The host of fast transmigration, she floated away

Chapter 1067: Divine Creation Derivative World 13
"Lord God of War, are you looking for the Empress of the Underworld again?" Xiao Ling who guarded the gate looked at Sikong Zhu and said solemnly.

Sikong Zhu held the box containing the fragments in his arms, did not speak, but nodded.

This time Xiaoling didn't ask the higher ups, and let Sikong Zhushen go directly, "Master Minghou is waiting for you at the Library Pavilion."

Sikong Zhu listened intently, nodded to Xiaoling, then walked into the gate with the box in his arms.

Five minutes later, Sikong Zhu Shen came to the library in the underworld, and saw the little fox in the arms of the empress of the underworld, holding a book in her hand.

Hearing the movement, he raised his head and glanced at Sikong Zhuchen, "Come here?"

"You have a solution." Sikong Zhu said with a trace of determination in his deep tone.

"Her spirit body is still alive, so I can resurrect it, but..." Minghou narrowed her eyes, and handed the book in her hand to Sikong Zhuchen.

Sikong Zhu stretched out his hand, took the book in her hand, and fell silent.

The evil sword was hollow when it was formed, and since the evil sword fell into Sikong Zhuchen's hands, it has been practicing the same exercises as Sikong Zhuchen...

After taking shape, there is no heart, how can you be emotional without heart?

In addition, he has practiced the same ruthless way as Sikong Zhuchen.

Even if she didn't confront the Divine King this time, sooner or later, she would die because of emotion, and once she used the emotion deeply, she would die completely.

But fortunately, she is ignorant and not deeply emotional, so her spirit body still exists.

Sikong Zhu stared at the book for a while, then realized the reason, and said, "After resurrection, you can keep her."

Since you can't be emotional, then, put an end to all possibilities of emotion.

The Empress Ming listened, and took a deep look at Sikong Zhu, with a hint of surprise in her eyes.

Sikong Zhuchen put the box in his hand on the table in front of Minghou, stretched out his hand and stroked it lightly, then turned and left.

"Give her a name." Minghou looked at his back and said.

Sikong Zhu paused in his footsteps, moved his lips, "Call it Wuxin."

Since it is the sword of Wuxin, let's call it Wuxin.

After finishing speaking, he took a step forward and continued to walk towards the outside of Zangshu Pavilion.

Seeing Sikong Zhu's receding figure, the empress fell into silence.

After a while, I looked down at the box in front of me, reached out and hugged the box in my arms, "Be careful, follow me from now on."

……

Sikong Zhushen returned to the Temple of War God from the Underworld and went into seclusion.

This retreat is 1 years.

After leaving the customs again, he has been reborn and changed his way of cultivation.

The stone door of the cave moved to both sides, and dazzling light filtered in from the outside.

Sikong Zhuchen walked out of the gate of the cave, and the priest came over and bowed to Sikong Zhuchen, "God."

Sikong Zhu Shen nodded to the priest, "How long have I been in retreat?"

"1 years." The priest said with emotion.

In other words, the time in the upper realm does not require money, and it will be tens of thousands of years in a blink of an eye.

"In the past ten thousand years, has any major event happened in the upper realm?" Sikong Zhushen asked habitually.

Every time he leaves the customs, he will ask this question.

"1000 years ago, the God King came back. The God of Time and Space fought against the God King, and the God King fell." As for other major events, after a long time, they are no longer major events.

Sikong Zhu listened intently, without changing his expression, and asked, "Underworld, what happened?"

"Underworld? No." The priest tilted his head and thought for a while, then shook his head.

Sikong Zhu narrowed his eyes, hummed lightly, and then walked towards the main hall.

The priest looked at Sikong Zhu's sinking back, moved his lips, and wanted to say something, but in the end he didn't say anything, just stood there with a troubled expression.

(End of this chapter)