Seeking the Way of Immortality

Wu Zheng smiled and said, "Oh, I'm honored."

"It seems that you are not very interested in the ancestral mountain?" Polar Emperor asked with a smile.

Wu Zheng smiled and said, "Senior, we are old friends. What kind of interest do you think I should show?"

"I know you are angry, but some things are not up to me."

Wu Zheng nodded and said no more!

While the man and the demon were talking, Polar Emperor had broken the restrictions of the Demon Clan's ancestral mountain.

It was not until this time that Wu Zheng saw the full picture of the Demon Clan's ancestral mountain. The mountain was majestic and stretched for thousands of miles. The temperature on it was extremely cold, like an iceberg. When his soul swept through it, he immediately sensed several terrifying auras. Those auras were like the abyss, making people tremble.

"I should have brought you to the ancestral mountain a long time ago, but because you comprehended the Yin-Yang Dao in Huangfeng Town, I have been delayed until now." Polar Emperor explained.

"You already knew about the agreement between me and Fengdu City?"

"Long before you entered the Demon Realm, Fengdu City in the Underworld sent a message to the Demon Clan's ancestral mountain."

"How much do you know about the Eternal Wilderness?"

"I don't know much either. You can ask those people later." The Emperor of the Polar Earth said with a smile.

"Thank you for your advice."

"You are my junior, but there are so many tribes in the Demon Realm. I can't help you much."

"As long as the senior helps me take care of Huangfeng Town, the junior will be relieved."

"You have said very little along the way, especially your attitude towards the Xuanhuang tribes. It always feels like you are explaining your affairs after death. Is there something wrong with your state of mind?" The Emperor of the Polar Earth suddenly isolated a small space and spoke in a deep voice.

Wu Zheng thought about it, and finally said: "I am afraid that I will be in danger when I go to the Eternal Primordial Wasteland this time. If I really can't come back, please help take care of Xuanhuang Yier."

"Does your father know?"

"My father has never been to the Eternal Primordial Wasteland, and I haven't mentioned this to him."

"As far as I know, you are not the only one going to the Eternal Primordial Wasteland this time. Anyone who is ranked in the interface of the Three Thousand Great Worlds is qualified to enter. In addition to you, there are three Hades in the Underworld, and there will be three strong men from the Demon Realm going to the Eternal Primordial Wasteland this time." The Emperor of the Polar Earth frowned and spoke.

"How should I put it? It's just that kind of feeling is very bad. Even if I can come back, I'm afraid I will no longer be who I am now."

Wu Zheng's words made the Emperor of the Polar Earth fall into deep thought. Such words coming out of Wu Zheng's mouth made the Emperor of the Polar Earth cautious.

Wu Zheng's soul has far surpassed the Mahayana realm powerhouses, and his feelings are sometimes more acute than those of the Demon Ancestor realm.

"You can go to the Wan Gu Hong Huang with peace of mind. You don't have to worry about the demon world. The Zha Tian demon clan has personally said that no one dares to embarrass the Xuan Huang clan. I will take care of Huang Feng Town, so you can just be at ease."

"Thank you, senior."

While speaking, the Ji Di Huang Zun suddenly trembled, and took Wu Zheng through countless spaces and appeared outside a hall full of demonic energy.

The hall was soaring into the clouds, as if it could stand shoulder to shoulder with the demon moon!

The main entrance of the hall was about a hundred feet high, with a huge plaque on it, and the three ancient seal characters of "Demon God Temple" were written on the plaque.

As soon as Wu Zheng's eyes touched the three ancient seal characters of "Demon God Temple", he felt his soul trembling, as if thousands of demons were fighting in the sea of ​​consciousness.

Mountains of corpses, seas of blood, bloody boats, broken limbs and other negative emotions emerged in Wu Zheng's mind at the same time. The lights of thousands of houses suddenly appeared from the depths of the sea of ​​consciousness, and the lotus petals on it emitted a monstrous light.

The stone tablet trembled, and runes emerged from the stone tablet. Wu Zheng's mind became clear, and he immediately embraced the Yuan and guarded the oneness, not daring to look at the three words "Demon God Temple" again.

"Friend Wu is indeed extraordinary!" Polar Emperor said with great envy.

"What do you mean?"

"When I first advanced to the Demon Ancestor Realm, I was fortunate to enter the Ancestor Mountain and stayed here for a whole stick of incense."

"Maybe it's because my soul is far superior to ordinary people!" Wu Zheng smiled and didn't explain much.

The situation in the sea of ​​consciousness just now was the first time he had ever experienced it in his life, and the tragedy was even more serious than when he was poisoned that year.

The door below the plaque opened without being pushed, and what greeted us was the violent and thick demonic energy. The whole hall was pitch black, and only by using the eye technique could we see a little bit clearly.

A full 108 demon gods stood on both sides of the hall. Those demon gods were tall and burly, and the shortest one was ten feet away. Some demon gods were made of unknown metals, and some demon gods were living demons. The lowest aura of those living demon gods was several times stronger than that of the Polar Emperor.

"Polar Emperor of the Demon Clan, I greet the ancestors." Polar Emperor bowed and saluted, speaking respectfully.

"Xuanhuang Wu Zheng, I greet the seniors." Wu Zheng spoke in a deep voice.

The violent pressure permeated Wu Zheng's body, forcing Wu Zheng to use the protective light shield to barely block the strong pressure.

"Wu Zheng, do you recognize me?" A demon god ranked in the top ten said.

Wu Zheng looked closely and found that the demon god was none other than Zhatian who had manifested his giant face in Huangfeng Town. What Wu Zheng did not expect was that Zhatian was not the Demon Ancestor, but a demon god.

Wu Zheng was not clear about what realm the demon god was in, but he did know that the underworld, which was also one of the Three Thousand Worlds, had the special existence of Fengdu City and the peerless powerhouse of Fengdu Emperor who surpassed the emperor. So as one of the Three Thousand Worlds, the existence of the demon god was not a big deal.

Xuanhuang had been weak for a long time, and among the native Xuanhuang powerhouses, Wu Zheng was the most powerful, barely reaching the peak of the fusion, not even the tribulation and Mahayana, let alone the existence of a powerhouse that surpassed the Mahayana.

"Are you the Demon Ancestor of the Heaven?"

The Demon God nodded: "To be precise, I am not the Demon Ancestor, but the Demon God."

"Sir, what is the existence of the Demon God?"

"Out of the Three Realms, not in the Five Elements."

"Who is stronger, you or my father?"

"Eight catties and eight pounds!"

Wu Zheng was talking to the Demon God of the Heaven, and the Emperor of the Earth was standing by and could not even interrupt.

"Boy, I heard that your father wants to go against the will of heaven?" One of the demon gods whose appearance could not be seen clearly asked with a hint of ridicule.

"My generation of cultivators is already unacceptable to heaven and earth, so what if we go against the will of heaven?" Wu Zheng said with a smile, not shying away from the topic.

"You are young, but you are quite arrogant!"

"Wu Zheng, I heard that you killed a Mahayana in Xuanhuang?"

"An enemy."

"Is it Liu San from Wuxing Realm?"

"It is Liu San, how do you know?" Wu Zheng asked in surprise.

Many people know that Wu Zheng's enemy is Liu San, but few people know that Liu San is from Wuxing Realm.