Eternal Gate

Emperor Ming left, leaving behind a melancholy Zhao Yun, who sprayed in the middle of the night, and the seniors also shouted a lot, but still no one was happy, not to mention going home, it would be difficult to get out of hell.

Here, Emperor Hades has landed on the top of a mountain.

Emperor Huang then manifested, and the golden radiance enveloped the twilight.

"After listening for a long time, what are your opinions?" Emperor Hades asked.

"I think the soul search is the most direct." Di Huang said leisurely.

"If you can find it, why do you need to work so hard."

"You are the emperor! ... There is always a way."

"Standing and talking doesn't hurt your back." Emperor Hades squinted.

Although he was scolding people, he couldn't hide a bit of embarrassment in his tone.

Soul search is a good secret method, but it is ineffective for that person, or in other words, there is a strong restriction in the soul of that kid to cover up, and, for the person who planted the restriction, the Taoism is not low, and it is not impossible to search the soul hard. But it is tantamount to murder.

"The Great Chu Heavenly Court."

While the two were talking, they suddenly heard a roar that shook the universe.

It was a call from the starry sky, Xu Shi was too sad, and even in the underworld, it was clearly audible.

Emperor Huang's golden eyes flashed, while Emperor Underworld's eyes were deep, all looking at the vast starry sky through the interface barrier, what they saw was a sea of ​​people, or flying swords, or flying, or riding spirit beasts, or driving chariots, one after another. He ran towards a sea of ​​stars, the most dazzling thing was the blood-stained battle flag, the four characters of the Great Chu Heavenly Court, which made people want to cry.

"Count the time, he has been suppressed for a hundred years."

"Calculate the time, the All-Heaven Sect should return."

Both of them murmured, and there was a deep sadness in their words.

This is a world where gods, demons, gods and Buddhas coexist. This is an era of chaos in the heavens and the world. There is such a younger generation's journey against the sky, which is covered with blood and bones.

A sneeze!

Eighteen layers of hell, Zhao Yun sneezed.

In the state of the soul, I was a little weak and could not help the wind. I was blown by the yin wind, and it was cold. Eighty percent of it was a cold, and the sneezes were one after another.

Emperor Hades left, he was not idle, he was squatting there to dig a hole.

He dug out piles of dirt, ignited a dim flame with his soul power, and cultivated a trace of invisible cosmic power to cultivate and nourish his soul body.

Here... there is no heaven and earth aura.

All he can use is this meager power.

Thoughts are good, reality is cruel.

Busy for most of the night, tired enough not to say, did not get much.

It doesn't matter, less becomes more.

There will come a day when he will be able to recreate the primordial spirit, the soul state is unpopular, and when the real body is created, he should be able to find a good job. Eighteen levels of hell.

All beginnings are hard.

It's a long way to go, and it's still a long way home.

It took him several months to dig, the transparent soul body, dyed black and black, severely malnourished, coupled with weak soul power, a slightly stronger yin wind can blow him all over the sky, and when it falls , I will definitely fall into the seven meat and eight elements.

Today, he hasn't gotten up for a while.

The fall was too hard and miserable, and the brain was buzzing.

"If you train the power of the universe like this, you should be able to shape the primordial spirit in eight hundred years." Zhao Yun covered his forehead and sat alone to settle accounts. It's just strange that the power of the universe here is too thin, regardless of its purity and concentration. are weak to the extreme.

Therefore, it is necessary to gather less into more.

It is estimated that it will take at least eight hundred years to create a real body.

Woohoo...!

In the raging yin wind, there were more ghosts howling.

When Zhao Yun heard it, he turned his eyes subconsciously, and could see that in the dark, strange things seemed to be looming, mostly crawling out of the ground, and the so-called howls came from them.

what's that?

Zhao Yun narrowed his eyes.

Waiting for a look, he turned over and jumped up.

I don't blame him for this, it's just because in all directions, there are souls with strange shapes, humanoids, beasts, all kinds of ferocious, bloodshot eyes, all flickering with a sinister green light, and his body is horrified. .

Goblin?

Zhao Yun said in his heart.

Yes, it must be an evil spirit, because every soul is full of evil thoughts, evil thoughts and resentment, which is somewhat similar to the evil spirits or evil spirits in the original universe.

But I forgot, this is such an eighteen-layer hell, how can there be no murderous things.

"Just here, please bear with me." Zhao Yun cupped his fists.

When it was over, this guy turned his head and ran away, because an evil spirit had already pounced on it. It was like a wolf, scarlet all over, and looked ferocious and terrifying. This kind of demeanor was obviously not here to talk about the family, but to eat people. .

Don't run and wait to be taken away?

With his little soul power, if he was pressed, he would not be torn apart.

Roar!

He ran in front of him, and the blood wolf evil spirit chased after him, his roar was deafening.

"I provoke you."

Zhao Yun cursed loudly, and Mu Zujin fled.

If people from the original universe saw this, it would be torn apart.

He is the one who has cut down the gods.

Now, he was chased and killed by a little wolf cub, and was thrown into his grandmother's house.

That being said, if you have to escape, you have to escape, the strength is not good, the situation is embarrassing, and it's okay to counsel once or twice.

Of course, his temporary avoidance of the edge made the blood wolf evil ghost even more brutal and tyrannical, chasing him all the way.

After a while, Zhao Yun was caught up.

The blood wolf demon Ling Tian pounced on him, and he really pressed him. Without saying a word of nonsense, he opened his mouth to bite, and easily tore off one of Zhao Yun's arms.

"You motherfucker."

Zhao Yun gritted his teeth and forced a secret technique.

Seeing his eyebrows flashing, the Heavenly Destruction Primordial Divine Sword was cut out.

In order to make this blow, it can be said that he had to kill half of his life.

There is no way. After death, his state is not good, his soul power is extremely weak, and he really can't stand the wear and tear of the secret technique. Just this divine sword of Heaven Extinguishing Primordial Soul has taken away 80% of his soul power. This is also him. For the sake of body shaping.

I am afraid that without waiting for the creation of the primordial spirit, the soul will fly away first.

Without foundational support, even the most heaven-defying secret technique is also a decoration.

Zheng!

The Primordial Divine Sword slammed and slashed into the head of the blood wolf demon.

This sword was very useful, and the evil ghost was caught off guard, and fell to the ground with a cry.

Although the evil ghost is dead, a ray of light floats out, and that is the soul power, the soul power of the evil ghost.

"good stuff."

Zhao Yun's eyes were quick, and he grabbed it with one hand, and immediately merged into his soul body.

Feel it! It's not ordinary comfort, like a beggar who has been hungry for three or five days. After drinking a mouthful of hot meat porridge, it feels like a meal, not to mention how wonderful it is.

"That's what it means!."

Zhao Yun murmured, and couldn't help but glance at the evil spirits in all directions.

Every ghost here has more or less soul power. A powerful ghost has a lot of soul power and essence; a weak ghost like the blood wolf just now has weak and thin soul power.

At this moment, Zhao Yun's eyes flickered, as if he had found a way to make a fortune. As long as he kills the evil spirit, he will be able to steal his soul power, and then use it for himself. Although it is very rare, it is better than the pitiful one. cosmic force.

"Brother Long, I am very angry today." Zhao Yun stroked his illusory sleeves, his energy was not ordinary.