Han Fan never expected that Confucianism would directly attack his parents.

"Ha." He sneered, his eyes full of sarcasm. What was hidden under the sarcasm was deep sadness.

"You lost." Gegla's voice rang in her ears.

At this time, Han Fan belatedly remembered that this mysterious shadow had never mentioned a bet until now.

"What do you want?" Han Fan said with a gloomy face.

"It's very simple, worship me as your teacher." Gegla's request made Han Fen extremely surprised.

"I want you to be my teacher?" Han Fan thought he had heard wrongly and asked again.

"Yes, the Demonic Devouring you practice, as well as the magical power Zihuan, are all my techniques. It is reasonable and reasonable to worship me as your teacher." Gegla said.

In just a few minutes, Han Fen had absorbed too much information that was beyond the scope of his prediction. Now when he heard what Gegla said, it felt unreasonable and reasonable.

Gegla waited quietly for Han Fen's response. No one knew what the expression was on his face under the mask.

"Do you know the cultivation level of the people they sent to arrest my parents?" Han Fan suddenly asked.

"Both of them are in the Seventh Realm." Gegla suddenly laughed, but Han Fan couldn't see it because of the mask.

Han Fen fell into silence. This feeling of powerlessness made him helpless. What could he do? Let the person in front of him from the underworld save his parents? And then be picked up by people from the underworld? What is the difference between the one controlled by Confucianism?

In the past, you could choose between good and better, but now you can only choose between bad and worse.

After thinking for a long time, Han Fen made a decision.

"I can become your disciple, but..." At this point, Han Fan stopped and found that he could not continue.

"I can help you save your parents, but the nature is almost the same. If you save your parents, they will be taken care of by the monks in the underworld. Don't worry, no one will dare to hurt them." Gegla got straight to the point.

, he knew that Han Fan had already considered this, so he might as well go straight to the point.

"But the difference is that you are cultivating demonic skills in your body. Even if you don't admit it yourself, others will regard you as a demonic cultivator and an enemy. So your parents will be safer with me, you should understand."

Gergra added.

Of course Han Fen knew this, why didn't he think about it, but the best way at the moment was this.

"good."

Gegla stretched out her right hand in a gesture of invitation.

Han Fen bowed his knees, kowtowed three times, and performed the bowing ceremony.

Gegla pretended to beg, and Han Fen was lifted up by a force.

"I, the monk from the Nether Realm, also talk about love. The Demonic Monk is not as unbearable as you think." Gegla's eyes softened a little when she looked at Han Fen. "Just like I am planning to invade the Zongheng Domain, this is for the sake of the Netherworld."

The territory is not for myself. If I don't care about them, with my ability, I can't go anywhere in the world? How can I be so deliberate?"

It wasn't until Han Fan heard this that he had some trust in the unfamiliar master in front of him.

"This is your apprenticeship ceremony. You must study diligently." Gegla's phantom made a secret with both hands. A weak light group the size of a fist slowly condensed, and finally floated towards Han Fan, turning into strands of energy threads and integrating into his brain.

.

"Witchcraft? There is also a sword art?" Han Fan was puzzled. He had never been exposed to witchcraft before. As for sword art, he had given up practicing swordsmanship!

"I know you gave up sword practice halfway, probably because of the power of words. Why don't you try again," Gegla said.

Han Fan's eyes suddenly lit up, yes! The energy in his Dantian has mutated. The red-gold energy is so magical. Why didn't he think of using the sword?

When he touched his back, he remembered that Han Mang had already been sent away.

After looking around for a week, I broke off a branch and came back.

Han Fen made the starting move, which was the first of the two swords that Fatty taught him. Fatty said that this move was called Annihilation, but Han Fen would have to change his name if he used it.

When Han Fen felt the red-gold energy turning into sword energy according to the sword style, he was filled with excitement and his eyes were red.

Drawing the sword, there was no sound.

"Since I want to change the name, I will call it... Fatty Yijian." After Han Fan said that, an earthquake-like roar came from the direction of the sword energy.

Giant trees fell down like a mountain.

A flash of surprise flashed in Gegla's eyes. This sword actually contained the meaning of the path of annihilation. It seemed that Han Fan had a good chance.

After explaining some things, Gegla's shadow completely disappeared.

In the underworld, Gegra walked down the light-gathering platform. The platform was floating out of thin air, without any support underneath. Every time Gegra took a step, a black and white step would condense under her feet.

Nether Clan, Nether Palace.

Gegla walked in slowly. The Netherworld Hall occupies a very large area. After entering the hall, there is no light all day long as imagined. Instead, the hall is very bright. The walls and pillars are all white, and the top floor is made of a special transparent stone.

When sunlight passes through this layer of transparent stone, the light projected in will scatter, and the entire hall is bathed in bright light.

There is a thick layer of milky white mist floating on the floor of the hall. This mist has existed since the establishment of the Netherworld Hall.

