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Chapter 333 The Underworld Opens (Subscribe)

"Come on, let's go to the front and find a facade."

Qi Yun said.

Several people around nodded immediately.

They continued walking forward.

The entire canyon is long and nearly a kilometer long.

Along the way, many shops have been damaged, and there are fewer and fewer green lights, and the further in, the more remote.

They quickly come to an end.

Qi Yun frowned slightly.

This address must not be too remote.

Just like doing business, if the choice is too biased, the business will definitely not be good.

They walked back again.

After careful observation and consideration, Qi Yun took a fancy to a broken shop door.

The entire store door was full of dust, and no one had been there for an unknown period of time. The lantern in front of the door fell to the ground, rotten and rotten.

【destroy soul】

As for the remaining one, I couldn't see clearly for a long time. I don't know if it is Miehun Mansion or Miehun Building.

Qi Yun pushed open the door and walked in.

The facilities in the room are poor.

A bed, a bookshelf, a chair, a table, with pens, ink, papers and inkstones and discarded notebooks on the table, there is nothing else.

Qi Yun looked him up and down, and said, "Let's go here, clean up!"

"Yes, son!"

A few people around nodded and began to get busy.

After some tidying up, they quickly cleaned up the environment in the room.

Qi Yun took a pen, ink, paper and inkstone, and began to write on the plaque, when suddenly his heart moved.

Wait, is it wrong to use Tianting's name?

The title of Heavenly Court is obtained, but it also offended Yeyou Palace and Ruin Palace. Once a plaque is pasted here, I am afraid that these two forces will come to trouble every day.

At that time, I am afraid that no one will dare to come to them to do tasks.

Qi Yun frowned, thought for a while, and wrote the other two words on it with pen and ink.

【Hell】.

His eyes flickered.

One sky, one earth, one for the bright side, and one for the dark side.

In this case, it should be more convenient to act in the future.

The more Qi Yun thought about it, the more satisfied he became.

Soon, I fetched two more pieces of paper and inscribed them with poem titles.

[Kalpa spreads the world, decrees six misfortunes and seven kills; catastrophe changes ancient and modern, single-handedly slaughters eight disasters and nine evils].

He smiled slightly.

Xue Linghou, Lian Tian, ​​Pang Long, Liu Yue and others beside him all looked over with surprise.

"Hell? Master, what a good name!"

Praise day after day.

This is obviously trying to stand side by side with heaven.

One day, one place.

In their eyes, the Heavenly Court is of course superior, but it is a pity that they are only registered personnel now, not official workers.

But the underworld is different. The underworld was created by Tanlangxing Lord, and they belong to Tanlangxing Lord's squad, so they naturally belong to the underworld personnel.

Regardless of the strength of the underworld, at least it's good to have had an official addiction.

The people next to him all smiled.

Qi Yun took out the strengthening furnace from the sleeve robe, threw the three white papers with inscriptions into it, energy poured in, and after a flash, he poured out the contents again.

The three blank sheets of paper were all changed.

It has become a kind of icy cold iron.

Handwriting iron hook silver painting, full of murderous.

For a few days, all the people's eyes flashed, showing surprise.

They watched helplessly as Qi Yun threw these pieces of paper into the silver cauldron, and after pouring them out, everything changed unexpectedly.

Lian Tian stretched out his hand and picked up the piece of cold iron with [Underworld] written on it, and flicked it with his fingers, making a clang.

"Fallen Cold Iron!"

He lost his voice.

What is this baby?

Directly turning paper into fallen cold iron?

Several other people also gasped, grabbed the other two pieces, and began to observe.

They know that there are people with steel abilities in the world who can turn ordinary things into steel, but that kind of steel is just ordinary steel.

What the hell is this stove?

Can actually turn paper into cold iron?

Qi Yun's face was calm, and he put away the strengthening furnace, not surprised by their shock.

"King Qin Guang, go out and get some weirdos."

He said lightly.

"Yes, son!"

Xue Linghou responded and walked out of the room.

It's too easy to catch the weirdness here. With Xuelinghou's unique hostility, he doesn't need to take action against ordinary weirdness, but the breath can deter the opponent.

Not long after, Xue Linghou had returned, holding a few gray soul bodies in his hands.

"Put them in the plaques and door couplets."

Qi Yun said.

Xue Linghou immediately understood, grinned grinningly, and stuffed all the unusual and weird things in his hands into the inscribed plaque and door couplet.

Even though they were stuffed in under the coercion of the Blood Linghou, these few ordinary and weird people dared not resist, shivering, and merged into the cold iron.

Immediately, the handwriting on the few pieces of cold iron changed again, and there was a gloomy atmosphere out of thin air, which was quite different from the other plaques on the facade.

The more Qi Yun looked at it, the more satisfied he became.

"Okay, let me hang this plaque and poem number outside!"

Qi Yun said.

