Starry sky, the underworld Yan Jun woke up and broke into the realm of heaven.
The thunder of the sky came, destroying the stars of the week, which was terrifying.
Yan Jun of the underworld broke out with amazing abilities, and eighteen hells appeared in the world, blocking many calamities.
World-shattering power, manpower against the sky, under heavy calamities, the underworld Yan Jun broke out with full force, resisting the great calamity of creation.
Outside the calamity, Ning Chen stared at the underworld Yan Jun who was crossing the calamity in front of him, and his expression became more and more solemn.
It was not until Bai Shi's memory was restored that he understood some of the secrets of the Immortal Corpse Parade.
During the corpse parade, it was just a body of Yan Jun of the Underworld, and the soul of Yan Jun of the Underworld was not in it.
This is also the case. In the immortal sedan chair, Difu Yanjun is just an immortal corpse, immortal and immortal.
The ghost girl he knew was the reincarnation of the divine soul of the Underworld Lord Yan, but the ghost girl was just one of them.
If the soul is incomplete, the consciousness of Yan Jun of the underworld is extremely unstable, and he may go mad at any time.
In the starry sky, under the calamity of heaven, Yan Jun of the underworld looked violently in a trance, and his body was unstable.
Gradually, the blood-red color in Yan Jun's eyes dissipated, and a trace of clarity was restored.
The haunted ghost energy, the power is earth-shattering, blocking one after another.
"Xianzun!"
Underworld Yan Jun opened his mouth and said softly.
Ahead, Ning Chen heard the words, his expression shocked, and said, "Have you recovered your memory?"
"My three souls are not complete, and it is difficult to stay awake for a long time, but I have no regrets when I see Immortal Venerable coming back." Yan Jun replied.
"You are Yan Jun from the underworld, and you know more about the soul than anyone else. Why didn't you find the two lost souls?" Ning Chen said puzzled. "It's hard to tell at the moment, Immortal Venerable, I know that you have been looking for Xia Xinyu's soul, although I can't fully perceive her soul, but there are laws for everything, the clear rises, the turbid sinks, and the soul is invisible. things, such as
Today, hell has been destroyed, the soul has nowhere to go, and it is impossible to stay in this world for a long time. "Difu Yan Jun said calmly.
"Not in this world."
Ning Chen murmured softly and asked, "You mean heaven?"
"Um."
Underworld Yan Jun nodded and said, "There are nine levels in the sky. If the soul keeps rising, the only way back is the nine levels."
"Nine Heavens."
Ning Chen's expression condensed, it would be troublesome. If you want to go to Jiuzhongtian, it is inevitable that you have to face the god of the eighth layer again.
"boom!"
At this time, above the sky, the thunder broke through the sky and came again.
The eighteen hells blocked the thunder, and the hells collapsed, Yu Wei shook, the underworld Yan Jun staggered, and there was a blood red in his eyes again.
Consciousness is about to be chaotic again, Difu Yan Jun covers his aching head with both hands, trying to stay awake.
"Jun Yan, too god, have the thirty-three chiefs ever reincarnated? How can I find them?"
Seeing that the consciousness of ghosts and goddesses was about to be lost, Ning Chen's face showed a look of urgency and asked.
"Yes, reincarnated."
Underworld Yan Jun covered his head and said intermittently, "Using Dao... Dao sect exercises, and applying the time-returning technique, you can see the traces of the leaders of Dao sect."
As soon as the words fell, the eyes of Yan Jun of the underworld immediately turned blood red, and with a shrill scream, Gui Yuan rushed to the nine days.
In an instant, in the starry sky, the ghost energy spread rapidly, and the starry sky was completely destroyed by Senluo Ghost Prison.
"Quick, go!"
In Senluo Ghost Prison, the voice of Yan Jun from the underworld came out and said.
But seeing the starry sky, Senluo's hell began to collapse, and it continued to spread around.
