Immortal and Martial Dual Cultivation

Sending Muzifeng, about the trip to the underworld, prepared for three days, Xiao Chen and Lin Feng met again at the top of the mountain.

The two nodded slightly, each finished greeting, obviously some strange in my heart, but the face is not flawless, calm and incomparable.

Not long after, Hua Tianyang and seven core veterans appeared at the same time.

"It seems that you have all been prepared. I can't send you this line. You can send them two for me."

Unexpectedly, Hua Tianyang did not let Muzifeng or the monks go to send, but another core veteran to send.

This dry cloud is called the master of the dry cloud, the core veteran, he is in charge of the Tianmeng refiner and forging things, has always been in the world.

"Follow me."

Hey!

A figure seems to have jumped from the other side of the world to the eyes of the two, and the dry cloud master appeared.

Xiao Chen and Lin Feng, following the Kui Yun master, went to Tianmeng Road.

The underworld is at the bottom of the central world. It is a nine-bounded, self-contained rule, equivalent to the dark side and shadow of the central world. The two are interdependent and no one can destroy them.

"Hey, Xiao Chen, your alloy armor, seems to have two stars."

Master Kuyun looked at the glove that had no intention of looking at Xiao Chen. He was surprised to say that Lin Feng was also surprised to see it.

The upgrade of the alloy armor requires extremely large resources. He is still a one-star alloy armor.

Xiao Chen is quiet and calm. "My resources in the virtual world are all piled up on the alloy armor. When I return to Tianmeng, I ask Muzifeng to upgrade."

"No wonder, let's go, let's go to the Central World first."

A little thing, a little mention has passed, and it has arrived at the Central World after the passage of the Tao.

Xiao Chen looked at the familiar environment of the Quartet and was a little surprised. It seems to be a deserted sea. It is a deserted city not far away.

“Here is a deserted city?”

"Yes, this matter has to be as low-key as possible. The wilderness is a place that can hide people's ears. Let me go to the underworld."

The master of the dry cloud, with his own cultivation, took the road with Xiao Chen and Lin Feng, and soon came to an abyss.

The dark abyss, the magical spewing, the four sides are secluded, the wilderness is no one.

Here, the central world enters the underground underworld, a relatively secret passage, and few people know.

"This place is so dangerous, because it is too dangerous, it goes straight to the ninth floor of the underworld, and few people use it. You are careful."

After seeing the bottom of the eye, I don’t know how many dangerous abyss are hidden. The dry cloud master said softly.

Xiao Chen and Lin Feng looked at each other and then did not hesitate and jumped directly.

The two are no strangers to the underworld. Xiao Chen once performed the mission of the Dragon Temple and smashed the avatar of Rakshasa. But at that time, he went to the first layer of the underworld, but this time it was going to the more dangerous ninth layer of the underworld.

As for Lin Feng, he was originally a monk. He was born in the underworld from a young age. It is like returning home.

Master Kuyun looked at the two men into the abyss. If they were thoughtful, they shook their heads and sighed.

In a short while, the two figures fell from the sky, and it was the sultry and the wooden wind.

For the appearance of the two, the master of the dry cloud did not have any accidents, nodded slightly to the two.

"Mu brother, you said that they, who can finally bring back the holy things?"

Muzifeng’s faint road: “In the midst of the world, there are many dangers, and the brothers are still worried. Can they come back alive? As for the return of the holy things, they have failed for so many years, and it is not unusual to fail again.”

The monk smiled and said: "You don't pretend, you and I know that this time the hope of retrieving the holy things is the biggest. But, you are also right, you still have to worry about whether Xiao Chen can come back. It is the focus. After all, he has not even condensed a god, and Lin Fenghao was once a master of the emperor, and he also mastered the domain of death, and he was self-protected."

Muzifeng's face changed slightly, and smiled: "It seems that the brothers think that Xiao Chen will definitely fall into the underworld. Then we will see, who can come back alive."

The two men competed in the opposite direction. When they talked about the needles and said a few words, the atmosphere became exceptionally opposed.

The master of the dry cloud is not strange, suddenly, the brow gently picks up, Shen Sheng: "The two of them have succeeded in the underworld, it is time to go."

Finish, when you leave, don't stop.

Muzifeng and the monks screamed each other, leaving at the same time, leaving no trace.

Wan Mo Yuan.

Xiao Chen and Lin Feng, who landed one after another, looked at it and looked like a desolate scene. Above the ground, there are tall shrubs, dark clouds in the sky, and a **** moon in the dark clouds.

After landing, Xiao Chen received the knife and returned to the sheath, which was not smooth in the Wan Mo Yuan. There are many ferocious underworld creatures, especially vampire bats. The number is so horrible that they will be sucked into dry bodies with a little carelessness.

Looking at the Quartet environment, at the end of the field of vision, Xiao Chen saw a rushing river, and there seemed to be a city pool farther away.

Xiao Chen’s mind was moved, and the yin and yang of the sea was turned upside down.

Let the sea of ​​the gods of the magical spirits show up, and suddenly the whole person's temperament suddenly changed. The eyes are dark and full of magic, and the body scented and swallowed the atmosphere of the world, making people feel deeply jealous.

