The boiling sea water calmed down again.

Ji Boshen took a step forward, bowed his hands and said, "Brother Taoist, we will listen to our ancestor's instructions and help the underworld. We are willing to return Chaozhou to the underworld."

The great masters were filled with admiration and praised Tushanjun for his bravery. He could not even defeat the Buddha of the West, but he could also display his three-headed and six-armed supernatural power. In time, he would become the ancestral soldier and become the ancient emperor.

Ji Jianzun smiled awkwardly, stepped forward and said politely: "I should not use weapons without permission and ignore Brother Dao's advice. Thank you very much, Brother Dao, for sparing my life..."

"Hey, we will be a family from now on, there is no need to say such foreign words."

Tu Shanjun is in need of a lot of help to enrich the underworld. How can it be possible for him to really ask for help from the Nether Clan now? Even if he doesn't look at them, he still has to look at the face of the Blood Sea Ancestor. He said, "Follow me and meet the Lord of the Underworld."

"

It is said that the great powers here are moving forward.

The giant fleet over there was in shock.

Only a few Taoists were aware of Mr. Fo's move, but their hearts were already in their throats and about to jump out.

That is to say, the Blood Sea Ancestor later stopped fighting and relaxed a little, but in the blink of an eye, he faced a problem. If the Blood Sea Ancestor of the Nether Clan had magical powers, how could there be any living space in the underworld?

Seeing all the powerful people coming, everyone in the underworld was shocked and turned pale.

"broken!"

"The ancestor is being held hostage."

"What should I do?"

"..."

"It doesn't look like they are being held hostage. They are still joking."

Qiu Long Jue had just met Zu Weng, so of course he was not afraid, and he also fell in love with Wu Rong, who was sitting in the high seat.

Wu Rong's face turned slightly pale. The deficient Qi and blood were quickly filled up by the elixir, and his face became a little more rosy. He exhaled a long breath and said: "Don't worry, everyone, the ancestor has not been held hostage. We will win this battle."

Already."

"Victory!"

The palace master's shout came from the giant fleet.

Thousands of underworld monks suddenly cheered.

A warm roar broke out.

"Victory."

"That's good. If we can make the Underworld tribe stop their troops, we can also unify the northwest."

"We have unified the northwest!"

"..."

The Taoists nodded slightly, smiled and held their hands in congratulations.

This is their most ideal state.

Wait for the underworld to unify the northwest and accumulate strength before making plans. It can be achieved now.

"Master."

Wu Rong hurriedly walked down from the high seat and took two steps forward at a trot.

Elder Qiu and Luo Shentong followed quickly, followed closely by Taoist Lord Huoya and Bing Fengxi, closely followed by Lord Heiyan and other Taoists, cupping their fists and saluting.

"Let me introduce to you, this is the elder of the Nether Clan."

"Don't dare to take it seriously."

Ji Boshen stepped forward and cupped his hands and said: "The ancestors have given orders, and the Nether Clan monks are sent by the master of the palace and obey the orders."

"ah?!"

Wu Rong was stunned.

Tu Shanjun looked to the side in disbelief.

Although they won, it didn't seem like they were winning.

All I can say is that I won’t lose.

Why are the Nether Clan still surrendering?
Chapter completed!