True Immortal of the Netherworld

He held the Mingjiang Tianfengjiang Rebirth Pill, the Ghost Wooden Waist Pendant and the White Mountain Spirit Ginseng in his hands, looked at them carefully, and nodded with satisfaction.

"My Lady Empress, please wait a moment while I cast a spell to resurrect the Moth Ling." Ming Jiang Tianfeng said respectfully, his tone full of confidence.

The empress just nodded. Although the joy of waiting for the Moth Ling's resurrection surged in her heart at this moment, on the surface she showed the reserve and solemnity she should have as the empress of the Nether Realm.

Underworld general Tianfeng turned around and ordered to the three ghost generals: "You three, come here and help me activate the soul-casting technique."

When the ghost generals Qing Niu, Purple Lion and Li Jiao heard this, they immediately ran over with smiles on their faces.

Especially the ghost general Zi Shi. His swollen right face looked like half a peach, and his smiling mouth looked like a crooked eggplant.

"If you have a chance to live, this injury is nothing." He comforted himself in his heart.

The three tall ghost generals behaved as well-behaved as three children at this time, standing neatly in front of the ghost general Tianfeng.

The underworld general Tianfeng handed over the "Pill of Rebirth", the Ghost Wooden Waist Pendant carrying the soul of Mo Ling and the ten thousand-year white mountain ginseng into the hands of the three ghost generals respectively.

The three of them carefully held these three treasures in their palms and laid them flat in front of them. They held their breath and did not dare to blink. It was as if what they were holding in their hands was the life-extending elixir for the three of them.

After making preparations for the operation, Ming Jiang Tianfeng chanted an obscure incantation, and then shot three spells in a row.

"Puff puff!"

Three white auras fell on the three treasures.

Immediately, circles of golden light shining around the three treasures slowly rose from the hands of the three ghost generals and gathered together in mid-air two feet high.

The three ghosts clasped their hands together, sat cross-legged, and recited the mantras in unison.

"Mo-mo - croak - woo woo -"

After a moment, the Heavenly Spirit Caps of the three of them projected three powerful, colorful spiritual lights transformed from soul power into the three treasures hanging above.

Don't underestimate the seven-colored spiritual light transformed by these three soul powers. Each one is the essence of the soul power of three ghost generals. It will consume at least ten years of cultivation for each of them.

Beads of sweat dripped down the faces of the three of them, but their bodies remained stable without any sway.

In an instant, the three treasures in mid-air emitted colorful auras, leaned together, and slowly rotated.

"Cast!"

With a soft drink, Mingjiang Tianfeng fired another spell.

I saw a milky white, palm-sized soul emerging from the Ghost Wood Waist Pendant and sinking into the White Mountain Spirit Ginseng.

The surface of the Baishan ginseng shone with colorful light, began to sway and grow in size, and gradually grew limbs and a head. It took a full thirty breaths to transform into a human form.

At first, the appearance was vague, but gradually it became clearer.

Finally, he transformed into a handsome young man wearing golden clothes, hanging quietly in mid-air.

The handsome young man's eyes were tightly closed, and his skin was as white as jade, as if frozen, without any sign of life.

The empress, who was watching carefully from the side, could no longer control her emotions. With a pair of beautiful eyes shining brightly, she recognized the boy as the person in her memory.

Mingjiang Tianfeng did not dare to neglect, he continued to use his skills, and produced wheel-like magic formulas in his hands.

"born!"

There was another clear drink.

The handsome young man in mid-air opened his mouth, and the crystal clear "Rebirth Pill" suddenly entered his mouth.

The next moment, circles of golden spiritual patterns visible to the naked eye swayed around the handsome young man's body. His chest began to rise and fall, and he began to breathe. After that, his eyes slowly opened. They were a pair of black, bright, heroic and deep eyes.

His body was still hovering in mid-air, releasing jumping soul power fluctuations and setting off a gust of wind.

His golden clothes danced gracefully, his hair flew upside down, and his aura became stronger and stronger.

"Success!"

Ming Jiang Tianfeng looked at the young man and said with great joy, a look of satisfaction on his face. Although his heart ached for losing the "Pill of Rebirth", there was no treasure more precious than his own free breathing.

Ming Jiang Tianfeng made a move with one hand, and the Ghost Wooden Waist Pendant fell into his hand with a swish.

He held the waistband in both hands and handed it to Xu Yang.

"This is such a good treasure. Thank you Xu Xiaoxiong for generously borrowing it."

"Easy to do."

Xu Yang nodded, took the belt and hung it carefully on his waist. This treasure was going to be taken back to Master Gui Gu Ye Yan Wen to nourish his soul, so he couldn't be careless.

After a moment, the young man in gold shirt in mid-air fell slowly like a golden eagle with spread wings, his posture elegant and unrestrained.

He first spread his arms and glanced at his body, with a look of surprise on his face. When he looked up again and saw the empress opposite him, his expression was startled for a moment, and then he said sheepishly: "Your Majesty the empress, I am..."

Before he could finish his words, the empress opposite could no longer hold her reserve. She quickly jumped forward, like a colorful butterfly fluttering in a flower, she opened her arms and hugged Mo Ling tightly.

"I..." Mo Ling, who had the appearance of a young man, blushed at the base of his ears and was speechless for a moment. He opened his arms and gently hugged Hongzhu into his arms.

Although the actual age of the empress is over a hundred years old, she has good looks and looks like she is seventeen or eighteen years old. The two hugged each other like a pair of passionate little lovers.

"Stop talking, it's all my fault. I should have guessed it was you."

As the empress said, she couldn't help but recall the past between the two of them.

Time goes back more than a hundred years ago.

