Eternal Life: My Millennia in the Jiaofang Division

The speed of those immortal cultivators was extremely fast, and they had already approached the portal in the blink of an eye.

When they saw the Holy Prophet Emperor captured by Daoyuan, they were all extremely angry, and their whole bodies were boiling with murderous intent.

Daoyuan couldn't help but be on guard.

After all, facing a group of guys who might be "immortals", even though he was a human god, he didn't dare to show any slightness.

"What kind of monk dares to be rude to the Holy Emperor and won't let me go!"

The immortal cultivators roared and took action one after another.

Strange magical powers of immortality shot out one after another, rushed out of the door and hit Daoyuan hard, knocking Daoyuan back hundreds of feet.

At the same time, there is also a part of the weird immortal magic that is wrapped around the Prophet Holy Emperor, trying to drag the Prophet Holy Emperor into the portal.

Although he was repelled by the opponent at this moment, Daoyuan's face was not afraid, but showed a strange look.

Because he found that those "fairies" seemed to be a bit unworthy of their names.

In the legend of Zixu Continent, immortals are more powerful beings than human gods. Their strength has transcended this world and is unparalleled.

However, the strength of those cultivators in the Holy World of Heavenly Palace disappointed him a little.

Daoyuan admitted that those cultivators had indeed undergone qualitative changes under the transformation of the power of the Holy World of Heavenly Palace, and their strength should be much higher than that of ordinary cultivators at the same level.

Daoyuan even felt a power no less powerful than the three demons in some of them.

But even so, there is a huge gap between the other party and the real immortal.

At least Daoyuan is confident that he can easily destroy these so-called "immortals".

"Amitabha, I would like to see what kind of world this holy world of heaven is like?"

Dao Yuan narrowed his eyes slightly, ducked back to the door, and then stepped in, completely ignoring those so-called "immortals".

But at this moment, a voice came from the depths of the Tiangong Holy World: "Those who are not invited are not allowed to enter the Tiangong Holy World!"

The mighty sound was like thunder, and then the entire Tiangong Holy World shook, and majestic power surged forward.

Daoyuan's expression changed slightly, and he immediately retreated away from the door.

At this moment, Daoyuan clearly felt that he seemed to be targeted by the entire Tiangong Holy World, so much so that the other party gathered the power of the entire world to expel him.

With the power of one realm, even if Dao Yuan is a human god, he has to stay away.

Bang!

The force hit the Buddha's Zen staff and forced it out. Then the two doors slammed shut and disappeared.

Daoyuan raised his right hand and recalled the Buddha's Zen staff: "It's a pity that I couldn't enter the holy world of the Heavenly Palace to have a look, but fortunately, I finally caught the Holy Emperor of the Prophet, and the master can also have an explanation."

At this time, the raging spatial turbulence below has slowly calmed down.

Daoyuan shook his head, turned around and prepared to leave.

But suddenly he frowned and looked at the Prophet Holy Emperor in his left hand in astonishment.

I don't know when, the Holy Prophet Emperor, who was originally alive, had lost his breath.

"how so?"

"Why did the Prophet Holy Emperor die suddenly and so quietly that the poor monk didn't notice it at all?"

"Is it the voice from the Holy Realm of Heavenly Palace just now? Did it move its hands and feet?"

"How did he do it, able to bypass the poor monk's perception?"

Daoyuan's surprise was beyond words.

He quickly mobilized his spiritual thoughts and magic power to check the body of the Holy Prophet Emperor, and suddenly a look of surprise appeared on his face again.

Because he discovered that the Holy Prophet Emperor had actually died long ago.

What he was holding in his hand was a corpse that had been dead for many years.

Or to be more precise, this is actually a puppet clone made from a corpse, which only appears to be alive after being secretly controlled by someone.

But now that the man in the dark has taken back the power of his own control, the puppet clone has naturally turned into a corpse.

Just when Daoyuan was stunned, suddenly the body of the Prophet Holy Emperor trembled slightly and turned into fly ash and flew away in the wind, leaving no trace of his disappearance.

"Destroy the corpses and eliminate traces?"

Dao Yuan smiled bitterly: "That old guy really doesn't leave any flaws in his actions. He doesn't even leave any bones and dregs for the poor monk?"

"Tsk, tsk, that is to say, the Holy Prophet Emperor who has been walking on the Purple Void Continent for tens of thousands of years may have been a puppet clone from beginning to end?"

"Isn't it too cautious?"

"Since this is a clone, where is the true body of the Holy Prophet Emperor?"

Daoyuan couldn't help but look at the place where the portal to the Holy World of Heavenly Palace disappeared.

Could it be that the true form of the Holy Prophet Emperor has never left the Holy World of Heavenly Palace for many years?

"Hey, I made a miscalculation after all. I don't know how to explain it to the master?"

Daoyuan sighed helplessly: "Forget it, let's go find the master first. No matter what, we have to tell the master about the Prophet Emperor's situation."

He shook his head, took a step forward and disappeared.

…

The Holy World of Heavenly Palace.

In a quiet room, the Holy Prophet Emperor sat cross-legged on the bed and slowly opened his eyes.

"puff!"

Suddenly his face turned pale, and a large mouthful of blood spurted out from his mouth: "Damn it, the gods on earth are indeed difficult to deal with. I still couldn't get the clone back after all."

His externally active clone is not an ordinary puppet clone, but is refined using a special method and is closely connected to the main body. Otherwise, it would not have been possible for tens of thousands of years of external activity without any flaws being revealed.

Although such clones are mysterious, once destroyed, they will also cause great damage to the main body.

So after knowing that the clone was hunted by Daoyuan, the Prophet Saint Emperor tried his best to take the clone back.

Unfortunately, he failed in the end!

"This time the damage is serious, I am afraid it will take a great price to recover."

The Prophet Saint Emperor wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth, his face gloomy: "Damn Daoyuan, and that variable, Wanyu Taoist."

"In any case, the existence of these two people is a huge threat to me, they must die!"

"Hmph, you wait for me, after I rest, I will definitely let you die without a burial place!"

The Prophet Saint Emperor gritted his teeth, closed his eyes and began to practice recovery.

...

Daoyuan traveled through the endless wasteland, and it didn't take long for him to sense the breath of his master.

He stopped the cloud and looked down.

He saw a huge ruin on the ground below.

The ruins seemed to have once been a towering mountain, but it collapsed for unknown reasons, leaving behind this huge group of ruins and stones.

In addition, next to the ruins, there is a dark abyss, and no one knows how deep it is?

Daoyuan can sense that there is a powerful seal in the abyss, and in that seal, it seems to be filled with rich... netherworld power?

"Strange, how can there be netherworld power in the endless wasteland? Could it be that this place can connect to the place of reincarnation?"

"Why is the master here?"

Daoyuan thought about it, pressed the cloud head and fell into the abyss.