True Immortal of the Netherworld

The Emperor of the East China Sea looked at the backs of Xu Yang and others turning around, and was in a daze. The gold-embroidered rhubarb cloak hung weakly behind him, and the scaled dragon pattern on it was as soft as a starving insect that had lost its strength. At this moment, he looked a little numb on the outside, the feeling of a loser at a loss.

After a moment, he took a deep breath. The saltiness in the sea breeze irritated his nostrils and throat, instantly bringing his dazed thoughts back to reality, like a greedy beast smelling blood that made his instinct irresistible.

"These people are my prey. I am the master of the East China Sea Grand Palace and the master of the entire East China Sea. How can I easily bear such a failure?" The Emperor of the East China Sea asked himself in his heart, a pair of old eyes flashed with murderous intent.

"Ten years ago, I was seriously ill and my body was in decline..."

His mind jumped to ten years ago.

The East China Sea Grand Palace stands on a huge island deep in the East China Sea. The entire palace is built on the mountain, like a giant overlooking the vast East China Sea in front of it, majestic and domineering.

In a large bedroom in the palace, on the sunny side, the sunlight weakly penetrates the window lattice and screen, scattering decadent light spots and jumping shadows.

The Emperor of the East China Sea was lying on the bed, his whole body like a ball of soft dough.

His bun was a little messy, his face was as pale as paper, and his breath was as weak as the curtain hanging down by the bed.

"Is there really no cure for my disease?" The Emperor of the East China Sea looked up blankly with his somewhat cloudy old eyes, his eyes unfocused and he said weakly.

Beside the hospital bed, in addition to two dignified-looking maids wearing scaled dragon costumes, there was also an elderly imperial doctor of the East China Sea Grand Palace who was kneeling on the ground.

"The guilty minister is incompetent, the guilty minister is incompetent." The imperial doctor seemed to have a knife on his neck, his face was extremely ugly, and as he spoke, he banged his head on the hard ground. It seemed that as long as he made a hole in the ground, he could get out and escape.

"Chief Imperial Physician, you just said that I probably only have half a year left in my life. I am not going to die yet. You all should go out and leave me alone for a while." The Emperor of the East China Sea said in a loud voice. His tone was as stubborn and arrogant as the pair of royal horns on his forehead that had never been weak.

After hearing this, the two personal maids and the great doctor bowed and retreated. The leaving maid sighed softly, then pushed the door tightly with both hands, and stood guard outside the door.

The Great Imperial Physician was walking on the corridor, walking cautiously, like grass and trees about to fall in the autumn wind. He shook his head as he walked, his back looking lonely.

...

In the room, there was only the lonely Emperor Donghai and the trivial, dark shadow cast by the sun.

"I can't die yet. Although I have seven sons, none of them has pure blood of the Scale Dragon Royal Family. If I fall, there will be no qualified heir in the entire Scale Dragon Royal Family, and the Scale Dragon Family will eventually collapse." Thinking like this, two lines of old tears streaked down the face of the Emperor of the East China Sea.

"I'm not willing to give in." The Emperor of the East China Sea said to himself. The voice was not loud, but it came from his heart.

In his life, he shed tears only a handful of times, and he never shed tears in front of any outsiders. He was the master of the East China Sea.

With a "squeak" sound, the previously closed door was opened by someone from the outside.

"Who is it? Didn't I tell everyone to go out?" The Emperor of Donghai said angrily, and cursed in a rude language in his heart: "Do you think I can't do it? How dare you go against my will, no matter what Whoever you are, I will chop off your head. This is the price for offending the emperor."

"Who I am is not important. What is important is that I can cure your condition." The visitor's tone was unhurried and generous. His footsteps were as silent as a ghost. Before he finished speaking, he had already arrived at the Emperor of the East China Sea. In front of the hospital bed.

"The tone sounds like a stranger." The Emperor of the East China Sea thought to himself. At this moment, it took a lot of effort for him to even turn his head. With a glance from the corner of his eye, he could only see the hem of the visitor's clothes. He was wearing a purple-black robe with dark patterns on the edge. Underneath was a pair of unique black leather boots with sharp tips. Then he raised his head proudly. It is not the dressing style of the Scale Dragon Clan in the East China Sea Grand Palace, nor is it the common style in Zhongyuan Continent.

Weird people, angels or demons.

"Who are you? Why do you come here uninvited?" The Emperor of the East China Sea still had some doubts about the visitor.

"Don't worry, if I came to kill you, would you still have a chance to speak? The world is so big, no matter where the sun reaches, there will be shadows. You can call me the Shadow Master." The visitor said generously.

A stranger stood very close to the Emperor of the East China Sea and spoke to him condescendingly, which made him feel quite uncomfortable.

"Shadow Master? I have never heard of this name." Thinking about whether the other party was a friend or an enemy, the Emperor of the East China Sea politely replied: "I am not feeling well. There are seats over there. Please sit down and talk, Master of Shadows."

"No need, I have a pill here that can save your life. Just take it." As he said that, the man in purple who claimed to be the shadow master flipped his wrist, and a purple pill that was only the size of a soybean appeared out of thin air. Like an elf, it automatically floated in front of the Emperor of the East China Sea.

It was a pill with a surface as smooth as jade and five purple-gold spirit lines. Each spirit pattern looked like a miniature deer, jumping on the surface of the pill, full of vitality and life.

"The five spiritual patterns are Xuanpin spiritual elixir."

The Great Emperor of the East China Sea blurted out, his eyes full of hope, and his fingertips couldn't help but twitch. If his body was free, he would definitely grab this Xuanpin elixir with five spiritual patterns in his hand.