Horrible sight, the starry sky turned into hell, devouring everything.
Seeing this, Ning Chen immediately took Guigui and the others back.
Hundreds of miles, thousands of miles, thousands of miles, the starry sky keeps disappearing, and there is no more light to see.
I don't know how far I have withdrawn, but the starry sky has completely disappeared in front of me, and the trace of Yan Jun from the underworld has also disappeared.
Ning Chen's expression condensed, his consciousness dispersed, but he could not find the breath of Yan Jun in the underworld.
"Yan Jun is in control of life and death, and it won't happen easily, don't worry."
Aside, Mu Chengxue spoke, comforting.
"I see."
Ning Chen nodded, didn't say anything, turned and left.
Ten days later, in the Ziwei Star Domain, Star Space, and Ning Chen performed the Daomen cultivation technique to find the reincarnations of the Daomen leaders by the method of returning to the sky and going against the times.
Thirty-three leaders of Taoist sects, Zeng Hua Taishangtian, are extremely powerful and will not easily disappear from the world.
Time passed day by day, and Ning Chen finally saw the reincarnations of the leaders of the Taoist sect from the passing time and space.
After finding the traces of the thirty-three Daomen leaders, Ning Chen's whole body rose with phoenix fire, and with a deep shout, he entered time and space and recast Daomen Taishi Sword.
The first divine sword of Taoism, once famous in China, has now reappeared, tempered by phoenix fire, and created out of nothing.
The dazzling and dazzling magic soldiers, sharp and bright, and vaguely, you can see the style of the Taoist gentleman.
On Ziwei Xing, a star of life, an old man with all white hair and beard walked on the stone steps on the mountain with difficulty step by step.
His lifespan has expired, but the brilliance of the divine nature in the old man's body has become more and more dazzling, and the divine consciousness transcends the physical body and emerges from the physical body.
Gradually, the spirit of the old man rose above the void, brilliance and brilliance, looking at the world below, a smile appeared on the vicissitudes of the face.
"Um?"
At this time, the old man looked at the sky, and immediately stepped forward and flew to the starry sky.
On the starry sky, on the ups and downs of the Taishi sword, the wind of the Taoist gentleman is getting stronger and stronger, surpassing any magic weapon in the world.
Seeing the old man, Ning Chen bowed politely and said, "I have seen the leader."
Touching the breath of the Taoist gentleman's wind, the old man's expression was in a trance, and his memory flooded like a tide.
Not long after, the old man woke up and returned the courtesy.
This scene seems to be the epitome of time. From this day on, the world, the stars of life, Zhiming and others have come one after another, helping the leaders of the Taoist Sect to restore their memories at the last moment of their lives.
The thirty-three chiefs of the Daomen were once sent to the Taishi sword, and their souls were almost inseparable, and they were deeply involved with each other.
Thirty-three leaders of the sect, both male and female, there is no doubt that each of them is a powerful person with amazing talents. After experiencing the drastic changes in the world, their cultivation has broken through the limitations of the past and reached a higher realm.
However, subject to the soul, the lifespan of the thirty-three Daoist leaders is not long, and even if they break into the realm of heaven, it will only be a thousand years of lifespan.
In the starry sky, after the arrival of the last leader of the Taoist sect, he looked at the figures in front of him, his expression changed from confusion to clarity.
"Fellow practitioners, stay safe."
The last leader of the Taoist sect saluted, with a peerless temperament, in no way inferior to any fairies and goddesses.
"Stay safe."
The leaders returned the salute, and then, the figures of the leaders disappeared and returned to one.
Ten steps away, Ning Chen looked at the figure in front of him, with a smile on his face, he saluted respectfully, "Junior Ning Chen, I have seen Senior Taishangtian."
"Marquis Zhiming, we meet again." The voices of the thirty-three leaders of the Taoist sect rang out at the same time, male and female, old and young, complex but consistent, echoing between the heavens and the earth.