Honghuang: The Witch Clan is destroyed, and I return from chaos

But it is impossible to penetrate the obstacles of the tunnel and the fog.

"Hmph. If this seat returns to its former peak, how can it be impossible to explore even the underworld?"

The Demon King couldn't help being very angry.

"Hehe. Fellow Daoist."

At this time, King Yan Luo stepped forward and performed a friendship ceremony.

"This king admires the magic power and supernatural power of fellow Taoists very much. As early as when you came to the underworld, you ordered your subordinates to hold a banquet."

"Ms. Pingxin can't stay out of seclusion these days, and she doesn't like to be disturbed by living beings. How about the two of us have a banquet and have a good time. When Madam Pingxin leaves the seclusion, it won't be too late for fellow Taoists to visit again."

Yan Luowang's eyes flickered, and he came here not just to answer questions.

Instead, he saw the strength of the Black-eyed Demon Lord, and wanted to explore the opponent's background.

"What is this guy going to Peace Heart Palace for?"

King Yama had many thoughts in his heart.

He didn't want any accidents to happen on the eve of the disappearance of Houtu consciousness.

As soon as my heart moved, I had an idea: lie about hosting a banquet, delay my steps, and find out where I came from.

"Fellow Daoist, it's not too late to visit after Empress Pingxin leaves the customs." He smiled sincerely, not like a fake.

The Black-Eyed Demon Lord frowned.

"Have a banquet?"

"Are there any treasures in your banquet? I have a huge appetite!"

"Yes, yes." Yan Luowang laughed loudly: "I am the lord of the underworld, the six reincarnations of the heavens! Is there any treasure? If you like it, fellow Taoist, I will guarantee you to linger!"

Heiyan heard the words, thought carefully for a moment, and thought to himself that the lord has returned anyway, so there is no rush to meet him at this moment.

His origin is damaged, and it would be a wonderful thing if he could knock some treasures from King Yama to restore his cultivation.

In this way, he will be able to have more strength, and follow Lord Wei Xuan to fight in the wilderness, so as not to be held back.

Then he nodded and put on a smile: "You are really thoughtful...that's okay. Then I would like to thank King Yama for his hospitality."

As he said that, he walked towards the Underworld City together with King Yama.

Yan Luo of the ten palaces followed closely behind, talking in secret.

"This guy is a bit unusual. It's the power of the Quasi-Saint Realm. We have to guard against it!"

"Well... you can try to use your hands and feet during the banquet, ask for the way out, and make a little plot at the same time."

Everyone chatted quietly, and soon came to the underworld.

King Yama was very generous, and directly ordered his subordinates to arrange a banquet in the Palace of King Yama.

All kinds of rare treasures were presented one by one, and the black-eyed demon could not help but move his index finger.

"Dare to ask where the Demon Lord comes from?"

After drinking for three rounds, Yan Luo Wang pretended not to care and asked.

"I am a native creature of the wilderness. You want to ask which orthodoxy I come from?"

The Black-Eyed Demon Monarch chuckled and said, "The orthodoxy of this seat, which overwhelms the world and suppresses the era, is extraordinary."

As soon as these words came out, everyone was shocked.

What a big name!

Could it be...

Is it from the saint lineage?

A group of creatures all became a little solemn.

I don't know...

"This seat comes from the ancient Holy Cult, the Witch Cult! It is one of the three envoys of the Witch Cult, and it is the master of the Witch Cult.

The Black-eyed Demon Monarch chuckled, but said a name of the orthodoxy that the creatures had never heard of.

"Witch Cult? What is that?"

King Yama frowned, and the judge beside him was even more puzzled.

They have lived in the authentic world for a long time, and they don't ask about the prehistoric things, but they don't know the details of witchcraft.

"Hmph! A bunch of bumpkins who don't even know about witchcraft!" The Black-eyed Demon Lord couldn't help but feel displeased.

After a pause, he was about to talk about the power of witchcraft.

But at this time.

A ghost general hurried over and whispered something in King Yama's ear, and the latter's expression changed immediately.

"What? They're all dead?! It's Ping..." As he spoke, he suddenly saw the Black-eyed Demon Monarch eavesdropping.

Then he smiled apologetically and came to a special palace built by the power of tunnels.

Looking at the ghost general who came to report again, he said: "The creatures who have gone are all in the realm of Da Luo, why is it too late to send a message? Could it be that they woke up with peace of mind and made a move?"

"I don't know... we dare not approach."

