Chapter 1 People are always most familiar with the path they are used to taking

People are always most familiar with the path they are used to taking.

They instinctively harbor a sense of rejection and resistance to unfamiliar roads,

as well as,

a deep sense of incomprehension.

Just like King Chujiang at this moment,

in his vision,

the moon,

was growing bigger and bigger…

For more than a year, the other Yama kings in Hell had privately made fun of King Songjiang with their retainers.

After all, King Songjiang’s city has not been completely repaired yet.

Although the Dharma bodies of most Yama kings were destroyed in the turmoil a year and a half ago, everyone's old homes were basically the same. Losing face together wasn't losing face at all; the one who was independent and special was the most embarrassed.

However, the wheel of fortune turns, and this time, it was his turn.

He couldn't understand what Ying Gou was doing.

He knew that Ying Gou was hiding in a place, secretly recovering,

but since it was recovery,

why did he have to pop out at this time?

Spending such a huge price,

just to target himself?

Wouldn't it be better to hide like a rat in a stinking ditch, waiting for the opportunity to make a comeback?

"Boom!"

King Chujiang was smashed down by the moon.

Perhaps,

in the near future,

some legends will circulate in Hell,

such as *King Chujiang's First Intimate Encounter with the Moon,*

or *The Untold Secrets Between Yama and the Moon,*

which can greatly enrich the boring lives of the people of Hell in the future.

But that's in the future.

For all the officials of the Second Hall right now,

at this moment,

they completely lacked the mood to secretly gossip about their superiors, as they had in the past. All they felt was horror, horror, and… horror.

An angry roar came from under the moon.

Even without the assistance of a Dharma body, the power of a Yama king is still unimaginable.

Back then, when the last Emperor disappeared and Hell underwent a great change, the reason why the Ten Yama Kings were able to take power was their own strength, which was the real reliance.

King Chujiang supported himself with both hands, and at the moment before the moon was about to crash into his palace, he forcibly held it up.

Although it wasn't as easy and freehand as Zhou Ze had been when he held up the moon, and one could see his current difficulty, he had still managed to hold on.

The huge moon shadow covered the entire palace, but it had not yet caused any real substantial damage.

Standing above, Zhou Ze looked at this scene with a cold expression.

He could clearly see that on the moon, rays of red light were constantly dissipating and rising all the way.

Obviously, the Blood Moon couldn't wait to return to the sky. Of course, you can't say that the Blood Moon didn't do its best as a club this time.

Because this was the second time, and its size had shrunk by a circle compared to the first time. The effect of this smash would definitely be much worse, and the effect was indeed weaker than when it was used to smash King Songjiang's city back then.

"This king wants to see today, how you leave Hell this time!"

Under the moon,

King Chujiang’s face was extremely gloomy.

Although Ying Gou was a senior from ancient times, he was, after all, the contemporary king. Being targeted and having his door smashed with the moon really meant he was being bullied at his doorstep. How could he possibly swallow this anger?

What about the Yama king's dignity?

This time,

at all costs,

he would completely leave Ying Gou behind!

Zhou Ze still had a calm expression,

and simply said:

"Go up if you want to go up. This body of a mortal is more of a burden than anything else."

King Chujiang, who was holding up the moon, was stunned when he heard this,

while the Blood Moon was overjoyed,

as if it had received a great encouragement.

"Buzz!"

A ray of red light shot straight into the sky,

the Blood Moon ascended,

but the previously huge body of the moon began to melt at this time, turning into extremely terrifying blood-colored magma, pouring down!

Something that exists in a solid form, no matter how big or heavy, can at least be resisted by the Yama king’s own powerful strength.

But now,

the huge moon had turned into magma, directly becoming a liquid-like existence. This change caught King Chujiang off guard. He didn't expect this change to occur. Similarly, the officials below didn't expect the situation to collapse so quickly!

"Rumble… Rumble… Rumble…"

There is no shortage of magma in Hell.

Those dense cracks in the ground, spewing out magma, can almost be regarded as another standard feature of the Hell environment.

But the magma transformed from the Blood Moon's body had an extremely terrifying lethality to souls. Ordinary souls, even if they didn't touch it, could be directly evaporated just by getting close.

For a time,

magma swept through most of the palace,

countless officials of the Second Hall were wailing and crying in the magma.

In the past,

they were the supreme masters of Hell,

and the operation of Yin and Yang was actually completed in their hands,

but today,

they were no different from ordinary people trapped in a burning building in the Yang world.

King Songjiang's city had been smashed by the moon and became a laughing stock of the other halls of Hell. Now, King Chujiang's hall was settled in by the moon, which was even worse.

Zhou Ze stood on the mountaintop,

slowly closing his eyes,

his ears filled with those shrill wails and curses,

but they seemed like the most beautiful notes in the world.

He didn't care about the survival of these officials, it had nothing to do with him.

In his eyes, there was no concept of taking the big picture into consideration, and he was never the type of person to do so.

At this moment,

he seemed to have returned to the days when he sat on the White Bone Throne in the Nether Sea,

with his eyes closed,

listening to the wails of countless souls in the sea water,

a familiar feeling,

a familiar rhythm,

a familiar atmosphere,

a familiar… physical and mental pleasure.

