Prehistoric: God-level choice, take Zhao Gongming at the beginning

Chapter 450: Fighting against the Ten Palaces of Yama and Fengdu
Taoist Mosquito opened his mouth and directly told Hou Tu his inner plan. After Hou Tu listened, he smiled slightly.

"Making a fuss in the underworld? It's interesting, so I'll do as you say."

Time flies, and some time passes in the blink of an eye.

On this day, while Sun Wukong was sleeping, his soul suddenly left his body and flew towards the underworld uncontrollably.

After entering the Netherworld, Sun Wukong suddenly woke up.

He looked at the strange world in front of him with confusion.

"My old grandson was obviously sleeping, so how could he suddenly come to this underworld?"

Sun Wukong is also very clear about the origin and role of the Netherworld.

The Netherworld was created by Empress Houtu, a saint of great mercy and compassion.

There is Emperor Fengdu, there are ten palaces of Yama, and there are millions of ghosts. It is a world of the dead.

All creatures in the three realms must report here after their death.

Of course, except Daluo Jinxian and monks above Daluo Jinxian.

Daluo Jinxian, who comprehends the power of the law, cultivates the eternal Taoist fruit, transcends the three realms, and is not among the five elements.

Naturally, the Netherworld is not qualified to govern those with such great supernatural powers. However, as long as the monks who have not reached the level of Daluo Jinxian, they are all under the jurisdiction of the Netherworld.

Although Sun Wukong has not yet cultivated into the Daluo Golden Immortal, he has also perfected the Five Qi Chaoyuan, and has cultivated into a Golden Immortal with an immortal golden spirit, and his lifespan is almost endless.

And there is no catastrophe of wind, fire and thunder falling at this time, so why would such a good person come to this underworld? It's totally against common sense.

I'm afraid that behind the scenes, it's the same force behind the old white monkey in Huaguoshan that is causing trouble again, that is
Sun Wukong's eyes were vaguely looking towards the west. On the Nameless Immortal Island, he didn't do much business, but he really read a lot of books.

A glimpse of a corner reveals the whole picture, but the true meaning cannot be explained to outsiders.

Anyway, Sun Wukong has a very clear understanding of himself.

Anyway, with my current abilities, I can't compete with the underworld.

Sun Wukong turned around and was about to return to Huaguo Mountain along the original route.

Suddenly, a group of demons, monsters, and ferocious ghosts appeared and surrounded Sun Wukong.

On the thirty-third day, in the Land of Ultimate Bliss, next to the Eight Treasures Merit Pool, Zhunti raised the corners of his mouth slightly.

Look carefully at the picture projected from the Netherworld.

After causing havoc in the underworld, the Great Tribulation of the Westward Journey was officially on the right track, and his great success in the West was just around the corner.

Although there was some blood involved in this trip to the underworld, as long as we can get things done, it doesn't matter.

In the underworld, behind the gate of hell, countless ferocious evil spirits surrounded Sun Wukong, with ferocious and murderous faces on their faces, slowly approaching Sun Wukong.

At this time, the tribulation energy of heaven and earth climbed to a peak, and an indescribable breath of heaven suddenly fell from the sky and sank into Sun Wukong's body.

In an instant, negative emotions expanded without limit.

Sun Wukong's face showed great coldness, calculating, calculating, calculating again.

Sun Wukong just wants to live forever on the Flower and Fruit Mountain, but why does this plan seem to have no end!
"boom!"

In Sun Wukong's heart, there was a fierce burst of unknown anger, golden armor with chains, purple gold crown with phoenix wings, lotus root silk steps on the clouds, and a wishful golden hoop appeared in front of him instantly.

As soon as the thought came to mind, it was draped on the body, and an infinite fighting spirit burst out violently with the anger that had been suppressed in the heart for countless years.

"boom!"

A wave of air that almost turned into substance rushed violently in all directions. Wherever it passes, no matter how ferocious the ghost is, it makes a shrill roar, and then is annihilated into ashes.

