The Lord of Ghost

"When I entered the strange well, my consciousness was completely blurred. I couldn't see anything clearly. There was only darkness."

"When I woke up, I found myself floating on a river, drifting aimlessly."

Speaking of this, the exiled immortal's eyebrows were obviously frowned, and then he raised his eyes and looked at Mo Li.

"Float?" He was confused about the explanation of this word.

"Are you sure you have direct contact with the river?"

Facing the exiled immortal's eyes that seemed to be able to break through all the fog, Mo Li smiled slightly.

The other party's sensitivity was far beyond his imagination.

You know, a difference of one word, different interpretations, and different effects.

To be precise, Mo Li was sitting on a bamboo raft, and the word "floating" can also be used to describe his state.

But the words of direct contact, Mo Li simply couldn't imagine it. At the beginning, he just let his hand out of the range of the bamboo raft, and was devoured by the corrosive breath of the black water. If he had direct contact, he would probably be corroded without a trace.

The two looked at each other, neither of them wanted to deceive with lies, but they would hide the key information, or mislead in some sense. As for how to understand and guess, it is unknown.

Mo Li: "Not direct contact."

Facing this answer, the exiled immortal was thoughtful.

Since there is no direct contact, it can explain the following problems: something is carrying him, and the river may be dangerous.

"Please continue." The exiled immortal took the tea in his hand and took a sip.

He did not ask what it was or what the situation of the river was, because the exiled immortal knew that even if he asked, the other party would not tell him, so he did not do meaningless things.

Mo Li: "I walked along the river, and I don't know how long it took. There, time was lost and I lost the concept."

"Until I came to a vast lake and sea. The lake and sea are vast, and the light golden shimmering luster is waving under the moonlight."

At this point, the exiled immortal was silent, looking at the color of the tea in his hand, and his eyebrows were thoughtful.

The length of the river cannot be judged by time, so it is not of much reference value to him. On the contrary, the end of the river is a place that he can't figure out.

A pale golden lake?

The exiled immortal noticed the adjective of the lake and sea: pale golden.

If it is yellow, earth yellow, blood yellow... he can understand it, and it can be related to some taboo things he knows, but the pale golden lake and sea, he can't understand it.

Looking at the other person's expression, Mo Li still smiled.

This situation is just like when he knows the situation of gods, heaven, and demons. He can guess a lot of connections, whether it is the God of Sound or the Yin Demon Gourd, but the information is incomplete and cannot be accurately judged.

Moreover, he did not lie, that lake and sea, is really pale golden.

"Apart from that lake and sea, is there anything else?" The exiled immortal looked at Mo Li with a burning gaze.

"Yes." Mo Li uttered a syllable.

Not only is there a blood-colored lake and sea, but there is also a white ghost like a tide, and a strange stone door standing between heaven and earth.

Mo Li could have kept these to himself, but he changed his mind.

The exiled immortal smiled and did not ask any more questions. He knew that the other party would speak when he wanted to.

Mo Li: "There is a door in that lake, a huge door!"

"I wonder... does this answer suit your taste?"

Hearing this, the exiled immortal's mouth curled up, as if the crescent moon in the distant galaxy was tilted, and it was unclear whether it was joy or sadness.

"You know that door!" Suddenly, Mo Li and the exiled immortal had opposite expressions, and their brows sank.

The strange stone door seemed to depict the oldest original true solution. There were dried bloodstains all over the stone door. Even after countless years, the great pressure left by the bloodstains could still be felt.

At this time, the exiled immortal suddenly stood up, waved his sleeves, and the sky full of stars and rosy clouds changed. In the blink of an eye, the swaying ancient sycamore tree disappeared, and the illusion returned to reality again.

His smile was as bright as light, dusty and mysterious, and he said to Mo Li: "Thank you for clearing up my doubts. I have gained a lot from this conversation."

After that, the exiled immortal walked out of the teahouse in a white robe, as if he was not stained by the world of mortals.

Before leaving, he suddenly turned around, and a crystal white light shot out from his fingertips, falling on the tea table like a grain of rice.

Mo Li was puzzled and picked up the white light, but the white light dissipated at the moment of contact, turning into a musical note and entering his mind.

Then, Mo Li murmured like a murmur, only four words, which were the message left by the exiled immortal for him:

"The Gate of Hades." Or, it can also be called "The Gate of Hell!"

After a while, when the dust settled, the hazy vision turned into a real scene, the lights in the distance swayed, and everything around was revived.

The exiled immortal left, just as she came mysteriously and left mysteriously. No one around the monks even noticed this immortal-like man, as if he had walked through a frozen world, silently.

At that time, Mo Li also changed into a brand new look, and his spirit changed again, and he was immersed in the surging crowd.

"The Age of Gods, the Underworld..."

For some of his own abnormalities, Mo Li also had a direction to explore.

But at present, he had to consider the peak of the Way.

It is said that a treasure that has been brewing for ten eras will be born.

Mo Li naturally knew what it was.

This treasure is called: Immortal Placenta.

As for its value, in a sense, it is no less than an immortal medicine.

If he had not been reincarnated, then according to the interpretation of history, Qin Yang would have obtained this treasure and then derived a second spirit.

The second spiritual body, the main self is differentiated, which is equivalent to the second kind of Tao fruit.

Qin Yang now has the posture of a great emperor, and it is difficult for anyone to surpass the blessing of the second spiritual body.

"If you, Qin Yang, can still get it, then the meaning of my entering the secret realm is probably better than nothing."

According to Mo Li's character, no one can get the treasure that he can't get.

If he can get such a treasure, the cultivation of the second spiritual body, plus the nourishment of the immortal aura, he plans to create an invincible body.

Don't forget that he had swallowed the [Reshaping Pill] before and obtained the characteristics of the immortal body. But that is just a characteristic, and it is still a long way from the real immortal body.

If it is the placenta of the immortal way, there may be a chance to give birth to a complete immortal body!

This is also one of the reasons why Mo Li entered here at all costs! For this slim probability of feasibility, he is willing to gamble!

If it really works, all losses can be compensated!

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At the same time, the outside world.

More and more aristocratic families and ancient sects gathered in this small border of the East Wilderness. There were huge spaceships, flying chariots of sub-dragons, cranes carrying people, and even sword cultivators standing on one-foot-long swords. For a while, the top of the secret realm became a storm-like topic.

Countless great sects were looking forward to the situation in this last life, including the great sect leader who was far away in the sky using time and space instruments to spy on everything.

They were not only witnessing the birth of evildoers, but also understanding their opponents.

After all, the last time a [Emperor of the Wilderness] came out, catching all the aristocratic families off guard.

The buds must always be nipped in the bud to make people feel at ease.

"I am really looking forward to it more and more. I heard that there are many incredible evildoers in this life, which are more brilliant and brilliant than any previous era!"

An ancient sect celebrity sighed that this passionate battle seemed to awaken his memory.

As he spoke, the entire void suddenly shook, the immortal flower stamens shone brightly, the immortal light rain gushing out was thick and boiling, and the rosy clouds emerged when the rain fell, containing a powerful immortal aura.

Then, when the condensed dewdrops merged, the reflected scene became clearer, and the ancient stairs that ascended to the sky could be seen.

"The asking platform is open!"

Someone shouted, as if there was a magical power, which immediately attracted countless eyes.