At the foot of Taiyin Mountain, Fan Wujiu worshipped with great devotion and had no idea about Yang Xuan's arrival.

Suddenly, his eyes flashed, he turned around suddenly, and looked at the figure not far from Taiyin Mountain.

"Brother Yang Xuan, when did you come?" Fan Wujiu said with a slight shock.

"It's been a while!" Yang Xuan said with a strange expression.

Then, Yang Xuan stepped forward and talked to Fan Wujiu. Not long after, the two left Taiyin Mountain.

...

Fengdu City is very big, and the Heavenly Court and Buddhism have strongholds in Fengdu City. They send people to wander around Fengdu City every day to investigate the situation in Fengdu City.

In name, it is to assist in management, but in fact it is to monitor the underworld.

Especially the Heavenly Court, it is the most high-profile.

In their eyes, the underworld is a vassal of the heavenly court and needs to be managed well so as not to have a rebellious relationship.

At this time, in front of a hall in Fengdu City, several ghost messengers walked towards the hall with their souls.

This is a yamen in the Judgment Department, responsible for the trial of the living souls who were hooked into the underworld by the enchanted souls.

This Judgment Department is not simple, it is a yamen dedicated to the trial of immortals. They are responsible for the trial of the dead souls above the Immortal Realm that was hooked into the underworld by the Soul-Seeping Department.

At this time, a ghost messed up all over his body and escorted the dead souls into the judge's office.

They all have strong auras, their ghost energy is steaming, and their cultivation is above the fairyland.

At this time, a cultivator from the Heavenly Court came in a hurry, about seven or eight, one of whom had even reached the realm of Golden Immortality.

These people went straight to the judge's office, looking bad-looking.

The judge's office was solemn and grand, and a black-faced judge sat upright in the hall.

He was wearing an official robe, an official hat, and a majestic face, and a body full of inviolability.

At this time, inside the yamen, a dead soul from the realm of the celestial fairy knelt under the yamen.

Just as the judge was judging, a sudden noise came from outside the yamen, and footsteps came quickly and entered the hall.

"Judge, no, a few immortals in the Heavenly Court broke in." A ghost servant entered the hall, and he said anxiously.

"Haha, judge, I'm taking the blame today. There are some important things to explain in this soul in the hall. Please make some peace with me."

As soon as the ghost messenger finished speaking, a figure surrounded by fairy aura walked in.

He was a middle-aged man, wearing a blue dress, full of blood and energy, dispelling the rich yin energy in his body.

As he said that, the middle-aged man waved his hand, and the immortals behind him were about to take the dead soul away.

"Bold, how can you let me go wild in the court?" The judge suddenly smashed the gavel in his hand and shouted angrily.

"Judge, I said, I have something to ask him if I have something to do in heaven. After asking, I will send it to you." The middle-aged man's eyes cold and he said in a low voice.

"You..." The judge above the yamen was angry, but the other party was a Jinxian and had a strong strength. All the ghost messengers in the yamen were dispatched, and he was definitely not the opponent.

In addition, the Heavenly Court is used to being arrogant in the underworld, and the underworld Yinshi is a little afraid of them from the bottom of their hearts.

At this time, the other party was unreasonable and wanted to take away the dead soul. The judge had no choice at all.

Even if you go to Judicial Lu to complain, at most, you will only bring back the soul in the end, but there will be no substantial punishment for the people in the Heavenly Court.

In the yamen, many ghost servants showed aggrievance, but they had no choice but to face the powerful immortals in the Heavenly Court.

"What are you doing?" At this time, a sudden voice came in.

Hearing this, everyone looked out of the yamen and saw a dark-faced ghost walking in.

"Black...Black impermanence!"

Everyone was shocked. Even the immortals in the Heavenly Court were shocked and stared blankly at the ghost that was walking outside the hall.

"Let's meet the Eighth Master!" All the ghost messengers in the yamen saluted Fan Wujiu.

Even those immortals in the Heavenly Court had to bow their bodies to salute Fan Wujiu.

"What happened?" Fan Wujiu looked at the judge above the yamen and said in a low voice.

"Your Majesty, these people from the heavenly court are coming to forcefully take away the dead souls that are being hooked back to the trial."

Upon hearing this, Fan Wuji raised his eyebrows, and he looked at the golden immortal with a dark face and said, "Is that true?"

Hearing this, the golden immortal's face changed. His eyes turned and he said, "The Eighth Master misunderstood. We will take this soul back and ask a few questions after the question is the order of the True Lord of Heavenly Holy. We will send it back."