"Are you homesick?"

Zhou Ze frowned slightly.

Just as he was getting into the zone,

that inappropriate voice sounded in his heart again.

He now truly understood how Zhou Xianyu felt when he suddenly spoke during Zhou Xianyu’s daily life.

Really,

he really wanted to strangle him!

"I can feel it, you're homesick."

Boss Zhou continued to babble.

Just like Ying Gou liked to enjoy the feeling of ten thousand ghosts wailing,

he now really liked to pop up like crazy when you least wanted to hear his voice.

Come on,

let's hurt each other!

Ying Gou didn't deny it,

because everyone was the same soul,

otherwise it would be meaningless at all.

You don't even have room to hide.

"If you're homesick, just cry it out. Based on my experience, shedding a few tears can make you feel better."

"............" Ying Gou.

"Or you can kneel down, grab the ground of Hell with both hands, and shout twice: Dad, Mom, your son is back!"

"............" Ying Gou.

"However, I really think you're a bit perverted now. What's so good about this? You actually enjoy it. You're hopeless, hopeless..."

Zhou Ze pursed his lips,

then slowly opened his eyes,

and said:

"Is today… going to be our memorial day?"

"Okay, I didn't say anything just now. You continue, you continue. By the way, that old mountain ginseng, no, that dragon vein, you should save some of it. Do you know how hard we worked to find this dragon vein for you?"

"Can you shut up… you… damn… mutt!"

"Too bad, the idiot doesn't listen to you, hey."

After a little sarcasm, Boss Zhou shut up, because he knew that if he really pushed Ying Gou too hard, Ying Gou might commit suicide in minutes and die together with him!

King Chujiang's body had already rushed up. Behind him, a boundless Infernal Hell was opened, and crazy souls roared out, pouncing towards Zhou Ze who was standing on the mountaintop.

This Infernal Hell imprisoned fierce ghosts who had been subjected to torture for hundreds of years.

Today,

he was releasing the fierce ghosts,

as long as they could bite him to death,

this king would pardon their freedom!

Countless fierce ghosts rushed towards Zhou Ze,

Zhou Ze just stood there,

motionless,

only glancing around.

The fierce ghosts, who had been fierce and fiery before, all subconsciously stopped after getting close. They dared not move forward, because the aura emanating from the man in the center made their scalps tingle.

Well, if they still had scalps.

Just relying on these fierce ghosts would not pose a threat to him, at least, not to the current him.

Zhou Ze was waiting,

waiting for the Yama king in front of him,

to see what other tricks he could play.

King Chujiang didn't like the way Zhou Ze was looking at him at this time,

it was like an old grandfather looking at his grandson, who was still running around naked, reciting ancient poems.

But in fact,

that's how the seniority was.

King Chujiang ignored the screams in his hall below.

The matter had already happened, and it was too late to save it.

What he had to do now,

was the opponent standing on the mountaintop in front of him.

Ancient runes appeared in front of King Chujiang,

and in King Chujiang's eyes, it was as if scarlet lightning was surging.

In the next moment,

buzz!

Lightning shot out, one turned into a hundred, a hundred turned into a thousand, a thousand turned into ten thousand…

In the air,

tens of thousands of fierce ghosts were directly pierced by lightning,

like a spider web directly covering everything,

the fierce ghosts began to melt,

forming a pitch-black curtain,

with a deep despair,

crashing down!

"This is the forbidden technique from the ancient incomplete inheritance that this king obtained. This king spent a hundred years completing it, using ten thousand ghosts as sacrifices to form the *Wanfa Tianluo* (Ten Thousand Laws Heavenly Net), to suppress everything!"

Under the pitch-black sky,

King Chujiang stood proudly,

this forbidden technique,

apart from Yama kings, it was difficult for others to use it, because only Yama kings had so many Infernal Hells imprisoning so many fierce ghosts that they could take out and consume at once.

He was confident that even if this move could not completely kill Ying Gou, it could at least trap him.

When the other Yama kings arrived,

gathering the power of multiple Yama kings,

the overall situation,

would be settled.

For thousands of years, King Chujiang had suppressed countless demons, but the one in front of him was the most terrifying existence he had ever faced!

"I wonder, can this king's forbidden technique enter your eyes?"

The way he asked this,

unconsciously adopted the image of a little kid who had recited the poems well and was acting cute to his grandfather to ask for candy,

but the person involved had not yet realized it.

Looking at the black curtain that had already covered him,

feeling the heavy oppression coming from all around,

he shook his head,

reached out and grabbed the old mountain ginseng,

"Crunch"

he took a bite,

hiss…

his heart twitched again.

Taking a deep breath,

Zhou Ze looked at King Chujiang, who was standing proudly in front of him,

and said:

"This technique… is very good."

"Being able to receive your praise is not in vain for this king spending a hundred years repairing and restoring it."

"The person who created this technique… is indeed a genius."

"This king also believes so. Only a person with extraordinary talent and a vast mind can create such an admirable forbidden technique. This king…"

Suddenly,

King Chujiang's words stopped, and an ominous premonition rose from the bottom of his heart.

Zhou Ze nodded,

and said calmly:

"Thank you."