I am not a serious young man

Zheng Jian majored in "Seven Swords of Cutting Heaven", and "Eight Nine Xuan Gong" is just a part-time side job, and it is incomparable to Yang Jian, Hou Zi, and Xiao Meng who specialize in this way...

It's okay to dress up...

As long as you don't use power beyond the legendary level, or don't be seen face-to-face by the consummated powers such as the devil king and the seven-kill Taoist, you won't be exposed.

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Compared with the real world, Jiuyou is like the dark side of the universe, full of evil and chaos. Most of the demons here do not have a clear sense of autonomy and kill each other. The survival of the winner is the law of Jiuyou.

This is also the fundamental reason why the demon saints around Qi Zhengyan don't have enough brains!

Well-developed limbs, brains... nothing but killing.

The fifth floor of Jiuyou.

There is an endless wasteland in front of you, and the edge cannot be seen at a glance. There is a big black sun floating in the void, casting a gloomy light, making this place always present a gloomy main color.

The ground of the wasteland is dark red, as if it has been stained by the blood of countless Nine Nether creatures, accumulated for hundreds of millions of years, forming a dark red that never fades, expressing the main theme of killing and blood.

Zheng Jian was walking on the wilderness, every step he took, he felt like he was stepping on the soft flesh, his feet sank deeply, and when he lifted it up, the ground returned to its original state...

It was as if this piece of wasteland was an incomparably huge creature.

The monotonous and unchanging wasteland, walking in it, gives people a strange feeling of staying in place, because the surroundings are exactly the same, even the big black sun in the void is always above your head...

Zheng Jian turned into a black light, crossed the wasteland in an instant, and saw a long turbid blood-yellow river in front of him from a distance.

He pressed down the light, and landed in front of the blood-yellow river, which was rolling and rushing, and there were strange and sharp screams from time to time.

Yellow Spring!

Since ancient times, Huangquan has been a symbol of death. It is said that those below the Yellow River cannot fly away from the sky above the Yellow River, and feathers do not float on the river.

If you want to pass through the Yellow Spring, you can only rely on the ten oldest two-world bridges at the beginning of Jiuyou, nine of which are distributed on the ninth floor of Jiuyou. As for the tenth floor, it is illusory, and few demons have seen it.

In addition to the Liangjie Bridge, there are also Yin Zhou made of special materials, all of which come from the depths of the Nine Nethers.

In addition, everything will sink to the bottom when it encounters the underworld.

Even the legendary Da Neng, once he falls into the Yellow Spring, will be washed away by the strange river, lose his memory, and become the ghost of the Yellow Spring forever.

At this moment, Zheng Jian thought about it, looked upstream, and found that a ray of light was rapidly approaching downstream.

In an instant, a figure appeared in front of Zheng Jianjian. He was dressed in a dark red robe, his blood-red hair was casually loose, and his face was pale.

He stared at Zheng Jian, and suddenly said: "Have you ever seen such a person?"

As he spoke, a red light appeared in front of him, reflecting a figure covered in black robes, with a delicate face and the most strange eyes, one pure black and the other pure white.

His voice was deep, full of magnetism, with an incomprehensible fascination.

Zheng Jian's heart moved, and he said: "If you want to know my answer, you have to answer my question first."

A strange look flashed in the man's eyes, and he said calmly, "Say it."

Zheng Jian pondered for a moment, "Are you afraid of ghosts?"

The man was taken aback, as if he didn't expect Zheng Jian to ask such a weird question, "Don't be afraid!"

Zheng Jianruo nodded, "Yes, this should be the answer. Since ancient times, there have been countless generations of ancestors, and no one has millions of ghosts in their ancestors...There is nothing to be afraid of!"

The man looked at Zheng Jian in astonishment, is this man sick?

Yes, it should be sick!In the land of the Nine Nethers, many evil spirits are insane, and very few can retain their sanity. Unless they become the other side of the level of the demon master or the heavenly killer Taoist, they will inevitably be affected by the Nine Nethers.

Zheng Jian continued to mutter to himself: "But here comes the problem again... It is said that after becoming a ghost, your relatives will deny you. Then the ghosts of my ancestors...how can they protect me if they don't recognize me?"

The man became more and more sure of his guess. The guy in front of him is the strength he bought with reason!

"Then if the ghost transformed by the ancestors is really not recognized by the relatives, I usually go to the grave and burn paper... Wouldn't it be in vain..."

