721: Eighteen levels of hell

“Yes, if we let that guy go, our Netherworld will have no Face left.”

King Qinguang sighed.

This was also what he thought.

Since the life-exchange contract was signed, it had to be honored.

If someone who was supposed to die didn't, and then in the future, if others used a life-exchange method, and the Netherworld brought their enemies over, but they themselves didn't come, wouldn't everything be in chaos?

Moreover, among the Three Realms, life and death are the most important.

Previously, Sun Wukong's alteration of the Book of Life and Death had already caused the Netherworld's laws to crumble.

If the human emperor were allowed to snatch Zhang Lingxiao away again, then there would be no need for the Netherworld to operate.

To put it broadly, this also involved the Cultivate systems of Heaven, Earth, and Man.

If one could transcend life and death with strength, then what would people seek longevity for, or become a Saint for?

Even if the Emperor of Fengdu didn't want to be an enemy of the human emperor, he couldn't let such a thing happen.

King Qinguang was just thinking.

Qin Yang had already taken hundreds of millions of Souls into the human emperor banner.

“After collecting the Souls, all people can be resurrected.”

“The Netherworld's cooperation is quite good; they must be giving Face to me, this new human emperor.”

At this moment, Qin Yang was in a good mood.

It was quite unexpected for him that rescuing people from the Netherworld went so smoothly.

He had originally thought he would have to turn the Netherworld upside down like Sun Wukong, but he didn't expect it to be so smooth.

It seems that within the Three Realms' system, some human relations are still valued.

“Now, only the Imperial Advisor is left.”

Qin Yang thought to himself.

He had previously received a sound transmission from Zhang Lingxiao.

That guy was suffering in the Eighteen Levels of Hell.

The Eighteen Levels of Hell is the ultimate execution ground.

Except for the Hell of Oblivion, all punishments are concentrated there.

According to Zhang Lingxiao, he had experienced all the tortures of Hell, such as eye gouging, disembowelment, and being thrown into a wok of oil... not a single one was missed.

For some reason, hearing that Zhang Lingxiao had suffered so much, Qin Yang not only felt no pity but even a little bit of satisfaction.

After all, if this guy hadn't contributed to the Dragon, all the suffering he endured would have been commensurate with his actions.

Thinking this, Qin Yang withdrew his Dharma Aspect, nodded slightly to the Emperor of Fengdu, and then was about to head into the depths of Hell.

At this moment, the Emperor of Fengdu spoke: “Human emperor, your goal has been achieved, please leave. The Netherworld is not compatible with Yin and Yang; if you stay here too long, it will not be good for either of us.”

Qin Yang was slightly startled; the Emperor of Fengdu's tone sounded very firm.

He stopped, turned his head slightly, and said: “I still have a beloved minister in the Eighteen Levels of Hell; after I pick him up, I will leave.”

“Is the human emperor's beloved minister named Zhang Lingxiao?” the Emperor of Fengdu asked, his tone indicating he was asking something he already knew.

Qin Yang remained silent and continued to step deeper.

However, as soon as he took a step, the Emperor of Fengdu's gigantic figure, like a ghost, condensed before Qin Yang again, blocking his path forward.

“What's wrong?”

Qin Yang frowned slightly, somewhat confused.

He had already seen that the Emperor of Fengdu didn't want him to take Zhang Lingxiao away.

But... why?

Hundreds of millions of Souls were allowed to pass, but Zhang Lingxiao was not?

So, this guy's sin was even deeper than those hundreds of millions of Souls?

Qin Yang was just thinking.

The Emperor of Fengdu spoke.

“Zhang Lingxiao signed a life-exchange contract with my Netherworld.”

“According to the rules, once the spell is complete, he must come to Hell to receive punishment.”

“Previously, the human emperor forcibly intercepted his Soul, which already counts as a breach of contract, but this Seat is willing to do the human emperor a favor and not pursue it. But this time...”

Speaking of this, the Emperor of Fengdu paused, as if making a decision, then continued: “This time, you cannot take him away, otherwise, my Netherworld will become a tavern where one can come and go as they please.”

“Oh?”

Qin Yang's lips curved into a smile, saying: “Interesting.”

He smiled, but once again manifested his Dharma Aspect, his body like a mountain, pressing towards the Emperor of Fengdu, and said: “You are quite principled.”

The Emperor of Fengdu's gaze deepened, and he nodded: “The great matter of life and death Reincarnation must not be desecrated.”

Qin Yang's gaze turned cold.

He could sense that the Emperor of Fengdu's Aura was also rising, and he was ready for battle.

It seems this trip to the Netherworld would not be as smooth as he had imagined... Outside Fengdu Ghost City, fire lotuses burned the sky, and myriad ghosts wailed.

Not long after Qin Yang left, the Rebirth Array set up by the Ten Underworld Marshals and one hundred thousand Underworld Soldiers was torn to shreds by the Fire-tipped Spear.

Samadhi True Fire, being extremely Yang and fierce, was the natural enemy of this Netherworld realm.

Those decaying Underworld Soldiers, if even a little bit touched them, would meet the fate of Soul Flying Away and Spirit Scattering.

Even the Netherworld Generals were scattered and fled by the flames, completely daring not to confront them directly.

Fortunately, the Emperor of Fengdu's order was to block Yang Jian and Nezha's path.

The Netherworld Generals did not need to fight to the death, but merely used a strategy of continuous attacks to tie down the two as much as possible.

However, good times did not last long; the fierce confrontation did not continue for too long.

At this moment, Xie Bi'an's originally flexible and terrifying crimson long tongue was suddenly firmly grasped in Nezha's hand!

Nezha mercilessly gripped Xie Bi'an's long tongue, swung his arm fiercely, and actually began to rapidly swing it around like a meteor hammer.

As Nezha moved, the long tongue drew a red circle in the air, pulling Xie Bi'an's body and creating gusts of sharp wind.

The other Netherworld Generals around, seeing this situation, were all stunned, shrinking their own tongues back into their mouths.

Looking at Black Impermanence, he too was hooked by his own Soul-hooking rope around his neck, the other end held by Yang Jian, and was also being swung around like a meteor hammer.

“Ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah!”

Before Fengdu Ghost City, the painful wails of Black and White Impermanence echoed, and the Netherworld Generals and Underworld Soldiers had completely lost their Battle Intent in the one-sided battle.

At this moment, they only hoped that Yang Jian and Nezha would rush into Fengdu Ghost City now to find trouble with the Ten Kings of Hell, and not make things difficult for them, these 'security guards'.

However, Yang Jian and Nezha had no intention of entering the city; several times they had the opportunity to attack the city gate, but they deliberately did not enter, as if intentionally making things difficult for this group of 'guards' outside the city.

Alas, we are also just working... If you have something to say, can't you go talk to the leaders?

Just as the Ten Underworld Marshals were about to give up,

A voice came from within Fengdu Ghost City, from below the Eighteen Levels of Hell.

“All ghost messengers and ghost generals of the Netherworld, come to the Eighteen Levels of Hell!”

Upon hearing this command, all the Netherworld Generals breathed a sigh of relief.

It's finally over!

Finally, they don't have to Face Nezha and Yang Jian, this pair of living Kings of Hell!

No!

They are even fiercer than the Kings of Hell!

“Retreat! Work is over!”

With a roar from Ox-Head and Horse-Face, the Netherworld Generals directly abandoned Black and White Impermanence, led the remaining Underworld Soldiers to retreat into the city, and headed towards the Eighteen Levels of Hell.

At this moment, they still did not know what they would Face after getting rid of Yang Jian and Nezha.