"Greetings to the Supreme Immortal! Thank you for your hard work." Before the clouds descended to the city gate, a group of senior officials of the underworld hurriedly came forward to pay homage to him. Even if the messengers from the Dao Court were pitifully weak, their identity and status were all senior officials of the underworld, and they were all objects that these senior officials of the underworld needed to look up to.

This is inevitable. These envoys were all assigned by Qinglong Tianzun. In other words, they were the imperial envoys from the Taoist court, who were a higher level of official position.

"I'm fine, I'm here to attract the immortals, but I've worked hard for you all."

A man walked down from the golden cloud, wearing a mysterious Taoist robe, with his eyebrows and eyes somewhat similar to Yang Chenyu, but this Taoist man was Yang Zitao.

Because the monsters are too ugly and are not very adapted to the environment where they leave the Taoist court, Yang Chenyu had no choice but to draw the elite disciples from the Qinglong Taoist vein to use them as messengers.

Among them, there are all first, second and third generations of inner disciples, which is a rare experience.

"You are polite to the Immortal. We have been deeply grateful to the Heavenly Lord and have been able to take charge of the underworld. We have no choice but to repay you."

Seeing that Yang Zitao was young but in his words, he respected him and his superiors, the judges couldn't help but smile and were humble.

After several conversations between the two sides, the judges invited the Taoist envoy to the banquet.

This kind of relationship is normal, even the underworld is inevitable, Yang Zitao nodded and agreed.

The banquet was not held in the government office. With the orders of the judges, the ghost messengers immediately set up tables and benches outside the city gate, and strands of yin air floated across the table. In an instant, a rich dish appeared on the arranged dining table.

A judge hurriedly invited Yang Zitao to attend: "The Supreme Immortal. This is a dish made of Yin-Cei grass grown in the gap between the Yin and Yang realms. It can be eaten by living people and ghosts. Please also enjoy it."

Yang Zitao became the first seat, and then the judge lined up in a row, and the bull-headed and horse-faced faces were not served, but the immortals also had seats.

This was the first time Yang Zitao saw the dishes in the underworld, and couldn't help but be surprised. Then he stretched out his chopsticks to pick up a piece of meat back in the pot and put them in his mouth to taste them carefully.

After this pot meat was put in the mouth, Yang Zitao could not taste that the pot meat was made of the Yin Cake, which was completely different from the double pot meat fried by his mother in the Yang world.

But when it enters the throat, it turns into a cool air and goes down, and the soul feels a little moisturizing.

"This made this messenger feel a little magical. What is the Yin Juhua grass? Can the judge take it to see it?"

Yang Zitao was really shocked by the pot of meat this time, and then took several dishes to eat. They were all the same as the fried ones made by his mother in memory.

After listening to the command of the immortal, a judge took something out of his sleeve. Yang Zitao looked at it and saw a small grass. What kind of dish appeared in his mind, it changed into that kind of dish. It was extremely magical.

Another judge smiled and introduced: "The Supreme Immortal, this thing is the corresponding memory. If it is a delicacy that has been eaten, it will feel the taste. If it has not been eaten, it will be like chewing dry wax. This thing can strengthen the soul, but it can't fill the stomach. It's just a taste."

Yang Zitao tried it, and it turned out that some foods he had never eaten had changed. After taking a bite, it tasted completely like chewing white wax. He couldn't help but sigh that this thing was wonderful.

After thirty years of drinking, Yang Zitao stood up and saw the immortal standing up. The other senior officials of the underworld also stood up.

Yang Zitao smiled and said, "Thank you all for your kindness. I have official duties and can't stay for a long time. Goodbye!"

After the words came, Yang Zitao waved his hand, but called more than ten ghosts around him. After checking them one by one, golden clouds emerged under his feet, and they flew towards the sky with the ghosts.

After a few breaths, the golden clouds disappeared, but left the underworld and appeared at the height of the sun.

Before leaving the underworld, Yang Zitao sacrificed a spiritual bell, brushed it with golden light, but protected the ghosts inside.

Therefore, when it appears at a high altitude in the sun, even during the day, the sun's true essence will be bounced away by the golden light, and the ghosts will not be hurt at all.

Looking at the earth below, the ghosts burst into tears. They thought they would never see the scenery of the sun again, but they didn't expect to see it again soon. When they were excited, there was nothing strange about tears.

The golden clouds penetrated straight into the sky and disappeared again in a blink of an eye.

The ghosts felt extremely novel. With the golden clouds, they came to an endless mist.

Is this the sky here? The ghosts were curious, but they dared not make any noise.

The immortal took out a portrait at this time, with a lifelike Taoist priest painted on it, surrounded by three green auras. The immortal bowed to the portrait three times and said, "Please invite the Heavenly Lord!"

After the words came, the portrait emitted a green light, wrapped the golden clouds, and then separated the chaotic aura and flew towards the Taoist court.

Seeing the curious gazes of the ghosts, Yang Zitao immediately smiled and said, "This is the chaotic energy, extremely heavy, crushing all things, and everything will not be broken."

After saying these words, Yang Zitao took out an empty medicine bottle and threw it into the chaos.

When the ghosts saw the empty medicine bottle flying into the so-called chaotic aura, they were crushed by the harmless mist in a blink of an eye, and instantly dissipated without a trace.

Seeing this scene, the ghosts were so scared that they all stuck out their tongues. As expected, the Supreme Immortal did not deceive himself.

Yang Zitao popularized this knowledge to them because he was worried that they would not know the importance of it. If a ghost was curious, ran out and reached out to touch the fog, wouldn’t his mission fail?

The green light wraps, separates the chaos.

Afar, a piece of land wrapped in black and white energy appeared in the eyes of the ghosts. It was surrounded by green air, green trees were formed, flowers were blooming, and various pavilions were standing.

From a distance, it looks like a fairy mansion.

Finally, the golden clouds fell on the land, and the green light dissipated. Yang Zitao put away the portrait, and the three green auras inside were only slightly weakened.

If only the green light is emitted, the green energy will not be consumed directly, but you can use it several times more.

Yang Zitao walked forward with these ghosts, and while walking, he introduced them to them.

"This is Linyun Pavilion, this is Tenglong Pavilion, this is Taihua Lake."

Looking at the beautiful scenery in front of them, the ghosts were excited. Will they live in such a fairyland in the future?

At this time, as the land continued to expand, Yang Chenyu had already transferred two stars to shine on this land.

Therefore, the more the power of the starlight in the Taoist courtyard is, the more intense it becomes.

The ghosts felt the cold starlight power, but their bodies were filled with warmth, and even their souls became stronger.
Chapter completed!