After leaving the Yama Hall, Ye Chen took Kui Niu to the direction of the ghost town.
The most urgent task is to help Kui Niu condense his soul.
Condensing the soul to the soul consumes a lot of money and takes a long time.
Condensing the spirit, this process will be very slow and take a long time.
In the past, when he and Zhao Yun were in the eighteenth level of hell, they had the help of the ocean of soul power, and they were able to condense their souls by chance.
But Kui Niu was different. Without the support of majestic soul power, he had to resort to the method of planting souls to gather his own soul step by step.
Fortunately, he had three months to spare.
More importantly, he was relatively wealthy this time, not as poor as when he first came to the underworld, when he was really poor.
If you have enough financial resources, everything will be easy to handle. Money can make ghosts grind. In the underworld, the most indispensable thing is ghosts.
"Old Qi, is there an emperor in this underworld?" When passing by a ghost mountain, Kui Niu couldn't help but tilted his head and asked tentatively.
"Indeed, there is, the Lord of the Underworld." Ye Chen smiled.
"It's really shocking." Kui Niu grinned and clicked his tongue.
Who would have thought that there would be a living emperor in the underworld? He was a supreme being. It was unreal even if he thought about it.
It is a great honor to live under the rule of the Great Emperor.
Unfortunately, this great emperor is in the underworld, not in the heavens.
Just imagine, if there is a great emperor in the Wan Realm, when the demon invades, the battle will not be so fierce and countless lives will be killed.
"The underworld is much more interesting than you think." Ye Chen smiled, took a step forward, and increased his speed.
"Even if you have the emperor, what else is impossible?" Kui Niu took a deep breath and followed Ye Chen closely.
Soon after, the two lost control of themselves and entered the ghost town together.
Fortunately, Ye Chen has been here for a long time and has become a habit.
Kui Niu, on the other hand, was weeping all the way. Except for the black spots, this underworld seemed to be no different from the underworld.
However, although the streets of the ghost town were lively, he couldn't help but shiver. The city was full of ghosts and it was chilly behind him.
Ye Chen smiled, led Kui Niu, and went to one shop after another, buying pills. Without exception, they all replenished his soul power.
After wandering around for a long time, the two of them walked into Yijian Alley and rented a small garden for 1,500 Mingshi.
The small garden is not big, only a hundred feet in circumference, with an old tree and two stone houses, shrouded in darkness, just like dusk.
The dark wind is raging everywhere in the underworld, and Xiaoyuan is no exception.
In other words, no matter where you go, it's all gloomy and underworld! It has to look like the underworld.
"Why is there a red lantern hanging in front of every room?" Kui Niu scratched his head, "Is this a custom in the underworld?"
"God knows." Ye Chen smiled, waved his hand and held out an altar, but carved patterns and arranged the concentration circle.
"It's better to go to the underworld." Kui Niu muttered.
"After I died, have you ever been to the Heng Yue Sect in Dachu?" Ye Chen asked while carving the formation patterns.
"I've been there. Your tomb is there." Kui Niu said sadly.
"I'd rather not." Ye Chen smiled, his voice hoarse, and there was a hint of vicissitudes in his deep eyes.
"It's good to keep it in mind." Kui Niu said with a smile.
"See, my master." Ye Chen's eyes were full of hope.
"I have never seen it." Kui Niu shook his head, "I heard that when you died, she almost transformed into a Dao and was sealed by the Kunlun Goddess."
Hearing this, Ye Chen's body trembled violently, so much so that even the formation lines were engraved sideways, and his iron heart ached.
He could imagine how heartbroken Chu Xuan would be after his death.
After waiting for the past life and this life, another three hundred years have been wasted, and I have missed it again and again, each time more cruel than the last.
They were obviously in love, but they were teased by God. Their relationship was riddled with holes, and both he and she were devastated.
As for her being sealed by Donghuang Taixin, he was not surprised.
Ruoxi is involved here, and Chu Xuan is probably related to her. How could Donghuang let her die before she could figure it out.
"If you ask me, Da Chu should stop guarding Zhutian Gate."
"It's time to let the Heavenly Demon in and let the Primordial Clan have a taste."
"When the devil invades, no one can retreat."
"The demons were driven back, and they all came out to cause trouble again."
Kui Niu continued to speak, and the more he spoke, the more resentful he became. His eyes shone with cold light, and his hatred for the ancient clan was no less than that of the demons.
"One day, the Great Desolate will rise." Ye Chen spoke calmly, using this expression to hide the anger in his heart.
"If you go back, you will be able to lead the world and create glory again." Kui Niu looked solemn, extremely confident in Ye Chen.
"We'll talk about it when we can go back." Ye Chen smiled and withdrew his magical power, "Sit on the altar array and I'll help you gather your soul."
"Okay!" Kui Niu stood up, climbed onto the altar in one step, and sat cross-legged, like an old monk sitting in meditation, with a majestic appearance.
Ye Chen settled down, a divine light flashed between his eyebrows, and the fire of the soul surged, drowning Kui Niu, helping him refine the impurities in his soul.
Then, a ray of primordial spirit is planted into Kui Niu's soul body, and like a seed, it will take root, sprout, and condense into primordial spirit.
Next, the essence of soul power was drawn from Ye Chen's body and integrated into Kui Niu's soul body, which could be regarded as strengthening his soul.
Finally, many pills for replenishing soul power were crushed.
After doing this, Ye Chen breathed a sigh of relief and stepped back.
On the altar, Kui Niu still sat cross-legged, his soul power gradually increasing.
