World of Immortals

Xiao Shi sat cross-legged with Shi Dian in his hands, harmoniously blending with Xiao Chen, as if he was practicing quietly in his confidant, which made Xiao Chen feel a little bit of anticipation in his nervousness.

Looking up, the magic cloud is deeply locked, Jiuyou Terrace is as high as a mountain, and its momentum is majestic. Such peaks and giant mountains are not uncommon in the dark hell.

The shape of Jiuyou Terrace is like a volcano standing there, as if it has a soul, and you can even feel its pulse. The mountain is dark red, as if it has condensed the blood of thousands of souls, with an indescribable ferocity and depression.

"Why do I feel that this is a living monster?" Niu Ren could not help but shudder.

"It's not a good place, let's be more careful." Xiao Chen and the others had already arrived at the foot of Jiuyou Terrace, and they didn't see why it was called "Taiwan". No matter how you look at it, it looks like a huge mountain that was cut off by someone with the power of heaven.

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Spreading the Immortal Wings, Xiao Chen will soar into the sky.

"Wait, bring us up too." Niu Ren also wanted to go to Jiuyou Terrace to have a look.

Xiao Chen led Niu Ren and the Black Dragon King to rise up, carrying the evil spirit, passed through the ribbon-shaped magic fog, and appeared on the top of the mountain surrounded by black clouds.

When they reached the top, Xiao Chen and Niu Ren gasped. The giant mountain was actually empty, like a black hole like a crater, but it was much more eerie than a volcano, and billowing black clouds came out of it.

"Does it lead to the gate of hell? No, this is hell." Fatty Niu Ren felt the eerie cold surrounding him, and took a step back involuntarily.

Xiao Chen also frowned deeply. King Chu Jiang asked him to come here, what can he find? Staring carefully at the bottomless black prison, bursts of gloomy whistling sounds came from below, as if there were evil spirits whimpering and wailing.

"Cough...cough..."

The gloomy old cough suddenly sounded behind Xiao Chen and the others. On the top of this misty ring-shaped giant mountain, it was so eerie and terrifying.

"I'm X..." The little fat man Niu Ren jumped up in shock, turned around and took a few steps back, almost falling into the bottomless black prison.

"clang"

The holy dragon sword hidden in the back of the Black Dragon King even jumped out, and the blazing holy light illuminated the misty mountain top.

Xiao Chen was also cautiously on guard, and his keen spiritual sense failed repeatedly in hell, which showed that the masters hiding here were very powerful.

An old woman in her dying years, as thin as a straw, wearing a shabby shroud, her pale yellow skin has no blood at all, like an old zombie who has just walked out of a cemetery for many years. His long gray hair was sparse, moving like weeds in the wind, and his eyes were like two will-o'-the-wisps, emitting a pale blue light from the deep-set eye sockets. The bridge of the nose is almost sunken, the lips are dry, and the wrinkles on the face are like the bark of a thousand-year-old pine tree, dry and wrinkled, without any moisture.

No matter how you look at it, it looks like a mummy!

Especially seeing such an old woman in hell, it is even more impossible for people to associate with a good place. The most frightening thing was that when the old man walked over tremblingly with a mourning stick in his hand, the mourning stick was actually entwined with several ghosts, making faint wailing sounds.

"Who... are you?" The little fat Niu Ren was a little nervous, and he seemed not very confident.

"Quack...I am your ancestor."

Although the little fat man was a bit hairy, he was not bad at courage. He cursed angrily and said, "I#@%#@￥... dare to take advantage of your master Niu, I am your uncle."

"Woo..."

The mourning stick was drawn out, leaving a pale light and shadow in the dark space, and slammed on the little fat man Niu Ren, causing him to fly out immediately, almost falling into the endless abyss. Niu Ren, who was as strong as a little fat man, didn't even have time to dodge.

The Black Dragon King roared, and the holy sword suspended above his head turned into a beam of light, and slashed forward with a swipe. The sharpness of the sword light made one's heart tremble.

