Ten streams of light cut through the dark sky.
That is Ten Palace Yama Kings, the nominal manager of the underworld, who is rushing to meet the new owner.
They flew very fast, fearing that if they were a step too late, they would leave a bad impression on the fierce man who had just smashed King Ksitigarbha into the pit.
But in Qin Feng's eyes, it's still too slow.
"Is this the efficiency of the underworld?"
Qin Feng raised his eyebrows, and the finger that had just enlightened Six Paths of Reincarnation Plate gently tapped his knee with a loose rhythm.
"Since this land is under my control from now on, you have to follow my rules."
He turned to look at Houtu beside him. The cynical smile on his lips gradually faded away, replaced by a controlling indifference.
That kind of look is no longer the tenderness of facing a lover, but the detachment of a god looking down at an ant.
Houtu's heart skipped a beat.
She could feel that the man around her had changed.
If he was still the bad lover who teased her just now, then at this moment, he is the supreme king of this underworld.
Qin Feng did not use any Magic Power.
Nor did he release the earth-shattering pressure of the saint.
He just looked at the vast, gray netherworld, used the magical power of "Words Manifested into Law·Earthly Dao" he had just obtained, and spoke a word gently into the void.
"Come."
Not loud.
It can even be said to be very light, like a whisper when an old friend reunites.
But the moment the word was spoken.
The whole Netherworld has changed.
It's not like the sky is falling apart or the wind is howling.
It is a rewriting at the rule level.
This word "come" seems to have instantly turned into the most original and irreversible iron law of Earthly Dao, imprinted on every corner of this world, every grain of dust, and the depth of every true spirit of the gods who serve in the underworld.
mid-air.
King Qin Guang, who was speeding on the clouds, suddenly froze up.
It felt like there was an invisible big hand that directly ignored his physical defense and grabbed his soul.
"What... what's going on?!"
King Qin Guang was shocked. Before he could react, the surrounding space suddenly squeezed crazily.
The journey that originally took half a cup of tea was shortened to an inch away under his horrified gaze!
It's not just him.
King Chu Jiang, Emperor Song, King Yama...
Ten Palace Yama Kings exclaimed almost at the same time. Their bodies were completely out of control and turned into ten meteors that were forcibly dragged, and their speed instantly increased a hundred times!
Boom boom boom!
There is no buffering whatsoever.
There is no elegant landing posture.
The ten figures dropped neatly onto the open space in front of Qin Feng like dumplings.
The smoke and dust dispersed.
Ten Palace Yama Kings are all disgraced, but they don't even bother to tidy up their appearance.
Because of the trembling feeling coming from the depths of their souls, they instinctively made the only choice -
Kneel down.
He fell on his knees, his head hung low, and he was trembling.
"Greetings... Greetings to Empress! Greetings... to my lord!"
King Qin Guang's voice was trembling, he didn't even dare to raise his head, and cold sweat dripped down his dark face.
Too scary.
What was that method just now?
It's not Magic Power pulling, it's not magical power taking.
That's an "order".
It is the world itself that is ordering them to come here. Whether they are willing or not, even if they are in retreat, even if they are judging evil ghosts, as long as the word "come" sounds, they must appear here!
Is this the value of the Earthly Dao spokesperson?
However, this is only the beginning.
As the lingering sound of the word "come" in Qin Feng continues to echo in Netherworld.
far away.
In the judge's palace.
Judge Cui, who was writing quickly at his desk, suddenly paused at the tip of his pen.
His expression was dull for a moment, and then he threw down the Book of Life and Death and Judge's Brush in his hands. His whole body turned into a gust of wind, crashed through the roof of the hall, and rushed madly in the direction of Six Paths of Reincarnation.
Inside the Hall of Impermanence.
Black and White Impermanence was about to go out to enchant the soul, when the mourning stick and the enchantment chain in his hand fell to the ground with a clang.
The two ghosts looked at each other and saw the horror and involuntary expression in the other's eyes.
The body moved.
Completely against their will, they flew towards the source that summoned them at a speed that burned the source.
Ox-Head and Horse-Face, Meng Po, Day and Night Patrol Gods...
Even the 18th Route Yin Commander who was guarding Ghost Gate Pass seemed to be possessed at this time, dropping the weapons in his hands and running back regardless.
For a while.
Netherworld is filled with brilliant lights and ghosts walking at night.
That was an unprecedented gathering of all the clergy in the entire underworld.
No matter how high or low your position is, no matter how strong or weak your cultivation level is.
In front of the word "come", All beings are equal.
All are ministers.
It only takes a dozen breaths.
The area near Six Paths of Reincarnation, which was originally empty and lonely, was already filled with darkness.
Tens of thousands of ghosts and gods, according to their positions, knelt down neatly on the ground.
No noise.
