Do Not Seek Fairy Fate

Chapter 732: Grand Ceremony

In the empty hall, Di Ku sat cross-legged.

The doors and windows were opened, and the wind blew past, causing white silk to fly around, and the whistling wind was full of loneliness and desolation.

There is a high platform on the inner wall of the main hall.

The high platform looks like the place where mortals worship their ancestors. There are nine tablets on it. The strange thing is that each tablet is blank.

On it, there is no name or surname left.

"My lord."

A hoarse voice sounded, and an old man with a hunched back and a cane appeared at the side of the palace gate, bowing his head towards Emperor Ku:

"Don't ask for the Taoist master of the Quanzhen way, he has already entered the Fengdu Ghost Prison."

Uncle Bai stood on the other side without saying a word.

"Um."

Di Ku's complexion remained unchanged:

"What do you think of this Quanzhen Daoist?"

"The strength of this old slave is limited, and I can't see anything now, but this son's luck is stronger than that of your master." The old man said in a low voice:

"Before, where he was, your luck, my lord, would be suppressed."

"oh!"

Di Ku raised his eyebrows, thoughtfully:

"Yeah?"

The old man bowed, and the answer was self-evident.

This old man is an old man from the Qifei Palace, with a ghost body and no heart, and has a pair of peculiar eyes for observing fortune and fate, and is highly regarded by Emperor Ku.

He believed in the other party's words.

Even when he insisted on marrying Ying Taizhen in private, there was the other party's reason.

Over the years, countless experiences have proved that the old man has never missed it, and he has also obtained an unprecedented status.

"Your Majesty, there is no need to worry about this."

The old man stood behind, although he couldn't see the change in Di Ku's face, he could guess one or two, and said:

"That was before, and now the lord is about to inherit the throne of ghost king, and with the blessing of the throne, his fortune far exceeds that of many ghost kings."

"Then don't beg..."

"It's just a cultivator in the underworld who has just entered the Nascent Soul. In this underworld, you are the master."

"That's right." Di Ku showed his face, slowly raised his forehead, and then asked:

"How is your teacher's recovery?"

"This time King Zhao invaded, I want to meet him, I wonder if there is a chance to meet him, and listen to his teachings like in the past."

"This..." The old man's complexion changed slightly, and he shook his head regretfully:

"The old master was injured too badly back then, and he is still recovering now. It is inconvenient to see people in a short period of time, but at critical times, he will definitely help."

"pity."

Di Ku sighed softly:

"The disciple is about to inherit the throne, but the master can't come. It's a pity. Tell the master for me that the disciple has been waiting for him to come out of the mountain."

"yes."

The old man should be, said:

"The old slave resigns."

"Um."

Di Ku waved his hand.

The old man tapped his crutches lightly, and disappeared into a wisp of green smoke.

After a while.

Uncle Bai narrowed his eyes and said:

"My lord, you need me to do it, give him..."

He stretched out his hand and scratched his throat, his eyes were cold and murderous.

"No need."

Di Ku shook his head:

"He still has some uses, and my master doesn't even dare to see me now, because he is afraid that the injury he suffered back then is really serious."

As he spoke, he snorted softly.

Di Ku had no respect for the mysterious master he was talking about, and turned to murderous intentions.

"There is King Zhao's invasion outside, there are ghosts from Chengtianhou's family who are unwilling to be reconciled, and there are mentors around, don't ask for such existences to turn their faces at any time."

"my heart……"

"It's hard to be safe!"

He sighed faintly, only felt that he was burdened with heavy shackles, and outsiders looked very beautiful, only to experience the troubles in person.

"Subordinates are incompetent!"

Uncle Bai knelt down on one knee, bowed his head and drank:

"If you can't solve problems for your boss, it's a subordinate's dereliction of duty."

"That's all, that's all." Di Ku waved his hands again and again, sweeping away the depression in his heart:

"Those who achieve great things, how can they not be honed, and my current troubles, in the eyes of others, I'm afraid they can't wish for it."

Said, lightly smiled.

"after all……"

"I am King Lu!"

Yin Luo, a terrifying power emerged from his body, the sky suddenly darkened, and the situation in the underworld with a radius of thousands of miles changed suddenly.

Uncle Bai's body tensed up, his face full of fear.

Late Ghost King!

…………

Hell map, one level!

Ten directions kill way, four passes!

Ksitigarbha Yuanyuan Knife, Six Passes!

Heavenly Soldiers Body Protection Rune, Three Levels!

Yan Luo's Dharma Body is the fifth layer, and his physical body is comparable to that of a mid-level ghost king!

