Chapter 1 Lin Fan returns after rebirth

"All... destroyed."

The fishman broke out in a cold sweat and told everyone the news.

Many old ghosts were all afraid.

Even though they were a bunch of trash, they still destroyed a city, so their strength was acceptable.

Suppose that their strength reaches ninety, even if they destroy the city, these rubbish will only be at the level of ninety-five or ninety-six.

No matter how bad it is, it is considered the destruction of the city.

If ten of them come down, even the wine immortal will have to temporarily hide away. If twenty of them come down, the scholar may be surrounded and severely damaged.

As a result, not a single one was left alive and they all died.

"Are those so-called Xiangyu ancestors planning to pledge allegiance to humans?"

"A bunch of trash!"

"Hehe, if you are loyal to humans, you will always be a dog."

"You've been kneeling for so long, have you forgotten your identity?"

"If they dare to stop us, we will kill this so-called ancestor!"

"kill!"

"kill!!"

The old ghosts were all in high spirits, and one of them asked worriedly:

"What about the Netherworld Flame? It is so powerful, it shouldn't die at the hands of the ancestor."

The fishman shook his head. "It is not affiliated with the Hades Palace. I cannot sense its current situation, but judging from the number, it may be at a disadvantage."

"We have to speed up our journey."

Not all of the old ghosts here don't have the ability to flash and dodge. In fact, a small part of them can cross several large areas and reach a wide area within a few minutes.

The problem is, they are afraid of death.

Following the army, once the war starts, Guangyu will be destroyed.

If I go there alone, it would be like Calabash Brothers saving his grandfather, sending them one by one.

Therefore, everyone tacitly agreed to advance at an average speed to maintain the consistency of the army.

The fishman didn't take this into consideration because it's just a fishman, and you can't ask a poor student to think about calculus.

At the very end of the old weirdo, there is also a group of people who are not old guys, but they also support the weirdness of the Hall of Yama.

They are also well-known at present, and are all well-known figures in various regions.

The Snow King of Sichuan, the Youquan Wolf Pack of the capital, the Female Moth of Tibet, and the Blood Dancer of Mongolia.

And the one who comes and goes without a trace, and is known for taking heads from thousands of miles away - Mei!

Its existence sometimes appears and sometimes disappears. Among the group of strange creatures, no trace of it can be captured.

In mid-air, a pair of skeletal wings fluttered, and a female ghost in a tattered black robe was located above the group of ghosts. It was the once famous Undead Golden Crow, who had swallowed up most city scenes with its undead spirits!

They calmed the scene, giving everyone who heard the death of the first reconnaissance team supreme confidence.

Is there anything better than the sense of security that comes from being powerful?

In the Palace of the King of Hell, a deep purple gas poured in from the sky. In the blink of an eye, the entire sky began to be covered with a layer of light purple.

"Purple Qi is coming from the East...Meng Po is about to succeed."

"How bold! It chose to take the path that would bring disaster to the country... It actually took away the dragon's luck and used a false body to step onto the throne!"

"Impossible, how is this possible?!"

"No, it did not step into the throne, it just stole the luck to avoid the road to disaster that was cut off."

"There is such a method. I never thought of it."

"Oh, even if you can think of it, can you do it? Meng Po has nurtured so many destroyed cities over the years to have such an opportunity."

……

The old ghosts had all seen the world, and when they saw the sky turn purple, they immediately understood Meng Po's plan.

On the other hand, the wide area had always been in a dead state, except for the sudden black aura at the beginning that made everyone panic. Apart from that, there was no other movement.

In comparison, the Palace of Yama has already gained a huge advantage.

……

In the Hall of Yama, only Meng Po was left. After taking away batch after batch of strange people who came to serve, the rest of the fishmen were gone.

The next ones who came over were all small fry and rotten shrimps. It didn’t matter to them whether they went to the wide area or not.

They cannot determine success or failure, at best they can only be regarded as witnesses of the war.

In the King of Hell's Palace, in front of the original desk, a series of signs spun out a tunnel leading to a dim scene.

Meng Po was leaning on a crutch in her hand and paddling on a bamboo boat, moving slowly on the stream.

The river stream pushed the boat forward, and with every step forward, Meng Po's old body and face became younger.

The soul floating in my body has also disappeared.

Every time a wisp is missing, outside, one will step into the mystery of the destruction of the city because of Meng Po, and there will be a lack of possibility of advancement and the ability to restore the origin.

If the origin cannot be restored, then they will think that like the power banks that only go out but not in, they will eventually die out.

In other words, they went from having an eternal lifespan to having a finite lifespan.

In exchange, Meng Po overcame one "difficulty" after another and gradually moved to a dilapidated palace.

There, there was a lingering purple aura and a light golden dragon soul.

As Meng Po gradually approached, the purple air seemed to have found a host, sticking to it little by little.

With every additional strand, the soul wrapped in the body is lost, and the sky outside is therefore constantly dyed with a deep purple.

Meng Po looked at the palace in front of her and could already hear the battle song of victory.

As for the various deeds it promised...

Step onto the path to disaster, cut off these damn rules, and instead, impose them on humans!

From now on, Gui Ke will only talk nonsense, and humans must speak sincerely!

The humans who enslaved the weird in the past will eventually pay a heavy price for their actions.

Destroy reality!

The more Meng Po smiled, the younger she became. The wrinkles on her face were bounced away one by one, and her smile actually made people feel lively.

The tattered outer coat that it had worn for who knows how many years was gradually fading away, and the naked body was gradually replaced with one piece of more gorgeous clothes after another, which made people dare not have any evil thoughts.

A carved phoenix displays its wings on the back of the dress, and on the long cuffs, cranes spread their wings and fly high.

Gold hairpins began to appear on the loose hair, which was combed up little by little and pinned firmly.

With a gentle tap of the delicate little hand, a single eye with a diameter of several football fields suddenly opened above the Hall of Yama and faced the wide area where Lin Fan was.

There, a faint black aura emerged, barely covering the entire area, while its purple aura had already covered the entire world.

"It's ridiculous that humans, no matter how smart they are, are limited by their vision. They actually plan to create a new dynasty? How can they compare with the great dynasty that already spreads across the world and has a long-standing foundation!"

Throughout history, truly powerful new emperors have always seized the foundation of the old emperor and built a new dynasty on this basis.

However, these histories have long been mysteriously sealed away, and humans have a blank in their minds. Without these histories as a reference, they would only naively think that they could become independent and become emperors.

It's ridiculous. He is just the king of the mountain and he thinks he is the best.

Looking at the black air outside, it was like a tiger seeing a hare, weak and yet a little cute.

Meng Po opened her arms and exclaimed softly:

"The world should welcome the arrival of true weirdness!"