Reborn for ten thousand years, the Eternal Heavenly Lord

Wu Hao was so angry that he couldn't find an outlet to vent his anger. He turned his attention to the Earth Tiger. Among the five tigers, the Gold, Water and Fire Tigers couldn't get angry easily, otherwise they would be the ones who would suffer. The Gold Tiger would draw his sword if he disagreed with someone; the Water Tiger would be reluctant to do so; the Fire Tiger, hey, it would cry. So after thinking about it, only the Earth Tiger and the Wood Tigers could be used to vent their anger. The Wood Tiger was successful this time, so the only thing left was...

"Old Five, what's wrong with you?" Wu Hao pointed his finger at Tu Hu heavily, his face full of anger.

"I'm trying to find a way to get back to the Middle Heaven Realm. You're here chatting and talking nonsense. Do you have any sense of collective honor? Do you have any conscience?"

Tu Hu smiled flatteringly and said, "Boss is wise and brave, he will definitely come up with a brilliant idea."

Wu Hao chuckled and appeared beside Tu Hu: "Old Five, we know each other well. You must have thought of what method I am thinking of. I will give you a chance and let you speak first."

Tu Hu quickly picked up the conversation: "I am not as thorough as you. I can only think of a few dozen key points and I can't think of all of them. Haha, the boss is the boss, he really thinks everything through."

Wu Hao's expression changed, and he shouted in a deep voice: "Speak!"

Tuhu was still smiling, and he raised his head towards Wu Hao, then turned his huge tiger head towards Qianqiu Wandai, and said with a smile, "Hey, Boss, you know what I mean!"

Wu Hao laughed loudly and patted Tuhu lightly with his right hand. He smiled as if he had found his third wife. He nodded repeatedly and said, "Yes! Yes! This is what I thought of. Tuhu, you know what the boss means."

Wu Hao's questioning voice rose in Tuhu's heart, speaking quickly: "Old Five, you are itching for trouble, right? Why do you want me to watch the whales?"

Tu Hu responded quickly: "Look farther, look deeper, don't you see the bag? It can pass through the gaps in space. As long as there are spatial coordinates, it is not a problem for the bag to go back and forth. Don't we have the star mark of hell?"

Wu Hao suddenly realized, yes, that's right, what's the matter with this Qianqiu Wandai, is it 100% transparent? Why can't I remember it when something happens? "Bag, bag!"

Qianqiu Wandai, whose pages were interrupted, did not even raise his head, and replied in an unhappy tone: "What?"

"Let's go! Go back to hell!"

"Ten chivalrous novels?"

"I'll give you eleven copies. Tell Shuihu the style and plot, and I'll buy them for you when I get there."

The bag finally raised its head, gave Wu Hao a fierce look, and ignored him.

Wu Hao hurriedly made amends, ignoring Tuhu's resentful look and said, "It was a slip of the tongue, a slip of the tongue, Book Twelve, tell Tuhu to handle it. If it doesn't work out, how about I break its legs myself?"

Qianqiu Wandai then carefully put the wonderful novel into the bag, staring at Wu Hao, and seeing Wu Hao's hair growing on his face, he asked in a trembling voice, "Anything else?"

"Let's go, gather your things and set off!"

"Oh!" Wu Hao waved his hand quickly and everyone entered the sea of ​​consciousness.

In the vast and boundless world of Shenxing, the stars are as dense as dust, and the ancient legends and unsolved mysteries are interwoven into a series of mysterious paintings. Wu Hao was a little worried about this trip. After all, the behavior of the bag was always not so reassuring, and even more frightening.

Before he could adjust his sitting position, he appeared in hell with a whoosh, and his position was exactly at the entrance.

"Baji" Wu Hao hugged Qianqiu Wandai's big head and kissed it hard, then put it directly into his sea of ​​consciousness.

"Boom! Boom! Boom!" There was an abnormal energy movement in hell. Hundreds of spiritual consciousnesses instantly locked onto Wu Hao, pressing him to the ground and rubbing him. Even a strand of his hair was under their control.

"It's me, my friendly army!" After he uttered it in a suppressed voice, the pressure on his body was instantly gone, and those spiritual consciousnesses retreated like water as if they had seen something disgusting.

Wu Hao's thoughts were nothing but strong and delicate feelings. He felt the attitudes of these big guys, and he felt quite happy. After all, not everyone can be disliked by so many big shots.

"hey-hey!"

"Study, your master seems to have turned into a fool!" The voice of the original body came from all directions, and it was impossible to tell the location of the real body.

Although Wu Hao was already laughing with his eyes narrowed, he was still blinded by the appearance of the extremely strong golden light. He was caught off guard and shouted, "Ah! My eyes!"

Meng Po appeared with a very powerful aura, in fact she was definitely over two meters tall, and the golden light directly occupied half of the sky of the Eighteen Cities of Hell.

"Lord God, you only need to open one of the Ten Thousand Ghosts Merit Golden Body. It can be seen that it is you. Really. There is no need to open eleven at once. It would be a bit of a waste. It would also be troublesome to recharge!"

Not even a human figure could be seen in the golden light, let alone Meng Po's expression. All that could be heard was a laugh coming from the golden light. "Too much, too much. We can't use it all. Besides, it will get moldy if we don't expose it to the sun often."

"Clang, clang, clang" the sound of the continuous closing of the golden light of merit, finally, Meng Po could be seen in the golden light, floating towards her on a gilded spoon.

Seeing so many familiar faces, Wu Hao also smiled and casually greeted them: "God, you are not busy recently. You have all the eleven golden statues with you."

Meng Po's face changed slightly, and she turned her head directly. She saw that the speed of Meng Po's flying spoon suddenly increased, and it arrived in front of Wu Hao in an instant. "Boom boom boom..." eleven consecutive sounds of the golden body of ten thousand ghosts opening the light of merit reached Wu Hao's ears, and his eyes seemed to be looking directly at the sun at close range for the first time.

"Oh! my eyes, my eyes, my eyes..."

The man with red and swollen eyes sat upright. His eyes were swollen like steamed buns, and even his spiritual power could not dissipate the swelling. Ksitigarbha Bodhisattva Sun Nianshu, the original Buddha's mouth was blessed, the forced growth of Jia Daoren, the gatekeeper three-headed dog...

"Wang Wang!"

Wu Hao smiled wryly and said to the Yangyan Demon Dog, "I'll think of another one and another one." He even forgot that his life was bound to that of the three dogs, and his inner voice was heard.

The Yangyan Demon Dog San Gou was furious and said, "Dog, you said you are either courting death or on your way to death, can't you be a little more wretched? What if you really die?"

Wu Hao spread his hands and said shamelessly: "What can I do? You are not by my side to protect me."

"If you say so, I guess the Lord of the Divine Palace will list you as the most unwelcome person in the Hell. You went to the Sinking Star Realm and stole other people's star core guardians, and even took away the Full Moon master. The most outrageous thing is that your sixth soul consciousness cultivated tens of thousands of high-level warriors and let them fight with the Sinking Star, and then you ran away without saying anything. If I were the Lord of the Sinking Star, I would wish to worship you under my bed and prick you with a needle one or two hundred times a day."

The sixth soul suddenly trembled, as if it was touched by Sangou's words, emitting a faint light, conveying anxiety and sadness to the main body. A powerful mental wave radiated towards the Eighteen Cities of Hell, with a strong pressure and momentum, and all the ghosts resisted collectively.

Mr. Bao suddenly appeared, and the Cross Sealing Magic Spell targeted Wu Hao, gathering his fluctuations together and controlling them within a certain range. He said, "Wu Hao cannot merge here. His vision is difficult to estimate, and may cause abnormal movements in Hell. Is there any other place?"

Nianshu and the master looked at each other and replied at the same time: "Yes!"

Reading and casting spells to create the world, I will throw people into a deep ditch.

"Boom!"