuming's square seal rotates in his palm, Ling Wuxing swings his whip, Zhu Yiwen lifts his folding fan, and even the seriously injured Feng Xionglin has blood mist overflowing from his body, preparing to charge.

Everyone releases their accumulated moves, intending to compete for Lu Jiu's head!

This is the rule set by the group of people outside; whoever takes the head gets the most noble deer head, and everyone recognizes and follows this rule.

Lu Jiu: "Hahaha..."

"Boom! Boom! Boom!"

Air waves roll, light and shadow are brilliant.

When everything settles, a blind man carrying a lame man appears in front.

Zhu Qing on Luo Yang's back holds Lu Jiu's head.

The first reaction of everyone else is to immediately follow up with another attack to solve the person who snatched the head.

This is their instinct.

Luo Yang perceives the terrifying killing intent approaching from all around, and Zhu Qing even shouts out:

"Brother, not good..."

But the next moment, everyone restrains this instinct.

Instead, congratulations appear:

"Congratulations."

"So fast."

"The timing is grasped so well."

"Can we trade some deer antlers with you?"

Luo Yang slowly relaxes his feet and gently lifts the younger sister on his body.

Zhu Qing understands and speaks:

"This head was not taken by us; before we made a move to take the head, that guy took his own head off and committed suicide."

Hearing this, everyone is stunned for a moment, and then many people look at Wang Lin, who has been sleeping in the corner from beginning to end.

This fatty really slept Lu Jiu to death!

Wang Lin opens his eyes, stretches, and then stands up while digging out eye boogers, looking shy:

"Hehe, sorry, lucky, let me have it, let me have it."

Should have woken up early, deliberately slept a little longer, the purpose was to watch whether everyone would follow the rules.

Zhu Qing throws the head over, Wang Lin reaches out to catch it and holds it in his arms.

"Everyone has a share, everyone has a share, whoever wants deer antlers, I'll give them, hehe, I'll give them."

The head has a place to go, and everyone's gaze shifts to the cage.

Only one deer head was separated from the divine deer, and the rest is also an absolute treasure.

But because of this series of interruptions, no one is in a hurry to rush in now.

Rushing in means fighting and killing, competing for other parts based on ability.

But thinking about having to protect the deer head from being damaged while snatching... this atmosphere is a bit uncomfortable.

In the past on the river, competing for opportunities was based on ability, and there were no taboos, but this time there is a tiger lying outside the door; even if it didn't come in, you still have to face it when you go out.

"Clap! Clap! Clap!"

Ling Wuxing swings the thunder whip in his hand three times, attracting everyone's attention, and says:

"I, Ling Wuxing, here promise with the Dragon King gate, I will go in and lead the divine deer inside out intact, and then, let everyone decide."

Tao Zhuming: "Then I'll trouble Brother Ling."

Seeing no one raise an objection, Ling Wuxing leaves his subordinates outside and walks into the dungeon alone.

No one worries that he will take it all for himself; no matter how powerful the divine deer is, it is not an immortal pill, and you won't immediately achieve great success after swallowing it all; but if he fails to lead the divine deer out intact, everyone will collectively attack him just like they treated Lu Jiu earlier.

And Ling Wuxing's move actually paves the way for the subsequent arrangement of the divine deer.

Zhu Yiwen wipes the blood off Feng Xionglin's body and sighs:

"Everyone is actually so obedient."

Feng Xionglin looks at Xu Mofan, who is walking slowly with a spear in the back, and says: "The more obedient one is there."

Xu Mofan has been guarding the Lu Family ancestral hall from beginning to end.

After the sacrifice ended, he specifically used the spear tip to pierce the wall behind the offering table and glanced at the secret room inside.

On the chairs in the secret room, white human-shaped marks were left.

It is feared that at the other end of the formation, this group of people should also have been squeezed into dry bones.

Because Xu Mofan was not there, Xia He, who had been hiding in the corner from beginning to end, ran out and handed water to her young master.

Xu Mofan takes it and drinks several mouthfuls in a row.

Feng Xionglin reminds: "Save some stomach, there will be deer blood to drink later."

Xu Mofan looks around and asks suspiciously: "Why stop snatching?"

Zhu Yiwen: "Snatching is dull."

Xu Mofan nods and lets out a sigh: "Sigh, indeed so."

Feng Xionglin: "Hey, you look like you've seen through the secular world; are you going to light the lamp a second time after this wave ends?"

Xu Mofan: "Need to wait a bit longer."

It is a denial, but it defaults to more.

Zhu Yiwen lifts his head to squeeze the cloth, squeezing the blood inside into his mouth to drink, while saying: