Chapter 1 The True Underworld Deity

The emergence of a true Underworld deity caused a drastic change in Old Huang's expression. The surrounding younger generation thought some great monster had appeared in the distance, causing such a change in the heavens and earth. Only geniuses like Liu Xiaoqi among the younger generation thought the same thing as Old Huang, and their expressions changed slightly.

"Goodness, what kind of big monster has come out? Old Huang, do you know?"

Shuerhazi was still in a daze, extremely vigilant about this abnormal phenomenon. The Ming army's garrison in the distance had already mobilized, and a large number of soldiers poured into various parts of the city to maintain order, because this sudden change caused panic among some of the newly recruited refugees.

"It's the Japanese gods and demons again! The gods and demons are attacking!"

"Don't panic, no news of a Japanese attack has been received! All refugees are to stay in their assigned tents and huts, do not move around at will, and are not allowed to shout loudly. Those who violate this order will be killed!"

Under the forced control measures, the refugees were stuffed into the dilapidated houses and tents where they were settled. The feudal army had no humanitarianism. The imperial court ordered them to station in Korea and recruit a large number of people to restore the city's vitality so they could develop more land. This became the primary task.

Therefore, protecting the refugees was the same as protecting the upcoming production work.

A Ming army general climbed onto the city wall to check, but found no signs of smoke. Even if Japan really made a comeback, they could not appear in front of this city, located in the Korean heartland, in an instant.

To take a step back, even if some secret method allowed them to enter, what would happen even if they captured the city when surrounded on all sides?

Old Huang and the others also went to the city to watch. At this time, someone shouted, "Here they come, here they come!" Old Huang looked intently and saw that the Underworld deity, who was just in the distance and whose aura could be sensed but whose true face could not be seen, had now appeared outside the city!

"What is that thing?"

General Liu Ting, wearing a suit of iron armor and a beast-faced helmet, stood on the city wall, holding a giant iron knife and watching. He stood like a lump of iron.

Seeing the Underworld deity move forward, he immediately shouted to stop him:

"Take another step forward, and you will be killed!"

At the same time, a divine form manifested on his body, covering his human form. The image of a heavenly god appeared!

Marquis of Heaven! Lord of the Northern Dipper Constellation, governing 12,000 heavenly gods in the heavens, holding the register of human lives, eliminating the three disasters, subduing dragons and winged creatures!

Eleventh rank of the Great Heavenly Department!

From the founding of the Ming Dynasty, the heavens were locked, and ranks above the thirteenth level of the Heavenly Department had to be received by the imperial court in order to firmly suppress the secular cultivation world, so they could not use the power of the heavenly gods to cultivate. The imperial court mastered the method of receiving many high-level divine positions, and at the beginning of the founding of the country, there was a slight sign that it could be transformed into a divine dynasty.

However, it lacked follow-up support. After several changes, the imperial court was no longer able to control the divine generals in various places. Fortunately, the imperial court could also take back the divine positions it granted. However, these divine generals would not be controlled if they did not enter Shuntian, so they all avoided the Ming court. Whenever there was a demand for summons, they all made excuses and refused to go.

Therefore, receiving more divine positions and strengthening the authority of the Forbidden City was one of the things the imperial court had been doing since the Forbidden City's Dharma Realm returned to its place. It was recruiting great demons or powerful warriors everywhere to serve as new divine generals, opening the door to bestowing divine titles, and planned to replace the old batch of divine generals with a new batch.

When the black-clothed scholar saw a celestial god's phantom appear on the dilapidated city wall, he stopped as Liu Ting had ordered.

"I am the heavenly god D荒落 (Dahuangluo), ordered by Heaven to come here, gather the souls of the dead, save all living beings, and quell the resentment of millions of lives."

The black-clothed scholar's voice was compassionate. He stood not far from the city, facing the divine position of the Marquis of Heaven from afar. Then, he cast a divine spell and pointed towards the dilapidated city.

A roar like thunder rose from the ground. Countless wails and ghostly cries rose into the sky in the city. Not only were the refugees frightened and pale, but even the Ming army guards were horrified. Someone cried out in alarm:

"Demons, demons!"

"This guy must be a great demon left behind by the Japanese! He's not a wish-fulfilling demon, he must be the kind of great monster with a true body!"

When the Japanese army fought, in addition to using a large number of wish-fulfilling demons, there were also real great demons participating in the battle, such as the Giant Skeleton and Waterfall Spirit, who were considered first-class great demons in their homeland, but they were not enough in front of the immortals. Ji Xiang killed them all with a wave of his divine swords.

