When I woke up, I became the King of Hades

When they came to the temple, a group of bald monks had already surrounded them, and they built a pile of wood in front of the temple, intending to burn Jialan's body.

"It's the first time I heard that the young monks in the temple are going to be cremated. It's not in accordance with the rules to preside over it." Hua Tian and Lan Zijun stepped forward to stop them, and finally saw the legendary presider.

The host Yan Yuese explained: "It's a pity that I saw Jia Lan's death, so I gave him this specification."

Lan Zijun snorted coldly: "Hmph, I'm afraid I want to destroy some shameful things."

The host tilted his head to look at the fat monk, and the fat man stood up and said, "Shut up, don't slander the host."

"Heh, when did Brother Zijun slander the host, he just said to destroy some things, you are guilty of thieves." Relying on a few spells, Huatian was full of confidence and aggressive.

"You..." The fat monk blushed because he couldn't speak, blowing his beard and staring.

"Two benefactors, today is Jialan's first seven. Are you making trouble here to see that there is no one in our temple?" The host changed his tone and raised his voice, deliberately speaking to the young monks in the temple.

Although the young monks in the temple didn't know who Hua Tian and Lan Zijun were, after hearing what the host said, they suddenly felt that the temple gate was being bullied, and all of them were filled with righteous indignation and rolled up their sleeves to fight.

The fat monk got excited, waved his sleeves and shouted: "No one can insult the gate of the temple. Get your weapons and drive the invaders out."

The host is a fake host, and the monks who teach are not very good. They are extraordinarily arrogant and completely contrary to Buddhism. They raised a bright big knife and slashed at Huatian and Lan Zijun, as if they had entered a bandit den.

Huatian couldn't stand it at the beginning, relying on the spell, he came empty-handed, and didn't prepare a self-defense guy. After being rubbed by the knife a few times, he screamed in pain, quickly took out the charm, waved it, and shot The bright barrier wrapped him up, no matter how the outside monks attacked, it would not be broken, it was as solid as gold.

"Haha, I can't cut it down." Hua Tian twitched inside the circle, stuck out his tongue at the monks outside the circle, and knocked their smooth foreheads from time to time, which angered them even more, and chopped down fiercely.

Lan Zijun walked towards the host calmly, within a hundred meters, no one could get close to him, and would even be bounced away by the invisible halo around him.

The closer the distance, the host panicked and fled to the temple. Lan Zijun pressed on every step of the way, but he just didn't catch the host, slowly grinding his temper.

Lan Zijun was able to have time to sharpen his temperament as a host, thanks to Huatian's publicity and clamor, which attracted a lot of "troops".

The barrier of "Pa Ka" broke without warning, Hua Tian was sticking out his tongue and laughing, and almost had an intimate kiss with the shiny forehead in front of him.

The two looked at each other for a long time before realizing: "What's going on, why is the barrier broken!"

Huatian was the first to react, running away faster than a rabbit, and then realized the meaning of the several talismans that Lan Zijun had drawn for him, why can't he get a permanent one, and let him groan for a while longer.

Reaching into his bosom, twisting the talisman and counting, there are three more, so save some.

To use a talisman, one needs to draw a talisman, so he waved another talisman as a barrier, looking for Lan Zijun everywhere.

"Tell me, where is the Yangjing Stone?" The host was panting after being chased, leaning against the gate to rest for a while, Lan Zijun rushed up to question without haste.

The host didn't care to catch his breath, and looked at Lan Zijun in astonishment: "Who are you?"

Blue fire flashed in Lan Zijun's hand, he pushed it outward, deliberately deviated from the direction, and hit the flower bed on the side of the host, and the fresh flowers were instantly dyed to ashes.

"The one who made you die." Lan Zijun smiled evilly, looking like a ghost in the underworld.

"But as long as..." Approaching the host, Lan Zijun whispered, "You hand over the essence stone, and I can spare you."

What kind of case is not a case, Lan Zijun's goal is to raise essence stones,

The host was so frightened that he slid from the door to the ground, a layer of cold sweat broke out on his forehead, but he still gritted his teeth: "I don't know what nourishing stone is. You can kill or cut it as you like."

Lan Zijun raised his palm and was about to shoot it down. Huatian led a group of pursuers, yelling: "Brother Zijun, help me~"

Anger on top of anger, Lan Zijun waved his hand, and all the people who came with Huatian and others fell down.

Hua Tian got up nimbly and came to Lan Zijun's side, and the heart in his throat could finally return to its original position.

"I thought you would last for a long time, I overestimated you." Lan Zijun said disappointedly.

After hearing this, Huatian became anxious. It turned out that Lan Zijun used him as a shield: "Do you have a conscience? After all, I am also your boss. Can you tell me if you have any plans next time!"

Finally found a good opportunity, Hanada stiffened up.

"Can I tell you that you can resist them." Lan Zijun said coldly, and turned to go to the temple.

"Hey, you, you, you..." Huatian chased after him, stammering for a long time without saying a word of rebuttal, which sounded quite reasonable, but he was powerless to refute.

The fallen monks stood up and surrounded Hua Tian and Lan Zijun, and no one dared to step forward.

Lan Zijun walked around the Buddha statue for a few times, and knocked again and again to confirm the situation inside. Amidst the doubts of the crowd, a ray of light came down, and the Buddha statue first cracked a small crack visible to the naked eye, followed by a roar, and fell apart Open it, and the scene is unobstructed.

