Eternal Gate

Darkness, lightning and thunder.

And Zhao Yun, lying here quietly, all alone, like a lonely ghost abandoned in the burial ground, no one has mercy and no one cares.

The black robe and the golden figure of the archaeology have long since left. They have been researching for a long time, and they have even used it to search for souls.

When it comes to the two of them, their identities are not simple. One is the Underworld Emperor, the ruler of this world; the other is Emperor Huang, the most powerful saint in history. Because of their predestined relationship with this place, they are used to living there.

Woohoo...!

Suddenly, there is a gloomy meaning in the wind.

Looking around, I realized that it was a monster.

Oh no, it should be a ghost, or more precisely, an evil ghost, crawling out of the cracks in the earth, all evil spirits, hiding in the darkness, staring at Zhao Yun, bloodshot eyes glowing with green light.

If anyone is here, it will be horrifying to see.

After a long time, more evil spirits crawled out, big and small, human and beast, with different shapes, the only thing in common was looking at Zhao Yun, licking the scarlet tongue, like a group of evil wolves, staring at them. A little sheep.

Looking back, no one dared to step forward, and there was still fear and fear in his eyes.

They are not afraid of Zhao Yun, but afraid of Emperor Underworld and Emperor Huang. Although they have left, there is still aura left, and even a trace of it is enough to deter them.

When it arrives, the evil spirits are going back and forth from where.

Xu was too tired, perhaps because his soul power was too weak, Zhao Yun had slept long enough this time, and so far, there is no sign of waking up, he doesn't know the world, and he doesn't know that he died in the outer universe.

He didn't even know himself, let alone his relatives, friends and enemies, who didn't stop because of his death, not only did he not stop, but also the flames of war burned all over the worlds of immortals and gods.

When the screams of killing stopped, the blood mist had filled the starry sky, and there were mountains of corpses and seas of blood everywhere.

A big melee, I don't know how many inheritances were destroyed, and I don't know how many powerhouses were buried.

"Find it for me."

The war is over, but it's not over.

Such a violent shout is spreading all over the starry sky indefinitely.

It was the Killing God of the Dark Territory, and his feet were on Shi Ming's blood clothes, like a king overlooking the world.

Looking for what? It is natural to look for the remnants of the immortal court, the inheritance of the Moon God, the Taoist school, the Xianzong... Any hostile forces, if you find them out, either don't kill them, or kill them cleanly, which will lead to disasters in the future.

On this day, more gods ended up and searched the starry sky unscrupulously.

They would rather kill a thousand than miss one. This is their code of conduct.

The devastated starry sky has set off another catastrophe, too many inheritances have suffered, too many loose cultivators have died tragically, and the immortal world that has been killed is like being washed with blood.

Well...!

I don't know what day, Zhao Yun woke up from his deep sleep.

The moment he opened his eyes, his eyes were chaotic, without a trace of clarity, and even lying on the ground for a while without moving.

It wasn't until he was awake to dispel the confusion in his eyes, he sat up abruptly, looked around at the first time, saw that he was in a state of soul, and couldn't help but startled, "I... still alive?"

Yes, he is still alive because he is conscious and has a clear mind.

He couldn't believe it, and slapped himself in the face, um... it hurts.

"Am I dead?"

Zhao Yun covered his forehead, exhausting his memories.

He remembered very clearly, in the place where the Moon God returned to the ruins, he was beaten by the gods and destroyed.

Under such circumstances, it is impossible for him to survive.

But now, why is there still a soul, someone rescued him?

Thinking of this, he subconsciously stood up, first glanced left and right, and then looked up at the sky.

Void lightning flashes.

Earth magma vertical.

The whole world is like a black cloth, it is dim, and there is a yin wind raging.

If you listen carefully, you seem to be able to hear the wailing of Li Gui.

No matter where you look, it looks like the legendary eighteen layers of hell.

"The Underworld?"

Zhao Yun murmured, and his heart was so certain.

Father and mother died in the underworld.

Today, most of him have suffered like this. Although he was killed in the immortal world, he has a soul that enters the underworld. He is dead, but he is still alive. In this way, everything is explained.

"wrong."

Thinking about it, he raised his head sharply again, peeping around with his eyes narrowed.

Finally, he looked up at Cang Miao again, his shining eyes, as deep as an abyss.

After watching for a long time, he came to a conclusion, "This is not the original universe."

When he closed his eyes, he squatted down, grabbed a handful of soil, put it in front of his nose and sniffed it again and again. Perhaps seeing that it looked good, he stretched out his tongue and licked it to taste the salty taste.

That's it, it's still not over.

He ignited a flame with his soul power, and exercised the soil in his palm to the utmost, until the soil was smelted into ashes, and in the flying ashes, there was a trace of light, thousands of times thinner than a cow's hair.

This is the cosmic force here.

The Demon King said that everything in the world has its origin, but the difference is just like the origin of the universe in the spiritual energy, and the power of the universe in the sea of ​​​​wuliang, no matter the intensity or purity, they are far from the same level.

"Outer universe."

Looking at the shimmer of light wrapped around his fingertips, Zhao Yun muttered to himself, convinced that the conclusion was true.

Why do you say that! It is only because of this that the most original power is completely different from his soul power.

If it is calculated by attributes, the origin of the original universe is the wind attribute.

And the origin of this universe is more fiery.

what's the situation!

Zhao Yun was a little confused.

If you die in the underworld of your own universe, there is absolutely nothing wrong with it, but why do you go to the outer universe, and it is still the underworld of the outer universe.

What do you mean, the universe and the **** between the universe are connected?

Or, the **** in his own universe is full of ghosts, so he threw him here?

For a time, he thought about many possibilities, and these many possibilities were all possible.

It's useless to think too much.

Whether it is the underworld or the outer universe, at least he still has a soul left.

If you have a soul, you can return to the sun, and if you return to the sun, you can hope to return to the original universe.

There is always nothing wrong with this idea, and the process may be difficult, but it is not despair after all.

Think about the blue-haired young man, isn't it just wretched development in his universe?

Thinking of this, he called to the sky, "Anyone?...Senior?...Big guy?...Beauty?...Sister?"

As soon as his name came out, it was a long list, because he didn't know who was the master here, let alone the master here, whether it was a man or a woman, it didn't matter whether he was a man or a woman. Let him out.

When people are under the eaves, they have to bow their heads, and they can't curse!

For a long time, no one responded.

For a long time, there were only lightning and thunder and the wailing of Li Gui.

He didn't call again. For this reason, he also found a good reason for himself. Most of the big guys here haven't woken up yet, so it's not good to disturb others.

Gotta find something to do.

He sat cross-legged, silently closing his eyes.

It's not easy to die once! The cultivation base of the Immortal King Realm has stunned him all the way to the Tianwu Realm, and his frail soul was also blown by the gusts of gloomy wind.