Although the young Dragon King is far from being able to truly display the power of this holy sword, it is a sacred weapon of the dragon clan after all, and the old woman did not beat it, leaving an afterimage on the spot and disappearing. The holy sword pierced the air, and returned to the sky above the head of the Black Dragon King in an instant, and sprinkled streaks of auspicious colors, enveloping Niu Ren and the others.

"Oh, how dare you sneak attack me, you damn old woman!" The little fat man grinned his teeth and stood up with great pain. Fortunately, he was not really hurt.

"Quack..." The old woman's laughter was as unpleasant as a night owl's cry.

Xiao Chen stopped the Black Dragon King and pulled the little fat man Niu Ren, he saw that the old woman had no intention of killing, otherwise Niu Ren might be in danger just now.

"Boy, don't be unconvinced. I didn't take advantage of you. Although you are not a real barbarian, you are their descendant. I feel the same blood in your body as mine. You must be a descendant of my line."

"I..." The little fat man had the urge to curse, but he swallowed the words and said depressedly, "Who are you? Don't try to take advantage of me."

"I'm just a ghost woman now, assisting the King of Chujiang to manage some things. I used to be a barbarian when I was alive."

"Oh" the little fat man Niu Ren nodded depressedly, maybe this old woman is really his ancestor.

"I am in charge of taking care of Jiuyou Terrace. I reported what happened here to King Chujiang. Naturally, I have already known about you from King Chujiang."

Xiao Chen stepped forward, bowed deeply and said, "Please also tell the old lady about the details of Zizuan Yinmu's biography."

"Do you know why this place is called Jiuyou Terrace?" the old woman asked.

"I don't know."

"This place was once connected to the Dark Realm and the Nine Nether Eighteen Hells. Although the passage has been sealed long ago, there are still a few gaps that are not sealed. It is difficult for powerful fierce spirits to pass through, but it is still possible to send some news. Jumping from here is like falling from a high platform and entering the bottomless Nine Nethers. Officials. They passed on the Purple Diamond Yinmu last time. I hope you will take away a little beast with an indelible soul mark."

"Isn't it Ke Ke's distress letter?" Xiao Chen asked suspiciously.

"Jump down from here, communicate with the Yin spirit over there in front of the sealed gate, and you will know everything."

For the sake of the little snow-white beast, Xiao Chen wouldn't frown even if he went to Hell or Nine Netherworld. After thinking about it seriously, he felt that the old woman didn't need to lie to him.

"Okay, I'll go to Jiuyou now."

"Wait a minute, let me remind you first, it's easy to go down, but hard to go up, there are endless evil spirits in the Nine Nethers, you have to think about it."

"It doesn't matter." Xiao Chen even went to hell, so he is still afraid of evil spirits, and he didn't know how many ghosts he encountered along the way.

"I'll accompany you." Niu Ren stepped forward.

"No, I can do it by myself." Xiao Chen knew that there might be some danger this time, and he didn't want Niu Ren to take any more risks.

"You can't go." Even though the old woman smiled, she was gloomy, covered in mist, and said: "Didn't you come to the barbarian holy mountain to find a natal beast soul? I am your ancestor, how could I watch you return without success. He went to Xiayou, you can stay here. Old ancestor, I like you very much, little fat man, and I am going to take you to attract the strongest beast soul into your body and fulfill you."

Speaking of which, the old woman floated up to the little fat man silently, and pinched Niu Ren's chubby cheek dotingly.

Being kneaded by the old woman's ghostly claws, the little fat man's hairs all stood on end, and he speculated depressingly, is this really his ancestor?

Xiao Chen jumped off the Jiuyou Terrace without hesitation, and the endless darkness quickly engulfed his figure.

"Hey, wait for me." Niu Ren wanted to chase after him, but the old woman stopped him and said, "It's useless if you go, follow me to refine your soul."

Niu Ren was forcibly dragged down the Jiuyou Terrace by the old woman, and after hearing about the situation of the ancient beast soul king, he became impatient and jumped up in fright.

"I can choose the bull's head and horse noodles... Is there a mistake?!"