The man's mouth was slightly opened, his expression blank, and he secretly guessed in his heart how much brain Zheng Jian had left...

He decided not to waste time with Zheng Jian, for fear that if he continued, he would become such a mindless person...

That's bad!

Thinking of this, the man's figure moved, and once again turned into a light and flew downstream.

Zheng Jian's eyes returned to normal, looking in the direction of the man thoughtfully.

"I remembered that the person with strange eyes he was looking for was the reincarnation of the evil god of the underworld... The clue to the origin of life and death, isn't this here..."

Zheng Jian's face and figure began to change, and changed in a blink of an eye. After listening to his figure, he was wearing a blood-colored cloak, and his face was young, but his eyes were full of vicissitudes that did not match his face. The mysterious temperament of words.

"Well, this image is not bad!"

After sighing, Zheng Jian stepped forward and disappeared in place.

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On the bank of Huangquan, a small blue-gray stone temple stands alone here.

When Zheng Jian came here following the figure of the man just now, he happened to see the man facing two Shura clansmen, asking about the trace of Huang Quan's reincarnation.

The temple is very simple. There is only one stone Buddha, which is carved with common materials in Jiuyou, with a blurred face. This is a faceless Buddha.

"During this time, have you ever seen this person?"

The eyes of the Shura clansmen were confused, and he said honestly: "I have seen it, this person has been in and out of this temple a few times, and then disappeared..."

The man in the dark red robe nodded, and said to himself: "It seems that Huang Quan's reincarnation disappeared here..."

"That's right!" A deep voice came from the door.

As soon as the dark red man turned his head, he saw Zheng Jian's changing figure. His aura was dark and deep. The key point was that his eyes were full of wisdom, which was completely different from the Nine Nether Demon who had lost his mind.

"who are you?"

"Who am I? Who is me? A name is just a code name, so what's the meaning?" Zheng Jian walked into the stone temple slowly, looking at the Buddha statue behind the man in the dark red robe, "It's meaningful It’s this Buddha statue, if I’m not mistaken, it’s the Buddha’s handwriting.”

The man in the dark red robe was shocked and couldn't help but exclaimed, "Buddha?"

While his pupils were shaking, he couldn't help looking at the faceless Buddha, his eyes filled with disbelief.

And the other two Shura clansmen were also extremely shocked, why were they suddenly involved in myths and legends?

For a while it was the trace of the reincarnation of the evil god of the underworld, and for a while it was the stone temple built by the Buddha... We are just ordinary members of the Shura clan...

Zheng Jian pondered for a moment, pointed out, and the blue lamp in the stone temple suddenly lit up.

The light is soft but never extinguished, illuminating the entire stone temple...

The man in the dark red robe and the two Shura clansmen were full of repulsion to this kind of light. They instinctively rejected the light from the blue lamp in front of the Buddha, which made them feel as if their demon energy had melted away.

"Do you know why the Buddha built this stone temple?" The man in the dark red robe took a long time to cut off the light and got used to it, and asked in a deep voice.

Zheng Jian smiled, "I know, but I don't want to tell you!"

The man in the dark red robe: "???"

"The clue of Huang Quan's reincarnation is broken here... Let's look for it again!" Zheng Jian sighed, and immediately walked out of the stone temple...

The man in the dark red robe felt emotional, and he also stepped out of the stone temple slowly and disappeared in place.

The two Shura clansmen were stunned for a moment, and then quickly ran towards the clan. They had to tell the ancestor of Shura about this news.

The man in the dark red robe walked out of the stone temple, and he was already far away. Suddenly, he was startled and came to his senses, "Why did I let those two Shura people go?"

Amidst doubts, he thought to himself, "Because of the pressure from that person, or was the murderous intent suppressed by the green lantern in front of the Buddha?"

Zheng Jian didn't leave the stone temple very far. The origin of life and death is a shortcut, and he can't open it with his own strength.

He is waiting for the ancestor of the Shura clan!

Because he knew that in the pure land of the stone temple, the reincarnation of the evil god of the underworld was also waiting for someone to come...

The sacred mountain of the Shura tribe.

This is a terrifying magic mountain, its shape is like a sharp tooth, the whole mountain is crimson, and there are blood, stumps, and broken arms everywhere.

Under the leadership of the leader, the two Shura clansmen came here and finally entered a hall of bones.