"A bunch of trash!"

King Yan Luo was furious immediately.

In the Palace of Pingxin, the consciousness of Houtu has collapsed, and it is the critical moment to snatch the authority of the tunnel!

At this time, Jiufeng and a creature in white came here, which was a bit strange.

But I didn't want to, sending a strong man to monitor, and an accident happened.

This could not help but make Yan Luo Wang a little uneasy.

"Hey! It's okay. Of those two creatures, one fell to Daluo for some reason, and the other has no mana fluctuations all over his body. It's nothing to worry about."

"And even if Houtu takes action, so what? With her current situation, how many times can she do it? It's just a dying struggle!"

The judge who followed in sneered.

"I'm just afraid of accidents." King Yan Luo said.

The judge nodded and understood the importance of authenticity.

"Let's do this! Then send out strong men to lure out Jiufeng and Bai Yi, and then forcefully suppress them! This will prevent accidents from happening!"

"Good! This matter must be done immediately. There must be no more accidents."

"understand!"

……

"Hehe, Monarch, I'm sorry, something happened to my subordinates. Let's continue drinking!"

King Yama came out of the hall, looked at the demon king who was drinking happily with Yama of the tenth hall, and laughed heartily.

"It's easy to say. Yama, you are very nice. I like your banquet very much."

The black-eyed Demon Lord had a strong smile, and he ate a lot of immortal stuffed spirits from King Yama, which made him, the master of the underworld, very heartbroken.

"As long as the devil likes it." Yan Luowang forced a smile with a sullen face.

"By the way, Monarch, what is the origin of the witch religion you are talking about? Why have we never heard of it?"

He mentioned again, the sorcerer's religion that the Demon Lord hesitated to speak just now.

As soon as these words came out, the Black-eyed Demon Lord put down his wine glass, showing a hint of pride.

"Witch Cult. It is the orthodoxy that was born since endless years ago! The lord of the orthodoxy is the supreme existence! It has quelled the prehistoric world with one force. It is extremely powerful!"

"So scary? Is it true?"

A group of underworld powers all frowned.

Could it be that the master of the witch religion is still a saint?

How can this be?

suddenly……

"Witch Cult...Witch..." Yan Luowang chewed hard, as if he had discovered a blind spot.

This witch religion is named after witches.

Could it be...

Is it related to the Wu Clan?

His expression was startled, and he looked at Shidian Yan Luo, with a deep killing intent in his eyes.

Chapter 70

"If this black-eyed demon king is really related to the witch clan, then we must hold him back and kill him with the treasure of the underworld!"

King Yan Luo's killing intent arose in his heart, and he gave the judge beside him a look.

The latter understood immediately and retreated quietly.

When he came back after a while, he had already ordered countless dark soldiers and generals to act, swirling the boundless mist.

Violent vibrations emerged throughout the underworld.

Passing it upwards, it breaks through the endless distance and shakes all directions.

"What are these guys doing?!"

Bai Ze was under the pressure of black and white impermanence, with a look of shock on his face.

Looking from a distance, there are crowds of people.

A total of tens of millions of ghosts rushed towards the Hall of King Yama.

The underworld summoned so many underworld soldiers and underworld generals, what kind of big move is it going to make?

……

The aisle of Yin soldiers outside the hall of King Yama.

In the hall of King Yama, however, there was a different atmosphere.

Yinggeyanyanwu, toasting and interlacing.

For a while, the host and guest enjoyed themselves.

"Hehe, thank you for your hospitality. You are really nice."

The Black-Eyed Demon Monarch was drunk, with a happy expression on his face.

"Fellow Daoist likes it as long as it's good." King Yan Luo smiled but gave Yan Luo of the Ten Temples a look.

The gods of the underworld quietly surrounded him quietly.

On the surface, they are toasting, but the actual murderous intent is hidden!

But just when Zhu Yanluo was about to make a move.

The black-eyed Demon Lord, who was originally drunk, suddenly changed his face, and a taunt appeared in his eyes.

"Your people are here?"

"?!"

King Yama was startled, and was about to say something.

But he heard the Black-eyed Demon Lord laugh out loud.

"This kind of person is not enough to put a gap between my teeth! Do you have the guts to plot against me?!"

"Hmph! You will only know which one is stronger and which one is weaker!"

King Yama saw that the conspiracy was revealed, so he didn't continue to pretend.

Immediately shouted angrily, got up and lifted the table.

The soup is spilled, and the wine glasses are flying!