World of Immortals

Yin wood, extremely spiritual, is a rare tree species that is rarely seen. Whether it is refining the elixir of life, or refining the peerless magic weapon, as long as a little Yin wood is added, the success rate will increase by several tenths.

It is said that the yin tree grows in the underworld, grows one inch in a hundred years, one foot in a thousand years, and only one foot in ten thousand years. Those ten feet tall are as red as blood agate, and those three feet high are crystal clear like purple diamonds. The older they are, the more spiritual they become.

But even in the legendary Underworld, Yin wood is rare, let alone blood agate and purple diamond.

This piece of yin wood is about the size of a palm, and the whole body is crystal clear, like a piece of purple jade. If it weren't for the faint growth rings on it, it would be hard to imagine that it is made of wood. The hand was very heavy, Xiao Chen stared carefully, yes, the clear, crooked little paw print on it was left by Ke Ke, and he sensed the breath of the little beast again in a trance.

The greatest function of the ultimate Yinmu Token in the underworld is to send messages. It is absolutely wasteful to write words. It is mainly used to record spiritual imprints and transmit real spiritual fluctuations.

Xiao Chen sensed it with his heart, "listening" to the mental fluctuations in the purple diamond yin tree, the fluctuations from the rare yin tree were very violent, as if the voice was real.

But there were cries for help from others, but there was no sound of little beasts. It was extremely noisy, a mess of disputes, noises, and threats, and there were even screams and killings in the distance...

Zizuan Yinmu conveyed a chaotic and complicated world, like a pot of boiling water beating, which made Xiao Chen feel extremely anxious, Keke's environment seemed extremely chaotic, and his situation was worrying.

The strange thing is why didn't you hear the voice of the little snow-white beast? Isn't this its distress letter?

Thinking of this, Xiao Chen couldn't help being a little puzzled, how did this letter get into the hands of King Chujiang?

Apparently, all this has stunned the little fatty Niu Ren. One of the legendary Ten Temple Kings of Hades, King Chujiang, is sitting on the white bone chair suspended in the void. How can he not be astonished and shocked in the ancient temple so close to him?

The legend of the ten emperors of the underworld is deeply rooted in the hearts of the people. This is something that even children know. Looking at the white bone skeleton, the little fat man felt a little creepy.

Even though the old Yinling had said that Suiren, the ancestral god, failed in the sacrifice to the hell and the underworld, after all, he really made the copper furnace of heaven and earth with his own hands. Although the success fell short, there were some results after all. If the bone skeleton in front of him is not telling lies, then the background is really evil!

"You...are you really the King of Chujiang?" Niu Ren tried his best to keep calm.

"Hey..." The spiritual fluctuations emanating from the white and jade-like skull bones were sinister, as if a gust of wind had blown through the dilapidated ancient temple, and the dense aura caused the temperature in the hall to drop sharply.

In the eye sockets of the skeleton bones, two rays of divine light swept across the dim hall like meteor beams, with an unspeakable coercion, and said: "Although the underworld has not been formed in the end, not everyone dares to pretend to be King Chujiang."

The legendary Ten Heavenly Sons of the Yin Temple are good at managing ghosts, and are not known for their combat power. It is said that their combat power is quite low. Of course, it depends on who they are compared with. Compared with the two young people in the future, they are definitely terrifying masters.

Niu Ren's back felt cold, this is really meeting a living ancestor! He involuntarily took a few steps back again.

The Black Dragon King didn't move at all, only a pair of dragon eyes shot out two cold lights, staring at the King Chu Jiang sitting on the white bone chair suspended in the air.

Although Xiao Chen was also surprised, he was more puzzled. He felt a familiar aura on King Chujiang, and that kind of soul fluctuation seemed familiar.

In a daze, he felt that the mental fluctuations of King Chujiang and the King Qin Guang, King Yama, and King Samsara whom he appointed without authorization were very similar, as if they had the same origin. This surprised him very much, but now is not the time to delve into it, he has more important things to ask.

"I believe you are the legendary Chujiang King. Xiao Chen has seen Pluto here." After that, he bowed and asked seriously and sincerely: "Please tell me, Pluto, how did the Yinmu Order come to you?"

