Seeing General Shura slapped himself with a slap in the face, Zhang Ye was confused.

Before, the woman in black seemed to call her son, the general called mother, and then knelt down and began to slap herself. Is this woman in black the grand marshal's mother?

I don't know how the three-foot-tall man and the petite black girl were born.

Zhang Ye shook his head to prevent his own random thinking, because these are not the key, the key is that he can't teach the black woman anymore?

"Go back." Emperor Ming was too lazy to talk nonsense with the General Marshal, he scolded.

"Subordinates follow the orders of Emperor Ming." The General Marshal glanced at Zhang Ye helplessly, washing his hands with bitter sea water, and seeing Ming City as defenseless, he should have thought of it as Lord Ming Emperor.

But the General Marshal Shura was still very loyal. He pointed out the identity of Emperor Underworld, and disappeared in a hurry.

The Emperor Ming thought Zhang Ye had a grudge, and it is understandable that the General Marshal named Zhang Ye. Presumably Zhang Ye is already scared to the ground, right?

Emperor Ming turned his head to look at Zhang Ye, only to see that Zhang Ye had already built the object clankingly, and he didn't pay attention to Emperor Ming at all.

Since Emperor Ming came in disguise, he didn’t intend to use Emperor Ming’s arrogance to persecute Zhang Ye, but seeing Zhang Ye’s appearance still felt a little uncomfortable, so he feigned angrily: “Since I know the identity of this seat, I dare to do so. Left out, are you afraid that this seat will kill you?"

Zhang Ye rolled his eyes: "Since you are here to beg me to do something, why should I give you a good face?"

Emperor Ming came here in person, he must be begging for help, Emperor Zhang Ye had seen him, and he didn't bother him.

When Emperor Ming heard this, he suppressed the urge to hit someone: "If this is the case, then open the skylight and speak up. Do one thing for me, as much as you want."

"Don't do your business." Zhang Ye still said that, not only because the woman in black offended him, but also because of things that Emperor Ming couldn't do. Zhang Ye can do a fart, so there is no need to ask more.

"You!" Emperor Ming's last patience was also consumed, and she was about to punch Zhang Ye with her fist. She vowed to swell Zhang Ye's stinky face.

Zhang Ye shuddered, consciously pretending to be too much, and repeatedly said: "Wait, if you dare to hit me again, you don't want to get any benefit from me."

Emperor Ming sneered coldly: "I changed my mind and don't need your help."

Zhang Ye's heart is damned, the Emperor Ming is so unprincipled, how great it is for you to hold on.

Zhang Ye took a few steps back, gritted his teeth and said: "Tell you, if you kill me, no one can deal with the six reincarnations!"

Emperor Ming was stunned on the spot. She didn't seem to say what she wanted, but Zhang Ye guessed it. It seems that although this person is as good as Longyang, he is somewhat clever.

Emperor Ming stopped for a while and asked, "How do you know that I will deal with the six reincarnations?"

Zhang Ye knew something about the Six Reincarnations, and heard Sirius talk about the situation of this battle. The Shura army instinctively uprooted the Buddhist garrison, but because of the six reincarnations, they frightened away Emperor Ming.

Emperor Ming came to Zhang Ye himself. If it weren't for the six reincarnations, Zhang Ye couldn't think of any other reasons, he couldn't have agreed with his body, right?

At this time, listening to Emperor Ming's tone, Zhang Ye guessed right, he was relieved, and then briefly analyzed two sentences.

Emperor Ming asked again: "Then why do you want to say that only you can deal with the six reincarnations?"

Zhang Ye coldly snorted: "Presumably Emperor Ming also knows that Zhang's refining technique is extraordinary. The six reincarnations are essentially just an artifact. However, it has become a climate. No matter how powerful the method is, it cannot be destroyed. The emperor has already realized the power of the six realms of reincarnation, so I don't need to say more."

"In short, there is only one way at present. Send a master who is proficient in refining tools to sneak into the Buddhist residence, waiting for the opportunity to destroy the six reincarnations from the inside!"

"Count it all, only Zhang can do the job in the entire Underworld!"

Zhang Ye's analysis is good. The Emperor Underworld really thinks so. There is no good result in head-to-head with the six reincarnations. Sending a master forging into the internal destruction is the best policy.

Emperor Ming said: "Very well, if you are a bit smart, I will do things for the emperor and will not treat you badly."

"Wait, I never said to help you." Zhang Ye carried his hands behind his back, looking like a dead pig is not afraid of boiling water.

Emperor Ming clenched his fists tightly, thinking that Zhang Yefu was soft, because his bones were guilty again.

Zhang Ye didn't even look at Emperor Ming: "You'd better beat me to death. I won't help you if I'm killed anyway. When I die, the entire underworld will have to be buried for me. It's a bargain."

Before Zhang Ye admitted to counseling, he became tough again at this moment. Without him, the stakes have been clarified, and Emperor Ming would never dare to attack Zhang Ye again.

The Emperor Underworld was indeed a little arrogant before, but Zhang Ye’s fortune and life are indeed related to the safety of the entire underworld. She had to bite her fist away: "Let’s talk about how you are willing to help, but don’t ask too much, otherwise it’s counted. If the underworld is destroyed, I will also kill you."

"What is an excessive condition?" Zhang Ye was slightly interested.

"For example, I want to see my true face." Emperor Ming said sternly.

Zhang Ye asked who do you think you are? In order to see your pockmarked face, the ghost agreed to take risks.

Zhang Ye thought for a moment: "To be honest, I didn't hate that you beat me the last time I didn't help. I and my friends are in the underworld, and I really want to contribute to the stability of the underworld."