That year, the previous Hades Emperor "Yang" disappeared for no reason, and the new Hades Emperor "Tang" succeeded to the throne amidst a lot of doubts.

Before that, the relationship between the underworld and the underworld was extremely harmonious.

Legend has it that in ancient times, the underworld and the underworld were the interface that merged together. For unknown reasons, it was eventually separated into two interfaces, the Nether World and the Underworld.

The You clan in charge of the Nether World and the Ming clan in charge of the Underworld are of the same lineage.

A hundred years ago, the new Emperor "Tang" succeeded to the throne.

The empress of the Nether Realm at that time, "You Yucai", doubted the legitimacy of her succession. The two argued and even fought, triggering a war between the underworld and the underworld.

But the underworld is, after all, an interface half a level higher than the underworld. Although the power of the new Underworld Emperor "Tang" is not yet stable, he still easily defeated the Underworld.

Afterwards, the new Hades Emperor "Tang" became furious and planned to deprive the You clan of their royal status in the Nether Realm, and decided to sacrifice more than 3,000 members of the You clan to annihilation.

However, due to the deep-rooted dominance of the You clan in the Nether World, if all the You clan are killed, they may no longer be able to effectively control the Nether World.

Although the people of the Netherworld in the underworld have noble blood, it is difficult for them to reproduce, resulting in an underpopulation in the underworld. However, the You clan people in the Nether World can easily reproduce offspring, and the You clan people can enter the underworld after being empowered with Nether Qi, thus becoming lower-class residents of the underworld.

In order to stabilize the constant relationship between the underworld and the underworld, Emperor "Tang" came up with a way.

First, he permanently imprisoned the then empress of the Nether Realm, "You Yucai". Later, a hundred-year game was decided with the You clan.

The Emperor of Hades planted a "hundred-year reincarnation curse" on the saint who will become the next empress of the underworld. This curse will occur every hundred years. Once an attack occurs, the body and body of the cursed person will return to that of a seven or eight year old. Each episode lasts for thirty days.

The key to this game is that the Emperor of the Underworld can use these thirty days to send people to kill the Empress of the Underworld who has suffered from the "Reincarnation Curse".

If the current empress is killed, the next saint will be replaced and the game will continue. In this way, it can be ensured that the Empress of the Nether Realm does not have enough time to make herself strong enough to resist the rule of the Underworld Emperor.

This is also the punishment given to the You clan by Emperor Hades.

More than a hundred years ago, Hongzhu was the saint of the underworld at that time.

In her prime, Hongzhu went to Fengdu in the underworld as a saint of the underworld to meet Emperor "Tang" of the underworld.

At that time, Hongzhu was at an innocent and romantic age, and she didn't know that coming to Fengdu meant accepting the "hundred-year reincarnation" killing game, and that she was the one to be hunted down in this ruthless game.

Hongzhu, who had just arrived in the underworld, happened to catch up with the annual Lantern Festival in Fengdu, the underworld.

In order to show that the new emperor has succeeded to the throne, the world is prosperous, and all families are in harmony, the new Emperor "Tang" deliberately made this Lantern Festival more grand than previous years.

On the streets of Fengdu, various colorful lanterns are lined up, phoenixes and birds are playing, fish and dragons are dancing, which is dizzying.

Hongzhu, as a saint in the Netherworld, has never left the palace in the Netherworld since she was born. She has never seen such a lively, friendly, beautiful and peaceful scene.

"What a beautiful lantern."

She was originally sitting in a sedan chair and was instantly attracted by the lanterns on the street. She got out of the sedan chair and enjoyed the lanterns with the crowd accompanied by her old slave.

"Guess the lantern riddles. If you guess the riddles correctly, you will get a lantern." A white-haired old man in light blue clothes shouted.

Hongzhu was attracted by the sound.

She looked up and saw a lantern in the shape of a kingfisher. The shining light was flowing, and the kingfisher was about to fly. She fell in love with it immediately.

The lantern riddle hanging on the lantern is a picture with a word.

On the left side of the painting is a burning flame, and on the right side is a moth flying into the flame.

"What is this word? Let me think about it, and I almost guessed it." Hongzhu thought in her mind.

“I guessed this lantern riddle, it’s the Chinese character for candle.”

At this time, a handsome young man of seventeen or eighteen years old wearing a golden brocade shirt on the other side spoke first.

"That's right, it's the Chinese character for Hongzhu." Hongzhu blurted out.

"Unfortunately, this young master guessed it first, and this lantern belongs to this young master."

With that said, the old man took off the lantern and handed it to the young man.

"Little brother, can you give me this lantern?" Hongzhu said sheepishly.

When the young man heard the sound, he turned around and saw Hongzhu's charming and handsome face.

A pair of pupils are like autumn water. She has a pair of beautiful eyes, with clear black and white eyes, clear and dust-free, with a hint of innate nobility.

Her long eyelashes are like curtains, and the blinking of her eyelashes is as sultry as the breeze blowing through the willows.

Her nose is straight and small like a jade, her lips are rosy but not gaudy, and her cheeks are like spring peaches.

"What a beautiful girl." The young man thought to himself and blushed.

"If you like it, I'll let it go to you." The boy replied innocently.

The girl took the lantern and asked, "What's your name?"

"My name is Mo Ling."

"Thank you, Mo Ling."

The boy looked at the girl dreamingly and had forgotten what he was going to say next.

"Miss, it's getting late, we should leave." said the old slave behind the girl.

"Um."

The girl took the lantern and left with the old slave contentedly.

When the boy realized that the girl had gone away and thought of asking her name, it seemed that it was too late.

The girl turned around and smiled brightly, got on the sedan chair and disappeared into the crowd.

The crowd searched for her thousands of times, but that person was in the dim light.