High-grade spiritual pills all have three spiritual patterns, which are already very valuable. The top-quality elixirs with four spiritual patterns are collectibles in various sects. As for the legendary Xuanpin elixir with five spiritual patterns, it is said that they are imitations of elixirs from ancient times, and each one has unexpected effects.

The person who claimed to be the shadow master stretched out a finger and pointed at the elixir suspended in mid-air. A purple light fell on it, and the elixir was as crystal clear as a gem.

The five "little deer" on the surface of the elixir became more real, cheering and jumping, like the reappearance of gods.

The next moment, the purple elixir turned into a purple light and shadow, and sank directly into the lips of the Emperor of the East China Sea.

The Emperor of the East China Sea didn't even have time to savor the taste of this elixir. The power of the elixir had already turned into a warm trickle, which went straight into his abdomen and traveled around the eight meridians and internal organs.

Comfortable, like a spring breeze.

The Emperor of the East China Sea's body, as dry as a dry land, regained its vitality.

His eyelids closed comfortably, his breathing became stronger and stronger, and dreams appeared in his mind, which were memories from his childhood.

A child of seven or eight years old, whose appearance was somewhat similar to that of the Emperor of the East China Sea, and who was born with a pair of sharp horns, stood on the shore of the East China Sea and shouted loudly: "When I grow up, I will become the master of the East China Sea."

The sound is full of energy, stirring the sea surface and jumping into waves full of life.

...

I don’t know how long I had this dream, but the Emperor of the East China Sea opened his eyes. He turned around and got off the bed nimbly. Not only has his body recovered, but his cultivation has also taken half a step forward.

The person in front of him stretched out his tall legs and wore a dark purple robe. The hat on the robe was very large, and the brim of the hat covered half of his face. The shadow cast by him made it difficult to see the face and age of the person.

"Such a powerful spiritual consciousness, it can easily cut off my vision and prevent me from seeing his face clearly." The Emperor of the East China Sea was surprised.

Then, Zuo bowed and said respectfully: "Thank you, Master Shadow, for giving me the medicine."

At this moment, in the eyes of the Emperor of the East China Sea, the master of the film was the god sent by the God of the East China Sea to save his life. If he was not the king of the East China Sea Palace, he might have knelt down due to his status.

"Nothing? What you just took was a Zi Yuan Dan. It only increased your lifespan by twenty years. Whether you can change your life against the will of heaven and live for hundreds of years depends on your future fortune. ." The film owner said calmly.

The shadow master's words were like an invisible needle pricking the long-dormant heart of the Emperor of the East China Sea. His heart was like an excited bird, constantly flapping its wings.

"Plop, pop..." The strong heartbeat made me feel like I was twenty years old again. As a man who had climbed back from the edge of death, the Emperor of the East China Sea had nothing that he coveted more than Shou Yuan. It was a hundred times more precious than all the treasures in the entire East China Sea Palace put together.

"This? If there is anything you need me to do, please let me know." The originally turbid old eyes of the Emperor of the East China Sea suddenly brightened like a pair of night pearls, stirring up the darkness and peering into the light.

longevity.

bright.

Brilliant.

A dream come true!

"I gave you twenty years of life, and I don't need any reward from you for the time being. During these twenty years, I will do a big thing in Zhongyuan Continent. At that time, as long as you cooperate with me to take action and lead The hundreds of tribes in the East China Sea will take the opportunity to attack the Zhongyuan Continent and divide their strength. Maybe, I will give you a better spiritual pill when the time comes. I wish you can break through the bottleneck of cultivation from Daoming Realm to Heavenly Tribulation. Realm, it should increase your lifespan by several hundred years," the film owner said calmly. It seemed that the elixir that could break through the Heavenly Tribulation Realm was just at his fingertips.

The Emperor Donghai, who had always been a stable man in the city, became a little uneasy. His eyes swayed from side to side excitedly in his eyes, as if the elixir that the Shadow Master said could help him break through his cultivation level was right in front of him.

"Is there really such a magical elixir? Maybe what the Shadow Master said is true. I can miraculously recover. It's a fact." Thinking in his heart, the Emperor of the East China Sea became more sure of what the Shadow Master said.

"I believe that Lord Shadow Master has great abilities, but if you want me to mobilize hundreds of East China Sea tribes to assist you, I'm afraid the big thing you want to do is to dominate the entire Zhongyuan Continent. This is not something that one person, or a few people, can do. "Zhongyuan Continent has been standing for thousands of years, and no one has been able to completely rule it by himself." The Emperor of the East China Sea asked tentatively.

"Do you doubt my strength? I may be just one person now, but in the future I may be thousands of people. You have to believe that wherever light can reach, there will be traces of shadow." After saying that, the shadow master With a flip of his wrist, he handed a square purple wood box with unique patterns carved on the surface to the Emperor of the East China Sea.

"What's in this box?" The Emperor of the East China Sea took the box respectfully with both hands and asked.

"Just accept it. If one day, something about you and me is exposed in advance, you can open this box. It can help you kill people and defeat opponents you cannot defeat. But if you don't encounter such a thing, Don't open it rashly," the Master Shadow said in a calm tone.

After finishing speaking, without waiting for the Emperor Donghai's reply, a ray of purple spiritual light circled around the Lord of Shadows.

In the flash of purple light, the Shadow Master has disappeared, as if he has traveled to another world.

The Emperor of the East China Sea looked at the place where the shadow master disappeared, feeling doubtful. Then he looked carefully at the purple wooden box in his hand to confirm that it was not a dream, and then with a proud look on his face, he carefully put the box into his arms.