Fishing the heavens, the Styx fished out the fruit of the saint

"Second Great King, I never thought that I would see you again in my lifetime. God always treats me kindly."

Seeing Ye Chen, the thin monkey was very excited.

However, the latter didn't express his emotions, but just rolled his eyes.

God won't talk to you, she's busy with my tryst.

Of course, Ye Chen wouldn't say this, it would spoil the atmosphere too much.

Before a few people could catch up, an urgent voice suddenly came from outside the cave.

"Great Sage, it's not good, there are ghosts coming outside."

Monkey Sun frowned.

"Little Yinling, just wait until you get rid of it. Why bother to bother my grandson."

"Great Sage, I'm not here to trouble you. There are too many ghosts. Please go out and have a look. If not, the earth will be taken over by ghosts."

"trouble!"

Monkey looked unhappy.

"Let's go out and have a look together."

Ye Chen smiled.

With his opening, Sun Houzi's face softened a little.

When the three of them got out of the cave, Ye Chen understood why they were so panicked.

The Yin spirits, the Yin spirits all over the sky are undulating like a tide, continuous and endless, and the end cannot be seen at a glance.

If you are a timid person, I am afraid that you will be frightened to death directly.

Their number is inexhaustible.

Covered half the sky.

"Where are you waiting for, how dare you come to my Huaguo Mountain to make trouble?"

Sun Houzi spoke domineeringly.

"If you don't retreat quickly, you will annoy my old grandson. Believe it or not, you will all be killed."

"Don't be annoyed, Great Sage, I am here this time because I was ordered to invite Patriarch Styx to the underworld as a guest, and there is no malice in it."

"Hell?"

As a sacred place for human beings, Huaguo Mountain is known as the protection of the earth.

Every move on weekdays is basically broadcast live around the world.

Now the world has heard this ancient and mysterious title.

I can't help but think about it for a while.

Is there really reincarnation in this world?
Can people really be reincarnated after death?
Of course, compared to these questions, they are more concerned about the existence of Patriarch Styx? How could it cause the underworld to take the initiative to invite him to be a guest.

"Invite me sincerely?"

Ye Chen was a little surprised.

The one who can be called the true master of the underworld is naturally Empress Pingxin.

Houtu, one of the Twelve Patriarchal Witches in ancient times.

It's just that the two sides said that there is not much intersection.

However, Ye Chen has been in love with this legendary woman for a long time.

Since the other party invited him, he had no reason to refuse.

"Lead the way!"

Ye Chen said to the leading ghosts and gods.

"Second king, the origin of the other party is not very clear, be careful of fraud!"

Thin Monkey reminded from the side.

Ye Chen waved his hand: "No problem!"

Sun Houzi knocked him on the head and said: "With the ability of your second king, where in the world can't you go?"

"Just stop worrying about it."

Their dialogue was clearly broadcast across the globe.

"Is this person the second king of Huaguo Mountain?"

"God, I really want to give him a monkey."

"In the myths and legends, I never heard that there are two kings in Huaguo Mountain!"

There was a lot of discussion on the Internet.

Although the topic is related to Ye Chen, his focus at the moment has already drifted to the underworld.

The recovery of heaven and earth is not just superficial.

Even the underworld has become different.

Eight hundred miles away, the Wangchuan River has turned into a sea of ​​yellow rivers.

A Bana flower communicates yin and yang, connects heaven and earth, and builds six reincarnations.

The eighteenth floor of the underworld is blessed by the mark of heaven.

It has all kinds of magical and extraordinary scenes.

If it is allowed to conceive and nourish for thousands of years, it may be another innate merit and virtue.

Ye Chen followed hundreds of millions of ghosts into the underworld.

This should be the highest standard of courtesy since the establishment of the underworld.

"Old Ancestor, my master is inside, please invite Ancestor to enter by himself."

The leading ghosts and gods brought him to a large hall and said respectfully.

The construction of the main hall is extremely primitive and rough.

It also reveals the vicissitudes of the years.

Stepping into the main hall, a melodious and long Dao sound echoed inside.

It's just that this sound seems to be a ballad full of childhood memories.

There are absolutely not many people in the world who can use Dao as a song, and only a few existences such as the Twelve Ancestral Witches who are descendants of Pangu have this honor.

On the stone platform, a white-haired old woman sat cross-legged.

It's too old.

The skin of the whole body is like the bark about to fall off.

Gray hair without a trace of luster.

Dry, depleted, decayed, and dead, this is her status quo.

Among them, it is Empress Pingxin, the Great God of Houtu among the Twelve Patriarchal Witches, and the former saint of heaven and earth.

Generally speaking, a saint is immortal and always at the peak, how could he end up like this.

The mistake of Houtu is that he has carried too many causes and effects, distorted time and space, reversed history, and wanted to revive the dead.

For this, it even fell to the holy throne.

There is no one in one's cultivation base.

"You're here." The old and feeble voice was filled with endless exhaustion.

There was no glimmer of hope in the gray pupils.

"Why are you doing this!"

Ye Chen sighed lightly.

To say that in this world, the most unforgettable thing for him is Houtu.

The brother-sister relationship made her sacrifice everything just to call back her brothers.

"Worth it?"

Ye Chen couldn't help asking out the doubts in his heart.

"value!"

What responded to him was a weak but firm voice.

Although the two have never met, they chat like old friends for many years.

"Even if you give everything, you won't regret it if you fail?"

"What is there to regret?"

A rhetorical question stopped Ye Chen from asking.

He saw the shadow of Nuwa on Houtu.

The two have many similarities.

The same persistence, the same confession of death.

The atmosphere was somewhat silent.Ye Chen didn't know what to say.

Houtu broke the silence.

"I took the liberty to invite fellow daoists here this time, and I just want to confirm one thing with fellow daoists. Can the realm above the saint revive my brothers?"

As soon as these words came out, Ye Chen felt his scalp go numb.

This Hou Tu has not forgotten to revive her brothers!

After being silent for a long time, he still said truthfully: "Yes. The higher the level of cultivation, the lower the price you pay. If you can break through the cultivation level of a saint and enter the constant state, you will have the ability to resurrect the dead."

"Above the saint, there is indeed a realm."

It is difficult to understand the excitement of Houtu.

She seemed to see another hope that could save her brothers.

Ye Chen didn't have the heart to hit Houtu.

With her current physical condition, let alone the constant state, it is difficult to advance even the personality of a saint.

She wants to break through the current level and step into the constant realm. To be honest, Ye Chen doesn't like her very much.

Even so, he didn't say much.

Looking at the second half of Houtu's life, it is extremely sad.

In the Lich War, eleven elder brothers died in battle one after another, and the tribe perished.

Even she herself was severely injured and fell into a coma several times.

After finally waking up, the vicissitudes of life, time flies, and the old people left one by one.

In the end, although he achieved the realm of the supreme saint, he changed his fate against the sky and ended up half disabled.

It can be seen that the fate is too short.