Since his goal had been achieved, there was naturally no need to stay in the Netherworld any longer.
Wutian Saint Buddha took a step forward and left Yan Luo Dian.
Bodhisattva Tsenpo was left alone in Yama Hall, deep in thought.
It would take some time to rebuild the collapsed faith.
This was something that Tsenpo Bodhisattva had to accomplish by himself, and no one could help him.
If the reconstruction was successful, Tang Sanzang believed that he would definitely choose to join him.
And if the Tsenpo King's psychological reconstruction failed, he would definitely fall into the demonic path!
From now on, he would also take on the responsibility of killing all Buddhist cultivators.
Even so, Tang Sanzang did not lose out.
Wutian Saint Buddha left Yama Hall and prepared to leave the Nether World.
However, he didn't expect to see Meng Po on the Yellow Spring.
Seeing her, Wutian Sacred Buddha suddenly thought of some legends about her.
It was rumored that this old granny who stood on the Bridge of Helplessness and advised people to drink soup was the incarnation of Empress Houtu Pingxin!
In the netherworld, King Yama was only a manager and executor. He was not worth mentioning.
Although Ksitigarbha Bodhisattva was powerful, he was not the strongest person in the Netherworld.
And the true ruler of the entire Netherworld was Empress Houtu Pingxin!
Goddess Houtu Pingxin was one of the Twelve Ancestors of Sorcery, the Ancestor of Sorcery Houtu.
Because he saw the souls wandering between heaven and earth, there was nowhere to put them.
The kind-hearted Houtu transformed herself into the Six Paths of Reincarnation and formed an important part of the Netherworld.
As a result, Ancestor of Sorcery Houtu almost died, leaving only her soul unable to leave the netherworld for the rest of her life.
Therefore, she turned into Lady Pingxin and stayed in the netherworld with peace of mind.
The Six Paths of Reincarnation was created by Lady Pingxin.
Moreover, she was extremely powerful as an Ancestral Wizard.
In addition to the merit of creating the Six Paths, Ping Xin became an existence that was not weaker than a Saint.
In the Nether World, even Ancestor Minghe in the Netherworld Blood Sea did not dare to be presumptuous. She was the true ruler of the entire Nether World.
Thinking of this, Wutian Saint Buddha stopped and looked at Meng Po.
He had thought that by causing a ruckus in the netherworld, it would cause this empress to be unhappy and attack him.
But soon, Wutian Sacred Buddha realized that he was overthinking.
Meng Po, who was standing on the Bridge of Helplessness, looked at Wutian Holy Buddha with a faint smile. There was even a hint of admiration in her eyes.
Wutian Saint Buddha instantly understood what he meant.
It seemed that this person also wanted to see the Buddhist Sect suffer!
Tang Sanzang admired this Lady Pingxin very much.
Seeing that the other party had no intention of making a move and instead looked at him with a smile, he cupped his hands and bowed before leaving.
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In the depths of hell, the river of blood flowed, and everything withered. Everything here seemed to be filled with the smell of death.
"My clansmen, a great calamity has arisen again. The opportunity for our Sorcerer Tribe to rise has come!”Xing Tian, the Great Wizard, waved his axe and shouted at the Wizard Tribe in the square.
"Rise of the Sorcerer Tribe!"
"Rise of the Sorcerer Tribe!"
In an instant, the atmosphere of the entire Sorcerer Tribe Square was ignited. Countless Sorcerer Tribesmen began to shout loudly.
Ever since the Witch and Demon Tribulations, most of the Ancestors of Sorcery had fallen.
When the demons established the Heavenly Court, the Sorcerer Tribe was completely defeated.
In the end, they could only escape into the depths of hell to preserve their race.
Although the living environment in the depths of the Purgatory was extremely harsh and there was death energy everywhere, it was still not a place to live.
However, after all these years of development, the Sorcerer Tribe had finally caught their breath.
Now that the Cultivation Tribulation of the West had started again, the few Senior Magi sensed a different aura.
They could sense that the development of the matter seemed to be getting out of the control of the Heavenly Court and Buddhist League, so they could not sit still anymore.
Every great tribulation was a time to fight for luck!
If the Sorcerer Tribe wanted to rise again, they had to seize the opportunity.
Otherwise, he would be forever imprisoned in this harsh underground purgatory.
"Our Sorcerer Tribe will rise again! My clansmen, let's work together. This time, we must teach the gods and buddhas in the sky how powerful our Sorcerer Clan is!”
"Yes! This time, we must let the gods and Buddhas know the power of our Sorcerer Tribe. We must let them know that our Sorcerer Tribe has not retreated from the stage of history!”
"We are going to take back the territory that belongs to our Sorcerer Tribe!”
"Yes! The Sorcerer Tribe is not willing to be confined in this underground purgatory. We must fight our way out!”
"Fight! Kill the gods and buddhas!"
"Fight! Kill the gods and buddhas!"
"Long live the witch race!"
"Long live the Great Wizard!"
The atmosphere was completely ignited, and the voices of the Sorcerer Tribe members echoed throughout the sky!
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Just as the Sorcerer Tribe was unwilling to be left out and decided to do something…
Wutian Holy Buddha had already bid farewell to Goddess Houtu Pingxin and left the place by stepping across the Yellow Springs.
However, he did not expect that he would be enveloped by countless golden Buddhist lights as soon as he left the underworld!
The Buddhist seals that filled the sky formed a barrier that enveloped this space!
In the space, Buddhist light shone brightly. Countless Bodhisattvas and Buddhas appeared and were chanting Buddhist scriptures.
For a moment, the sound of Sanskrit reverberated! Shock the mind!
In the sky above the barrier, eighteen golden arhats each held a magic tool and were ready for battle!
Seeing Wutian Saint Buddha appear, the eighteen Golden Arhats immediately formed an Arhat Formation! The magic tool in his hand emitted a fierce light!
"Kill them!"
Seeing Wutian Holy Buddha come out, the eighteen Arhats attacked without hesitation!
He did not even give Wutian Sacred Buddha a chance to react.
Wutian could not help but smile when he saw the eighteen Arhats charging at him with Dharma treasures.
Trying to ambush me halfway?
The eighteen of you are not qualified!
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