The Three Realms Era!

Wang Xiong fought with the immortals at the Nantianmen, fell into the underworld in a coma and entered the underworld!

I don’t know where I flowed along the underworld, but with the fragments of the Donghuang Bell protecting the master, Wang Xiong was fine until he suddenly woke up. Suddenly, he felt a dark and dark aura coming to his face.

There were bursts of heart-wrenching crying in my ears.

"I am unwilling to let me go, I am unwilling to die in the hands of the people I despise. I am unwilling to let me go!"

"I want to kill that bitch and poison me to death with my adulterer. I am unwilling to give up and let me go!"

"I was fighting on the front line, and the emperor's grandson destroyed my family behind, causing my family to be destroyed, and even gave me poisonous wine? I was unwilling to give up. I want to go back and kill the emperor's grandson and the emperor's old man!"

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The shrill crying sounds were filled with resentment, and they were pitch black from all directions, all of which were condensed into the shape of the sea.

The Golden Crow King Xiong was still injured and was still extremely weak at this moment. The Golden Crow clone was originally a soul clone. In the underworld, it looked just a powerful soul. However, because of the severe injuries, I couldn't tell how powerful it was at this moment.

Opening my eyes, I saw an extremely large city in front of me, which was only a big size than my own Lingxiao City. However, there were countless times more people here than Lingxiao City.

No, it should be said that they are all ghosts, all ghosts with resentment.

The ghosts seemed to be imprisoned in this huge city, with a huge number of almost one next to one, and a terrifying number even Wang Xiong showed a hint of horror.

Are they all resentful ghosts?

These ghosts wanted to leave the city in a sarcastic hissing, but the city seemed to be sealed and no one could get out.

"Where is this?" Wang Xiong was slightly stunned.

I could barely see a huge palace on the city tower in the distance, and all ghosts could not get close to it. There was a plaque on the huge palace, which was the three big words "City of Death".

Wang Xiong has a "City of Death" order.

That was transformed from fragments of the heavenly way in the Wude Death City.

Nowadays, the way of heaven in the underworld is still the same, so there is no order to die in this era. However, it does not affect Wang Xiong's understanding of this place.

Since he received the Order of the Death of the City, Wang Xiong has also sent someone to inquire about the situation of the City of the Death of the City.

This is a city that imprisons those who die in vain. It is the sixth hall of the ten halls of the underworld, and the sixth hall under the jurisdiction of the King of Biancheng.

As long as the ghosts die abnormally and do not accept the arrangements in the underworld, the ghosts are detained here.

"How could I be here?" Wang Xiong looked at the countless resentful ghosts around him blankly.

"You deserve to be unlucky. You were caught by a few ghost messengers, alas!" A sigh suddenly came from the side.

Wang Xiong turned his head and saw an old man sitting on the stone beside him, looking at the roar of the resentful ghosts.

"Old sir? You said, I was caught by a ghost messenger?" Wang Xiong said curiously.

"Of course, you died at such a young age. You are still flowing along the water of the underworld. You will definitely not be dead. You will be caught and thrown into the city of Wudian!" The old man nodded.

"I heard that the ghosts in the underworld are not managed by the Ten Palaces of Hell? They didn't send me to ask?" Wang Xiong frowned.

"Ha, what you are talking about is the old altar. The underworld is now different. In the past, the underworld was managed by the Ten Palaces of Yama, but later, the underworld changed a lot, and there were monsters everywhere. The Ten Palaces of Yama can't take care of that much. Besides, the Ten Palaces of Yamama has also changed, it is not a good thing. Just look at this city of Wudian, now it is only allowed to enter and not exit. Look, how many Wudian, dead ghosts have been stuffed? The more it is stuffed! It is all about to fill!" the old man sighed.

"Only allowed to enter, not leave?" Wang Xiong said in surprise.