A dark, cold, and bone-piercing feeling filled all their senses, and in front of them were the skeletons of various creatures, forming a huge throne.

"See the ancestor!"

Above the throne, the black air filled the air, and the figure could not be seen clearly. Only a heavy voice came from the throne, "Tell me what happened from the beginning to the end."

The ancestor of Shura was the Asura who was born at the beginning of the creation of Yuan Jiuyou at this level. He possessed some characteristics of innate gods, and within the scope of Jiuyou, he had almost the power of good luck.

At first, he felt too lonely, so he cut off his left hand and turned into a first-generation female Shura...

Thus, a family was created!

So, in today's words, this is the real five-finger girl!

Of course, this is a long-standing and almost untestable matter. The ancestor of Asura has lived for too long, and now he even feels that his lifespan is dying...

Well, many of my contemporaries have already passed away...

The ancestor of Asura didn't want to die, so the only way is to make another breakthrough!

And the news of "Yellow Spring Reincarnation" brought back by the two Shura clansmen immediately made him think of the origin of life and death. If he can enter it and seek opportunities, he still has a chance to go further...

After listening to the narration of the two Shura clansmen, the Hall of Bones suddenly fell into dead silence.

After a long time, the ancestor of Asura suddenly said: "Why did you come back alive?"

The two Shura clansmen were also taken aback, yes, why did we come back alive?

In Jiuyou, there has never been any talk of morality and benevolence. Silence is normal development, right?

Looking at the bewildered looks of the two juniors who don't know how many generations, the ancestor of Ashura already understood the reason, "Retire."

The Hall of Bones has returned to dead silence...

On the throne, there was a figure condensed, full of old and decayed meaning, "It seems that they were deliberately let them back and told me the news...In that case, I should go there and fight, maybe I will return to you." There is a new vitality... If you don't fight hard, it will take tens of thousands of years, and I am afraid that you will die... The method of sealing yourself is almost reaching its limit..."

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In the stone temple, a black shadow suddenly emerged.

He walked up to the faceless Buddha, and popped out a skinny palm like chicken feet, and with a light wave, the blue lamp in front of the Buddha was lit.

Faint lights illuminate the stone temple, revealing His appearance.

An old man, so old that he was almost dying, with the Mediterranean Sea on his head, the surrounding coastline was completely white, and he didn't have a few hairs in total.

The wrinkles and ravines on the face are vertical and horizontal, the skin is piled up, the eyes are cloudy, and the teeth in the mouth live in a single-family villa.

There is also one eye on the forehead, which is blood red.

The old man stood still for a few breaths, and then let out an old voice, "Since you have led me here, why don't you come out to see me?"

Zheng Jian's figure appeared in the stone temple, looked at the old man, and said leisurely: "You are indeed the ancestor of Asura, look at you, no one will believe you have 3000 years of life!"

"Hehe, to be precise, I still have 450 years of lifespan! No matter how old the skin is, it still has the power to struggle to the death..." the ancestor of Asura said lightly.

"Tsk tsk, you know yourself so well! Hey, I would like to advise you, when you sleep in the future, don't just remember to cover your body with a quilt...you must also cover your head..." Zheng Jian said with a smile.

"Why is that?" the ancestor of Asura asked with a light smile.

Zheng Jian pondered for a while, and said: "After you cover your head, your body will be cold..."

The ancestor of Asura was stunned for a moment, and only then did he understand the meaning of Zheng Jian's words, and couldn't help but let out a creepy laugh like a knife across glass, "Hahahaha, Your Excellency, the joke you said is not at all Funny! Hahahahaha..."

Zheng Jian clasped his hands behind his back, and said quietly: "It's not funny? Then you are laughing? Your Excellency, your laughter is really ugly! I heard...you and your left hand created the Asura clan?"

The ancestor of Asura nodded with a smile, "That's right! After all, my left hand turned into the first female Asura..."

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Chapter 775 Huang Quan: After waiting for a long time, I finally waited until today

"The left hand turned into the first female Asura, and then created a group..."

"Hey! Ancestor of Asura, you really are: a heifer and ten bulls—that's awesome! The love between myself and my left hand... It turns out that the source of God's left hand is here! Zheng Jian sighed.

If he remembers correctly, Gu Xiaosang was resurrected in Xiaomeng's left hand at the beginning...

Tsk tsk, everyone is a man...

Therefore, it seems that they prefer the left hand!