Honghuang: I, Styx, start the reporting system

"What do fellow Taoists say should be done?"

Tiandao Hongjun once again gave the choice to Pingxin. After all, the Wu clan was the victim, and he could not ignore Pingxin's opinion.

But Pingxin said: "God is the Lord, I believe that you, fellow Taoist, will come up with a punishment plan that satisfies both the lich and the witch clan."

I don't know why, but the four words "Heavenly Lord" coming out of Ping Xin's mouth always give people an inexplicable sense of irony.

Tiandao Hongjun first looked at Nuwa: "Nuwa, what do you want?"

"Master..." Nuwa was not sure what Tiandao Hongjun meant.

She dared to choke with Jieyin, but she didn't dare to choke with Hongjun.

Hongjun is far superior to them in terms of status and strength. Among the people present, only Pingxin was as good as Hongjun in terms of status. But if compared with their strength, Pingxin and the Five Saints may not be Hongjun's opponents.

Hongjun's intention was obvious, he wanted to protect Zhunti.

But this time the demon clan...

It wouldn't matter if a few ordinary Taiyi Golden Immortals died. But it happened to be the prince of the demon clan, and all ten golden crows were destroyed.

Things like family background are also very important in the prehistoric era where strength is valued.

I would like to ask, if the Sanqing were not transformed by Pangu's Yuan Shen, and did not possess the merits of opening the sky, but were just a few ordinary quasi-sages, would Hongjun still accept them as disciples and give them Hongmeng Purple Qi?

I'm afraid not necessarily.

Hongjun stared straight at Nuwa. Nuwa wanted to withstand the pressure, but she couldn't open her mouth.

She felt disappointed.

They are all disciples of Master, why is Hongjun so partial to Zhunti?

In the end, she could only relax, gritted her teeth and said angrily: "That's it this time! Please be careful next time, Junior Brother, and don't do such things behind your back!"

Di Jun still didn't react and only looked after Xihe.

Donghuang Taiyi's face was also very dissatisfied, but he also knew in his heart that this was not Nuwa's fault, this was the result Hongjun wanted.

Ping Xin calmed down and took time to watch everything that had just happened.

Tiandao Hongjun nodded. Of course he knew that Nuwa was not satisfied with the result, but he didn't care. Zhunti couldn't die yet. All he wanted was to keep Zhunti alive.

Then he turned his head and looked at Ping Xin: "The demon clan gave up punishing Zhunti, what about the witch clan?"

Pingxin still couldn't tell what Hongjun meant, so she just said: "This time the Wu Clan can also let Zhunti go!"

Jieyin and Zhunti both had smiles on their faces, but then they heard Pingxin continue: "It's just that our netherworld is short of manpower, and there is no important quasi-sage sitting on the Naihe Bridge. I wonder if I can ask Zhunti to say My friend’s good corpse enters my underworld to serve, how can I protect it?”

Jie Yin and Zhunti didn't understand Ping Xin's meaning. Are you here to give them merit?

Just by dividing a good corpse, you can occupy a position in the Netherworld, even if it is an inconspicuous official position, that is a great thing.

You must know that the current underworld is still in its infancy, and there are not many people. Therefore, the Asura clan, Minotaur Horse Face, etc. who joined the underworld early have gained a lot of merit and have become famous in the prehistoric times.

The Naihe Bridge is an important point leading to the six paths of reincarnation. If Zhunti's good corpse can guard Naihe, the benefits will be needless to say.

But would Pingxin, the witch clan that Zhunti had just plotted, be so kind and send merit to Zhunti?

Jie Yin didn't believe it.

He refused and said, "Thank you Taoist Taoist Pingxin. It's just that the underworld is related to reincarnation and its status is important. I'm quite busy with Western affairs and I don't think I have the ability to coordinate the affairs of the underworld well, so I'd better give it up."

The smile on Ping Xin's face did not reach his eyes, but he said with a bit of pity: "Forget it. Since you in the West are busy with things and are unwilling to interfere, I can't force others to do anything. I will not work for the West in the future. Originally. I also want to let you in the West earn some merit, so that you in the West can recover quickly."

Ping Xin and Jie Yin's words almost eliminated the possibility of the West intervening in the underworld in the future.

Jie Yin and Zhunti's expressions became cautious. They had already planned for the underworld. If they completely gave up on the underworld, or even gave it to others, because of these few words of sincerity, wouldn't it be a huge loss? ?

So Zhunti hurriedly said: "Although I in the West are busy with things, they are still more important than the things in the underworld. What's more, I can't refuse the empress's kind invitation!"

"Junior brother..." Jie Yin immediately wanted to stop Zhunti, but Zhunti reassured Jie Yin.

In Zhunti's view, this was an invitation from Pingxin Jinkou to join the underworld. Even if there is any calculation, it will not be made public.

And as long as his good corpse joins the underworld, then they in the West will have manpower in the underworld, and they can use this to intervene in the West openly in the future.

The worst result is that Pingxin directly kills his good corpse, but this has little impact on Zhunti, and it only takes tens of thousands of years to regroup the good corpse.

Hearing Zhunti's agreement, Pingxin showed a kind smile: "Then fellow Taoist, please summon the good corpse!"

Zhunti did as he was told.

Ping Xinye firmly kept his promise and said, "Feng Zhunti's good corpse is the Meng Po who is in charge of reincarnation in the underworld and is responsible for forgetting the past!"

Then he waved the judge's pen in his hand, directly cutting off the connection between Zhunti and his good corpse.

Zhunti's face suddenly changed and he asked loudly: "Pingxin, what did you do!"

Why can't he feel the connection between himself and the corpse at all?

This feeling was very strange. He knew clearly that his good corpse existed, but he could not mobilize it.

It's like a person who knows that his hands are on his body, but he can't feel it at all!

Pingxin was too lazy to pay attention to Zhunti, and just put away the corpse of Zhunti, which was like a zombie, and then sent it to the underworld, and turned it into a female form, so that it started to cook Meng Po soup outside Naihe Bridge. And give a spoonful to all creatures who set foot on Naihe Bridge.

Seeing this, Zhunti was so angry that his whole body was trembling: "Pingxin, you..."

This is a complete and utter humiliation!

Pingxin smiled coldly: "What's wrong?"

Yes, it is humiliating!

But didn’t Zhunti ask for this humiliation? She had given Zhunti a choice. If Zhunti hadn't been greedy for their merits and wanted to join their underworld, how could he have been humiliated by her?

In fact, the great innate gods in the ancient world did not care much about male or female appearance, but no one has ever changed from male to female.

And Zhunti became the first, obviously this is not something worthy of honor.

And if he could have merit, that would be fine, but Ping Xin didn't know how to cut off the connection between him and the good corpse, so the merit gained by the good corpse had nothing to do with him!