"Of course, it's like you, haha, this is not bad at all compared to the eighteenth level hell. You will be imprisoned forever. Even if you have no resentment before, you will accumulate slowly. You will never be reincarnated!" The old man showed a sad look.

The old man seemed to be talking about Wang Xiong, but he seemed to be talking about himself. When it comes to sadness, he became more and more sad. In the grief, he was filled with resentment.

"Old sir, can ghosts still leave the city of deceased death in the past? How can they go out?" Wang Xiong asked.

"The ghost who was imprisoned in the city of Wudi Death can be reincarnated when his life is exhausted, but now it is different. When his life is exhausted, he is not allowed to go out. In this way, resentment will only accumulate more and more. Of course, there is a way to go out, only if the resentment is dissipated, and there is no left at all. But is this possible? Unless you have drunk Mengpo Soup and forget everything in the past, how can a ghost dissipate all the resentment and become so pure?" The old man said angrily with a wry smile.

"Meng Po? Do you know where Meng Po is?" Wang Xiong's eyes lit up.

"In front of Naihe Bridge, Mengpo Tang! Who hasn't heard of it? As for where it is, I don't know, but the ten palaces of Hell must know," said the old man.

"The city lord is dead in vain, is the Ten Palaces of Hell?" Wang Xiong was slightly stunned.

"I am just a mortal. According to the principle, I died in thirty years of life in the world, but I have been imprisoned for two hundred years. I am just a mortal. My life has been exhausted. They have not yet been reincarnated for me. Why? The underworld has changed, changed!" The old man was in grief.

"Since that's the case, I'll send you out!" Wang Xiong said in a deep voice.

"What?" The old man looked at Wang Xiong blankly.

"There are only two ways to get out of the city of deceased death. One is to run out of life, and the other is to run out of resentment? Since your life is exhausted and you are not allowed to wait, then I will save you and help you to dispel your resentment. Listen to my scriptures, "The Mantra of Rebirth"!" Wang Xiong suddenly sat cross-legged, clasped his hands together and started to recite.

"Namo Amitabha Night…………………!”

As the sound of Buddha was recited from Wang Xiong, he saw a layer of Buddha light suddenly appearing around Wang Xiong. Under the background of the Buddha light, the sound of Buddha suddenly filled the ears of the resentful ghosts around him.

The resentful ghosts around were heart-wrenching and their resentment was soaring to the sky, but as Wang Xiong's scripture sounded, the sound of salvation bathed in the crowd of resentful ghosts, and suddenly, all the resentful ghosts became quiet.

In the Buddha's light, the soul seems to be baptized.

The old man who had just talked to Wang Xiong suddenly showed a look of happiness on his face, and his whole body seemed to be bathed in Buddha's light.

"Thank you!" The old man bowed respectfully to Wang Xiong. At the moment when his resentment was washed away, it seemed as if it had risen from the sky and slowly flew out of this huge city of deceased death.

Not only the old man, but also the ghosts behind him were all being saved by Wang Xiong. When he saw the deceased dead ghost flying out of the deceased dead city, he immediately leaned towards Wang Xiong's Buddha light one by one.

After all, Wang Xiong is in the Buddha's position. The little thing about saving the dead is exactly what the Buddha is best at. Baptizing the soul is simply a trivial matter.

Under the mantra of rebirth, the resentment of the resentful ghosts dissipated. No, it did not dissipate, but under Wang Xiong's relief, it seemed to turn into golden merits. The merits transformed from the relief poured into Wang Xiong's body. Suddenly, the merits were being replenished by Wang Xiong's injuries.

Wang Xiong was injured this time and was weak. Merits entered his body. If he had a long drought and rain, it immediately made Wang Xiong feel extremely comfortable.

"There are such benefits for merit? Sure enough, everything has cause and effect. I have saved the resentful spirits. Resentment enters my body as a certificate of merit in heaven and earth. The resentful spirits in this city should be able to recover me soon!" A hint of satisfaction flashed in Wang Xiong's eyes.