Xiao Chen can feel that the body's meridians are full of magical spirits. There is a feeling of violent killing, spreading all over the body, and the first time without reservation, let the magical gods occupy the flesh, not very used.

After a moment of calming, Xiao Chen’s state of mind was restored to nature, and he could calmly deal with the magical spirit of the body and the emotions of violent and killing.

Lin Feng looked at the slightest tongue, between the blink of an eye, as if Xiao Chen had disappeared before.

Beside him, is a real magical emperor, and his body is full of people's hearts.

"The goal of two people is too big. Let's temporarily separate them. After half a month, we will see the last blood battlefield."

Not yet standing firm, Lin Feng suddenly opened, let Xiao Chen slightly glimpse.

"Ok."

It’s not bad to think about it for a while, and Xiao Chen nodded and agreed.

Looking at the back of the other side, Xiao Chen guessed that Lin Feng might want to see some people in this underworld, maybe do something else.

After all, the other party has grown up here and is here to become an emperor.

This is also good, after all, Xiao Chen can't understand Lin Feng's thoughts, and the other's death domain is extremely difficult.

Watch out all day, no one is tired.

Put on a black suit, with a fight, let the **** blood stop on your shoulders, dressed up, perfect.

Xiao Chen chose a different direction from Lin Feng and walked forward.

There are nine layers in the underworld, and the ninth floor is the most prosperous. In addition to the Ashura who controls the nine layers of the underworld, other elites such as the Raksha and Yaksha are mostly gathered here.

There is no reason for it, because the main hall of the Temple of the Gods is in the ninth layer of the underworld.

In addition to the underworld race, this ninth layer of the underworld, there are many human magic warriors, mostly come here to adventure.

The magic warriors and the underworld warriors, the practice of cultivation are almost the same, and communication between them is quite frequent.

When Xiao Chen came along the road, he met a lot of magic repairs. Those who saw the Ashura and other underworld races saw Xiao Chen, but they did not blame them.

There is no one in this place, but only the righteous warrior is not seen, and there may be, but it is better to disguise.

The righteous warrior and the underworld race are considered to be feuding. They have to fight a few times before and after, and they want to destroy each other and then quickly.

Unlike Lin Feng, Xiao Chen’s understanding of the nine layers of the underworld is limited to some paper news.

To reach the end of the blood battlefield, he must go to the nearest Underworld Pool and get a map.

Otherwise, he will look at the battlefield of the last blood, and I don’t know what year and month.

Two hours later, Xiao Chen came to the river at the end of the field of vision. It was a **** river, a rushing river, like the rough blood of the World of Warcraft, making people look very uncomfortable.

The rushing rivers are like the sea, with waves and waves. From time to time, there are still many ghosts appearing, making people shudder.

Xiao Chen knows that this is a holy river in the underworld, with a noble and sacred position in the hearts of the underworld.

The holy river rushed all the way, eventually flowing to Shura Purgatory, and the Temple of the Deity was above the Shura Purgatory.

Even if it is a submarine race, it is not allowed to easily contaminate the holy river water. Only by making a contribution or a **** noble person can you enjoy the holy river baptism.

As for the outsiders, it is even more unnecessary.

Xiao Chen’s identity as a magical warrior can only be honestly waiting for the boat to cross the river and cross the river.

On the edge of the dock, a lot of waiting warriors have been gathered, such as Rakshasa, Yaksha, Ashura and Magic Warriors.

Most of them are only Star Jun and the Holy Respect, and even the King is rare. Xiao Chen will give up his breath.

It attracted people's attention, kept a distance from him, and looked at him with a respectful look.

Even the masters of the nine-story underworld, Ashura, did not dare to be disrespectful and dare not let go.

In the underworld, the respect for the strong is extraordinarily exaggerated.

Above the holy river, the boat is docked, Xiao Chen does not leave, no one dares to move.

After he got on the boat, a group of warriors in the rear rushed to board the boat.

The raging river water is turbulent, but the small boat is like a flat, against the water.

Xiao Chen stood at the bow of the ship and looked at the river. The river was vast, like the sea. There was boundlessness, blood smog, ghosts and heavy shadows. From time to time, I could hear the crying of the baby and the mourning of the devil.

"The shoulders of the predecessors should be bloody?"

"Can't be wrong, a powerful and powerful blood, blood has begun to return to the ancestors, it is really enviable, I have to have such a magic pet just fine."

"There are a lot of predecessors who have come to our nine-story underworld recently, and I don’t know what they are for."

"Who knows, the things of these big men, where are we qualified to blend?"

A group of warriors looked at the bow of the morning, whispering, and with awe and admiration.

Xiao Chen was quite satisfied with this. Before he came, he had already understood that in the underworld, he worshipped the strong.

If it is deliberately low-key, it will bring some trouble. The underworld race can be a temper, a cold-blooded killer.

Maintaining a moderately high profile will make it a lot easier, not only will no one dare to find trouble, but even a lot of convenience.

"Hello, senior."

Xiao Chen, who was watching the river view, sounded a little shuddering sound behind him. Looking back, he was called a young warrior of the Ashura.