you will see the lotus platform. If the honored god doesn't like you, why would they repeatedly come to your aid"I think the respect you get is because of your face, and also because of [small ancest...That faint glimmer in Bai Wu Chang's hand gradually transformed, a blurry figure floating in mid-air.

A-Yue's figure materialized, but it was so weak and ethereal, like something that could be blown away at any moment.

“Many thanks for Seven Lords’ rescue.” Ah Yue bowed to Bai Wu Chang.

She turned to look at me, bowed slightly and said, “My lady, I was on a mission before and may have offended you…”

Since everyone else said so, I couldn't hold a grudge too much. I nodded at her and said, "I didn't know your identity before... well... that... you worked hard..."

She smiled and shook her head, "I've played the villain for too long, my words and actions have become hard to change..."

She spoke, turning to look at Jiang Qiyun.

Jiang Qiyun only gave her his back, cold and distant.

He doesn't hang in the air like Rahu, needing you to look up.

But his back carried a distance that was hard to reach. This aloofness didn't know whether it was coldness, or compassion.

I can't stand to watch this anymore, I want to shout out Jiang Qiyun's name, at least give his subordinates who "sacrificed" themselves a word of affirmation, a word of comfort

Bai Wu Chang stood beside me and quietly raised a finger, making a "shh" gesture.

"Little Empress, don't measure celestial beings and ghosts by human standards, yo~," he said softly. "The path of liberation without attachment is the most effortless way to reincarnate."

What do you mean "no strings attached"

People work so hard for so many years, isn't it just for a word of affirmation and praise Or... perhaps, just to receive his words, a single glance from him.

Ah Yue seemed to want to say something, but the current situation wasn't a good time to speak.

Ji Dou's face was full of a mocking smile, he glanced at Jiang Qiyun and then at me with a playful glint in his eyes.

That's so embarrassing... Look at me act like this... I'm not a jealous person.

Admiration and affection are sometimes intertwined. A Yue has persisted as a spy for so many years, could it be solely because of the recommendation from the judge

How many people secretly admire the Northern Di Jun, yet can only think about it in secret Even the little imps look up to the Di Jun with admiration when they hear his name.

"Your subordinates are waiting for you to speak, Imperial Lord," said Ji Du, fearing that the world would not be in chaos.

Jiang Qiyun didn't look back, and said faintly, "A Yue... go."

The Soul Summoning Banner flickered with faint lights, like dandelion seeds fluttering in the wind.

It's just that the surroundings are too gloomy and lack any aesthetic appeal.

When Yue heard Jiang Qiyun's calm voice calling her name, calmly telling her "Go."

She bowed deeply to Jiang Qiyundun, her voice trembling slightly, but still maintaining a cold and imposing "coolness": "Yes, my subordinate is fortunate to have fulfilled your order. Thank you, Your Majesty, for your mercy in summoning my soul."

"Hmm." Jiang Qiyun gave a cold nasal sound.

Ayue's form wobbled, the auras of Jie Du Luohou, Bai Wu Chang, and Jiang Qiyun were so powerful that she couldn't "walk". She had no choice but to revert back to her weak point of light, sinking into the enormous summoning banner.

Within a hundred miles of this place, all the ghosts had been sent away by Jiang Qiyun. The gloomy winds dissipated, leaving only this vengeful entity before us.

Jiang Qiyun's silver chain was nearly strangling the old king, a gurgling sound coming from his throat as he struggled in vain.

He was angry.

After sending Ah Yue's wisp of soul to the underworld, the Soul Summoning Banner shattered into tiny sparks of light and gradually disappeared.

"Old Wang, the dream's over," Jiang Qiyun said, his voice laced with an unnoticeable coldness.

He held a hand in his sleeve, muttering incantations. The tiles on the top of the great hall began to tremble ominously.

A deafening roar echoed from above, it was the divine beast, the nine-headed lion, beside the deity Taiyi.

Legend has it that his roar can directly open the Blood Pool Hell Gate—the darkest black city in the deepest part of Yin Mountain.

All the pavilions, towers and eaves within the city were jet black, surrounding a vast pool of blood.

The ground beneath Old King's feet began to darken, as if a bottomless pit were sucking it in.

Ji Du suddenly raised his hand and swung his sword. Old Wang Ye's body was instantly pierced with many holes, and blood gurgled out.

Luo Hu cursed, "If you're going to do it, just shatter it completely. What's the point of making so many bloody holes Don't you think this thing is disgusting enough already"

"I won't give him a quick death! I want him to die slowly!" Ji Du cursed angrily: "That old bastard is so audacious, he even dared to scheme against the Star Lord! He even dared to let that little demon corrode his divine intellect!"

"That's because your cultivation is not refined enough." Rahula coldly snorted, and was glared at fiercely by Ji Du.

Jiang Qiyun said coldly, "… You, with your altered form, should spend your time in the Blood Pool Hell, being worn down until you become a puddle of minced meat. I will personally ensure that you vanish without a trace… Ji Dou, if you want revenge, do it properly. Sever his limbs and joints."

"You're such a bossy one!," Ji Du pouted. "Don't want to dirty your sword yourself, so you command me instead!"

Since your sword is already dirty, why not just settle it once and for all Go back and clean it properly.

I glanced at Ji Du. He reluctantly took the old king's bones and whittled them into a human stick, watching as those quivering limbs were sucked into the blood-soaked hell.

Old Wang trembled with the urge to bellow, but only a few mouthfuls of black blood emerged from his throat.

My brother's tactical flashlight finally came in handy. I followed him into the tunnel.

This passage is not long, but it has several branching paths, which may lead to side halls.

"It seems like during the war, this place used to hide members of the Revolution Party, and many old places have secret passages like this." My brother said.

"How do you know" I asked curiously.

"Look, there's an engraved stele of merit over there. I happened to see it with my fire eyes." My brother chuckled and pointed.

“...Your eyes would be a shame to waste on anything other than being a pilot.”

"How's the pilot doing, how much do I make compared to him How many days a month do I get to go home, how am I supposed to take care of the family" My brother kept whistling and walked on.

With Jiang Qiyun at his side, the brother-in-law fearlessly faced any challenge.

We quickly pried open a wooden plank, revealing a well. This well was clearly built as a decoy for the secret passage; inside, a rope ladder was hidden.

After struggling to get out, Sister Wu rushed to the old monk's room and kicked open the door. Inside, a pungent smell of incense smoke filled the air.

She shouted, "You old bastard, you smelly bald donkey, are you dead Say something!"

Inside there was no sound. My brother raised his hand and shattered the glass on the wooden window, then tore through the paper covering it and pried open the window to let out the smoke.

These pungent incense smells had mostly dissipated before we dared to step inside.

The old monk lay slumped on the simple bed, my brother went over and touched him: "He's still alive, call an ambulance quickly!"

"Mu Xiaoqiao." Jiang Qiyun stood outside the door, frowning and calling me.

I rushed to his side: "What's wrong..."

"This is incense for dispelling demons, it contains cinnabar. Cinnabar enters the heart meridian, if the concentration is too high it will harm your body, stay far away!" His gaze fell on my stomach: "You forgot to protect your stomach again, didn't you!"

Um...aren't you a little too tense, Your Majesty...ing. Its scales are covered in bumps and lumps, writhing as it coils itself up in this tiny space. I'm squeezed against a table, pressed tight against the wall.I'm about to be sick. This cramped, dila...