Then, with a fierce sweep of the golden cudgel, the hundreds of ghosts surrounding Sun Wukong turned into smoke.

In the dark world of the underworld, Emperor Fengdu, the mosquito Taoist, sighed in admiration.

What a fierce monkey, he is indeed the destiny destined to be a calamity, a talent cultivated by his master!
After the death gate, Sun Wukong killed many evil ghosts and demons. Instead of dissipating, the anger in his heart became even more intense!
He grasped the Ruyi Golden Cudgel in his hand and killed directly into the Netherworld.

Along the way, Taoist Mosquitoes naturally made arrangements. Countless ferocious ghosts flew out and were killed by Sun Wukong one by one. Wherever he passed, there was no enemy and all their souls were scattered.

These fierce ghosts are all evil ghosts who have caused countless murders during their lives.

Even if they don't fall into the hands of Sun Wukong, what awaits them is the most severe and terrifying punishment in the underworld.

And dying at the hands of Sun Wukong saved them from this suffering. Speaking of which, it was an advantage for them.

Under the general trend of heaven, Sun Wukong vented his dissatisfaction, and the anger accumulated over countless years was dissipated one by one.

When Taoist Mosquito felt that it was almost the same, he ordered Yama of the Tenth Palace to show up and snipe at Sun Wukong.

"boom!"

In a corner of the Netherworld, in front of the Senluo Palace, black air filled the air, causing ripples in the space.

Then several black lights flashed fiercely, and ten figures suddenly appeared.

The leader is one of the ten Yamas, the Wheel-turning King, and the other Yamas are accompanying the Wheel-turning King.

The Yamas have fierce looks, and the aura of each of them is at the peak of the Golden Immortal. The aura of the Wheel-Winning King is the most terrifying, that of the Taiyi Golden Immortal.

"You monkey head, you dare to cause trouble in our Netherworld because of your bravery. Do you really think that there is no one left in our Netherworld?"

The King of Chakravartin was high above, and slowly opened his mouth. The sound of the Tao was lingering in his ears, making a huge roar in his ears like a river and a bell, instantly awakening Sun Wukong.

Sun Wukong was shaken all over, and the scarlet in his eyes dissipated like a tide, becoming clear.

"Ten Halls of Yama!"

Sun Wukong looked at the dozen or so figures in front of him in shock, with a trace of recollection flashing in his eyes.

Gradually I remembered what I had done before.

He came to the underworld without any explanation, made a big fuss in the underworld, killed countless ghosts, and even almost broke into the Senluo Palace.
There was a lot of fear on Sun Wukong's face, but the Yamas could barely deal with it.

But further ahead is the Senluo Hall, the dojo of Emperor Fengdu.

With his strength, he had no chance of winning against Emperor Fengdu.

While Sun Wukong was in a daze, the superior voice of the Wheel King sounded again.

"You monkey have already committed a serious crime, so you should be arrested as soon as possible."

After saying this, King Chakravartin waved his hand violently, and all ten Yamas flew out and besieged Sun Wukong.

Sun Wukong was not afraid at all, and quickly grabbed the Ruyi Golden Cudgel and rushed forward to fight.

Sun Wukong has the physique of a god of war. Even if one fights against ten, he doesn't seem to be at a disadvantage.

No matter how exquisitely the cooperation of Yama from the Tenth Palace was, it was completely ineffective in front of Sun Wukong's watertight defense.

In the blink of an eye, the two sides fought fiercely for hundreds of rounds, with all kinds of magical powers and magic being displayed, and bursts of Tao Yun were overwhelming. Instead of falling at a disadvantage, Sun Wukong gradually gained the upper hand as time went by.

At this time, the Senluo Palace not far in front of them began to shake violently.

The two magic treasures of the Book of Life and Death and the Judge's Pen flew out from it. The black light tightly wrapped the two magic treasures, exuding great majesty!
(End of this chapter)