Eternal gate

Emperor Hades left, leaving Zhao Yun with a melancholy look on his face. He sprayed him for most of the night, and his seniors also shouted a lot, but he still didn't make anyone happy. Not to mention going home, it was difficult to get out of hell.

Here, Emperor Hades has landed on the top of a mountain.

Emperor Huang then manifested, and golden light shrouded the dusk.

"After listening for a long time, what do you think?" Emperor Hades asked.

"I think searching for souls is the most direct way." Di Huang spoke slowly.

"If it can be found, why bother with this?"

"You are the emperor!...There is always a way."

"It doesn't hurt to stand and talk." Emperor Ming glanced sideways.

Although he was speaking out, there was a hint of embarrassment in his tone.

Soul searching is a good secret method, but it is ineffective for that person. In other words, there is a powerful restriction in the boy's soul, and the person who planted the restriction is not low-level, so a forced soul search is not impossible. But it is tantamount to murder.

"Great Chu Heavenly Court."

While the two were talking, they suddenly heard a roar that shook the entire world.

It was a call from the stars. Perhaps it was so sad that even in the underworld, it was clearly audible.

Emperor Huang's golden eyes flashed, while Emperor Hades' eyes were deep. They both looked at the vast starry sky through the interface barrier. What they saw was a sea of ​​people, some wielding swords, some flying in the air, some riding spiritual beasts, or driving chariots, rushing in and out. Running towards a sea of ​​stars, the most eye-catching thing is the blood-stained battle flags with the four characters Dachu Tianting, which makes people want to cry.

"Counting the time, he has been suppressed for a hundred years."

"Calculating the time, it's time for the Zhutian Sect to return."

Both of them murmured, and there was a deep sadness in their words.

This is a world where gods, demons, immortals and Buddhas coexist. This is an era of chaos in the world. There is a descendant whose journey against heaven is paved with blood and bones.

Ah sneeze!

In the eighteenth level of hell, Zhao Yun sneezed.

The state of his soul was a little weak, and he was blown away by the cold wind, which made his heart feel cold. He probably had a cold, and he was sneezing one after another.

Emperor Hades left, but he was not idle. He was squatting there digging a hole.

He dug out piles of soil, ignited dim flames with his soul power, and refined traces of invisible cosmic power to cultivate and nourish his soul body.

Here... there is no aura of heaven and earth.

All he can use is this tiny bit of power.

The idea is good, but the reality is cruel.

After working for most of the night, I was exhausted, but I didn't accomplish much.

It doesn’t matter, if we gather less, we will make more.

One day, he will be able to reshape his original soul, and his soul state will be unwelcome. When he creates his true body, he should be able to find a good job. Even if he cannot return to the original universe, he will probably be able to leave this dark world. Eighteen levels of hell.

All beginnings are hard.

The road has to be walked step by step, and the road home is still long.

He had been digging for several months. His transparent soul body was stained black and black, and he was severely malnourished. In addition, his soul power was weak. A slightly stronger wind could send him flying all over the sky. When he fell, , I will definitely fall into pieces.

Today, he couldn't get up for a while.

The fall was too hard and miserable, and my head was buzzing.

"If you train the power of the universe like this, you should be able to create the soul in eight hundred years." Zhao Yun covered his forehead and sat there alone to settle accounts. The only thing he blames is that the power of the universe here is too thin, regardless of its purity or richness. They are all extremely weak.

Therefore, we have to gather less to make more.

It is estimated that it will take at least eight hundred years to create the true body.

Woohoo...!

In the raging dark wind, there were many wailing sounds of ghosts.

When Zhao Yun heard this, he subconsciously glanced sideways and could see strange things looming in the darkness, most of them crawling out of the ground. The so-called howling sounds came from them.

what's that?

Zhao Yun narrowed his eyes slightly.

After waiting for a look, he suddenly turned over and jumped up.

No wonder he was like this, because in all directions, there were souls with weird shapes, both human and animal, with ferocious faces, and their bloodshot eyes shone with a green and sinister light, which made him feel horrified all over. .

Evil ghost?

Zhao Yun said something in his heart.

Yes, it must be an evil ghost, because every soul is full of evil thoughts, evil thoughts and resentment, which is somewhat similar to the evil spirits or evil spirits in the original universe.

I forgot, how can there be no cruel things in this eighteenth level of hell?

"I'm new here, please bear with me." Zhao Yun cupped his hands and clasped his fists.

When it was over, the guy turned around and ran away, because an evil spirit had already pounced on him. It was shaped like a wolf, its body was scarlet, and it looked ferocious and terrifying. With such an attitude, it was obvious that it was not here to chat about family affairs, but to eat people. .

Don't run and wait to be picked up?

With his little soul power, if he were pressed, he would not be torn into pieces.

Roar!

He ran in front, while the blood wolf demon chased behind him, his roar deafening.

"I provoked you."

Zhao Yun cursed loudly, and Mou ran away with all his strength.

If someone from the original universe saw this, they would be completely shattered.

He is a man who has cut down gods.

Now, he was being chased by a little wolf cub and was humiliated at his grandma's house.

That being said, you have to run away if you have to. If you are not strong enough and are in an awkward situation, it doesn't matter if you give in once or twice.

However, his temporary evasion made the blood wolf demon even more ferocious and cruel, chasing after him all the way. Not only was he bigger than Zhao Yun, but he was also very fast.

It didn't take long before Zhao Yun was caught up.

The blood wolf demon Ling Tian pounced, and he was really impressed. He didn't say any nonsense, opened his mouth and bit, easily tore off one of Zhao Yun's arms, chewed it into pieces after three strokes.

"Fuck you."

Zhao Yun gritted his teeth and forced himself to use the secret technique.

Seeing the flash between his brows, the Heavenly Destroying Yuanshen Sword was slashed out.

In order to use this attack, it can be said that it cost him half his life.

There is no way, after death, his condition is not good, his soul power is extremely weak, and he can't withstand the consumption of the secret method. Just this Heaven-Destroying Yuanshen Sword has taken away 80% of his soul power. This is why he doesn't use the Art of Immortality. Because of the true body.

I'm afraid that before the soul can be created, I will die first.

Without fundamental support, even the most heaven-defying secret technique is just a decoration.

Zheng!

The Yuan Shen Sword clanged and struck into the blood wolf evil ghost's head.

This sword was so effective that the evil spirit was caught off guard and fell to the ground with a wail.

Although the evil ghost is dead, there is a ray of light floating out, which is the soul power of the evil ghost.

"nice one."

Zhao Yun had quick eyes and quick hands, grabbed it with one hand, and immediately integrated it into his soul body.

How it feels! It's not ordinary comfort. It's like a beggar who has been hungry for three or five days. After taking a sip of hot meat porridge, he feels like he has eaten. Not to mention how wonderful it is.

"That's what you mean!"

Zhao Yun murmured and couldn't help but look at the evil ghosts in all directions.

Every ghost here has more or less soul power. A powerful evil ghost has a lot of soul power and is very refined. A weak evil ghost, like the blood wolf just now, has a weak and thin soul power.

At this moment, Zhao Yun's eyes flashed, as if he had found a way to make a fortune. As long as he killed the evil ghost, he could take away his soul power, and then use it for himself. Although it was very rare, it was better than the pitiful one. The power of the universe.

"Brother Long, I'm very angry today." Zhao Yun stroked Xuan Huan's sleeves, his energy was extraordinary.