But before he finished speaking, he saw the emperor turning his eyes coldly. He could only put down his fingers angrily and said with an unhappy look on his face: "Emperor, you can't afford it!"

Unexpectedly, the emperor's face was filled with joy, and he smiled brightly with red lips and white teeth. He said with a righteous expression: "I just can't afford it, what can you do?"

"Er..."

If it had been anyone else, even if Ding Xiaoyi couldn't beat him, he would have already cursed and greeted his family's eighteen generations of ancestors. But the person sitting in front of him was the Lord of Youshan, the Lord of the Underworld, and his boss. He really couldn't curse him.

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Upon seeing this, the emperor shook his head and said with a slightly nostalgic look: "When your grandfather scolded me, it was as if my ancestors would jump out of the coffin and beat me."

Thinking about the days at that time, although they were short-lived, they were joyful and free-spirited.

It’s hard to experience it now.

While the two were talking, the emperor secretly helped the demon let out a thundering roar, and for a moment the demonic smoke billowed like a tide and poured into the sky-swallowing wheel.

For a time, thousands of wisps of Qingming Qi surged, turning the void into a hell. Countless evil spirits and fierce ghosts were like a tide, trying to swallow up the fat figure.

Seeing this, Ding Xiaoyi's heart tightened and he couldn't help but become anxious.

"Don't look, he may not be able to come out now." The emperor said with a look of gloating: "But he can't die, he just has to wait many years before he can come out. At least he has to swallow the evil in the sky wheel.

Only when all the ghosts are converted can they come out. It seems that this should be his business."

After saying that, he looked at Ding Xiaoyi and said: "I win this time and I'll give you an advantage. Tell me what the conditions are. After that, let's go back quickly. If it's a little later, your good brother will lead people into Youshan."

"ah!"

Ding Xiaoyi was stunned for a moment and said doubtfully: "Liao Qiu??"

Seeing the surprised look on his face, the Emperor raised his eyebrows: "Don't you know? As soon as I left, the underworld was sealed, and your group of good friends were mobilizing their troops to rush in while I was away.

Where is Youshan?"

He was shocked at first. He didn't expect Brother Liao Qiu to be so bold this time and lead an army to attack Youshan.

But then I thought about it and looked at the emperor's relaxed expression. I suddenly felt confused and an unpleasant feeling came over me. I asked: "But you are not anxious at all?"

"What's there to be anxious about? Sheng Midu... Well, I mean, Huodu and the others are still here, they can't attack it."

The emperor unconsciously touched the bridge of his nose with his fingers. He spoke quickly and almost let it slip. Although Ding Peng already knew Ning Yu's identity, this result would be more interesting later.

As he spoke, he urged: "Eat quickly. Let's get on the road quickly. We have to take a detour down Mount Tai. If we walk faster, we can still make it back."

"Oh, if you walk slowly, I can't guarantee whether Huo Du and the others will kill and chop Liao Qiu and the others into pieces like melons and vegetables."

The threat in these words is self-evident.

After Ding Xiaoyi hesitated for a moment, he silently picked up the ceramic bottle in his hand. Just as he was about to open it, a loud noise suddenly struck him.

A round Buddha lotus blooms in the sky-swallowing wheel.

This scene caught everyone by surprise, including the emperor himself.

The sound of ethereal chanting came from it, and the sound became louder and louder. The brilliant scriptures filled the sky, surrounding Pangpang. Every word was like being made of divine gold, with texture, sacred and brilliant, suppressing the ten directions.

This is the Ksitigarbha Sutra. The vast sound of the sutra is not recited by one person. Behind Pangpang, Buddha’s golden wheel appears. As the golden wheel rotates, you can see a young monk reciting this Ksitigarbha Sutra day and night.

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That was the age of a fat boy, followed closely by the days and nights when he was middle-aged, old, and even became the leader of the Netherworld.

"I have made a great wish, and I will never become a Buddha until hell is empty."

"If I am not as good as hell, who will go to hell?"

"If I alone are not enough, I will use my past, present, and thousands of me as one thought for ninety seconds to shake your future."

The vows I made in front of the Buddha echoed in my ears as if they were a lifetime ago, and seemed as clear as yesterday's voice.

The sound of the chanting became louder and louder, its sound shook the world, it was extremely domineering, and the stars and rivers in the sky roared with it, spreading to all regions, the world, and the ears of countless people. Everyone who heard it trembled, and their blood resonated with it.

"Why!"

Seeing the countless fierce ghosts in the Heaven-Swallowing Wheel gradually calming down and even showing expressions of relief amidst the light of Buddha and the sound of chanting sutras, the emperor couldn't help but reveal a touch of surprise and even admiration in his eyes.

The great ambition I made when I was young has remained unchanged for thousands of years. I chant sutras continuously every day, and it is like accumulating sand into a tower, bit by bit, until today.

Throughout history, no one can compare to this perseverance.

Suddenly, in the Sky Swallowing Wheel, the figures of thousands of fierce ghosts and evil spirits disappeared, and the Sky Swallowing Wheel also exploded into ashes with a cracking sound.

"ah!!"

The Heaven-Swallowing Wheel merged with the ancient demon, the Heavenly Wheel shattered, and the demon's physical body began to fall apart under the light of the Buddha.

"Won!"

Ding Xiaoyi's eyes sparkled, and he wished he could hold up a banner to cheer for Pangpang.
Chapter completed!