As his injuries continued to improve, Wang Xiong's Buddhist voice spread wider, and the Buddha lights bloomed more everywhere, one increased and the other grew. Not long after, Wang Xiong's "Mantra of Rebirth" began to spread everywhere in the city of Wushu.

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The City of Wude Death is said to be a city, but it is actually just a prison. But there are still palace groups, which are the residences of the prisoners and are also the residences of the lord of Wude Death.

The main hall of the Wudie City Tower, outside the hall, there are a large number of ghost soldiers and generals guarding them. However, there are two figures in the hall.

A man wearing a black official robe looked respectfully at the man wearing a black dragon robe on the main seat next to him.

The man in the black dragon robe closed his eyes, as if he was entering a state of meditation, but as he opened his mouth and swallowed, a whirlpool suddenly appeared on his head, and the resentment fell from the sky and quickly entered the mouth and nose of the man in the black dragon robe.

This time, it took an hour. After an hour, the man in the black dragon robe opened his eyes.

"His Royal Highness Biancheng, what is the quality of this resentment?" The man in black official robe immediately pleased him.

"No, the resentment is indeed strong! The city lord of the Wudai City, you did a good job!" The man in the black dragon robe, King Bian Cheng, said with satisfaction.

"Don't worry, my highness, this Wudie City is now in my control and will continue to collect resentment. After that, I will collect resentment in a bottle and send it to His Highness Biancheng's palace!" The Wudie City Lord said with congratulations.

"Not only me, but also the Ten Palaces of Hell, will send you away! Otherwise, if they make trouble, I will not spare you lightly!" King Biancheng said in a deep voice.

"Yes, yes, after all, if you make trouble with the high priest, you will say that we are not united!" The Lord of the Wudi City immediately smiled.

"Hmm? Bastard!" King Bian Cheng glared.

The Lord of the Wudi City changed his expression and angered King Biancheng.

"I forgot what I said? Don't mention the name of the high priest again, and I'm waiting for my identity, don't mention it again! Starting two hundred years ago, you were the lord of the city in vain. Don't you want to stay in this position?" King Bian Cheng glared.

"Yes, yes, the little one was wrong, your highness calmed down. The little one was too proud. Two hundred years ago, we replaced the ten halls of the underworld. The little one was...!" The Lord of the Wudi City was immediately frightened.

"Hmph, it's fine to keep your mouth in front of me. If you want to say something outside, you will suppress you forever. Humph, the high priest sent a message. Some powerful people in the three realms have found some clues. Let me be careful! We have replaced the lord of the Ten Palaces, and I don't know how the ten real Ten Palaces Kings are. In a few days, I will go and see it myself and don't run away!" King Biancheng said coldly.

"No, the high priest missed everything. In the chaos in the underworld, we have almost mastered it. Your Highness, you have also become the King of Biancheng, the Sixth Hall of the Ten Palaces of Yama! How could there be any accident?" The Lord of the Wudi City was pleased.

"So, no matter when in the future, you are not allowed to let go!" King Bian Cheng said in a deep voice.

"Yes!" The Lord of the Wudi City responded.

"Well, other races don't care about this resentment, and the snake vine tribe cannot use it, but it is the greatest nourishment for our tribe. If I absorb some fresh resentment, you can enjoy it as well!" King Biancheng said in a deep voice.

"Yes, thank you Your Highness!" The Lord of the Wudi City also exhaled lightly.

The two of them closed their eyes and entered into meditation, and continued to absorb the infinite resentment of the Wudian City. As they sucked, they suddenly opened their eyes.

"What's going on? Is the resentment getting less?" King Bian Cheng's face darkened.

"It's impossible, why is this happening?" The Lord of Wudi City said in a daze.

"What happened in the Wudicheng City. Let's go out and take a look!" King Bian Cheng said with a deep face.
Chapter completed!