"But I am humble in strength. To destroy the Six Paths of Reincarnation, I will definitely die in nine deaths. Just treat me as afraid of death, and ask the Emperor Ming to ask him to be smart!"

Zhang Ye said this with sincerity, but he also didn't say something. Zhang Ye only needs to save up to 10,000 high-grade Taoist stones to resurrect. He doesn't want to get involved in the dispute between the underworld and Buddhism himself. At most, it is enough to help the underworld build a batch of Buddha-killing artifacts.

To put oneself in danger for no reason is an irresponsible performance to oneself, besides, his daughter-in-law is still waiting for him and can't let them down.

Emperor Ming is not an unreasonable person. When Zhang Ye said this, he felt a little embarrassed and pondered for a moment: "If this is the case, please also ask Master Zhang to forget what happened today."

While Zhang Ye breathed a sigh of relief, he was also a little surprised that Emperor Ming didn't even entangle him anymore. This attitude was not like the woman in black who beat him up that day.

Seeing Emperor Ming's delicate back, lonely and lonely, Zhang Ye felt a trace of sympathy in his heart. As a weak woman, shouldering the safety of the entire underworld, it was indeed difficult for her.

But who is not responsible? Everyone has their own path. Since you have chosen a path, you have to go down no matter how difficult it is.

Zhang Ye shook his head and continued to work, just wanting to save up to 10,000 high-grade Taoist stones as soon as possible, so as to leave the land of right and wrong in the underworld.

...

Speaking of the Buddhism station, Venerable Fugui is also idle, and he has a keen interest in the Shura army's Buddha-killing device.

Although the Buddha instructed not to act rashly, no one could swallow this breath after suffering such a big loss.

So Venerable Fugui ordered the people to go down and thoroughly investigate the matter of destroying the Buddha and the Underworld Artifacts.

After some time, the people under his hand really found out something. An evil spirit who had converted to Buddhism reported: "Venerable Enlightenment, his subordinates have sneaked into the city for a few days. After investigation, the Shura army’s Buddha-killing device should be It was made by Zhang Ye."

"Zhang Ye?" Venerable Fugui hadn't heard of this person before, and he continued to ask, only to learn about the dragon and the magic blacksmith shop.

"Huh, a little devil dares to interfere with my great cause of Buddhism, come, and make him go to the deity!"

...

In the past few days, Zhang Ye’s business is getting better and better. I heard that the Shura army can kill so many golden monks, all relying on Zhang Ye’s dark weapons. For this reason, the ghost kings, rakshas, ​​and Shura have flocked to each other, blacksmiths. There are crowds of people at the shop.

Zhang Ye's fees are expensive, but you get what you pay for. He never asks for prices like other ghost tools, which dispels many people's worries.

Zhang Ye’s practice also prompted the gradual standardization of the Underworld Equipment, and slowly began to clearly mark the price, at least the original price of eight thousand eighty eight, the current price of eighty-eight, it depends on whether you are a little sister who took eight yuan. Existed.

In front of the blacksmith's shop, there was also a long line gradually, which was very lively.

"What kind of ghost weapon do you two want to build? How much is it?" Zhang Ye sent away the previous wave of customers and asked the next customers formulaically.

The next customers are two hanged ghosts, their tongues dragging on the ground like a mop, and I don’t know if they will lick the **** when they walk...

Zhang Ye was maligning, and the two hanging ghosts did not speak, and suddenly stepped forward and hugged Zhang Ye tightly.

"Hey, I know you adore me, but don't lick me!" Zhang Ye yelled, and suddenly realized that these two hanged ghosts suddenly burst into golden light, roasting the underworld creatures to sizzle~www.mtlnovel .com~ Zhang Ye was entangled by two hanging ghosts, and he felt the horror of this golden light. This golden light is not other means, but Nirvana Buddha!

Zhang Ye recognized it and lost his face in shock. The immortal cultivation base spewed out, and he broke the arms of two hanged ghosts and threw the two ghosts into the sky.

"Boom, boom!" Two thunderous sounds, the Buddha's light shone, and the underworld was like daylight. Many little ghosts couldn't stand the dazzling Buddha's light and turned directly into blue smoke.

If it hadn't been for Zhang Ye to throw the two ghosts into the sky, the casualties would have been even worse.

Up and down the city, a panic. Soon, the Raksha Army and Shura Army arrived to maintain order, and of course some people came to inquire about Zhang Ye's situation.

But this has nothing to do with Zhang Ye. After routine inquiries, the military left.

But Zhang Ye was worried, why did the two hanged ghosts attack him suicide? They used Nirvana Buddha, are they sent by Buddhism? Could it be because Buddhism knew that he had helped Shura's army to build a Buddha-killing device, so he wanted to get rid of himself?

Of course, Zhang Ye had also doubted whether it was the manpower arranged by Emperor Ming to pretend to be an assassin from Buddhism to kill Zhang Ye, creating a contradiction between Zhang Ye and Buddhism, and forcing Zhang Ye to deal with Buddhism.

But Zhang Ye quickly vetoed it. The method of Nirvana transforming the Buddha can only be used by people with extremely high Buddhist attainments. There is no such person under Emperor Ming.

Zhang Ye didn't want to get involved in the battle between entering Buddhism and the underworld, but he had to be involved in it. He should have thought of helping the Asura army build the underworld weapon.

This time, the Buddhism side underestimated his own strength, and only sent two little ghosts to explode. Zhang Ye was lucky enough to break free, and the next time it might be the Rakshasa ghost.

Worried by Buddhism, like a man on the back.

Zhang Ye thanked the guests behind closed doors, thought for three days, and walked straight to the imperial palace.

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