"True Lord Tiansheng, right? Does King Qin Guang know about this?"

"I don't know this, but I think the True Lord will say hello to him."

"Is that true?" Fan Wujiu's face turned cold and he said, "It just so happens that I have something to borrow your soul and will return it after using it."

"Master Eighth Master, what do you mean?" The Golden Immortal's face changed. Hei Wuchang was famously unreasonable in the underworld, and he was afraid that the other party would be detrimental to him.

"What does it mean? I will lend you your soul." Fan Wujiu had a dark face, then waved his hand, and a soul-catching rope instantly swung out, and a mysterious force spread out from the soul-catching rope and threw it towards the golden immortal.

"No... Master Eighth Master, what are you going to do?" The Golden Immortal was shocked.

Hei Wuchang is very famous in the underworld, ranked among the top ten Yin Zhengs, and is also the soul-catching messenger of the Soul-Gathering Department's Soul-Gathering Department.

He led many soul-catching envoys under his command to wander around the three realms, specializing in the souls of immortals, and his strength was strong.

The Golden Immortal did not expect that Hei Wuchang would attack him today.

The immortals around were frightened. No one of them expected to encounter Hei Wuchang today. Moreover, Hei Wuchang actually sacrificed the soul-catching rope.

"What are you doing? Of course it's arousing your soul." Fan Wuxue said.

"No!" The golden immortal was frightened, but felt a terrifying force on the soul-catching rope directly acted on his soul.

A terrifying pulling force tear his soul and tore it out of his head.

"Ah..." The Golden Immortal was frightened, but under Fan Wuji's powerful power, it was difficult to resist at all.

Whoosh!

A soul was hooked out of the body of the golden immortal. He looked around with horror.

Bang!

The soulless body fell to the ground with a loud bang, making a dull sound.

"Be careful, be careful to break my body." The golden immortal soul shouted in panic.

Hearing this, several immortals immediately reacted and quickly helped his body up.

"Master Eighth Master, don't do anything randomly, the True Lord of Tiansheng will be unhappy." The Golden Immortal showed fear on his face and spoke quickly.

"Don't worry, I won't hurt you. After asking, I will send you back." Fan Wuji tried his best to make himself smile kindly.

But his big black face really makes people feel uncomfortable.

"Take it away!" Fan Wujiu said, and then the two soul-grabbing envoys behind him walked out and escorted the Golden Immortal's soul out of the yamen.

"This..." Looking at the Golden Immortal soul who was hooked away by Fan Wushui, several immortals in the Heavenly Court were shocked.

They never thought that one day they would be attracted by the soul when they were in the underworld.

"Hurry, go back and report to the True Lord!" An immortal exclaimed, carrying the Golden Immortal's body and leaving quickly.

In the yamen, the judge was ruined. The Eighth Master was so brave. He is really a role model for us.

The Tiansheng Temple is the residence of the Tiansheng Zhenjun in the underworld. At this time, he was enjoying the dance in the main hall and was shocked by the sudden report.

"Tell me again!" Tiansheng Zhenjun's face turned gloomy. He looked at the waiter below and said in a low voice.

"True Lord, the soul of Zhenren Mingsong has been hooked!" A waiter said with a sad face in the Heavenly Saint Temple.

"What's going on?" Tiansheng Zhenjun's face turned gloomy. Ming Song had enough life span and was in the underworld. How could he be attracted by the soul?

"Min Song Zhenjun went to a judge's office to find his old friend to reminisce about the past, but was suddenly rushed out of Hei Wuchang and his soul was taken away." The waiter said.

"By the way, his body was carried back, right outside the hall."

"Hei Wuchang, Fan Wuxue..." Tiansheng Zhenjun looked ugly and murmured.

"How could this stupid donkey compete with my Heavenly Court?" Tiansheng Zhenjun said gloomyly.

"Is it still Yang Xuan?"

At this moment, for some reason, he remembered Yang Xuan again.

“Where did they go?”

"This... I don't know."

"Idiot, hurry up and check it!" Tiansheng Zhenjun shouted angrily.

"yes!"

The waiter's face changed, he rushed out quickly, and walked out of the hall.

At this time, the General Secretary of the Judicial Department and the Lu Judicial Office, Lu Judicial face was majestic, sitting above the head, looking at Fan Wujiu standing in the hall with a strange face.

There was another person in the hall, Yang Xuan. He sat on the auditorium next to one side of the hall, his face calm.
To be continued...