I am in the world of immortal cultivation

Judge Cui had been away for only half a month. He thought that if he didn't go back, he wouldn't have to teach Qin Shu the method of concealing her aura, so that she could stay calm and not go to the King of Hell.

During this period, the King of Hell has been looking for Taoist Xuantian, but every time he arrives, he is always a step late.

In the end, he could only find a way to find a guy with a lot of wishing stones to guard him.

Lao Cui would handle any accidents elsewhere, and he would only be responsible for guarding this fat sheep.

So in the past half month, everyone has been too busy to do anything, and only he, the King of Hell, can fish with confidence.

On the twelfth day when the King of Hell was waiting for something to happen, he was actually asked to squat by Taoist Xuantian.

As soon as Taoist Xuantian took action, he saw a figure appear in the space beside him.

"Taoist Xuantian." The King of Hell called him by his name.

Taoist Xuantian's expression changed, and he knew at a glance that the little brat under his disciple had betrayed him.

Seeing his bad expression, the King of Hell said cheerfully: "I'm waiting for you here, not to fight you. I wonder if we can have a private chat?"

If it were other ghosts who said this, even Judge Cui, Taoist Xuantian would reject it without hesitation.

But it was the King of Hell who wanted to talk to him at this time. Taoist Xuantian was silent for a rare moment, as if he had thought of something, and finally nodded and agreed.

The King of Hell was stunned when he saw this. He originally thought about what he would do if he didn't agree, but he didn't expect that he was so easy to talk to.

Because of this, the smile on the face of the King of Hell became even bigger.

The two of them found a suitable place and looked at each other, both waiting for the other to speak first.

Seeing that the silence was too long, the King of Hell laughed twice to break the awkward atmosphere, and said to Taoist Xuantian: "Taoist Xuantian, you are the founder of Xuantianmen, why are you here? ?”

After hearing this, Taoist Xuantian raised his eyes and glanced at him, as if he felt that his question was a bit too confusing.

"I haven't ascended. If I die and don't become a ghost cultivator, where can I go?" Taoist Xuantian asked.

The King of Hell was choked. He coughed lightly, shook his head, and said: "Ahem... I want to say that you are still very good at cultivating ghosts, so why do you need so many wish stones?"

Taoist Xuantian did not answer him, but looked at him from head to toe, and then asked: "King of Hell, have you also been trapped here for your whole life?"

The King of Hell was startled, and his cheerful face gradually turned cold.

Naturally, his reaction meant that everything was unspoken. Taoist Xuantian understood in his heart and laughed, "It seems I was right. No matter how high your cultivation level is and how much wish power you absorb, you still can't leave here." Realm. Even...you can't enter reincarnation."

The King of Hell looked at the expression on his face, and suddenly the solemnity on his face relaxed. He looked at Taoist Xuantian and asked: "You ask me like this, is it because you can't leave Yuemou?"

Taoist Xuantian shook his head and said, "King of Hell, if you want to talk to me, we will have a frank and honest chat. If we continue to make such roundabout ways, then I will have nothing to talk to you about."

The expression on the King of Hell's face changed again and again. Finally, the smile on his face disappeared and he became serious.

"as you wish."

Seeing the King of Hell agree, Taoist Xuantian breathed a sigh of relief.

This confusion has trapped him for thousands of years, and perhaps only the King of Hell can give him the answer.

"I cannot reincarnate, nor can I leave this world, but in a sense, I have achieved immortality." The King of Hell replied.

"What about you? What do you want with so many wish stones?" The King of Hell changed his voice and asked again.

"To improve your cultivation."

The King of Hell frowned, "What do you want to do with such a high level of cultivation?"

Taoist Xuantian shook his head, "Just wait, it's my turn to ask."

The King of Hell's brows immediately frowned even more tightly, but he still nodded, as if he acquiesced to this rule.

"Are you the only one who cannot leave this world, or are all ghost cultivators unable to leave?"

The King of Hell shook his head, "No, all ghost cultivators can go to the mortal world, including me."

When the King of Hell said this, he kept staring at Taoist Xuantian. He understood that this boy was following him in circles, but he vaguely guessed something.

Taoist Xuantian didn't expect him to say that, but if he asked in more detail, he would guess his plan.

"Is it my turn to ask this time?" The King of Hell said with a smile: "It's still the same question, what do you want to do with such a high level of cultivation?"

Taoist Xuantian folded his arms and let the dark wind beside the Forgotten River blow his hair.

"I'm used to practicing. I just want to see what ghost cultivation will be like at the end."

"What about you? Is there a more powerful ghost cultivator above you?" Taoist Xuantian asked.

The King of Hell shook his head, "No, these ghost cultivators in the ghost world, even if they work hard all their lives, their final cultivation will not surpass mine."

He is absorbing the power of wishes all the time, while other ghost cultivators can only practice through wish stones, so naturally they will never be able to catch up with him.

"You want to ascend?" King Yama suddenly said again.

His tone was very calm, and this sentence was not a question, but a statement.

Obviously, he has already made some guesses in his mind, and this possibility is very reasonable.

Taoist Xuantian pursed his lips and remained silent. After a long time, he sighed, "So, is it really impossible to ascend to the ghost world?"

The King of Hell shook his head, "The ghost world is a world of its own. No matter how powerful the cultivation place is, that's all."

Taoist Xuantian's face turned dark, "I don't believe it!"

The King of Hell sighed, "If you don't believe it, try it yourself. When your cultivation level no longer depends on your own practice to improve, but can only rely on your willpower, don't you understand? Ascension, ascension, and cultivation, fate must be in your own hands."

The soul of Xuantian Taoist was illusory for a while, and finally stabilized his body.

He laughed, but this laughter was accompanied by gusts of cold wind, which sounded like a wail.

1,500 years ago, he was praised as a rare genius in the world of cultivation. In just 500 years, he cultivated to the stage of tribulation.

However, he has never been able to ascend.

No matter how hard he tried, he could not find the guiding force.

It was because of this that he began to believe that no one in the world of cultivation had been able to ascend for nearly 10,000 years.

Even a genius like him was no exception. The immortal world completely closed the door to their world of cultivation.

In the following days, he tried every possible way, even Qing Lao and Zhuque Patriarch he asked, there was no way at all.

Becoming a ghost cultivator was also a choice he made after careful consideration.

Unlike other cultivators who had to become ghost cultivators, he became a ghost cultivator voluntarily.

Because many years ago, he had read in an ancient book that a ghost cultivator ascended to the immortal world with the help of his will.

So he simply abandoned his physical body and came to the ghost world.

Since this road was blocked, he might as well change it!