On the Naihe Bridge, Meng Nu stood with a desolate expression on her face, and her eyes were filled with emotion when she looked at Yang Xuan.

Around her, there were dark flowers blooming, filled with a hint of sadness, which made people feel pity.

Yang Xuan felt that Meng Nu seemed to have something unspeakable. Looking at her desolate face, he was not asking.

"I will definitely figure it out." Yang Xuan said, and finally looked at Meng Nu deeply, turned around and left.

Meng Nu was desolate, her eyes were filled with tears. As Yang Xuan left, she began to pour soup for the passing souls again.

Yang Xuan left here and walked towards Fengdu City.

He was walking on the road of reincarnation, feeling very depressed and his heart was unstable.

The scene he saw today made him feel sad and unable to calm down for a long time.

He never thought that his lost life would be a descendant of the witch clan.

If he saw the past, the battle was earth-shaking, and many people of the tribe died for him.

This made him heartbroken.

And the woman who fell next to her in the end, and the doting eyes made him palpitations.

He knew that it wasn't that simple.

There is still a layer of fog covering up, why are the tribesmen trying their best to protect him?

So many tribe members died for him, what kind of role did he play at that time?

With his power at that time, he was not at all right, so why did he mean so important?

Yang Xuan shook his head, some past events have been destroyed, except for Empress Pingxin and Meng Nu, those who know the truth may die or be dormant.

Yang Xuan took a deep breath. If he wanted to clear away all this, his strength was the key.

If he is not strong enough, Empress Pingxin will never tell him the truth.

There is no time like this, and the urgent hope is to improve the realm.

Only by reaching the quasi-saint can he truly not be afraid of Heaven and Buddhism.

There is also the demon clan that is secretly dormant and waiting for the rise.

Before he knew it, Yang Xuan had arrived in Fengdu City. Although Yang Xuan's status is still only the title of fried official.

But no Yin Ling dared to really treat him as a fried official.

At this time, the several secret messengers in charge of guarding the city gate saw Yang Xuan, quickly saluted him, and then respectfully welcomed him into the city.

Yang Xuan nodded and walked straight in.

At this time, the Fengdu Palace in the city was being closely constructed, and Yang Xuan still returned to his residence.

He sat cross-legged on the stone bed, took a few deep breaths to calm himself down.

Then, a light flashed in his hand and a bow appeared.

This is a treasure bow with bright light, with mysterious runes flashing on it, carved with some mysterious patterns.

A stream of mysterious power flows between these patterns, extremely powerful.

Yang Xuan reached out to touch him, and a hot breath came from the longbow. Even with the strength of his body, he felt a burning sensation.

"Good bow!" Yang Xuan exclaimed.

He tried to draw the bow, and as he pulled the bowstring, a terrifying force swept in an instant.

In just a moment, Yang Xuan felt that his residence was shrouded in a terrifying wave.

The entire Fengdu City was shocked and restless. Many ghosts were shocked. A stream of power surged from Fengdu City and gathered towards Yang Xuan's residence.

On the long bow in Yang Xuan's hand, an ink-like arrow was placed on the long bow.

The long arrow is not the essence, but is formed by the gathering of strong power in Fengdu City, which is extremely powerful.

Even Yang Xuan felt a sense of shock.

The waves above the long arrow fluctuated strongly, and the power emitted made Yang Xuan's palace sway.

If it weren't for Yang Xuan's suppression of his power, this palace would have collapsed long ago.

"So strong!" Yang Xuan looked shocked. He felt that if the long arrow was shot out, even the Daluo Jinxian would have to shoot it with one arrow.

Wong!

At this time, Yang Xuan waved his hand and a terrifying force instantly overflowed.

The entire void became calm, and many ghosts in Fengdu City were still scared and looked at Yang Xuan's residence with horror.

At that moment just now, they all felt like they were locked by some kind of energy, and seemed to have the illusion that they would be destroyed at any time.

Until now, that feeling dissipated.

"What is Yang Xuan doing?" At this time, in the Hall of Hell, the faces of the ten halls of Hell changed slightly.

"I don't know, he seemed to have gone to the cycle of reincarnation, and he seemed to have gained some luck after he came back."

"The person chosen by Empress Pingxin is indeed extraordinary. No matter where you go, you will be lucky." A king of hell said sourly.