"Although Suiren's Patriarch God's ideal underworld fell short, it has already taken shape after all. I, the titular emperor of the underworld, have guided some dead souls to some extent. Although there are not many ghosts and ghosts in my hand, there are still a few. Even if this underworld and several dark realms are closed, it is okay to spread some news.

"Please Pluto explain in detail."

The white bone chair in the air slowly circled the ancient hall for a circle, and finally settled in the center of the hall. King Chu Jiang sent out a mental wave: "Go to Jiuyou Terrace."

"Where is Jiuyou Terrace?"

"Out of Senluo Palace, keep going forward. With the speed of this black dragon, you should be able to see a mountain-like Tongyou Terrace in half a month. On the way, try to go around those dead souls. Some evil spirits can't be cured in the underworld. If you encounter an inexplicable underworld, you can avoid as far as you can. I also need to avoid some places."

Xiao Chen thanked him, and walked out of the main hall with the little fat man who was already a little stupefied. When he reached the door of the hall, he stopped suddenly and asked, "Are all the kings of the underworld in the ten halls?"

The King of Chu Jiang was obviously taken aback, shook his head, and said with some sad mental fluctuations, "Maybe I'm the only one left..."

Xiao Chen moved in his heart and said: "I have seen three skeletons on Dragon Island, and their aura is surprisingly similar to yours."

"Are the other nine emperors of the underworld? This is impossible! Even the ancestor god Suiren is dead, let alone them. Back then, I saw them with my own eyes." Chu Jiang Wang waved his hand weakly. Although he had a white skeleton, Xiao Chen clearly felt that he had an indescribable sense of fatigue.

Xiao Chen and the others resigned.

Walking out of the gloomy hall, the Black Dragon King was running like lightning. After hundreds of miles, Niu Ren breathed a sigh of relief and sighed: "It's unbelievable that we have entered the underworld, and just now we went to the Senluo Hall. No one will believe it. I really doubt it now. When the ancient altar fell into the copper furnace of heaven and earth, were we already dead?"

The little fat man's expression was very serious and dignified, which made Xiao Chen feel suspicious for a moment.

"Ghosts have no shadow." Xiao Chen smiled and pointed. The seven-colored sacred tree was shining brightly, and thousands of auspicious colors appeared in Xiao Chen's hands, making their backs clearly visible.

"It's true, I think too much." Niu Ren smiled honestly and said, "I haven't lived enough. The world above would be so boring without me."

"Yeah, the sky still has to wait for you to push it around every day, and the stars and the moon have to wait for you to put them one by one every night."

At this moment, the Black Dragon King suddenly stopped, from extreme speed to stillness, almost throwing Xiao Chen and Niu Ren off his back.

The underworld is dim and dark, like a night under the stars, as if covered with a layer of black veil. Although it is dim, it can still be seen that there are a large number of magnificent buildings in the distance, like many palaces connected together.

Although it looked like a dead silence there, there was a faint fluctuation, which made people feel very depressed.

Niu Ren lowered his voice and said: "This must be a ruthless character, the completed hall is so grand, maybe it's a living ancestor."

Xiao Chen nodded in agreement. The King of Chu Jiang once warned them that they must walk around when they see the palace and the cave, and they dare not ignore it. At that moment, the Black Dragon King, like a ray of black light, bypassed it far away, and made a big circle for dozens of miles before passing through that area.

"There must have been a ghost ancestor just now, not even a thousand miles away from the Senluo Palace of King Chujiang, obviously he didn't take Pluto to heart."

Xiao Chen agreed, the underworld is much more complicated than they imagined, there is no order and rules at all, it can be guessed that this is a chaotic and terrifying world.

For seven consecutive days, Xiao Chen and the others avoided dozens of gloomy castles, palaces, and caves, and even saw countless lonely ghosts. If it weren't for the existence of the treasure tree, I'm afraid they have been torn apart by those ghosts for a long time.

In addition, the yin power of the underworld is extremely strong. Although it is not as evil as the dark space that the old Yinling said, staying for a long time will also cause great harm to the body. If it is not for the protection of the colorful sacred tree, it will be difficult for them to continue walking.