"What, is that the strongest beast king soul?"

"Don't lie to me, even if you kill me, you can't choose bull head horse noodles!"

"What, bull head is the most suitable for me?!"

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Looking at the distraught little fat man, the old woman sneered and said: "Legends are always legends, and sometimes the truth is far away. Do you know that the power of this bull head was one of the strongest fighting spirits of our barbarians back then! Several barbarian sages have sacrificed and fused this bull king soul. It is not like the legend. Bull head is not a servant of the underworld. If you are not my descendant, I will not bother to talk to you, let alone introduce this sleeping heroic soul into your body."

In a deep ancient cave, bursts of palpitating soul fluctuations came out, and the powerful force made the little fat man feel suffocated.

"Those messy beast souls on your body can just be fed to the bull king's soul." The old woman sneered and said, "One day, if you succeed in cultivation, you will definitely worship me in the sun every day."

The battle spirit of the bull boss in the bull's head and horse face... the little fat man wants to cry but has no tears.

The terrible wind is howling, Xiao Chen is sinking towards the Nine Nether Eighteen Prisons, and the endless souls in the dark and lightless abyss are howling. If it wasn't for the radiance of the colorful sacred tree, Xiao Chen would have been overwhelmed and torn to pieces by the numbing endless soul shadows.

I don't know how deep this Jiuyou is, but after falling for two full hours, Xiao Chen finally landed on the ground. The yin energy at the bottom is extremely heavy, making people feel extremely palpitating and oppressive, and even the tens of thousands of souls have not chased down.

The ground in the middle of the mountain is full of white bones, it is not known how it was accumulated, the breath of death is the only thing here, there is no other fluctuation.

Xiao Chen used spiritual sense instead of vision, "looked at" in the endless darkness, observed carefully, and walked forward along a passage of bones.

An hour later, a sealed door appeared in front of it, glowing with blood-colored light, and the miserable red was extraordinarily spooky and terrifying.

A faint phantom emerged from the gloomy blood gate, and an old voice resounded in the terrifying underground, saying: "You are here..."

"Who are you?" Xiao Chen stabilized his figure, calmly watching the hazy ghost in front of him.

"I... just an old ghost who has been in the Nine Nethers for endless years. It doesn't matter who I am. You came just in time... just now that little beast with an indelible soul was still talking behind the sealing gate."

"What, you mean Ke Ke is behind the door?"

"It's still there just now, wait a moment, I'm here to communicate with the Yin spirit on the opposite side." The blood mist filled the air, the old ghost was surrounded by blood, and red blood was continuously flowing down the gloomy blood gate. Everything in front of him seemed strange and terrifying.

After a full hour, the old ghost let out a sigh of relief and said, "A Yin spirit found it."

In an instant, Xiao Chen sensed that familiar breath through the Blood Gate, and he had already heard the voice of the little beast in a trance.

Xiao Chen's concern was chaotic, and he wished to see the little beast immediately, and his mental fluctuations rippled away in an instant, passing the thoughts in his heart through the cracks of the sealed gate in an instant.

"They're lying to you...I live a good life here..." This was the first time Xiao Chen sensed the little beast's mental fluctuations, as if it was really speaking. That soft, lazy, very immature, as if gently breathing in the ear, makes people feel itchy.

He was a little sad, but also a little wanting to laugh, this little thing must be lazy at the moment, maybe he just woke up from a sleepy dream.

"Ke Ke come back quickly."

"I want to eat Zizuan Yinmu ginseng fruit, but after months of searching, they only found eight pieces. I haven't eaten enough yet." Nennen's voice was full of regret and dissatisfaction.

Xiao Chen was so shocked that he really didn't know what to say, it seemed...it was not what he imagined at all! Not only is the little beast not in danger there, it also seems to be living comfortably.

I am afraid that there are not many purple diamond yin trees in the underworld, and the yin trees that can bear fruit are even rarer. It must be the purple diamond yin tree that is more than 100,000 years old. (There's another chapter tonight.)