Under the old tree, Ye Chen snuggled up and looked up at Miaomiao quietly.
Across the yin and yang, he seemed to be able to see the starry sky and the familiar figures.
He desperately wanted to go back and missed his hometown too much.
But he knew that even if he went back now, it would not help.
Even the saint-level Nan Emperor was defeated, and he, a quasi-sage, was also defeated. He was the first living creature in the world, and he was terrifying.
He needs to improve his cultivation. Even if he wants to leave, he must take Chu Ling with him. He cannot leave her alone in the underworld.
Investigating the root cause, it is still cultivation. Only when he reaches the level of a saint can he be promoted to the rank of Underworld General and be qualified to see Chu Ling.
"Wait for me." Ye Chen looked confused and his eyes were hazy.
A gust of dark wind blew, and he closed his eyes and fell into a deep sleep.
The small garden was peaceful, with howls coming from time to time, and evil spirits appearing from time to time, but they were driven away on the spot by Ye Chen's restrictions.
There was a faint moonlight slanting down, shining on Ye Chen's face.
His little finger trembled slightly, his calm expression showed a trace of pain, and his brows were furrowed tightly.
In a blur, his mind was pulled into an artistic conception.
In the artistic conception, there is a vast starry sky, boundless, with stars shining brightly and brilliantly.
"This is... All Heavens and All Realms." Ye Chen looked around in astonishment, and was extremely certain that this artistic conception was All Heavens and All Realms.
"Dream back to the heavens?" He scratched his head with a strange expression.
When he was stunned, he suddenly saw the starry sky trembling and a roaring sound erupted.
In the distance, a figure walked through the air with a majestic figure.
The man wore golden armor and held a halberd. His golden hair was flowing, and every strand was dyed with divine brilliance.
His eyes are deep and boundless, encompassing the heavens and the earth, and have the supreme avenue, evolving on their own within, outlining the vision of destroying the sky.
But he seemed to be very old, with many wrinkles on his face and a long beard. Although his back was straight and straight, there was a hint of rickets.
He was seriously injured, with blood all over his body and numerous scars. Every step he took was a bloody footprint.
Ye Chen narrowed his eyes slightly and stared at the man's eyebrows, where an ancient divine pattern was engraved, a divine pattern exclusive to the Holy Body.
In other words, that person is an ancient holy body.
Moreover, it is still an ancient holy body that has reached its old age.
"Junior Ye Chen, I have met my predecessors." Ye Chen saluted hurriedly, full of awe, although the holy body could not see him.
After he finished the ceremony, the old holy body had stopped.
Maybe he was too tired, maybe he was too injured, maybe he was too old, so he sat in the starry sky, buried his head, and was about to fall asleep. The golden light all over his body also dimmed a lot.
Ye Chen passed over and squatted beside the old holy body.
Looking at the old face of the old holy body, he couldn't help but stretch out his hand to wipe away the vicissitudes and traces of time.
The old holy body is too old, its life is about to end, and its end is approaching.
At this moment, he can best explain what it means to be a hero in his twilight years.
He is as tall as the emperor, but he is no match for the years that are like knives. The scarred ancient holy body is full of traces.
"Ba Yuan, you... also have today." Suddenly, a misty female voice echoed through the starry sky, cold and majestic.
The old saint who had his head buried in his head raised his head, and stood up abruptly using the euphorbia as a support. His scattered eyes gathered together again.
"Who are you?" the old saint said lightly.
"You, you have no right to know." The starry sky suddenly cracked open, colorful energy spurted out, and a white-haired woman slowly walked out.
The woman was covered with a mask, and her whole body was surrounded by colorful fairy clouds.
In her hand, she held a seven-colored fairy sword that clanked and moved.
"The Immortal Killing Sword." Ye Chen's eyes suddenly shone with a cold light, staring intently at the seven-colored fairy sword in the hand of the white-haired woman.
He could see that it was the Zhuxian Sword, and he could also see that it was the damn Zhuxian Sword that controlled the white-haired woman.
The starry sky stirred, and the old holy body and the white-haired woman went to war.
The fluctuations of the war were extremely huge, and stars exploded.
Every time the two collide, they have visions of destroying the world.
The old holy body was at a disadvantage and could not stop the attack of the Zhuxian Sword. The holy body healed again and again, but exploded again and again.
It's not that he is no match for the white-haired woman and the Zhuxian Sword, it's just that he is old, seriously injured, and far from his peak condition.
He was defeated, and he was bleeding in the starry sky. The wisps of ancient holy blood were shocking and dazzling in the vast starry sky.
In the small garden, Ye Chen had passed away, but the veins on his forehead were exposed, his eyes were blood red and bloodshot, and he was about to bleed.
Another ancestor of the Holy Body was killed by the Immortal Killing Sword.
Just like in the battle of Chen, he was killed in a weak state.
Involuntarily, Ye Chen lowered his eyes and looked at his body.
Looking at the bright pieces of holy bones, it was not difficult for him to guess that these holy bones belonged to Ba Yuan, and that was the artistic conception it brought him to.
But he couldn't figure out why the Immortal Killing Sword couldn't get along with the ancient holy body. It was Ba Yuan in the front and Chen Zhan in the back.
This is just what he knows. God knows how many holy bodies that damn Immortal Killing Sword has destroyed in the course of time.
"Two seniors, this junior will avenge you."
Ye Chen's words were sonorous and his eyes were firmer than ever before. One day, he would smash that damn Immortal Killing Sword.
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