A man is entangled by the ever-moving ivy. The ivy has no roots and no source. In one part, the man closed his eyes, as if isolated from the noisy world.

The butcher knives in the hands of the monks fell to the ground one after another, and the Buddha statue they had been worshiping turned out to be a monster.

Seeing that the matter was exposed, the host stopped hiding, walked towards the man, and laughed loudly: "Hmph, you still found out, don't you want my life? Let's see if you have the ability."

"Qingteng." With a loud shout, the man heard the call, opened his blood-red eyes, and saw Lan Zijun.

"Qingteng, go and kill them." The host ordered.

Qingteng turned a blind eye to the host, restrained the vines around her body, and turned into a human figure that could be seen, with raised brows and amused eyes, full of evil charm.

"Who am I seeing?" Qingteng walked straight towards Lan Zijun without concealing her strong interest.

Lan Zijun's face was as cold as frost, and he intentionally reminded: "I am Lan Zijun, the judge of the underworld."

"Haha." Qingteng Zhihui continued to read, "Lan Zijun, Lan Zijun... After you disappeared, everyone was guessing where you went. Fortunately, you were able to figure it out, and you actually went to the underworld."

Huatian was confused when he heard this, and looked at Qingteng for a few more times. This monster didn't look so scary. He thought he could see a strange creature with one eye and two mouths. Sure enough, the storytellers were all liars, just like they talked about appearance Like the ferocious Hades.

Clearing his throat, Huatian said in the tone of a boss in the underworld: "Brother Zijun, you guys know each other, so let's stop talking and bring the host to justice quickly so we can go to work."

Huatian opened his mouth, which attracted Qingteng's attention. After a glance, he couldn't pull it out. His eyes were as bright as the warm winter sun, and his smile was like the fragrance of spring flowers. Without opening his eyes, Qingteng greedily stared at the flower field as if he had discovered a treasure.

Looking at Qingteng's squinting eyes, Hua Tian and Lan Zijun whispered: "I know I'm handsome, but he wouldn't show such eyes. Does this guy have nympho disease?"

Fortunately, Qingteng was only interested in admiring the beauty of Huatian, and didn't hear what Huatian said.

Lan Zijun was not in a hurry to solve the case, he was still thinking about one thing, and asked Xiang Qingteng: "Where is the essence raising stone for you?"

Qingteng came back to her senses, and pointed to her belly: "It's here, but I don't think you need it."

"Stop talking nonsense, hand it over quickly." After confirming the Yangjing Stone, Lan Zijun couldn't hide his urgent desire even more.

Qingteng's complexion changed slightly: "You have been instructed to leave us with a way to become immortal."

"Ascension to the Immortal, heh." Lan Zijun sneered: "What kind of bastard are you, dare to have such extravagant hopes, and you are worthy to be ranked with me."

The more Hua Tian listened, the more wrong it became. He was chatting well just now, why did he suddenly provoke him? Knowing that Lan Zijun’s mouth was so disrespectful, Hua Tian hurriedly persuaded him: "Everyone has everyone’s pursuit, you don’t care about him. Why, hurry up and solve the case first."

This sentence did not have much effect, the ivy had already exploded, it was really exploded, the ivy on the top of the head stood upright, and kept slapping the ground, making a crisp sound, like a bird about to Attacking lion.

Lan Zijun stared blankly, not paying attention to Qingteng's provocation at all, which enraged Qingteng even more, and he whipped him over.

"Brother Zijun, if you make an appointment, do it yourself, I won't accompany you." Huatian dodged to the damaged back to watch the battle.

This is exactly what Lan Zijun wanted, so he doesn't have to worry about the flower fields getting in the way.

Dodging Ivy's attack, Lan Zijun took out an empty talisman and began to cast a spell.

Qingteng paused for a moment and asked, "Why don't you use your body?"

"You are not worthy." Lan Zijun said quietly without raising his head, and concentrated on drawing the spell in his hand.

This sentence completely angered Qingteng, and the vine whips lashed in the direction of Lan Zijun like rain. Lan Zijun dodged again and again, and the whip tail was about to sweep him several times, and the hard dirt ground was beaten into a sieve.

Huatian, who was watching, was anxious, how long did Lan Zijun want to draw the talisman, and if he dragged on like this, he was destined to be injured.

"Hello." With a shout, Huatian successfully attracted Qingteng's attention, and looked towards Huatian with a murderous look. Qingteng, who was already red-eyed, couldn't control the beauty of this prosperous age, so she scattered a vine and drew it towards Huatian.

Hua Tian was not as flexible as Lan Zijun, so he couldn't dodge in time. When he was whipped, the wound was numb for a while, and then blood gushed out uncontrollably, and an inconspicuous opening split open.

Hua Tian, ​​who usually takes a long time to yell for a little injury, stopped yelling now, and concentrated on receiving the next whip, hoping to help Lan Zijun buy a little time to draw a talisman.

Qingteng saw what Huatian was thinking, and didn't give him this chance. A few thick vine whips intertwined and formed a huge vine trunk, which is nothing more than a hugging tree.The vine stem rose in mid-air, blocking most of the sunlight in the temple, and was about to hit it down heavily. With this blow, the flower field might be turned into a pulp.

It's over, Huatian thought, even the belief in running away is gone.