There Are Always Rebels Who Want to Deceive Their Teachers and Despise Their Ancestors

Ancestor Youxuan's heart is broken... Awakening the Emperor of the Underworld is our last chance to avoid being enslaved, and we must fight desperately.

If the bet is lost, there will be no Nether Race in the world anymore, so what are you afraid of being infamous in later generations?

Ancestor Xuanming clasped his hands into fists and bowed in Yun Ruoyao's direction, "Please cooperate with Youming Juegu to open the ancient road to heaven."

"Master?" Yun Ruoyao ignored them, and gently pulled down the hem of Ye Dan's green clothes, seeking advice.

Ye Danqing smiled reassuringly, "Go. Do you still remember the way to open the ancient road to the sky?"

"Yeah." Yun Ruoyao nodded obediently, and activated the magical effect of Nether Bone, appearing in the nine heavens in an instant.

Two strange blood moons.The scarlet light fell on the earth, unable to penetrate the gray mist that filled the endless years.

Yun Ruoyao's black and white horses fluttered in the wind, her thin and delicate body was hidden in the mist, reflecting the bloody light.All of a sudden, she felt like a god of creation.

Under the gaze of an army of 10,000+ Nether tribes, under the attention of more than a dozen seven-level gods and three eight-level womb masters...

Her hair is white on the left, exuding the meaning of revival of all things;

Her hair color is black on the right, filled with the withering breath of all things;

The scarlet brilliance of the two demonic blood moons poured into the little ghost above her head like flowing water, leading it to the Nether Bone.

Complicated and mysterious handprints, knotted in the slender and white fingers;

Spells with unknown meaning spit out moist and pink lips;

The death energy of the entire Netherworld was surging like a sea tide, shaking everything in the world.

In the dark, there seems to be a portal trembling, slowly opening a gap, blowing out the breath from the ancient and boundless.

"Look! The light of the blood moon, the breath of death, and the unknown breath are blending."

"Bridge? The brilliance of two blood moons, melted into a bridge?"

"I saw a door, right in the middle of the blood moon."

"Secret Realm? Or Treasure Inheritance?"

"..."

In the army of the Nether tribe and the Nether kingdom, exclamations came and went.

They have never seen such a strange scene in the Netherworld, as if they have seen the creation of heaven and earth.

"This is... the gateway to the Ancient Tongtian Road!"

"As long as we step on the Blood Soul Bridge, we can go to Tongtian Ancient Road and meet the Underworld Emperor!"

Patriarch Xuanming and Patriarch Youxuan trembled with excitement, almost unable to suppress the urge to step on the Blood Soul Bridge.

Ye Danqing just stood aside calmly, and the invisible power emanating from his body was enough to deter them from acting rashly.

"Blood Soul Bridge! Open the road to the sky!" Yun Ruoyao spat out an order between her teeth.

Following that, the entire Netherworld trembled violently, as if terrified by the power of the Earth Immortal, and trembling with excitement for the return of the master.

"Do you know how the four worlds outside the domain, including the Nether Ghost Realm, came to be?" Ye Danqing looked at the Blood Soul Bridge, which traversed an unknown distance, with a half-smile on his face.

Patriarch Youxuan frowned slightly, "What do you want to say?"

"Could it be that Your Majesty knows?" Ancestor Xuanming's eyes were full of surprise.

The extraterritorial world was formed a long time ago, and there is no corresponding record for any race...not even the Nether race.

However, Ye Danqing, as an earth immortal of the Nine Realms Cave, might know the secret of the origin of the four realms outside the territory.

"Actually, the reason for the formation of the Four Realms outside the Territory is very obvious."

Ye Danqing took the lead to step on the Blood Soul Bridge, feeling its blood connection with the Netherworld, and said with a smile: "Isn't it common knowledge that the immortals in the Nine Realms Cave have an inner world?"

"This is common sense in the world of cultivating immortals." Patriarch Xuanming nodded.

"Then have you ever thought about it. Where did the inner world go after the death of the Earth Immortal?" Ye Danqing walked slowly on the Blood Soul Bridge, like a god about to ascend to immortality.

"Whether the Earth Immortal will fall or not is unknown."

"Even if the Underworld Emperor has fallen, the inner world must have collapsed along with it, right?"

Laozi Youming and Patriarch Xuanming hurriedly followed, expressing their opinions thoughtfully.

Ye Danqing was not in a hurry to refute them, but embraced Yun Ruoyao who appeared beside him, "Ruoyao, how do you feel when you see him again?"

"Yao'er..." Yun Ruoyao's heavy pupils showed a little disappointment.

After a moment of silence, she shook her head, "Yao'er doesn't feel much. Apart from blood, we have no connection."

"Do you still hate him?" Ye Danqing asked softly.

Yun Ruoyao shook her head slightly, "In the previous life, Yao'er complained about him; in this life, Yao'er's farewell to him is just a farewell."

