The underworld is very big. There is no thousand or eight hundred in a giant city like Fengdu City. The truth about it exists is the same as Fengdu City. Dead people from all over the world will take the lead in entering such a giant city, slowly pass the new ghost period, and become a qualified ghost citizen.

According to Yan Zhibei's words, the things that can be connected to the underworld are not just statues, but sometimes they are a road, a river, a mountain, a stone pavilion, a stone, etc.

But even so, there are only a few living people who can bring their bodies to the underworld. Those who can survive in the underworld and return to the human world will basically achieve great things. After all, this is a kind of adventure.

In such a large underworld, the highest management is the ancestors in the Hall of Reincarnation, including the King of Ghost in Fengdu. Although he is the King of Ghost in Fengdu City, there are many old ghosts who are stronger than him. The practice of these old ghosts may be as high as three thousand years or five thousand years, not to mention that the management in the Hall of Reincarnation is basically ten thousand years old ghosts, and their strength is a huge step higher than that of the thousand-year-old ghosts!

In the Mingquan area, Ning Qi and Yan Zhibei walked on a path. This path is a shortcut to the Hall of Reincarnation, but at the same time, it is also the most dangerous road in the underworld.

"When you climb two more mountains, you will have a thousand-year-old ghost, whose strength is not inferior to that of the King of Ghosts in Fengdu."

Yan Zhibei Road.

He felt a little strange in his heart. Ning Qi's request was something he had never heard of. Normal living people would deliberately avoid the caves of these old ghosts, but Ning Qi asked him to lead the way and visit these old ghosts specifically. He said that it was a visit, but in fact it was a killer with one sword, just like a scavenger. Along the way, there were no less than five thousand-year-old ghosts who died in Ning Qi's hands!

This is actually very normal, but what he strangely is that the group of old ghosts killed by Ning Qi have all disappeared, and there is not even a trace of soul power left. Yan Zhibei was heartbroken when he watched these extremely powerful soul power dissipate like this! But he didn't dare to say anything, and could only secretly guess Ning Qi's purpose in his heart.

It’s neither good, so why do you have to kill these old ghosts?

Yan Zhibei even suspected that Ning Qi might have had a grudge with an old ghost in the underworld, but now he is killing him when he sees a ghost!

"What are you waiting for?"

Ning Qi's mouth raised slightly and quickly ran towards the direction Yan Zhibei pointed.

Yan Zhibei could only follow him helplessly, not that he had thought of finding an opportunity to escape, but he was afraid of Ning Qi's magical swordsmanship and he never dared to make up his mind, even when Ning Qi turned his back to him.

"The merit value is more than 10,000. If you want to get more than 80,000 and get 100,000, you can exchange it for the Mohist mechanism, hehehe..."

Ning Qi ran wildly and calculated in his mind that since the realm reached a level, the benefits the system brought him were very single and limited. However, this time, the system gave him another surprise. The Mohist mechanism has a great possibility, and he has the knowledge to repair the puppet. If it can restore it to its peak period, it will be a Taiyi level combat power!

Even if he cannot reach the peak, he is still a great perfection of Xuanxian. Such a subordinate of Pingbaiduo is very effective for Ning Qi!

He was very distressed before, where to find the 100,000 merit value? Now this underworld is simply Ning Qi’s blessed land!

One hour later.

Ning Qi and Yan Zhibei crossed two mountains and could see an extremely magnificent cave not far away. Just like the rich man on earth, the houses were densely packed, covering almost the entire mountain. I don’t know what a happy event was today, but there was a very lively place.

"The Ghost King welcomes the bride?"

A hint of surprise flashed in Yan Zhibei's eyes.

Ning Qi followed his gaze and found that at the end of another road, a very long team appeared. In the middle of the team, there was a big hero who was being carried by eighteen sedan chairmen.

"In this way, this Ghost King will have many guests today? It should also be that there is a fairly powerful presence, right?"

Ning Qi's eyes lit up.

"This... should be like this..."

Yan Zhibei nodded hesitantly and thought to himself, could he plan to come to the door on the day of the other party's wedding? Wouldn't he besieged by all the ghosts? Even if Ning Qi dealt with it, it is hard to guarantee that he would not be torn to pieces!

"Hehe~"

A cold laugh sounded behind the two of them. Yan Zhibei's back felt cold. He turned around and saw a guy who was two feet tall, with a human body on the upper body and a snake body on the lower body, was looking at the two of them greedily.

The evil ghost is two feet tall, and the snake's body is unknown, most of it is in the dense forest behind it.

Ning Qi turned around calmly and looked at the other person with a smile in his eyes. He had already smelled the other person's scent, but he deliberately pretended not to notice it.

Yan Zhibei looked solemn, and the aura on the other party was stronger than that of the King of Fengdu Ghosts. He was probably an old ghost for two or three thousand years!

"Living people! I haven't eaten a living person for a long time. Those disciples of the sect are in groups and don't give me any chance. I didn't expect that I could meet you two delicious guys when I came to drink Ximen Jing's water and wine today. It's really not a waste of time!"

The evil ghost laughed and said, as if the laughter would echo around, and there were constant echoes coming, which seemed very cold.

Whoosh!

The sword technique of destroying love is the first sword.

"Ding! Congratulations to the host for obtaining 1,000 merit points."

"The Xuanxian also has a difference between strength and weakness. This person is so much stronger than the King of Ghosts in Fengdu, so he doesn't give him any more merits?"

Ning Qi complained in his heart, but he was satisfied. This was another thousand meritorious points, and he was getting closer and closer to the goal of 100,000 meritorious points.

Yan Zhibei finally couldn't help but suck, but the evil ghost's body was still dissipating, and Yan Zhibei's hair could not even suck one.

"Senior, such a ghost king with a very old experience is really a great tonic for us. Why do you kill him like this? It would be better to beat him half to death and to nourish yourself."

Yan Zhibei smiled bitterly.

"I'm different from you."

Ning Qi glanced at Yan Zhibei lightly, then walked towards the ghost king's mansion. Although Yan Zhibei was reluctant, he could only follow him like this!

...

"The Ghost King of Beimang Mountain is here!"

"The Ghost King of Zuoqiu Mountain is here!"

"The Ghost King of Yin Bone Groove is here!"

At the door of the Ghost King's mansion where the wedding ceremony was held, there was an old man who seemed to be no different from a living person. He was smiling and greeting the Ghost Kings who came to congratulate him one by one. As for those century-old ghosts, they did not have such treatment. They basically reported the record and entered the mansion.
Chapter completed!