Several people immediately got busy, grabbed the plaque and the door couplet, and walked out of the room.

Next, Qi Yun was going to wait two days before leaving.

No matter what, he had to see the official opening of the underworld before he could leave.

Otherwise, if there has been no business, wouldn't this hell be in vain?

A few people outside quickly hung up the plaque and door curtain, Liu Yue lit a dark fire, hung it under the plaque, and a gloomy atmosphere immediately permeated.

On the street, a distinctive facade suddenly appeared.

Lian Tian and the others showed satisfaction, clapped their hands, and walked into the store.

In the room, Qi Yun and others began to wait quietly.

But things backfired.

Several people sat and waited for a long time, but no one came over.

There are quite a few people passing by on the street.

Although some people looked at them a few times, unfortunately no one came in.

Everyone just glanced at it, then hurried, and went straight to their destination.

The day passed quickly.

Still empty.

Qi Yun frowned tightly.

A group of them are sitting here, their buttocks are numb.

Could it be that their plaques are not loud enough?

Even the brows of the few people gradually frowned.

"My lord, do you want to go out and shout?"

asked day after day.

Qi Yun sneered, and said, "Shouting twice? Do you really think you're a busker?"

Lian Tian suddenly showed embarrassment.

"King Qin Guang, you guys go out and tie someone up for me, and put on the mask!"

Qi Yun said indifferently.

It really doesn't make sense.

Such a large facade is set up here, just from the plaque, it can be seen that it is full of style, but no one comes over.

Since he didn't come over, then Qi Yun is also welcome.

Even if you tie up, you have to tie up a guest.

The reputation of the underworld must be publicized.

Even if the means are bad, it's nothing.

Anyway, it's not a real business, everyone is fighting and killing, what means can't be used?

Xue Linghou grinned grimly, and said, "Yes, young master!"

He couldn't hold back any longer.

What are you waiting for? According to his personality, everyone in the entire street should be killed, all facades should be destroyed, and only one hell should be left.

That's the only way to really get famous.

Xue Linghou put on a mask, strode out with a body of 2.5 meters, with an unspeakable persecution, Lian Tian and others hurriedly followed behind.

The streets are filled with fog.

A group of three figures came from a distance, with cautious expressions, wearing masks and black cloaks, looking around from time to time.

"Father, what a terrifying place, are the people here alive..."

A young girl's tone was a bit unnatural, walking here, her hair was shivering.

The leader frowned and reprimanded in a low voice: "I told you not to follow, but you insisted on following. Is this place playable? If you make a wrong step, you won't even know how you died?"

The girl flinched, not daring to say more.

Not long ago when she heard that his father was coming to Killer Valley, she was still in high spirits, eager to try, and had the idea of ​​coming here to meet the heroes for a while, but after crossing the Yin River, she felt less confident.

Walking here, the hair is covered with cold hair and the heart is beating wildly, as if walking among the dead.

The green lanterns on both sides of the street were like soul-eating flames, which made her hair stand on end.

Especially on the street, the passers-by wear all kinds of masks, and their eyes are like hooks, trying to draw out the soul of a person.

She just felt as if everyone looked at her and wanted to eat her.

"Father, there are so many killer organizations here, which one should we choose?"

Another figure beside him whispered.

This is a young man, about 1.8 meters tall, wrapped in a cloak. Although he kept as calm as possible, his trembling tone still betrayed him, making him look a little nervous.

"Don't worry, look ahead, it would be the best if you can get Youquan Mansion and Haunting Hall to take action!"

The leader said in a low voice.

"Father, do you want to look at other organizations?"

the young man asked in a low voice.

The leader sneered, and said: "Other organizations cannot guarantee the success rate. Once they fail, the deposit paid will not be refunded. It will be very risky to find them. Only organizations such as Youquan Mansion and Soul Soul Palace can succeed. The rate is guaranteed, of course, it would be the best if you can invite the reincarnation palace, but it is a pity that the reincarnation palace only accepts one task at a time, it is absolutely impossible for us to grab the quota."

He took the two of them and continued to walk forward.

Suddenly, his eyes froze, and he looked forward with a strong sense of alertness.

An unbelievably burly figure walked towards them.

Behind him were three other terrifying people, whose cultivation base was unfathomable, none of which he could see through.

The middle-aged man lowered his head and quietly walked around from one side.

The scalps of the two people around them were also numb, and they hurriedly lowered their heads and followed their father.

But although they lowered their heads and wanted to go around, the burly figure blocked their way again, and at the same time, the three people around them blocked them firmly.

The middle-aged man's face was horrified, and he said nervously: "You guys, we have no grievances or enmities..."

"Follow me if you don't want to die, or I'll crush you to death right now!"

Xue Linghou's tone was cold, and his terrifying gaze looked down, like a hook for seizing souls.

The middle-aged man couldn't help but shuddered when he saw him, and gulped.