"I have told the Ten Kings of Hell that they will respect you as the emperor of the underworld. When you grow up, you will have to carry the banner of Fengdu City." said Empress Pingxin.

At this time, Yang Xuan was uneasy and was too important for him to take on the responsibility for the rise of the local government.

"Empress, I..."

"No need to say more, I am trapped in the Samsara Gate and it is difficult to get out in a short period of time. In the future, you will stay in the underworld. When you are strong, the Fengdu Seal will be handed over to you."

"You go back!" After saying this, Empress Pingxin sighed and waved her hand.

Yang Xuan wanted to say something, but his body was pushed by a force and he involuntarily withdrew from the Taiyin Temple.

Too passive.

Yang Xuan sighed in his heart. He looked at the Taiyin Temple and then walked down the mountain.

Yang Xuan did not return to his residence, but returned to the Punishment Office again, sat next to the Thirteenth Fried Cauldron, and performed the frying.

The words of Empress Pingxin have been echoing in his heart, making him unable to calm down for a long time.

The underworld is really in a worrying situation today.

There is Buddhism outside, the heavenly court and earthly world are eyeing it covetously, and the blood sea of ​​Styx is ready to move inside, and they are all planning for reincarnation.
Chapter completed!