"Yes, we have walked several times of reincarnation, but we have not seen any luck."

Several kings of Hell were chatting and laughing. The stronger Yang Xuan and the more luck they were, the happier they were.

If Yang Xuan could quickly become a quasi-saint, they would be happier.

At this time, Yang Xuan put away his longbow, sat cross-legged on the stone bed, and began to retreat.

Now there is nothing major to do in the Three Realms, and the strong people arranged by all walks of life in the underworld have basically been wiped out.

He was idle and just wanted to improve his strength as soon as possible.

Time flies, and a hundred years pass by in a blink of an eye.

Now Yang Xuan has lived in the Fengdu Palace. He is becoming stronger and stronger, and his breath is restrained. If it weren't for someone who is extremely familiar with him, he wouldn't feel his power at all.

The top ten kings of hell have become more respectful to him. Even Jiang Xin has an inexplicable pressure when facing Yang Xuan.

The opponent is too strong, and they don’t know what level it is now.

However, according to Yang Xuan's occasionally revealed cultivation, he has not reached the level of quasi-saint, but even so, it has already made them feel palpitations.

Yang Xuan's cultivation seems not enough to measure his combat power.

His combat power is a mystery.

For a hundred years, the underworld has been very peaceful and nothing major happened.

The major underworld institutions are operating smoothly and orderly, and your luck will slowly rise.

As early as a hundred years ago, the Heavenly Court had already taken out a treasure and redeemed King Li and others.

For this reason, the underworld was even called bandits and robbers by the three realms, and they started kidnapping.

The underworld disagreed with this. They happily accepted the treasures brought by the Heavenly Court and handed these magic weapons and pills to the ten Yin generals, and finally they distributed them to many Yin soldiers in the Underworld's barracks.

For a hundred years, although nothing major happened in the underworld, the three realms are a little confused.

A demon monkey appeared in Dongsheng Shenzhou, who was extremely powerful. He first made trouble in the East China Sea and snatched the Dinghai Shen Needle from the East China Sea.

Then he made a big fuss in the Heavenly Court, and was later suppressed in the Heavenly Court Demon-Slaying Platform, just when he was about to kill him.

The demon monkey actually escaped for no reason, fled to the lower realm, and lies dormant in Huaguo Mountain.

This incident made the Jade Emperor lose all his face. He knew in his heart that this demon monkey was just a Daluo Golden Immortal, but he could escape from the hands of the Heavenly Court again and again, and someone behind him secretly took action.

Fortunately, he calculated that the monkey's life was exhausted and his life was exhausted. Soon he would return his soul to the underworld and no longer take it to heart.

At this moment, the General Office of the Underworld Soul-Celebration Department.

Xie Bi'an sat on the hall with a sad face. He looked at a soul-stirring document in his hand and sighed repeatedly.

This soul-catching document was just issued by Cui Fujun. The person who wants to hook is not someone else. It is the monster monkey who has been in the limelight recently, which has caused the earth fairy world and the heavenly court to be restless.

The monster monkey was powerful and once made a big fuss in the East China Dragon Clan and snatched the treasure Dinghai Dingjian Needle from the East China Dragon Palace.

He was then sued by the Dragon King of the East China Sea to the Heavenly Court, and was later captured by the Heavenly Court. When he was about to behead him, he inexplicably fled on the demon-slaying platform.

Being able to escape from the Demon-Slaying Platform is enough to show the power of this Monkey.

At this time, the monster monkey had almost died in his life and death book, so Cui Fujun issued a document to the Soul-Gathering Office.

But this monster monkey was too powerful and no one could catch his soul. Therefore, this soul-catching document was presented to the General Office of the Soul-Search Department.

Xie Bi'an looked worried. Although he was also in the realm of Daluo Golden Immortal, he was not sure about the demon monkey.

Even if Hei Wuchang Fan Wuxue is added, the two of them may not be the opponent of each other.

He turned his mind quickly, got up from his seat, and walked back and forth in the hall.

It’s impossible to send out all the Daluo Golden Immortals in the underworld for a demon monkey.

At this moment, Fan Wujiu entered the Soul-Gather Hall.

"Brother Seven, why are you so panicked to me?" Fan Wujiu's face was pitch black and extremely ferocious. He looked at Xie Bi'an and spoke.
To be continued...