Hell, hell.


    "Why can''t you handle such a small matter? It''s just that you are asked to put some hidden means under the feet of the hanging mirror company, but you directly poke this basket into the hell?!"


    The roar of Wrath shook the earth.


    This is a senro palace.


    Countless ferocious faces were carved on the palace, and dark flames flickered in the air.


    In the palace, there are white bones paving roads, piled together and cast into a high throne.


    The questioner was a huge and ugly man on the throne.


    Wearing royal clothes, he is quite powerful.


    What was questioned was a kid who appeared to be wearing ordinary cloth and knelt on the ground.


    "Yan Jun, don''t be angry first. I can''t blame it. It''s all the blame on the Meng woman who broke into the plan without authorization... And the Meng woman is Mingjun. They added it."


    Said the kid.


    He introduced all those lonely ghosts into the inn, and Meng Po brought in other ghosts with rosters in the hell.


    These two people know who is right and who is wrong at a glance, but now Yan Jun on the throne doesn''t listen to any excuse.


    "That''s not yourself, fool. Don''t you know how to watch more?"


    "Meng Po is Ming Jun''s man. You don''t know. At this time, we are the ones who bear the most!"


    Yan Jun shouted angrily.


    The nine secluded underworld is actually divided into two layers, or two parts.


    One part is the netherworld, where ghosts and monsters do not have too many constraints on each other, nor do they have too many strict rules. The leaders are nine netherworld kings.


    The other part is that there are many rules in the underground. Ghosts and monsters will have strict distinctions between their superiors and subordinates when they come to the underground.


    The person in charge is Yan Jun of the ten halls.


    Although these two parts are collectively referred to as Jiuyou underworld, they are fundamentally different from each other.


    The most fundamental thing is the difference of managers.


    The area separated by two parts is called Naihe bridge.


    On the west side of the Naihe bridge is the netherworld, and on the east side of the Naihe bridge is the underworld.


    Nowadays, all the things in Qingyue city are ghosts from the underworld. The greatest responsibility naturally lies in the underworld. If mingtu takes the opportunity to get some small skills and occupy more territory, he will be happy and comfortable as an outsider.


    "But, my Lord, it''s true that the dryland is not one of us. It''s also the woman Meng who brought it in. What are the hundreds of little ghosts to the hanging mirror company? The real thorny one is that one."


    The kid at the bottom quickly said.


    Yan Jun thought it was reasonable.


    If he waits until his strength is fully restored, he will be on a par with himself. If he enters the netherworld one day, I''m afraid the nine netherworld kings will become ten.


    "What do you think you should do now? If you can''t think of a way, I''ll throw you into the yellow spring and let you keep the hot pain!"


    Yan Jun Nu shouted.


    "The king of hell can do this first... Then..."


    The kid muttered about his plan. At last, Yan Jun was happy.


    "Yes, yes, I asked you to do it because you have a brain. You have full power to do it. If you do it well, you can keep your head. If you can''t do it well, you can just throw it into the yellow spring."


    The king of hell waved directly regardless of the other party''s feelings, and suddenly blew a gust of wind, overturning the kid directly.


    The dust settled on the king of hell, and his mood settled down.


    But there was another riot in the netherworld.


    The Ming kings of the netherworld are known as elegant people. They don''t have palaces or other residences. They are just a few bamboo houses, but their bamboo is the native huangquan bamboo among the Yellow Springs.


    The degree of luxury is even much higher than that of the ten palace Yan Jun.


    "Did you find the Mengpo?"


    One of them asked Ming Jun, who was wearing a Confucian shirt and holding a folding fan.


    "Second, what''s your hurry? At the beginning, you sent him to get involved in this matter. Now people can''t be found. You should bear the greatest responsibility."


    The other was dressed in red, with red hair all over his head. He spoke carelessly and looked hot tempered.


    "The main responsibility for this matter is not to see that those who are registered in the underworld are the children of the underworld, which has little to do with our underworld."


    Another old gentleman with an old God said.


    "But what about marsupials?"


    The second with the fan spoke again.


    As soon as these words came out, all the people present calmed down and looked at each other. They really forgot this big flaw.


    "With his strength, it should not be so easy to be caught. As long as he is not caught and there is no evidence, the other party can''t accuse us of anything."


    Huohong Mingjun way.


    "Old four, he''s right. We should pay attention to evidence in everything, especially the so-called fair Yamen. If there is no evidence, they can''t be convicted."


    The old man smiled with a wise bead in his hand.


    "The strength of the Dryad has not fully recovered. We should have waited a few years to open his seal. But now coming out early must hurt the root. Ren Changsheng used the method of Phoenix Nirvana spread from the underworld."


    The second son immediately threw out another heavy news, and the people couldn''t laugh any more.


    They can deeply realize how terrible the white clothes in the capital were.


    If ordinary mortals enter this dark land, their combat power will be three layers less, but the demon can run wild in it with his own body, even more like a fish in water than himself and others.


    "The art of Phoenix Nirvana does more harm than good to mortals. I guess he doesn''t have much time to live. It''s terrible. I''ll collect his soul in a while."


    The red man said.


    Only this time, the old man was not supporting his optimistic idea.


    Quite like him, he is not so old. At least he is a handsome young man.


    Only that day, the capital came in white.


    Stir the wind and rain in the dark earth, and as the strongest of the first few people, I naturally want to stand up.


    The result is clear at a glance.


    The white clothes in the capital can leave naturally, relying on their divine body talent, and can naturally restrain their Yin things with the help of the water of the yellow spring.


    And his flesh and skin was eroded by the water of the yellow spring.


    Even if it breaks through to a higher level in the future, it cannot be reversed.


    "When the Phoenix Nirvana skill is performed, it will cause irreversible damage, but I don''t want the demon to come to the nether earth to compete with us for another nether King position after death."


    Said the second.


    "Then send him to the underworld. At that time, the top ten Yanjun in the underworld will become eleven Yanjun."


    "Can you send it to the underworld to sort out our strong enemies?"


    For a time, the dark earth began to be silent.


    Because of one person.