The mist seems to be alive, constantly condensing into various shapes - houses, pavilions, waterfalls, mountains and rivers, running animals, monks, etc. It is said that the mist will condense into different scenes according to the mood of the Gegla wizard.

.Because the last time Gegla was angry, the fog in the temple condensed into an apocalyptic scene, frightening the demon cultivators in the temple.

There are seventeen seats on both sides of the hall, including the main seat in the middle of the two rows, a total of eighteen. Each seat has a different style, some are made of bones, and some are as red as blood.

Only from these seats can we see some of the characteristics of a monk in the underworld.

The seventeen seats on both sides correspond to the seventeen most powerful demonic monks in the underworld. Including Gegla himself, only two of them are occupied by the underworld, and the rest are ordinary demonic monks.

Gegla stepped into the main seat, glanced at the assembled monks, and sat down slowly.

"Great Wizard, all the back-up forces in the vertical and horizontal domain have been activated, and the eight decent powerful men have been restrained." The one who spoke was the demon cultivator who was sitting in the seat nearest to Gegla's left. It was the old demon who was present.

There is one remaining Nether Tribe monk inside.

Gegla nodded slightly, then tapped the handle of the seat with her index finger. "I called you here today to discuss our next actions in the underworld. Let's all talk about our next step."

There are some differences between the Nether Realm and the Zongheng Realm. In the Nether Realm, a person with absolute strength and power is actually in charge of the life and death of the entire realm, while in the Zongheng Realm, there are three religions standing in a tripod, and there is no absolute leader.

Although Gegla alone holds the power, he always summons these seventeen demon cultivators to discuss matters involving larger matters. The final conclusion is that the minority obeys the majority and will never act arbitrarily.

The underworld is getting better and better under the leadership of Gegla, which is also a scene that the demonic monks are happy to see.

Most magic monks trust the great wizard unconditionally. In their hearts, Gegra is the unparalleled god.

"Although we have restrained the eight monks, it is only temporary. This kind of thing cannot last forever. We must leave enough time for Han Fan and ourselves." The one on the Bone Seat carried a handful of

The monk with the long bone knife spoke.

"Those who are not of my race must have different hearts. After all, Han Fen is a native of the Zongheng Realm. He has joined Confucianism since the beginning. It is still unknown whether this son will fall in love with our Nether Realm." The person who spoke was the blood-red seated person.

The magic cultivator.

With these two people's opinions of good and bad, the rest of the people started to put forward their own ideas. In short, most of them thought Han Fan was untrustworthy.

"You don't have to worry about Han Fan's return to the underworld. He officially worships me as his master." When Gegla said this, everyone was shocked.

You have to know how many demon cultivators are fighting for their scalps in the underworld and want to be Gegla's disciples, even if they are willing to be a handyman, but in the end they accept a decent person who is originally a Confucianist.

"Everyone, please be quiet. Han Fan practiced Demon Devouring by chance and is now a pure demon cultivator." The old devil explained.

After hearing this, these demonic cultivators calmed down. If this was the case, then Han Fan would be considered a pure underworld cultivator.

"I heard that he has a golden Confucian qualification, so... practicing Demon Devour, there won't be any side effects or constraints, right?" A demon cultivator asked.

"Compared to before, I am only stronger, not weaker." Gegla responded.

"The golden qualification genius that Confucianism has met for hundreds of years has become the magic of the underworld, falling into the magic way, hahahahahahaha, what expression is the face of the old guy?"

A woman in a bright red dress smiled brightly.

Her lips were painted purple, and her eyes had no whites, only endless purple. No one dared to stare into her eyes. Anyone who dared to do so would either die mysteriously, or have their Taoist heart broken, and their cultivation level would plummet. Of course, everything

There are exceptions, and this exception is naturally Gegla.

"Xiao Zi, be careful. The devil's path is also the right path, and it is also the path that can lead to immortality and ascension. How can it be said that it is falling." When Gegla mentioned this woman, there was a little emotion in her tone.

"Oh, a slip of the tongue." The woman known as Xiao Zi spat out her red tongue, which was brighter than her clothes, and lowered her head guiltily.

The final result of the discussion was to continue to increase the pressure on the vertical and horizontal domains, and at the same time spend a huge amount of money to build a temporary space passage. The requirements were not high, as long as it could allow monks from the four realms to pass through, it was enough.

As for this price, it is to sacrifice all the cultivation of a prophet in the Sixth Realm of the Underworld.

Before he died, Gegla stopped one of the demon cultivators.

"Blood Demon, from now on you will do less things to massacre the village. Although you are not the one to take action, you are the one who gave the order. This cause and effect will eventually affect you."

The blood demon was the demon cultivator sitting on the blood-red seat. Hearing Gegla's advice, he was a little confused.

"My underworld monks are originally based on blood. How can we practice without killing people? Besides, we are demons. Isn't it natural to kill people?"

"You don't have to kill people. There are many ways to obtain blood. We demon cultivators are also human beings. It's enough to kill the people who deserve to be killed." Gegla patted his shoulder and did not want to say more.
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