A small attic, exuding gloomy light, until a long time later, a voice came from the building.
"If I go out, there will be no immortals in the world." A voice of vicissitudes of life came from the depths under the stairs, and the voice was full of exhaustion.
Until a ray of light appeared, like a projection, in front of this black fog, there appeared an old man dressed in white with white beard and hair, and it was difficult to see the old man. He sat cross-legged on a boulder, closed his eyes and said nothing. Around, there was lava tumbling, braving flames.
"I know, but there is always something that needs to be proved. On the ninth plane, the immortal whose strength is almost restored to immortality is killing the Quartet. You know, I can't help it yet." There is still a mixture in the mist. Messy sound.
"He is a very powerful person. I thought for a long time. The reason why he has the ability to resurrect this free and unfettered celestial immortal should be the prescription he got from the ancient way." The white-haired old man did not open his lips, but his voice returned. Around.
"Ancient Road? Where is it?" The people in the mist seemed surprised, because they had never heard of it before.
The old man no longer speaks.
The foggy man also waited quietly, and finally said: "I underestimated him, and resurrected him with his hundreds of years of ghosts and ghosts. I just want to know, Heaven, what happened, he must know. , But failed. I saw the failure with my own eyes, but I don’t know what he did to bring him back to life. He must have known what happened in his mouth, don’t you want to know?"
"You said, is this immortal lucky or unfortunate. The new immortal emperor came to the throne and amnesty all the prisoners, in the immortal prison, in the hell, and even the devil can be exchanged back. I just stole it after drinking. After eating all kinds of elixir that the immortals congratulated the immortal emperor, he was discovered, and the immortal bones were broken, and he became the first immortal of the new emperor to be beaten into the eighteenth hell.
One year, less than a year, the heavenly court suddenly closed, and all the immortals, including the scattered immortals, were gone, and even the real masters of the underworld, such as Yan Luo and Meng Po, were also missing.
I told you that although I was in the eighteenth hell, the torture suffered by Yama was almost destroyed, my body was broken, the veins were sealed, and the bones were shattered. Only a trace of the fairy soul like fireflies barely supported me. At that time I thought I was about to fall into reincarnation, but at that moment, I really felt an unmatched divine mind directly penetrate the eighteen layers of hell, glanced at me, and a thought left me only The fairy soul goes out. "The white-haired old man has a plain tone, as if telling a story about others.
"But you finally survived, and after so many years, the immortal veins have reunited, and the cultivation base has recovered under the elixir of various planes for hundreds of years in the underworld." Wuqi's voice fluctuated a little: "Of course, It's also because of the elixir you eat."
At this moment, the white-haired old man's eyelids moved slowly until he slowly opened his eyes. What kind of eyes are they, and they seem to be no different from ordinary people, but they look like they look. When we reach the vast starry sky, it is full of compassion, kindness, killing, evil thoughts...
Those eyes looked at the fog for a long time, and finally the tone was a little disappointed: "You can't compare with him back then. Although today's underworld still walks through six reincarnations, it can no longer be called a divine residence."
"I know, but it's better than nothing," the mister didn't seem to be angry at all: "There must be immortals."
"Didn't you make two-handed preparations, on the one hand to cooperate with others, on the other hand, waiting for the memory of Po Meng to wake up." The white-haired old man said.
"You told me this method. The memories of Possessions from the past generations are inherited from the same line. I have waited for so many years and waited for so many Possessions. But now, there is only one hopeful, and only one may be able to help me. I thought I had to wait again. After all, the prescription you gave me was impossible." There was a bit of excitement in the voice of the fog.
"However, after all they left the last memory and didn't shatter it on their own, and you are not allowed to interfere. As long as there is any intervention, even if it is an extreme idea, there will be no Mengpo in the world from now on."
"I did not intervene. For her, I can only choose to wait, but now this fairy is alive after all, and only you can know from him what happened that year. There are already some planes and no immortals. When it comes, the underworld will be completely closed, and the ghosts will be sent to death for nothing. In the past few years, there have been more than 700 banned planes. If you go down, the underworld will not last long. When the time comes, it will be completely Chaos is all the planes." The fog sound is full of distress and unwillingness.
The white-haired old man stopped speaking, and the two fell silent again: "I have a divination for myself. If I leave the eighteenth hell, I will die."
The misty figure was visibly stagnant: "That is just a pseudo-immortal, it is no longer even a fairy, and you, a real fairy, or a fairy monarch of Zeng Jin."
"Just take my divination wrong, I didn't expect, ah, I didn't expect that this immortal will become the last immortal in this world, kid, remember this immortal's name, my name is Yaoyuekong!" The white-haired old man suddenly Haha laughed, and finally the projection slowly dissipated, but the laughter still returned to this space.
The attic in front of me is the appearance of the top of the eighteen-story hell. Since there has been no queen in the world, it has not been opened again. For thousands of years, it has only shut down one person, no, one immortal, one, true immortal.
The mist twisted until it was silent, and bowed toward the black attic to salute.
"Thanks Xianjun!"
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[Wow, it's incredible, so many ghosts! 】
[There are female ghosts and female ghosts, so beautiful. 】
[There is a restaurant here. Are all the underworlds so noble? 】
[Is this the Ghost World Castle? My grandma was so kind when she was alive, she must still enjoy her ghost life here. 】
[Anchor, don't go ahead, it's too dark, you can see it, we can't see it. 】
[Is this a dead city? There are still dead souls queuing up. Seeing them all look scared, they must have done something wrong. 】
[Oh my god, I saw the cow head horse noodles! 】
[Anchor, the valuables I burnt for my ancestors, paper houses, maids, deer, horses, etc., can you receive them and how? 】
……
At this moment, it’s like visiting a temple fair. There are hustle and bustle with ghosts everywhere. After all, this time, almost the area where Zhongzhou is located, all ghosts and ghosts, no matter which city gate, all come back. At least what you have seen so far is just There are at least eight or nine hundred thousand ghosts, and the follow-up may still be rushing back.
In the live broadcast, Su Yan took everyone to wander around, causing everyone to scream and rewards. Su Yan liked the appearance of their unseen most, especially when the number of local tyrants increased, the rewards were smashing, and the soul star value was even more smashing. Go up.
"Don't talk about everyone, I have to apply quickly within the scope of Fengdu. The procedure must be very troublesome. I hope to see me as a ghostly official and give me a special offer." After Su Yan finished speaking, he hurried to go deeper. (End of this chapter)