Ask with the devil [Xiu Xian]

In the boundless darkness, only the long turbid river flowed silently under the dim light.

Li Yuan walked forward along the long river, and the cold wind blew from a distance, bringing a biting chill.

His eyes suddenly froze.

I saw several floating corpses slowly floating on the surface of the river in the distance.The clothes of the corpse were extremely simple, vaguely dating back to tens of thousands of years ago, exuding a vicissitudes of life and decay.Then, the ups and downs of weapons and magic weapons were washed by the turbulent river. Most of them were dilapidated and covered with spots of rust, telling the traces of a long time.

Li Yuan finally confirmed that this is the lowest level of the Nine Serenity Secret Realm.

——The Underworld Realm.

He still felt a little unreal.

For tens of thousands of years, countless cultivators who entered the Nine Serenity Secret Realm wanted to reach the ninth level of the secret realm to seize the opportunity, but all of them failed to return, and even more monks fell to their deaths in the seventh and eighth levels.The realm of Huangquan is considered to be the real place of the Nine Serenities, where the dead return.

And he came here so easily?

A hint of sarcasm suddenly flashed across Li Yuan's face, and the scene of the Mahayana period blood puppet forcing him to the center of the sea of ​​blood like a cat playing with a mouse flashed in his mind and forcibly teleported him.

Everything seems to be controlled by a big hand in the dark, and he is like a marionette on a chessboard, pushed forward, unable to resist and unable to break free, knowing that there is a bottomless abyss ahead, but he can only jump Down.

Li Yuan remembered the entrustment made by the Demon Lord before his departure.

"...You only need to go deep into the center of the secret realm, find the Nine Nether Yellow Springs, trace the source to the end, and then you will naturally know what I want you to find."

"Get it, whatever it takes."

Tracing back to the source, to the end.

He looked into the distance, and the strong call from the bottom of his heart still kept urging him to move forward.

What the Demon Lord wants, and what he is desperately looking for...in the end...

The Heavenly Spirit Realm, the Forbidden Land of the Northern Desolation, the ruins of the Heavenly Tribulation.

As far as the eyes can see, there is a vast expanse of scorched earth, and in the center of the forbidden area, there is a towering barren mountain.The barren hill, cut in half down the middle, is still awe-inspiring in its height, reaching almost into the sky.

Mozun stood on the top of the barren mountain, looking at the barren scenery, his handsome and bewitching face looked indifferent.His gaze is not as deep and unpredictable as usual, but quite ethereal, as if he has passed through this world, looking towards the unknown.

The bitter mountain wind lifted his clothes, and heavy dark clouds approached here.

There seemed to be silent hatred flowing in his eyes, but there seemed to be a fire burning deep in his eyes, like a silent and painful roar.And with the passage of time, these strong emotions were deposited in deeper and deeper places by him, and finally returned to indifference.

Someone is walking up the mountain.

The wide bloody coat fluttered with the wind, making the soft and slender skeleton even weaker, as if it would be blown away by the wind at any time.An alluring face was covered with black runes, and the whites of the eyes were filled with long and narrow phoenix eyes. It changed from a pretty beauty to a terrifying monster.

He went straight to Mozun's side and stood still, facing the wind and looking into the distance.

After a long time, the soft voice of men and women could not be distinguished: "...There are still three months left, and it will be that person's memorial day."

After a while, Mozun replied with three words: "I know."

There was a strange smile on the corner of Li Chen's mouth, "Are you not in a hurry?"

There was a little turmoil on Mozun's face, and he said calmly for a while: "Thousands of years have passed, so why not wait for these days. Besides, the way of heaven in this world is still alive, and whether it will be successful or not is just unknown. He shook his head, "Don't expect too much."

Li Chen said: "Isn't that magic sword of yours the son of destiny in this world? Could there be any accidents? Fortunately, I spent a lot of effort to send him to that thing."

Mozun did not refute, but only frowned and said: "Li Chen, you used that tattered body again?" He paused, and said with a little reproach: "Don't die?"

Li Chen was stunned, and laughed out of meaning: "It's strange today, senior brother Gu still cares about me." He blinked his strange eyes full of whites, and winked at Mozun, "But you have to be clear, I'm not you, and there are still tens of thousands of years to waste... If it doesn't work this time, there will be another hundred years, and I can't afford to wait."

As he spoke, he curled his lips into a sweet smile: "I miss that person so much. If I can meet him before I die, it will not be in vain for me to linger for so many years." His smile suddenly became Feeling weird, he tilted his head and looked at Mozun, "It's you, if the matter really succeeds, then my dear Senior Brother Gu, what should you do?"

"You know, if you have no chance of ascension in this life, how can you keep that person?"

"Retain?" Mo Zong replied the word, his eyes darkened, and said: "He has never been someone I can retain, and I have no intention of..."

"Hahahahaha..." Before he finished speaking, Li Chen was about to burst into tears, "Really, aren't you going to use any means? This is not like your style of conduct. You used to be in Xianzong Didn’t you use all sorts of reasons to cling to senior brother and not let us get close every day, why, now that you finally have the ability to tie him up, you’ve figured it out instead?”

"Li Chen," Mozun called his name, and said in a low voice, "You don't have to test me anymore. I will never hurt him, not before, and not now."

Li Chen looked at him deeply for a while, then finally sighed, and said, "Okay, let me believe you for now. Brother Gu, it's not that I'm suspicious. People like you are naturally cold and indifferent. By whatever means, if I die and that person falls into your hands, but you go crazy and destroy him, then my soul will be scattered and I will have no peace."

The two fell silent.

Dark clouds had quietly come over them, and in an instant there were lightning and thunder, and heavy rain poured down.

Amidst the noisy sound, Li Chen spoke again, but changed the subject: "Brother Gu, from the way you look, you don't seem to be worried about the safety of your magic sword?"

"I don't even care about my own safety, what's more, it's just a magic sword I made?" Demon Venerable said lightly, "Besides, didn't you send him to that thing? It's useless to worry now, all good fortune depends on him Own."

Li Chen said: "Even if he falls into the underworld, his mind and soul will be destroyed?"

"No." Demon Venerable was silent for a while, "If anyone in this world is recognized by that thing, he is the only one."

"Because he is the son of destiny?" Li Chen sneered, "That thing is beyond this world, destiny has no influence on it, and the soul fluctuation of your magic sword has no similarity with that person, how could you get it? Approved!"

"Naturally it's not because of his status." The Demon Venerable didn't want to say much, but said, "You just wait."

Li Chen froze for a moment, then snorted coldly, "Oh, then we'll wait and see."

"I hope you are really sure. You only have one chance. If you don't succeed this time," Li Chen said slowly, "...then I won't be able to help you anymore."