Wu Zun lay on the ground tremblingly, fearing that the sect would be punished by him. After all, all the cultivators in Kunzhou are shouldering the important mission of collecting ghost power for the Netherworld Holy Land. Their behavior of killing the golden elixir monks is tantamount to cutting off firewood from the bottom of a pot. If the sect pursues it, it is impossible to escape the blame.

Fortunately, Wu Zun had just glanced at the burly and thick red-haired evil ghost at the end of the hall. This true ghost body is very familiar to Wu Zun. He is his own legitimate grandfather. He can finally feel a little more at ease. With the protection of his grandfather, he can at least not die.

"Qiao Yinliang, do you know your guilt?"

This Qiao Yinliang is the real name of Wu Zun. Because he is addicted to martial arts and lives, he seems very different in Huangzhou, which occupies an absolute dominant position in the ghost realm practice. He is then given the name of Wu Zun, and his real name has been completely forgotten by the world.

However, in front of these real clan and lords, Wu Zun dared not have any pride or self-esteem. He immediately lowered his head and replied tremblingly: "Disciple knows the guilt! Disciple knows the guilt!"

"Qiao Yinliang! You are bold and reckless. In the past century, you finally killed 1357,623 Golden Pill Cultivators in Kunzhou, which directly caused the income of this sect's ghost power in Kunzhou to drop by 30%!"

Hearing such amazing numbers, even Wu Zun was shocked. He was just trying to kill people and take pills and swallow them. He didn't even notice when the Jindan monks who died under his command had become so many, and the consequences were so terrible.

You should know that this ghost power is crucial to the Netherworld Holy Land. It can even be said to be the foundation of the establishment of a sect. The ghost power provided by the small market I manage every year only accounts for one hundred or thousands of all the output of Kunzhou. Now I have suddenly lost 30% of the income of the sect. Such a mistake is really unforgivable.

Wu Zun was not sure whether his grandfather could save his life. He couldn't help but feel cold. He knocked his head on the ground like pounding garlic, and shouted repeatedly: "Disciple knows that he is guilty! Disciple knows that he is guilty! All ancestors, please spare your life! All ancestors, please spare your life!"

Amid the desperate begging of Wu Zun, the true bodies of the ghost realms of Lihe Venerable almost at the same time emitted all kinds of gloomy and terrifying laughter, which turned the already very strange Huangquan inner palace into a hellish existence.

By this time, although Wu Zun, who had been completely scared, knew that he could not escape death, he could not even raise the slightest resistance and struggle, and suddenly collapsed on the ground with no power.

This is not how cowardly and incompetent Wu Zun is, but that all the magical powers of the ghost cultivators in the Netherworld Holy Land are on the power of the soul, so the pressure brought by these Grim Reunion Venerables is far greater than that of ordinary Grim Reunion Venerables.

In addition, these clutches of the Netherworld Holy Land were deliberately trying to shock Qiao Yinliang, and they all released their strongest pressure. Even Qiao Yinliang's legitimate grandfather, the red-haired ghost king Qiao Feng from the Netherworld Holy Land, did not dare to protect himself, and spared no effort to put pressure on his grandson with other clutches.

Seeing that the early preparation was almost done, a floating ghost shadow appeared in the rolling ghost fog at the end of the hall. It was Di Song, the contemporary ghost emperor in the Netherworld Holy Land.

There is no title of leader in this Netherworld Holy Land. This Ghost Emperor is the first person to take charge of the sect's power, and there are more than a dozen ghost kings who are also in the separation period.

The ghost emperor Di Song showed up behind the ghost Taoist real body, and pointed his finger at the hall, shaking like a sieve, and snorted coldly: "Hmph! Qiao Yinliang, you are extremely guilty, and you cannot recover the losses of the sect even if you die! If you want to save your life, you need to make meritorious contributions and serve the sect wholeheartedly!"

Wu Zun was already scared, so he dared not hesitate at all. He hurriedly agreed: "Disciple will never refuse! Disciple will never refuse! Disciple will never dare to kill Jindan cultivators indiscriminately in the future!"

Unfortunately, Wu Zun didn't understand the situation at all, and he completely expressed his wrong determination. Hearing this, the Ghost Emperor Di Song shouted angrily: "What?! Qiao Yinliang, do you have endless ways to swallow, but you are unwilling to serve the sect?!"

Now Wu Zun became increasingly ignorant of what to do, and knelt on the ground and couldn't speak in a daze.

At this time, the red-haired ghost king Qiao was still compassionate and finally spoke out angrily and shouted: "You stupid thing! Do you think the sect is asking you to abandon the endless way of devouring? If you don't have this supreme way, you are a waste, so why do you use it for my holy land!"

This martial master was smart and knew that his grandfather was actually helping him. He quickly followed the clues and said, "Grandpa's lesson is right! The disciples must have all their strength to understand the way of endless devouring and to serve the holy land!"

The reason why the Holy Land of Netherworld did not hesitate to use all the clutches to arrange such a scene of provoking troops and seeking guilt is to make Qiao Yinliang devote himself to the Holy Land of Netherworld. After all, this alien who is addicted to martial arts has never comprehended the ghost path. If it weren't for the Red-haired Ghost King's face, he would have been swept out long ago. Moreover, the Holy Land of Netherworld does not have the method of recording the experience of the Great Dao for the fellow disciples to comprehend as Tianxuanmen Wanhu Holy Land. If you want to cultivate Qiao Yinliang with all your might, you must ensure that he is absolutely loyal to the sect.

"Qiao Yinliang, how do you let me believe you again?!"

"This?!" Qiao Yinliang hesitated for a moment, secretly raised his eyes and looked at the chilling ghost real body around him, and could only speak: "Disciple is willing to sacrifice his soul and spirit!"

The Ghost Emperor laughed with satisfaction, raised his hand and threw a green ghost lamp in front of Qiao Yinliang.

Looking at the ghost lamp, Qiao Yinliang hesitated for a long time, and finally he could only grit his teeth and pull out two thin lines like black and white from the sea of ​​consciousness and send them into the ghost lamp.

Now the true body of the Ghost Realm of the Lihe Venerables once again emitted a laugh that should have been cheerful but was extremely unpleasant, which made people feel cold from the bottom of their hearts. Qiao Yinliang's face turned pale and he suddenly lost his energy.

Qiao Feng felt sorry for his grandson, and pulled out two red hairs from his head and was about to throw them in front of Qiao Yinliang, but Di Song raised his hand and stopped him.

"Liang'er is so loyal to the sect, so he deserves praise! Now the Japanese Emperor will take action to replenish his soul and spirit!" As he spoke, two black ghost fogs appeared on Di Song's body and shot towards Qiao Yinliang, and in a blink of an eye, the heavenly spirit was sank into the blink of an eye.

After replenishing these two ghost fogs, Qiao Yinliang's eyes immediately lit up. Although his cultivation level had not improved at all, his temperament changed. Not only did he have a little more gloomy smell, but he also emitted a terrifying aura that was many times stronger than before.
Chapter completed!