The First Sword of the Earth

Chapter 374 Yan Luo Palace Reveals! 【Four more】

"Group leader Qin, you have done nothing at this time. Do you really think that we old bones can't walk anymore and can be deceived at will?"

In the bedroom where the curtains were drawn, the figure lying on the bed suddenly opened his eyes and sat up after hearing the sound.

In the dark corner of the wall, a figure slowly emerged; it was just a phantom, like a ghost, with a strange breath. After saying this, there were still a few jittery laughs.

Qin Yishen wore dark blue pajamas a little awake, his face suddenly gloomy, and a ray of sunlight fell on his side face in the gap between the curtains, which made his complexion look even more frightening.

"First, I have my own measures;

Second, I am not your vassal, you and I just cooperate with each other.

Third, you shouldn't come here. You shouldn't contact me unless I take the initiative to contact you... This is the rule we set before! "

"Rules? Tsk," the phantom in the corner sneered, and raised his head slightly, revealing a little gray beard. "Now that Team Leader Qin has a big frame, he thinks, can you put these old things in our eyes? Right? NS?

You have to know, if I want to kill you, I can pinch you to death here only with this strand of incarnation. "

Qin Yishen slowly closed his eyes, calmed his anger, and said indifferently: "The things I promised you will naturally not be forgotten. You only need to wait for a while."

"Wait? You asked us to wait before, saying that those barbarians can put a lot of pressure on the monastic world, so that you can let the current court invite us out."

There was a slight grin at the corner of this figure's mouth, "Now you say let's wait again, do you really think we are trapped in the mountains and can't hear things outside the window?

Now those barbarian evil repairs have been repaired by the sword named Wang Feiyu!

If there is no pressure outside, when do you want us to wait? "

"Soon," Qin Yishen looked helpless, "I can reply to you directly, very soon.

The foreign cultivators are vulnerable to a single blow. This is beyond my expectation. Even I was ready at the time. If Wang Sheng died there and the main force of the Taoist school was calculated by the other party, then you can get out of the trap...

But you don't have to worry, now I have prepared the overall plan, and I will notify you to take action at a critical moment.

What I promised you will definitely be done; but I also hope that what you promised me will be implemented perfectly in the future. "

"Oh, naturally," the phantom sneered, slowly drifting, slowly spinning around Qin Yishen's body, "I will give you three more years, the last three years.

Qin Yishen, all we care about is the face. Back then, the contemporary celestial master of Longhushan placed the ban on us. I want this contemporary celestial master to lift the ban for us personally! Let today's monastic world kneel down in front of us, and respectfully call the Patriarch!

Do you think we can't get rid of such a predicament now? Oh, it's not impossible, just don't want to.

You can rest assured that we have no interest in world affairs, as long as we help us get out of trouble, your so-called ideals, blueprints you have drawn, and your steady career path have nothing to do with us. "

Da da da……

Suddenly the sound of high-heeled shoes and the floor knocking came from outside the door, Qin Yishen immediately turned over and stood by the bed, and the phantom quickly disappeared into the corner, leaving only a sound:

"Three years, you only have the last three years."

Ka, the door lock was unscrewed, the young girl wearing a cheongsam and walking in with a file bag couldn't help but stunned.

"Group leader, are you awake?"

Standing there, Qin Yishen closed his eyes, slowly breathed a sigh of relief, and sat down slowly, wiping his face with both hands.

He beckoned to the door, the girl knowingly closed the door, swaying the thin willow waist, and slowly walked in.

"Jiuqian, what time is it now."

"It's already two o'clock in the afternoon, and you have just rested for four hours..."

The young, beautiful and youthful woman smiled charmingly at this man who was actually regarded as an uncle, and threw the paper bag in her hand onto the bed. "Group leader, do you need me to help you relax?"

Qin Yishen nodded, did not reject the kindness of his subordinates, he really needed to relax...

Half a minute later, the man's muffled noise continued to be heard in the room;

In the room, Qin Yishen was lying on the carpet, and the young female secretary kept lightly stepping on his waist and back.

"His—it hurts, it hurts! You slow down, Jiuqian! Your waist is about to break!"

"Team leader, the investigation team is going to start the live broadcast of Xiaodifu, and it is said that the non-yudu leader and the non-yu fairy will be the interim judge. What should we do?"

"Just look at it, don't worry about these things, are the materials I want ready?"

"It's all in this file bag," Zhang Jiuqian stepped up rhythmically, "But the group leader, the Sect Master of the Di Yinzong is very slippery. If we focus on him, we may not get any results."

A sneer at the corner of Qin Yishen's mouth flashed, and he continued to speak slowly: "Shen Sui'an is a businessman, as long as there are enough benefits, he will find it by himself.

The Hidden Hidden Sect is a more critical part of the plan. If we cannot win the support of the Hidden Hidden Sect master, the difficulty will increase three to five times if we want to promote change...

Jiuqian, step on there. "

"where?"

"That's it, where I often step on...Yes! Hey! Whoops!"

For a while, with the man's scream, the scene in the room became more and more chaotic.

...

In the small palace, over the eighteen layers of hell, in front of the fifth hall of the ten halls of Yama, more than a hundred figures are walking in the air.