Niu Ren was puzzled, and said: "Where did the blood of the earth we found on the surface come from? It should have spewed up from the ground, but the underworld is the underworld. How could there be such aura?"

Xiao Chen shook his head and said: "It's hard to say, this is not the real underground, this should be a big world with its own world, a real boundless space."

Niu Ren thought for a while and agreed. Even if the Black Dragon King only spends half of his time on the road every day, he can still describe it as traveling thousands of miles a day, and the speed can be described as lightning fast. In this way, it has been traveling in one direction for seven days, and 70,000 miles have already gone out, but it can only be described as "a certain distance" in this underworld. From this point of view, it really shouldn't be underground.

The little fat man Niu Ren sighed: "The ancestor god Suiren really has infinite supernatural powers, and he actually consecrated a vast and boundless space, a boundless hell."

A world copper furnace contains a real world!

On the tenth day, Xiao Chen and the others who were on their way suddenly realized that there was a little light coming from ahead, which seemed very uncoordinated in this dark underworld.

They were about to take a detour, but both Xiao Chen and Niu Ren sensed that there didn't seem to be any negative energy there, but a little sacred aura rippling from there.

Looking far away, I can only see a piece of ruins, like a firefly, and the faint light comes from there.

"It's a ruin, not a so-called mansion. There shouldn't be any danger. Let's go and have a look." The bull man suggested.

Xiao Chen nodded, even if there is a spirit body, it should not be an evil ghost or a fierce spirit.

With a flick of the Black Dragon King's tail, he arrived within twenty miles in an instant.

"Temples?!" Niu Ren was very surprised, and said, "Why are there temples in the underworld?"

There are only three ancient temples, which are dilapidated and have already fallen to the ground. They should have been in disrepair for a long time and collapsed under the ruthless grinding of the years.

A little bit of sacred light came from several broken Buddha statues. In the dark underworld, even the light of fireflies would look very different, not to mention the sacred light of Buddha.

Xiao Chen walked over, helped up a few dilapidated Buddha statues, and said, "Have you forgotten, there is a legend in Buddhism that a strong man with supernatural powers sits in hell?"

"You don't mean... Ksitigarbha, do you?"

"It's him. If Hell is not empty, he will not become a Buddha. He once made such a great wish to stay in Hell forever. You must know that his cultivation is much worse than the Buddha. He is one of the few masters in Buddhism. If he is not qualified to become a Buddha, there will be almost no Buddhas in Buddhism."

Niu Ren nodded, and said: "Remember, there is indeed such a living ancestor with high combat power who has gone to the heavens. In ancient times, he forced the Yuan Tianzun to retreat with three strikes. As one of the few Buddhist masters, he made up for the lack of combat power of the Ten Palace Hades."

King Ksitigarbha's great ambition is well known throughout the world. It once shook the heaven and earth, lotuses gushed from the earth, and auspicious colors descended from the sky. It can be called the ultimate compassion of the world.

"However, hell didn't come true, so can the legendary things be believed?" Niu Ren asked again.

Xiao Chen nodded and said, "You can't believe it all, and you can't believe it either. The legend can more or less convey some real information to us."

The little fat man smiled and said: "Let's look for it, maybe we can find a few relics here. These Buddha statues don't look ordinary, otherwise how could they shine."

The fat man had the potential to dig three feet into the ground, but how could he find the relic? The reason why the Buddha statue glowed was because there were a few mantras engraved on it, which gathered a little residual Buddha power.

On the contrary, Xiao Chen felt slight tremors coming from his left foot, the flint drill seemed to be coming out of his body, and the shroud that was contained in his body by the method of melting soldiers to refine his body was also trembling.

It was difficult to take it out, Xiao Chen had a thought, and the shroud emerged. The moment he separated from the body, the black blood cloth trembled violently, almost out of Xiao Chen's control.

Dust and sand were flying, rocks were rolling, and the foundation of the ancient temple was completely shattered by the blood cloth, and the stones and sand flew out.

The Black Dragon King seemed to be facing a formidable enemy, and with a clang, the holy sword of the dragon clan turned into a dazzling ray of light and was pulled out from the spine.

Xiao Chen and the little fat man looked towards the broken foundation under the ruins, and saw a leg...

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