As for the other great demons, some were killed by the Ming army and incorporated into the military formation to be strangled to death, and some were killed by the thunder mages who had fought in Korea before, or by artillery bombardment.

But whether there were any other demons left here, neither the Ming army, the Jianzhou Guard, nor the Korean local forces had the extra energy to search.

"Take another look, don't panic."

Liu Ting, the lump of iron, was not flustered. He was sure that the other party was not his opponent. Several Japanese generals who guarded the pass were defeated by him. Although the other party also had experts who forced a 50-50 draw with him, now the national prestige of Korea had been restored. As a vassal state, the power of the Ming Dynasty could also be used here by 60%. Liu Ting did not believe that the black-clothed scholar in front of him had the ability to kill him here.

"What heavenly god Dahuangluo, I have never heard of it. You claim to have come under the mandate of Heaven, but there is only one mandate of Heaven in this world, and that is my Ming emperor!"

"You say you received the mandate of the Ming emperor and came here to be an Underworld god?"

The black-clothed scholar's voice did not fluctuate: "It is not under the mandate of the emperor, but under the mandate of Heaven."

"Bold!"

Liu Ting glared his eyes, and a roar almost made those overwhelming wronged souls fly away!

The words "under the mandate of Heaven" could not be said casually!

But the black-clothed scholar had no scruples, and said lightly: "There is nothing bold or not bold, I am just telling the truth."

"Heavenly Dao, Heavenly Luck, Heavenly Mandate. I am under the mandate of the Lord of Heavenly Demons, and I have come to this world only to save the souls of the dead, to build temples, and to become a heavenly god."

As soon as these words came out, Old Huang's expression on the city wall changed completely.

This was really a refined heavenly god!

It had only been a month, wasn't that a little too fast!

"This, this, this..."

"Old Huang, why are you covered in sweat?" Shuerhazi turned his head and looked at Old Huang suspiciously.

"It's nothing... I'm hot."

Old Huang's mood was very complicated, but he also knew that this time the previous bet was right!

Ji Xiang was indeed extraordinary. These immortals in the human world each had heaven-defying methods! At least in the short term, it seemed that they really had the means to compete with those celestial immortals!

As long as they could not descend to the mortal world, Changbai Mountain did not have to completely listen to them?

No, no, no, we still had to consider the future.

Just as Old Huang's thoughts were chaotic, the various sounds of depravity emitted by the overwhelming wronged souls gradually began to subside.

The black-clothed scholar, in front of a city of experts, began to chant scriptures.

"In the beginning, in the Green Heaven of Bixia, in the Great Fulit... "

Was this a prayer and sacrifice?

"No heavenly god has ever dared to call himself a god. Heavenly gods are all people who have obtained divine positions."

"If a folk god dares to impersonate a heavenly god, that is already a great crime. How can we forgive lonely souls and wild ghosts who have obtained divine positions and vainly attempt to become their own god masters?"

Liu Ting was unhappy at this time. In his opinion, the black-clothed scholar's act of saving the dead was a kind of transgression.

Just as he was about to take action.

A heavy voice like thunder came from under the heavens:

"General Liu, please hold your hand. Please give me some face and allow him a share of incense."

Ji Xiang's voice came from a distant place, like heavy thunder striking the ears!

Liu Ting's divine position suddenly shook, and his whole body went numb. The iron armor made a harsh scratching sound. The lump of iron was silent for several breaths, then his eyes widened. He could not move his body at this time, and this was just a voice!

But he already knew who the owner of this voice was! Although he had never met him, his reputation had been circulating for a long time.

"So it's the Arctic True Man!"

"I wonder if you can come out and meet me!"

Liu Ting's indifferent gaze before was now filled with intense brilliance and desire!

"They all say that the Arctic True Man is the reincarnation of an ancient immortal, but I have never seen the demeanor of an immortal, and today the incense in this city cannot be given easily!"

"Why is that?" This time it was the black-clothed scholar who spoke, not Ji Xiang.

"Why?" Liu Ting laughed loudly at this time:

"Because I have taken all of this incense! If you want me to spit some out, then you two will have to show some ability to take it."

Outside the divine form of the Marquis of Heaven on his body, a blazing light of incense rose.

Ji Xiang, who was far away, also stopped. After a long sigh, he could not help but say:

"Some people are greedy for merit, some are greedy for fame, some are greedy for virtue, and some are greedy for wealth."

"It is not surprising that someone is greedy for incense today."

Liu Ting was arrogant, and even embezzled wealth for his own use on the battlefield many times, without handing it over. This had happened many times, and the Wanli Emperor could not restrain him. His personality was like this.

If you want to make this kind of person submit, you have to show some real ability.