Wang Sheng also felt a lot of emotion when he revisited the old place, but this time he was not here for sightseeing, and there was no urgent situation to deal with. The small mansion has become more stable in recent years.

The Immortal Meng Po sat in the Samsara Hall and did not care much about it, but the opening and closing of the ‘organs’ in the Xiaodifu were all within her thoughts.

It's like this majestic Yan Luo Temple. Although the temple is empty, all the restrictions outside the temple are gone, allowing the monks to enter by themselves.

At this time, most of the people in this place were from the Diyin Sect; they temporarily acted as ghost messengers, temporarily acting as officials of the Yin Department of the prefecture, and tried to judge ghosts and souls.

In addition to the people of the Di Yin Sect, there are also thirty or forty elders, heads, and disciples sent by the Taoist family to observe the ceremony.

A film crew composed of instructors from the combat readiness team, with a total of eleven or two people.

Elder Sister Xi Lian was afraid that the Yin Qi of the Little Mansion would affect her magic roots, so she took the initiative to stay at home; Wang Xiaomiao also resumed her usual rhythm of learning and practice, and Xi Lian took care of her at home.

Looking at Wang Sheng at this time, wearing a blue robes, his face is proud of the spring breeze.

Let’s look at today’s protagonist sister again, wearing a plain white dress, a purple-gold cloak on her shoulders, a little pink and red lips, and she has a lot of majesty in her eyes.

The chief director of this live broadcast was Qing Yanzi, and the technical consultant was Shen Suian. At this time, the two of them checked the process again. After confirming that they were correct, Qing Yanzi stood in front of the hall and shouted:

"Fairy Huaqing enters the hall!"

Mu Wanxuan leaned slightly towards the master, and then moved forward, the back of the cloak dragged away in the clouds, and stepped into the hall.

Originally, Wang Sheng was just standing by and staring at his beautiful senior sister, but Qing Yanzi secretly reprimanded after seeing this:

"Don't keep up! Do you want to call "Fairy Huaqing's Assistant" to enter the arena again for the teacher?!"

Wang Daochang smiled sadly, holding the sheathed inanimate sword in his hand, stepping behind the senior sister, and looking down at the road decently.

Entering the hall, I can see the lights of the gods everywhere in the hall, as if I can hear a loud laughter echoing in my ears;

The terrifying laughter of the ghost chase, the yelling of the big ghost and the little ghost, and the majestic low roar of the Yama King, seemed to come from thousands of years.

Mu Wanxuan was unaffected, walked straight forward to the middle of the hall, carrying her skirt up the stairs.

Wang Sheng settled down for a while, knowing that the hall itself had aura, he lowered his head to follow, and when the senior sister took a seat in the main seat, he also stood by.

It seemed that he was aware of the identity of Wang Sheng's "Little Boy Holding a Sword", and those disturbing ghosts and wolves suddenly disappeared.

Qing Yanzi shouted again in front of the temple:

"After the immortal of the underground palace, the servant of the Yamen of Yinsi, enter the hall!"

Diyin Zongmen who had practiced several times a long time ago agreed in unison, and then uttered a burst of'wheezing' and'drinking' in their mouths, each of them widened their big eyes and cracked their mouths, all of which were fierce and evil; or Holding the knife across the waist, or holding up the dark wooden stick with both hands, lined up in two lines and filed in.

After entering the hall, these Di Yin Zongmen knelt down at the same time and bowed to Mu Wanxuan on the high seat.

"Free gift."

Senior Sister Wanxing broke through her self a long time ago, from jumping out one by one, to now speaking two words and two words to the outside world. Otherwise, at this time, she can only let Wang Sheng squeeze his throat and shout, "Flat body". 'NS……

Qing Yanzi shouted again: "Today Fairy Huaqing is taking the position of Yan Jun, where is the judge's pen?!"

Lights flickered everywhere in the Yan Luo Temple, and wisps of golden light accompanied by gray air slowly rotated above the Yan Luo Temple. A giant pen more than one meter long quickly condensed and slowly fell in front of Mu Wanxuan.

Mu Wanxuan stretched out her small hand, and the judge's pen suddenly shrank to a size suitable for her to take.

At that moment, Wang Sheng seemed to see strands of flowing runes here, which seemed to be formations, but not formations.

On thinking about it, that should be the word ‘rule’.

Although this place is only a small underworld, there are still rules for the operation of the small underworld.

The steps that Master and Uncle Shen arranged ~www.readwn.com~ are like the most common scenes in the underworld back then, and they also cut into the rules of this place.

If you want to resist this rule, you will inevitably be suppressed by the power of the small underworld...

The idea that Monk Huaijing came up with was really unintentional.

"The judge has returned, and the judge's pen has come!"

Qing Yanzi shouted again in the old tune outside: "Five ghosts, don't come quickly to **** the criminals!"

"Here!"

The four Di Yin Zongmen shouted and walked outside the hall with knives.

The Taoist leaders waiting outside the hall each took out a few jade bottles, and the souls of those evil cultivators from abroad were in the bottles. The four Di Yin Zongmen each took only one jade bottle and turned into the hall.

The seven or eight fixed camera positions in the hall have already started shooting...

(End of this chapter)