When Mo Qiu reappeared, although his mana had not made much progress, other aspects had grown by leaps and bounds.

and.

After consuming a lot of psychic liquid from the Youxuan Pool, he finally realized the method of plundering the power of other people's souls from the Seal of Dou Mu.

Although it is still not possible to directly bless one's cultivation base and spirit, one can light up the sea of ​​consciousness and use it to deduce other skills.

"Mo Daoist!"

Uncle Bai examined Moqiu with surprise on his face:

"However, for just over ten days, Taoist Master gave people a feeling of being reborn. It seems that this trip has been very fruitful. Congratulations!"

original.

He didn't think that Mo Qiu would gain anything if he entered Fengdu Hell for half a month.

even if there is,

Time is limited after all.

But looking at it now, apart from being mentally tired, the other party's whole body seemed to have been tempered again.

The edge is exposed, it is difficult to look directly at it.

"lucky."

Don't beg to restrain your thoughts, Yuanying lightly squeezed the formula, restrained his whole body, and became harmless to humans and animals again, cupped his hands and said to the opponent:

"This time, thank you fellow Daoist Bai."

"You're welcome." Uncle Bai returned to his senses and said:

"If you want to thank, thank the Lord too, I'm just a guide, how can I say thank you?"

"The prince's succession ceremony will be held soon. Daoist Mo may as well take a break for a while and participate in the ceremony as a distinguished guest."

"Also."

Don't ask for a nod.

…………

time,

flashed by.

The succession ceremony of King Lu will start today.

The main body of Tianji Haoyue is somewhere, separated by endless time and space, spreading the halo.

The Prince Lu's Mansion, which covers an area of ​​hundreds of miles, has already been decorated with lanterns and festoons, but unlike the Yang Dynasty, white silk and death from ghosts are more festive.

The death of the previous King Lu did not seem to be sad, but rather looking forward to the identity of the new King Lu.

"The ghost king of Mingyue congratulates the new king of Lu on his succession. He is here to pay a special visit. The congratulatory gift is a pair of soul-inducing jades and a set of soul-shattering soul clocks..."

The emcee's voice was so loud that it could be heard clearly in every corner with a radius of hundreds of miles.

A faint moon appeared in the sky, and in the moonlight, a chariot frame flew over. The chariot frame was pulled by eight skeleton horses, and a woman wearing a tulle head sat inside the chariot frame.

"It is said that Ghost King Mingyue used to be the number one female ghost in the king's realm, and the previous king of Lu once fell in love with her. It's a pity that Wugui really won her favor."

"That's right, but her strength is even more impressive. The ghost king is a middle-level ghost king, and she can sit down to three thousand female ghosts. The Mingyue Ghost Realm is the most wonderful place in the King Realm."

"Unfortunately, I have never seen it with my own eyes."

"I did go there once."

"Yeah?"

"Brother Ghost, let's talk and listen."

On the city tower, Mo Qiu stood with his hands behind his back, his eyes swept across the ghost kings, and he couldn't help but secretly startled.

So many ghost kings?

From what I just sensed, there are nearly a hundred people around, including a few middle-level ghost kings. The strength of King Lu is so terrifying.

If King Zhao hadn't invaded, and the Xuanyou Cave Heaven of the Shangqing suppressed the ghosts in the underworld, the Quanzhen Dao might have been unable to resist the invasion of ghost soldiers.

This is just Lu Wangjing.

How many masters are there in the kings of the Kingdom of Shang and the kingdom of ghosts in the Underworld?

"Lord Lord Heiye, with thirty disciples, came here to congratulate King Lu, with gifts of one hundred Feng Luo falcons, one thousand catties of soul water, and thirty thousand ghost servants."

The shouting sound rang out again.

Don't raise your eyebrows.

Although these congratulatory gifts sounded very important, none of them were really valuable.

as expected.

After the master of ceremonies' voice fell, there was a slight murmur immediately, and many ghosts whispered to each other, casting surprised glances at Mr. Luo who came with the crowd.

The ghost who understands the inside story is not surprised by this, but now that the throne has been established, it would be too embarrassing for Mr. Luo to do so.

"The Tibetan Sand Ghost King..."

"Chebang Ghost King..."

"Yasha Ghost King..."

"when!"

Suddenly, the sound of a pounding bronze bell interrupted the master of ceremonies' introduction.

A leisurely voice sounded from afar:

"Qin Sheng, deputy head of the inspection hall of the ancestral temple, and Chu Xiong, the son of King Zhao, came to congratulate the new King Lu."