After the immortal disappeared

Zhao Youshen's soul fire flashed: "Yes, the Three Holy Gods are extremely strict with us new gods, and they kill them at every turn. Especially the Holy God of Death, who will even imprison the souls of the new gods into his body In the Kingdom of Death, suffering.”

When He Lingchuan heard this, he became interested: "Tell us more about this Kingdom of Death."

"That is also called the Kingdom of the Undead. It is an illusory divine kingdom created by the Holy Death in the void with his divine power. After death, living beings will fall into the Kingdom of the Undead, where they will suffer or be reincarnated!"

Why does his uncle sound so familiar?

The two words "reincarnation" struck deeply in He Lingchuan's heart.

"The Holy Death is the most terrifying of the three holy gods. Once the New God revolted and angered him, he directly released an army from the Kingdom of the Dead. The number was overwhelming! The one who caused the rebellion was also a powerful god, but he was This army led by Santa Muerte was torn to pieces!”

He Lingchuan's eyes flickered: "Since it is invincible, how many times has this army been deployed?"

"What I heard was just this once." Zhao Youshen continued, "But with the decline of the heaven, the power of the Three Holy Gods suddenly weakened greatly, especially the Holy Death's Kingdom of the Undead. The Holy Lord Lingxu took the opportunity to lead The gods resisted and successfully defeated them. Therefore, we regard him as the 'Holy Lord'."

Speaking of which, He Lingchuan had heard the names of other gods. There are true kings and divine kings who are called human beings, and there are heavenly kings and divine kings, but there is really no one who is called a saint.

"So who stole the life godhead? Holy Lord Lingxu?"

"The Three Holy Gods fell, and the Godhead was incomplete. There were only fragments. Holy Lord Lingxu got the Godhead of Life, but the whereabouts of the Godhead of Destiny and Godhead of Death were unknown. Later, later, the Godhead of Destiny was picked up by Nailuotian, and the Godhead of Death belonged to Mitian. "After Mi Tian's death, the death godhead was nowhere to be found."

"Hey, the origin of Mi Tian?" I digressed from the topic, and he listened too intently.

"I told you, no one really knows. Don't you people often have one or two strong men appear for no reason, like you! Human beings also often say that heroes don't ask where they come from!"

"Is this the meaning of this sentence?" Forget it, he would not argue with an uncultured god, "Then no one knows why He has mastered the death godhead, uh, fragments?"

Zhaoyou Soul Fire flashed a few more times, but there was no response.

"Hey, talk."

"I'm too tired." It was just a remnant soul. It had resisted Chaos for so long and was exhausted. "It's about to dissipate."

He Lingchuan knew that it was pretending, but seeing the dim color of its soul fire, he also knew that it was working hard. This cannot be hidden from anyone.

He took out two white flowers from his arms and threw them into the water.

The white flowers penetrated the water unimpeded and sank. Zhaoyoushen didn't know what it was, but it smelled a bit fragrant.

It ate one, trembled, and immediately ate another.

"You... have such a good thing!" I wanted to say "just a mortal", but since this guy can be with the immortals, he can't be considered a mortal.

"Give me another one!"

He Lingchuan held a small white flower in his hand: "Say."

"One time, Holy Lord Lingxu met with Duowentian. I heard him personally say that Mitian's origin is probably related to the Holy Death, and that godhead seems to be inherited."

He Lingchuan suddenly said: "Oh, in His eyes, you are all traitors?"

The God of Zhaoyou is talking.

"What's the law?"

"The Holy Lord didn't elaborate, so how could I dare to ask more questions?" Zhaoyoushen thought for a while and then said, "But I have heard a rumor, so I can't confirm it."

This guy is quite gossipy. Seeing that it shut up again, He Lingchuan threw the little white flower into the water.

Zhaoyoushen swallowed the white flower in one gulp, and his soul fire became a little brighter:

"There are rumors that the plan to transform Tianluo Star was actually proposed by Mitian, who also contributed the most to it back then!"

He Lingchuan asked curiously: "Isn't Tianluo Star refined by the Three Holy Gods?"

"You only have half-knowledge!" Zhao Youshen habitually ridiculed, "The Three Holy Gods captured a growing core of the world and refined it into a powerful but uncontrollable holy weapon; but they truly transformed it into an embedded The Tianluo Star that formed the barrier between the two realms was the five Great Gods, that is, the True Gods. It was already the late stage of the war between gods."

He Lingchuan murmured: "That's it."

The emergence of Tianluo Star directly changed the form of war. At the end of the ancient war, the immortals finally gained the upper hand under the leadership of the Dragon God, and Saint Lingxu and others had to find a way out for the demon clan.

Not only did they find it, but Tianluo Star's successful rewriting of the laws of the world subtly affected the fate of humans and immortals in the following thousands of years.

From this point of view, the transformation of Tianluo Star is the greatest contribution. If there is an imperial temple in the demon world, Mitian should be worthy of enjoying it.

"But after returning to the heaven, the relationship between Mi Tian and us became very tense, and he even killed many gods." Zhao Youshen said, "I know about this much."

As a prisoner, he has a good attitude, unlike the Naluotian clone who is smelly, tough, and refuses to cooperate. He Lingchuan was very satisfied, so he took two steps back and pressed the sacred bone necklace:

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"That's all for now. Okay, let's let Him grow."

He promised Zhaoyoushen that he would let him come out of the puddle.

Zhaoyoushen was relieved to see that he kept his word, but what did he mean by "long"?

Soon, Dafanghu made it clear with practical actions.

The misty forest soon had another small tree.

Looking at the face of the demon on the tree, He Lingchuan let out a long breath.

Zhaoyoushen revealed a lot of important information, but he never expected that the dragon pillar that Mitian made to split the demon world more than a hundred years ago would become an auxiliary weapon for the demon to descend to the world!

This should not be Mitian's original intention. It can only be said that the demons are not easy to deal with.

He patted the tree. It was not without benefits for Zhaoyoushen to turn into a forest. It seemed that his soul was temporarily frozen, so there was no loss. Otherwise, the gods would not be able to bear it if the soul was in the world for too long.

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Panlong world, the eastern border of Xianyou country, Yanshan.

The war had just ended, and He Lingchuan rode back to the camp with another person on his horse.

The Seymour army followed closely behind him, exuding a bloody aura.

The blood on this person wet He Lingchuan's cloak and armor.

Returning to the camp, dismounting, he personally helped the man down and sent him to the medical tent.

The man was still conscious but could not speak. He only grabbed a necklace with a wooden pony as the pendant.

He Lingchuan tried to stop the bleeding for him without raising his head: "I won't do it for you. You have to give it to your son yourself."

The medical officer rushed over and asked when he saw the wound on the man's neck: "Was it caused by Ba?"