When Lei Xiang was talking, my forehead was covered with dark lines. The entire hall was originally dark, but Lei Xiang did not inspire the Buddha light in his body at all. Suddenly, the entire hall was shining with golden light.

It's strange that the dark space that seemed to be able to swallow everything was penetrated instantly, and a trace of wrinkles appeared in the air. It seemed that there was a change due to the influence of the Buddha's light.

"Hey, little bald, be gentle, this space is going to be twisted!" Old Xing was already standing in front of the tombstone, and his heart beat when he saw this. He turned his head and looked at Lei Xiang helplessly.

"It's not my business..." Unexpectedly, Lei Xiang, who was just normal tone, shook his head innocently at this moment, and shrugged, "It's not me."

Not only Lao Xing, but also I, who is closest to Lei Xiang, was a little surprised. The Buddha light was clearly released from Lei Xiang. Moreover, I am simply familiar with this light. Isn’t it Lei Xiang’s killer weapon?

"Okay, don't discuss these for the time being. This is the Emperor's Palace, but it seems something is wrong. Why is there no tomb here?" Ren Shuai interrupted our round, and seemed puzzled.

"That's right, this is different from ordinary ghost tombs!" Lei Xiang nodded as well.

Not only Lei Xiang was stunned, but we were also puzzled. There were indeed only two huge tombstones in this ghost tomb, which were nearly three meters long. The materials of this tombstone were very ordinary, as if they were just a worthless wooden table in the world, but they were removed from a long-standing wooden table.

"What does this thing mean?" Old Xing was also a little weird. Although according to strength, Old Xing is taller than me now, but this guy is not unreliable, and he can't figure out these weird things at all.

Looking at the scene in front of me, there was the last stone door behind me, and in front of me was a huge hall. These two tombstones were in the center of the hall, and next to the tombstone, there was a futon on which was kneeling.

"I'm dead long ago." Ren Shuai shook his head, not interested in this guy kneeling in front of the tombstone.

We went up to check, after all, there was nothing in this hall except tombstones.

"This cushion is made of golden silk, it's such a luxury!" Ling Tong exclaimed, instead of observing the kneeling guy, but his eyes were attracted by the cushion.

I sweated wildly. This guy really couldn't grasp the point. Didn't he notice that the person kneeling in front of me was my grandfather?

My face looked ugly. I really wanted to put the cushion on it. The guy who looked exactly like my grandfather and was probably my grandfather's body in his previous life was pulled up. After all, my ghost lineage has a special status in the Taoist sect. Not to mention the inheritance of the ghost master, it is just a backward ghost path. Facing the empress and Gaozong, there is no need to kneel down respectfully.

"This is the eighth round of the previous life of Mr. Fang. This person is the Supreme Elder of Maoshan, named Fang Qin. His strength has reached the peak of a saint. He is the number one person in the Taoist sect at that time..."

The voice of my speech was very cold, and I trembled all over. This voice was from Meng Po, but the tone was different from Meng Po...

I was not the one who discovered this. In the audience, except for Lao Bai and Ling Tong, the others were not simple. At this moment, they all came to their senses and looked at Meng Po with caution.

Meng Po’s appearance is indeed strange, with her eyes bright and turbid. She looks like a 20-year-old girl who is constantly changing with an 80-year-old woman. Even her temperament is constantly changing, making people feel cold behind her.

What’s even more shocking is that the one who looks like an 80-year-old woman is Meng Po herself!

"Who are you?" Ren Shuai couldn't help but take a step forward. Although Meng Po made a mistake, her original intention was not bad. Even if she was punished according to the rules, it was just a matter of meaning. Meng Po was still very important to the underworld.

But obviously, Meng Po has been controlled by others without us realizing it, and the other party is still forcibly competing with Meng Po for control and vitality.

Generally speaking, even if others discover it, they cannot interfere. After all, if the intervention is wrong, it will not only not save people, but will instead harm Meng Po.

"Sir, she is the empress!"

Meng Po's voice became quicker. After saying hurriedly, she smiled lowly: "Haha, I didn't expect that I could not control a little god after waiting for so many years. It's really ironic..."

Ren Shuai and I looked at each other. The previous voice was clearly Meng Po herself, but we never expected that when we got into Meng Po and were so domineering, we were the owner of the ghost tomb...the empress!

"You have too many dramas. What are you doing in this Palace of Emperors and the Netherworld Hell? Is it still over?" Ren Shuai curled his lips, looking sarcastic, as if he didn't care.

The Empress, no, it should be said to be Meng Po. Hearing this, he couldn't help frowning and hummed: "The only King of Hell who has been reincarnated in the cycle of reincarnation dares to be arrogant in front of me. Do you want to reincarnate again?"

When I heard the Empress’s words, let alone Ren Shuai, even I laughed.

This threat is really fresh and unrestrained!

The Empress thought she was the strong man who destroyed the King of Hell back then? She was still in reincarnation once?

"Haha, I appreciate your invisible pretentious ability. I am worthy of being the empress who has dominated the world for decades. It's not bad. This kind of domineering spirit must continue to be developed. As an emperor, how can you do without the aura of domineering spirit? Isn't it a joke..."

A hand suddenly appeared behind Meng Po, and it was directly behind her ghost gate. Seeing this, Ren Shuai and Lao Xing and I put away their already-activated mana and palms.

"Who are you?" A black smoke emerged from Meng Po's body and wanted to get into grandpa again... Uh, it should be said that it was the corpse of the man named Fang Qin. I sighed, pinched the black smoke with both fingers.

Although it seems invisible, it has turned into a black face the size of a palm in my hand.

Although this face is pitch black, it has all its facial features and can be recognized at a glance. It is the same face as the previous empress clone!

At the same time, Meng Po, who was confused, reached out, and a crack appeared in front of us with a smile.

"Why are you here?" Lei Xiang and Ren Shuai were both confused. They looked at the hippie smile and grabbed the fat man who was exactly the same as him in one hand.

"Hmph, you guys who are not kind. This place is so fun, how can you not think of me, brother, and almost missed a big show.

"Your sister is a big show, there is nothing here. Are you not the direct disciple of the Jinwei Sect? This ghost tomb should not be a problem for you, right?" Ren Shuai rolled his eyes.
Chapter completed!