She is no longer the ignorant "Yun Ruoyao" of the past, but a supreme existence who has experienced vicissitudes, stood on the top of the world, and even surpassed the Dao.

Except for my own master who can't give up, except for the Yanbofeng family who are always in my heart... the others have long been underestimated.

"Let's go." Ye Danqing took her soft and boneless little hand and walked towards the other end of the door.

Seeing this, the two elders Xuanming hurriedly followed behind the pair of master and apprentice, stepping on the Blood Soul Bridge to the sky under the gaze of all living beings.

Soon, their figures disappeared behind the portal between the blood moons.

All that remained were Ye Danqing's joking words:

"Elder Xuanming, do you think those two blood moons look like two eyeballs?"

"Master, don't say such scary things... Yao'er is scared."

"Ruoyao, don't you know everything? Why are you still afraid?"

"Woo... Yao'er is just scared... You don't know how terrified Yao'er is when she is stared at by them every day."

"They are already dead things...not afraid, not afraid."

Chapter 93 Is this the Underworld Emperor?

Everyone passed through the portal between the two blood moons, and all they saw was nothingness with no top, no bottom, no front, no back, no concept of time or space.

This kind of emptiness is different from emptiness, and will not corrode matter and consciousness.

It is the starting point, the core, and the end point of the inner world, and it is also the ladder that creates the fairy road.

The ancient road to the sky in front of Ye Danqing has long been incomplete, and at the end there is a floating mausoleum, like a luxury cruise ship carved from white jade on the sea of ​​death.

"This is... the Mausoleum of the Underworld Emperor?"

"Your Majesty the Underworld Emperor!"

Patriarch Youxuan and Patriarch Xuanming were trembling with excitement, and they couldn't wait to go forward to meet the legendary ancestor of the Nether clan.

Ye Danqing, who was holding Yun Ruoyao's little hand, just stood there, like an insurmountable moat.

The elder Xuanming had no choice but to suppress the restlessness in his heart and wait for him to act.

"Walk."

"Ah."

Yun Ruoyao obediently followed Ye Danqing, slowly stepped on the ancient road to the sky that only existed in consciousness, and headed towards the mausoleum of the Underworld Emperor.

The two elders Xuanming hurriedly followed.

To the approach of the four "uninvited guests", the Emperor's Mausoleum did not respond, and was still slowly floating in the sea of ​​death.

"It's still sleeping so hard." Ye Danqing's mouth curled up into a playful smile, and he raised his hand and slapped him with a palm, "Little slob, it's time to get up."

He had absolutely no respect for a generation of Underworld Emperors, and his tone was relaxed and teasing, as if calling a child who likes to stay in bed to get up and eat.

Regarding this, Yun Ruoyao was no stranger to it.

The two elders Xuanming dared not speak out, they could only pretend that they didn't see anything.

You are awesome.

Everything you do is right.

The Underworld Emperor's Mausoleum was very disrespectful, and it still didn't respond at all, as if it contained dead objects without any consciousness.

Dead, but not dead.

"It seems that my body service is still too polite." Ye Danqing stepped forward and forcibly dragged out an ancient bronze coffin from the mausoleum of the Underworld Emperor with astonishing force.

"My lord. You..."

"Let it go... no!"

Patriarch Xuanming and Patriarch Youxuan were dug up their ancestral graves, angry, angry, afraid and helpless, their two old faces wrinkled like old chrysanthemums.

"I didn't say anything, why are you so excited?" Yun Ruoyao glared at the elders Xuanming angrily with rare strength.

Patriarch Xuanming and Patriarch Youxuan opened their mouths, but they couldn't utter half a word of rebuttal.

The Underworld Emperor is the ancestor of the Nether Race, and in the final analysis is the ancestor of Yun Ruoyao.

She has no objection, and others really don't have the qualifications to point fingers.

"Row."

"as long as you are happy."

The two elders Xuanming clenched their fists and turned their backs, and came out of nowhere.

Yun Ruoyao ignored the two elders, looked at the ancient bronze coffin with a guilty conscience, and asked, "Master, is he still inside?"

"It's still there." Ye Danqing said, with a tooth-piercing "creaking" sound, he forcibly lifted the coffin board of Emperor Hades.

With a "boom", the mysterious space trembled violently, and the coffin board of the ancient bronze coffin fell to the ground.

The two elders Xuanming hurriedly turned their heads, wanting to check the condition of the Underworld Emperor and pay a visit to the Underworld Emperor, they were immediately stunned by what they saw.

"Master..."

Yun Ruoyao timidly hid behind Ye Danqing, her eyes as clear as water reflected the scene inside the ancient bronze coffin:

The first thing that came into view was a sword. Rusty blood stains were constantly wriggling on the sword like a living thing.

Dots of ink form the rune hinges, form the body of the ancient sword, go deep into the coffin, insert into the chest cavity of a corpse, and root in the limbs.