"Since he is the lord of the world, his strength may not only be comparable to his ancestors, but also be stronger!"

Xing Tian sighed.

This guy should have always thought so, but he has never shown it in front of me.

Yes, with Xing Tian's strength and arrogance, I have never felt proud of myself and Fatty Yuwei. I have always been kind and humble. I even ask for my opinions in everything, and I often think it is the main thing.

I think it is because we fully agree with our origin and talent.

"Speaking of this, I don't know what luck it is. I've met a bunch of perverts. With my talent, it's okay to put on airs in front of others. In front of you and Fatty Ren Shuai... I'll cry if I say too much! Even Yu Wei, who is my junior, is probably not comparable to me..."

Xing Tian was so amused that he punched me like he was angry, but his eyes were very bright.

Hearing this, not only did I realize it, but even the fat man who was a little guilty was much calmer.

"...So, in our small group, not only are you disciples, but also a heaven-swalking beast..."

The fat man became more and more excited. The old man completely forgot about the fat man's troubles with him before. He wanted to stick with the fat man, and sat directly on the coffin board of the empress and Gaozong, and spoke in a whisper.

As for the Empress and Emperor Gaozong, they were already dumbfounded after knowing the origin of the old ghost. At this moment, they knew that the old Demon Emperor was many times more awesome than the old ghost. They lost their temper and served the fat men like a boy maid. They even didn't know where they got the tea and served them with their hands.

The fat guys were not polite. After drinking other people's tea, they didn't even throw them away, and they just pretended that they didn't exist.

Lao Xing and I had no choice but to look at each other, so we could only start studying other things.

A day later, the old man had already figured out the current situation, and the fat man was so sad that he drooled, and there was finally some movement in the black channel.

Ren Shuai, Tuntian and Lei Xiang, took Yan Dada, and Hao Ren, who was about to die, walked out of the black passage.

Seeing Tengtian, the old Demon Emperor's eyes lit up. He didn't bother to chat with the fat man and rushed up and patted Tengtian's head, laughing and said, "My little Tiantian, brother misses you so much!"

"What's the situation?" The fat man looked at me dumbfoundedly, unable to react. This old guy who was still calling him brothers and holding his arms around the other second ago, turned around and hooked up with Tuntian again?

"Old Xing, you, how many uncles and ancestors have you found?" My face was strange, and Xing Tian was also helpless.

"How do I know? Although I recognized the inheritance of my ancestors when I was demonized, I really don't know what happened to him." Xing Tian's mouth was about to cramp.

"When I first met you and Shuangtian, it was easy to abuse Shuangtian. I always thought that your true strength was much stronger than Shuangtian... I didn't expect that your seniority was so low!" I was so amused and crying.

Xing Tian felt a little wronged. Looking at the two good old men and Tuntian, it hurts so much.

"By the way, what's the relationship between you two?" The fat man frowned.

Tuntian did not restore his previous memory. Now he saw the old man so intimate, which was very strange.

"He said he was my eldest brother, and, during the time when I disappeared, he recognized me with another eldest brother. Now he is the second brother, and I am the third brother." Tuntian said for granted.

The fat man and I twitched at the same time, and we agreed to their relationship in our hearts. After all, it was the first to be able to be so kind to the point of being able to be so indifferent to Tuntian, a guy who was born indifferent to make people cry, without recovering his memory. This can prove that their relationship is reliable.

The fat man and I rescued Hao Ren while listening to Ren Shuai telling their experience.

What made our chin fall to the ground was that at the end of the black passage, there was actually a place we could not imagine...

"The bottom of the eighteenth level of hell?" Old Xing didn't react, but the fat man and I were stunned.

We are really familiar with that place. At that time, I went down the Forgetful River and went directly to the eighteenth level of hell.

"What is Hao Ren doing inside?" I looked at Hao Ren, whose remnant soul was almost scattered, with a confused look on his face.

"What else can I do... I'm good at it!"

Ren Shuai was covered in black and had a subtle expression.

"What?" I was stunned, and I felt a bad premonition.

"The old guy, the old man, actually controlled Hao Ren and went to dig the grave!"

"There is a tomb at the bottom of the eighteenth floor hell?"

I really don’t know that there were many crises there at that time, but there was really nothing worthy of the tombs that the old ghost head coveted.

"Ghost Tomb?"

Apart from the ghost tomb and a special ghost tomb, I don't think he wants to do it.

"It's not a ghost tomb, it's a tomb of a living dead." Ren Shuai's expression became even more strange.

"The Living Dead Tomb? There is the Living Dead Tomb at the bottom of hell?" Even Old Xing and the Demon Emperor looked at Ren Shuai.

"Hell? Is that small world in the ghost world? The thing used to practice?" The old man from Demon King frowned, "There are dead ghosts everywhere in that place, and I didn't expect there would be a tomb."

"A place to practice?" This time, Ren Shuai was stunned. Although he was the lord of the underworld, he had not recovered his memory and really didn't know these old calendars.

"Isn't that true? Back then, there were two ghost places in the Yin and Yang realms, which were known as nine out of ten deaths. Although it was an exaggeration, there were only one or two who could come out of ten, which was called purgatory..."

The old man mentioned the two purgatory worlds of Yin and Yang. The one I have been to in the world twice, the Demon God Trial Field and Hell.

Of course, the hell that the old man mentioned is not the eighteenth floor hell we mentioned, but the boundless space underground of the eighteenth floor.

The eighteenth level of hell is just a transition and a layer of assessment to enter purgatory. If you can pass through it, you will be qualified to enter purgatory practice...

"Not bad, in that purgatory, it is said that there is a ghost skeleton under every plant..." Ren Shuai nodded.

"Whose tomb of the Living Dead?"

Is this the point?

"My..." Ren Shuai's face could no longer be said to be strange, it could be said to be exciting.

"You?" Fatty and I also widened our eyes.

A flash of light in my head, and I suddenly remembered a possibility that my body was not considered to be the King of Hell, but...

King Yama!

I'll go! This guy is the real person of King Hell Ren Shuai and the Emperor of Fengdu!

The tomb of the Living Dead, can it be said that the body of the Lord Yama is not dead yet, and the one who is injured is just the soul!

Then, the two parts of the residual souls cultivated into two kings with their soul bodies...
Chapter completed!