Eternal gate

The dark sky and earth are filled with lightning and thunder.

And Zhao Yun was lying here quietly, alone, like a lonely ghost abandoned in a burial ground, with no one to pity him and no one to care about him.

The man in black robe and the golden figure from the archeology have long since left. They have been researching for a long time, even searching for souls, but they still haven’t figured out the reason. They just want to stay cool.

Speaking of the two of them, their identities are not simple. One is the Underworld Emperor, the ruler of this world; the other is the Emperor Huang, the most powerful holy body in history. Because they are destined to this place, they have become accustomed to living there.

Woohoo...!

Suddenly, there was an eerie feeling in the wind.

Looking around, I realized that there were monsters one after another.

Oh no, it should be a ghost, or to be more precise, an evil spirit, crawling out of the cracks in the earth. Various evil spirits are hiding in the darkness, staring at Zhao Yun, their bloodshot eyes glowing with green light.

If anyone were here, it would be scary to see it.

As time passed, more evil ghosts crawled out, some big and small, humanoid and beastly, with different shapes. The only thing they had in common was that they were looking at Zhao Yun. Most of them were licking their scarlet tongues, like a pack of evil wolves, staring at Zhao Yun. A little sheep.

After looking around, no one dared to come forward, and there was still fear and fear hidden in their eyes.

They are not afraid of Zhao Yun, but of Emperor Ming and Emperor Huang. Although they have left, their aura remains. Even a trace of aura is enough to deter them.

Here, the evil spirits come and go as they please.

Maybe he was too tired, maybe his soul power was too weak, Zhao Yun slept for a long time, and he still has no sign of waking up. He doesn't know anything about the world, and he doesn't know that he died in the outer universe.

Even he himself didn't know, let alone his relatives, friends and enemies, that they didn't give up because of his death. Not only did they not give up, they also ignited the flames of war throughout the world of immortals and gods.

When the killing cries stopped, blood mist filled the starry sky, and there were mountains of corpses and seas of blood everywhere.

In a huge melee, I don’t know how many inheritances were destroyed, and I don’t know how many powerful people were buried.

"Find it for me."

Although the war is over, things are not over yet.

Such loud shouts are spreading throughout the starry sky infinitely.

It was the God of Death in the Dark Realm, with Shi Ming's bloody clothes on his feet, like a king overlooking the world.

Looking for, what are you looking for? Naturally, I am looking for the remnants of the Immortal Court, looking for the inheritance of the Moon God, looking for the Taoists, looking for the Immortal Sect... I will find all the hostile forces and either not kill them or kill them all to avoid causing trouble in the future.

On this day, more gods ended up searching the stars unscrupulously.

They would rather kill a thousand and not miss a single one. This is their code of conduct.

The devastated starry sky has set off another catastrophe. Too many inheritances have suffered, too many casual cultivators have died tragically, and the immortal world has been washed away with blood.

Well...!

I don’t know what day it was before Zhao Yun woke up from his deep sleep.

The moment he opened his eyes, his eyes were full of chaos, without a trace of clarity, and he even lay on the ground without moving for a while.

It wasn't until he regained consciousness and dispelled the haze in his eyes that he suddenly sat up and looked around for the first time. Seeing that he was in a soul state, he couldn't help but be startled, "I...am still alive?"

Yes, he is still alive because he is conscious and has a clear mind.

He couldn't believe it, and slapped himself on the face. Well...it hurt.

"Am I not dead?"

Zhao Yun covered his forehead, recalling everything he could.

He remembered very clearly that at the place where the Moon God returned to the ruins, he was beaten to death by the gods.

There was no way he could survive in that situation.

But now, why does he still have a soul? Someone saved him?

Thinking of this, he subconsciously stood up, first looked around, and then looked up at the sky.

There is lightning and thunder in nothingness.

The magma of the earth is vertical.

The whole world seemed to be covered with a layer of black cloth, it was dark and dark, and there was a raging wind.

If you listen carefully, you can still hear the wail of a ghost.

No matter where you look at it, it looks like the legendary eighteen levels of hell.

"The underworld?"

Zhao Yun murmured, feeling so sure in his heart.

My father and mother died and went to the underworld.

Today, he is probably experiencing the same situation. Although he was killed in the fairy world, his soul went to the underworld. He died, but he was still alive. In this way, everything can be explained.

"wrong."

After thinking about it, he suddenly raised his head and looked around with slightly narrowed eyes.

Finally, he looked up at Cang Miao again, his shining eyes as deep as the abyss.

After looking at it for a long time, he came to the conclusion, "This is not the original universe."

When he closed his eyes, he squatted down, grabbed a handful of soil, put it in front of his nose and smelled it again and again. Maybe it looked good, so he stuck out his tongue and licked it to taste the saltiness.

That's it, it's still not over.

He used his soul power to ignite a flame and exercise the soil in his palm to the utmost, until the soil was turned into ashes. There was a trace of light hidden in the flying ashes, which was a thousand times thinner than an ox hair.

This is the cosmic power here.

The Demon King said that everything in the world has its origin, but there are only some differences. For example, the origin of the universe in the spiritual energy and the power of the universe in the Sea of ​​Infinity are far from the same level in terms of intensity or purity.

"Outer Universe."

Looking at the light wrapped around his fingertips, Zhao Yun murmured to himself, convinced that the conclusion was true.

Why do you say that! It's just that the most original power of this place is completely different from his soul power.

If calculated in terms of attributes, the origin of the original universe was the wind attribute.

The origin of this universe is more of a fire attribute.

what's the situation!

Zhao Yun was a little confused.

If he died in the underworld of his own universe, there would be nothing wrong with him, but why would he die in the underworld of an outer universe? Moreover, it is also the underworld of an outer universe.

What do you mean, the universe and the hell in the universe are connected?

Or is it that the hell in his own universe is infested with ghosts, and that’s why he was thrown here?

For a time, he thought about many possibilities, and all of these possibilities were possible.

There is no use in overthinking.

Be it the underworld or the outer universe, at least he still has a soul left.

If you have a soul, you can return the Yang, and if you return the Yang, you can hope to return to the original universe.

There is nothing wrong with this idea. The process may be difficult, but it is not despair after all.

Thinking about the blue-haired young man, isn't it that his universe is developing obscenely?

Thinking of this, he called to the sky, "Is there anyone there?...Senior?...Big brother?...Beauty?...Sister?"

As soon as he came out with this title, there was a long list, because he didn't know who was the master here, let alone whether the master here was a man or a woman. Let him out.

When people are under the eaves, they have to bow their heads, and they can't curse loudly!

For a long time, no one responded.

For a long time, there were only lightning, thunder and ghosts wailing.

He didn't call again. For this reason, he also found a good reason for himself. The boss here was probably not awake yet, so it was not good to disturb others.

Gotta find something to do.

He sat cross-legged and closed his eyes in meditation.

It's not easy to die once! The cultivation of the Immortal King Realm had made him work all the way to the Tianwu Realm, and his extremely weak soul was chilled by the gusts of cold wind.