Journey to the West: Reform of the Underworld and the Start of Developing the Internet

"Hey, demon, take my stick!"

Nezha raised his stick high, dodged behind Jin Guang, and chopped it down with all his strength.

Although the Bone Demon Ancestor was quite powerful, he was no match for Nezha.

He felt a pain in his back, and his whole body was like a kite with a broken string, and was hit straight into the mountain.

The angry Bone Demon Ancestor cursed on the spot:"Who is this blind guy again? Didn't you see your grandfather's merits?"

Really!

Why is it so difficult to be a good person these days?

In order to avoid misunderstandings, he almost never hides his merits and virtues.

Unexpectedly, he still couldn't avoid accidental injuries in the end.

Nezha was stunned when he heard the words, and looked at the stick that had been broken in half in his hand, and thought it was a pity.

If he had just held a flame gun, this attack would never have missed.

Climbing up from the mountain, the Bone Demon Ancestor felt that half of his life had been beaten away, and he knew that he couldn't afford to offend the person who shot him.

It was straightforward, and he knelt down directly!

"Senior, please understand. Although I did some wrong things before, I have corrected them now, and my golden body of merit is the proof! Killing me will not increase your merit."

The last sentence is the key point.

Nezha naturally didn't believe it. At this time, the salted fish monk finally arrived with the team.

Seeing this scene, the salted fish monk was stunned at first, then he thought of something and shouted hurriedly:"Daoyou, I'm wrong, I hit the wrong person!"

Nezha turned around and said in surprise:"This is undoubtedly a demon, why did I hit the wrong person?"

"Daoist friend, there is something you don't know!"

The Salted Fish monk explained with a complicated expression:

"This bone demon ancestor is now ranked 863rd in the list of good people in Dongsheng Shenzhou. The accumulated merits are almost condensed into a golden wheel of merit. Once he is killed, he will suffer the backlash of cause and effect. He must not be killed!"

Nezha's eyes widened in shock. Is there such a thing?

A demon can also be on the list of good people?

What happened in the lower world?

By the way, can he be in the top 100 in the list of good people in the entire Dongsheng Shenzhou?

This is too outrageous.

He immediately turned around and concentrated his magic power on his eyes, trying to see through the disguise of the big demon in front of him.

However, the golden body of merit is real. Just now, his mind was full of killing demon cultivators, and he didn't pay attention to these at all.

It seems that he really hit the wrong person.

"Senior, now that the misunderstanding has been resolved, if there is nothing else, I will go and kill the demon cultivator."

The Bone Demon Ancestor wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth, turned around and prepared to leave.

Although this sounded fine, it sounded very strange coming from a big demon.

""Wait!"

Nezha suddenly spoke, and the Bone Demon Ancestor's body froze on the spot.

He cursed the hypocrisy of the righteous monks in his heart, and his hand had already reached into his pocket for the storage bag.

There was most of the spoils he earned from killing his peers.

If there was no other way, he could only spend money to avoid disaster.

"Take this pill, it's my compensation to you."

Under the surprised eyes of the Bone Demon Ancestor, Nezha tossed out a Sixth Rank Golden Pill with a painful heart. Subconsciously taking the pill, the Bone Demon Ancestor smelled the fragrance of the pill in the air, and felt that his injuries had improved a lot.

There were even signs that the bottleneck was loosening.

He knew that this was a rare treasure.

He was overjoyed and bowed,"Thank you for the reward, senior!"

The little emotion of being hit by a stick for no reason was gone.

If being hit by a stick could bring such benefits, the Bone Demon Ancestor would definitely pick up the body refining technique and practice it crazily.

"I wonder if I can have the honor to add you as a mobile friend!"The Bone Demon Ancestor said again:

"Senior, if you need anything from now on, just call me directly on your phone."

Nezha saw through the little thoughts of the Bone Demon Ancestor, but he didn't expose them.

However, since he had given the precious Six-turn Golden Pill to him, he didn't mind having another friend from the Demonic Path.

Looking at the Bone Demon Ancestor who left happily, Nezha felt that he had something to brag about to his colleagues when he went back.

The Demonic Path cultivator condensed the Golden Wheel of Merit and was also ranked on the list of good people in Dongsheng Shenzhou. There weren't many disciples of the seventh or eighth generation of the Chan Sect who could do this, right?

Nezha served in the Heavenly Court, so his understanding of merit and fortune was naturally deeper than that of these lower-world cultivators.

The Great Dao is selfless, but it has prejudices against those with deep sins.

It is thousands of times more difficult for those with deep sins to accumulate merits than for others.

The merits gained by a normal person doing a good deed may be less than one percent or one thousandth of the merits gained by the more sinful the person is. If the Bone Demon Ancestor really condensed the Golden Wheel of Merit, I'm afraid that the group of bald donkeys in the West would lower their status and actively recruit him.

"Let's go, let's go and kill the demons. If we go too late, they will probably be snatched away by others."Nezha threw away the stick in his hand and turned around to greet him.

At this moment, the salted fish cultivator didn't realize that the ordinary casual cultivator in front of him was actually more powerful than his own master.

Just as he was about to refuse, his collar was grabbed by Nezha.

The wind was whistling in his ears. The Wanmo Mountain, which was usually full of ghosts and wolves, was particularly noisy today.

On the top of the mountain, many great cultivators led by the White Eyebrow Taoist used all their means to beat the demons and make them flee in panic.

Half of the body of the Blood Moon Demon Lord was neatly cut off, and he still looked at everyone present with a cold eye.

It seemed as if he wanted to remember everyone's face.

Suddenly, he noticed the ancient demon ancestor in the crowd. The Blood Moon Demon Lord's face, which had always been calm, finally reacted.

Trembling all over, veins twisted on his face, he gritted his teeth and said:

"Bone Demon Ancestor, it turns out to be you, good, that's great"

"Blood Moon!! You have been in seclusion for too long, and the times have changed."

The Bone Demon Ancestor took out his bone staff, and his magic power surged, and tens of thousands of evil spirits floated out of it.

The scene should have been full of ghosts, but Blood Moon seemed to see something golden on every ghost.

What was that?

The Blood Moon Demon Lord was a little unresponsive for a while.

However, these are not important.

The important thing is that the Bone Demon Ancestor actually betrayed the organization.

Did he really think that he could gain the trust of the righteous monks by breaking through a demon cave?

Naive!!

""Old Bone Demon, we have no grudges in the past or in the present. If I die today, you won't be able to survive either."

The Blood Moon Demon Lord burned his blood and moved like a ghost, attacking the Old Bone Demon.

"Oh no, he's going to self-destruct!" The Bone Demon Ancestor retreated again and again, but it was still a little too late.

With a bang, the mountain shook and rocks flew.

When the dust and smoke cleared, the original Ten Thousand Demons Mountain was already riddled with holes.

The Bone Demon Ancestor took a pill and successfully suppressed his injuries, but his brows could not relax for a long time.

As an old and senior demon, there was no need to see whether his fortune had increased. The Bone Demon Ancestor could be sure that the Blood Moon Demon Lord was definitely not dead.

He must be hiding somewhere to heal his wounds.