There was no whispering.
Even the sound of breathing was deliberately suppressed to a minimum.
Everyone held their breath and concentrated, secretly looking at the young man sitting on the bluestone, dressed in white and snow-clad, with a look of extreme awe.
Once you say it, all gods will obey.
This is the meeting gift given to them by the new "second boss".
Simple, crude, yet incredibly effective.
Qin Feng looked at the spectacular scene in front of him and nodded with satisfaction.
"It seems like everyone is respecting me."
His tone was relaxed, as if the action of forcefully dragging all the ghosts and gods just now was just a casual group message.
"Since we are all here, let's recognize our faces."
"From now on in this underworld, Empress will take care of the big things, and I will take care of the nosy."
"As for what is idle business..."
Qin Feng paused, looking past the ghosts and gods kneeling on the ground, to the figure who was quietly crawling out of the human-shaped pit, preparing to slip away in the chaos.
The corners of his mouth curved into a playful arc.
"For example, help us clean up some garbage that is lingering in the underworld."
Ksitigarbha Bodhisattva, who was carefully moving back, suddenly stiffened.
He originally thought that Qin Feng would not care about him if he made such a big noise.
After all, the first thing a new official does when he takes office is that it is the time to establish his authority. Who would care whether a "fly" stays or goes?
But he was wrong.
Big mistake.
The moment Qin Feng locked eyes.
Buzz!
An invisible qi machine composed of the power of the entire Earthly Dao, like a sacred mountain falling from the sky, hit him hard.
"This... how is this possible?!"
Ksitigarbha Wang's face instantly turned pale, his legs went weak, and he almost knelt down again.
He was horrified to find that the space around him had become extremely viscous, like solidified amber.
And he is the little bug sealed in amber.
The power of Buddha in the body? It is suppressed!
The proud Quasi-Saint rule? Cut off!
Even his mythical beast Diting is lying on the ground at the moment, with its tongue hanging out like a dead dog, and it doesn't even dare to move.
Exclusion.
The entire underworld is rejecting him.
Every inch of land and every ray of evil wind here exudes strong hostility towards him.
Here, he is no longer the aloof Bodhisattva, but a prisoner abandoned by the world.
"A turtle in a urn."
Qin Feng spit out four words lightly.
He stood up slowly, walked through the crowd of kneeling ghosts and gods, and walked step by step towards the desperate monk.
The footsteps were silent.
But in the silent Netherworld, it felt like a heavy hammer stepping on everyone's heart.
"Ksitigarbha, didn't you just say you wanted to save me?"
Qin Feng walked to a place three steps away from Ksitigarbha and stopped, put his hands in his pockets, leaned over slightly, and looked into those bloodshot eyes.
"Now I'm standing here."
"You, try moving?"
provocation.
A naked provocation.
King Ksitigarbha gritted his teeth, and veins popped up on his forehead, desperately trying to activate even the slightest bit of Magic Power.
But it's no use.
That suppressive force is so terrifying, it is the crushing of the will of the entire Earthly Dao, and it is a blockade at the level of rules.
His current strength, let alone Quasi-Saint, is probably not even as good as an ordinary Heavenly Immortal.
In front of this man, he really didn't even have the qualifications to move a finger.
"You... what do you want?!"
Ksitigarbha squeezed out a sentence from between his teeth, his voice was hoarse and filled with endless frustration.
"I don't want to do anything."
Qin Feng shrugged, with a harmless look on his face.
"I just feel that your slogan of 'I will never become a Buddha until hell is empty' is quite loud."
"Since you like hell so much..."
He snapped his fingers.
Snap!
The ground beneath Ksitigarbha suddenly cracked open, revealing the bottomless, blazing Eighteen Levels of Hell entrance below.
The shrill screams came from it, making people's hair stand on end.
"Then go down and experience life."
"Starting from the first floor, you will experience all the tortures of Eighteen Levels of Hell, and then come up and talk to me about Buddhism."
Qin Feng Lift your feet.
Under the stunned gaze of Ten Palace Yama Kings and countless ghosts and gods.
Facing the great Bodhisattva Western Teachings, that shiny big butt.
Kick hard!
"Let's go!"
"Ah--!!!"
Accompanied by a shrill and long scream.
Ksitigarbha Bodhisattva turned into a meteor and fell straight into the endless abyss.
Plop.
Not even a splash was made.
Only the unfinished curse words still echoed at the entrance of the abyss.
"Qin Feng! You can't be nice..."
Boom!
The entrance to hell slammed shut, completely cutting off all sounds.
The world is quiet.
Qin Feng clapped his hands, turned around, and looked at the group of ghosts and gods who had been frightened out of his wits. His face once again showed that kind of smile that made people feel refreshed.
"Okay, the garbage is cleared."
"Next, let's have a meeting."