The Emperor of the Netherworld

Li Xuan only felt that his whole body was burning, but it was not the feeling of being scorched.

It's like the feeling of being hot in the afternoon sun for a long time in winter.

I don't know how long this feeling lasted, and Li Xuan, who was immersed in cultivation, couldn't pay attention to the situation in the outside world at all.

His breath had been skyrocketing, but he had never broken that boundary.

There was no breakthrough to the quasi-saint.

Li Xuan looked at the progress of the current avenue golden body, and it was stuck at 29.9%.

The merit gradually faded, and Li Xuan felt it.

He is indeed the pinnacle of Da Luo, separated from the quasi-saint line.

But it's different from the ordinary Da Luo peak.

For example, the ten great generals of the demon clan, all of them are the pinnacle of Da Luo.

Li Xuan was now confident that he could easily defeat them without using any spirit treasures!

If he had to define the current realm, Li Xuan felt that the perfect-level Great Luo Golden Immortal was more suitable.

Standing up, Li Xuan twisted his body.

The divine sense swept the heavens and the earth, and Li Xuan realized that five hundred years had passed!!

This was Li Xuan's longest cultivation.

There is no Jiazi in the mountains, and the cultivation does not know the year.

Walking out of the palace of King Qin Guang, it has been five hundred years, and the underworld has not changed much.

It's still that busy.

The peach blossoms on the edge of Biluo Yellow Spring are still the same, and there is no fruit for five hundred years.

Li Xuan was thinking about whether he should find some means to give birth.

"The Emperor's !!"

Xihe flew over with a smile, and he was no longer wearing a fairy robe, but the robe of the king of the underworld.

The main color of darkness, long black hair is softly scattered behind the back, with a jade pendant around the waist.

It has lost a little girlish breath and has become more majestic and calm.

But Li Xuan always has a feeling of being a beauty in the workplace, and inexplicably feels quite emotional.

Xihe was followed by Wang Shu, who should have come when Li Xuan was practicing.

"Emperor, are you done cultivating?"

Xi He hugged Li Xuan's arm and asked in a coquettish voice.

Li Xuan nodded, and he didn't say much about Xihe's movements.

From the moment he wore that jade pendant, the relationship between the two had been confirmed.

Xihe squinted and leaned on Li Xuan's shoulder, feeling very comfortable.

"I've seen the emperor. "

Wangshu is still the same, cold.

It's the same as Chang Xi.

"Fairy Wangshu is here to fulfill his promise?"

Wangshu paused, as if he was thinking, and as if he was embarrassed.

Li Xuan couldn't see any clues, after all, in the face of a pretty face without any fluctuations, he couldn't observe anything at all.

"Wangshu is bold, please ask the emperor to give Wangshu the position of a palace. "

Li Xuan looked at Wang Shu unexpectedly, it turns out that she is so keen on power?

Or is there something else going on?

"Emperor, Sister Wangshu has always regarded herself as an older sister, and now I am the King of Yama, if she is not, she will feel that she has lost face in front of her sister. "

Xi He stood on tiptoe and whispered in Li Xuan's ear, a little expert in ventilation and reporting!

Li Xuan smiled, I see.

Understandable.

If it's a stranger, forget it, and don't care.

But in front of familiar people, or relatives, everyone hopes to have a tall and glorious image.

Li Xuan smiled secretly, it seems that Wangshu is not as lonely as it seems on the surface, and he is also flesh and blood.

Wangshu is the early stage of the quasi-saint, while Xihe is the late stage of the quasi-saint.

An older sister is weaker than a younger sister, and I'm afraid the pressure is not small.

It was enough to serve as the king of a hall in the early days of the quasi-saint, Li Xuan did not refuse, and directly began to enthrone him.

"Wangshu listens to the order, in the name of the Netherworld Emperor, I will entitle you as the king of the five senses of the ten halls of the Yama king, and give the immortal punishment divine treasure knife. The eighteenth layer of hell, the underworld is not hidden, the hellfire is not extinguished, there must be no mistakes!"

"Wangshu obeys the imperial order. "

Wang Shu bowed down and took the Immortal Punishment Divine Treasure Knife, and said softly.

Li Xuan gave Wang Shu a lot of face, and gave her the title of the fourth hall of Hades, one place higher than the fifth hall of Zhixihe.

There is no distinction between high and low kings in the ten halls of the underworld, and they are in the same class.

As for how these first temples came about.

That's according to the location of the ten halls.

The first hall, the Qin Guangwang Palace, is closest to the core area of the underworld, while the Styx Ancestor's Wheel King Hall is the farthest of the ten halls, but it also belongs to the central area of the underworld.

Therefore, there is no gap in the essence of the Ten Palaces of Hades, it just sounds nice.

It can be regarded as satisfying Wangshu's small wish.

Wangshu showed a very stiff smile.

Li Xuan felt uncomfortable when he looked at it, and said, "Wangshu, don't force yourself, just let it be." "

As soon as he heard Li Xuan say this, Wangshu instantly returned to his cold appearance.

The speed made Li Xuan smack.

Li Xuan is a bit obsessive-compulsive and a collector in his bones.

Xihe already likes to laugh very much, and it's good for Wangshu and Changxi to be mavericks like this.

At the very least, they all have their own characteristics, and they won't get tired of watching it.

Charming is exactly what men yearn for.

After the sealing, Xi and Xing took Wangshu to visit the underworld.

Because of his identity before, Wangshu had been staying in the capital city and had never entered the interior of the underworld.

Now it's possible.

The peach blossom forest of Biluo Yellow Spring and the Buzhou Mountain of Difu have become their favorite places to go.

"Brother Xuan, Houtu is looking for you. "

Suddenly, Xuan Ming jumped out of nowhere, patted Li Xuan's shoulder and said.

"I see. Li Xuan nodded and walked towards the palace in Houtu, and said to Xuan Ming before leaving.

"You prepare, and then we'll move the Pangu Hall into the underworld. "

After speaking, he left Xuan Ming with an excited expression.

Pangu Hall is the foundation of the Wu clan.

Although the Wu clan has taken root in the underworld, there is no Pangu Palace, and there is always a feeling of emptiness in his heart, and he is very uneasy.

Xuan Ming excitedly went to find the remnants of the witch clan, and even forgot about it.

She originally wanted to get close to Li Xuan.

When I came to the palace of Houtu, it was still so simple.

The interiors have not changed.

Li Xuan consciously sat down next to Houtu and leaned very close.

The window paper between the two has been pierced, and Li Xuan naturally can't still be like the original.

"What's the matter with the master looking for a disciple?"

Houtu glanced at Li Xuan and said in a low voice, "You still call me master now?"

Li Xuan said with a smile: "This is an established fact, how can it be easily changed?"

Anyway, no matter what Houtu says, Li Xuan will not change it.

As for the reason, ahem, ahem...

Only Li Xuan himself knows!

Houtu reluctantly gave up this topic, and Li Xuan was a very thoughtful person from beginning to end.

Houtu didn't like to interfere with him either.

The master is the master, there is nothing wrong with it, and sincerity is enough.

Houtu no longer bothered with the question of salutation, put away the tenderness on his face, and became a little worried, and said.

"During your retreat, Nuwa came to me. "

Li Xuan smiled when he heard this.