Chapter 219 The Real World Copper Furnace

Yin wood is extremely spiritual and is a rare rare tree species. Whether it is refining the elixir of immortality or sacrificing peerless magical weapons, as long as you put a little bit of Yin wood, the success rate will increase.

Legend has it that Yin wood grows in the underworld, one inch longer than a thousand years, one foot longer than a thousand years, and only one meter taller than a meter taller. The taller one is as red as blood agate, and the taller one is as crystal clear as purple diamonds. The longer the year is, the heavier the spirituality is.

However, even in the legendary underworld, Yin wood is rare, let alone blood agate and purple diamonds.

This piece of Yin wood is the size of a palm, and is crystal clear all over, like a purple jade bi. If it weren't for the hidden rings on it, it would be hard to imagine that it was made of wooden.  It was very heavy to get it. Xiao Chen stared carefully. Yes, the clear and crooked claw marks on it were left by Ke Ke. In a trance, he sensed the breath of the little beast again.

The greatest function of the best Yin Wood Order in the underworld is to transmit messages. Carving words is definitely a waste, mainly to record spiritual imprints and transmit real spiritual fluctuations.

Xiao Chen carefully sensed and "listened" to the spiritual fluctuations in the purple diamond Yin wood. The fluctuations from the rare Yin wood were very violent, just like a sound was really coming out.

But there were other people's calls for help, but there were no sounds of little beasts. They were extremely noisy, disputes, noisy, and intimidation. There were even screams and killings in the distance...

The purple diamond Yin wood conveys a chaotic and complex world, like a pot of boiling water jumping, which makes Xiao Chen feel extremely anxious. The environment in which Ke Ke is in seems to be extremely chaotic and the situation is worrying.

What’s strange is why I didn’t hear the sound of the snow-white beast? Isn’t this a letter of help?

Thinking of this, Xiao Chen couldn't help but wonder, how did this letter come into the hands of King Chujiang?

Obviously, everything in front of him suppressed the fat man Niu Ren. The legendary King Chu Jiang, one of the Ten Halls of the Earth, sat upright on the white bone chair floating in the void, so close to him in the ancient hall. How could he not be shocked or shocked?

The legend of the Ten Emperors in the Underworld is deeply rooted in people's hearts. This is something even children know. The fat man looked at the white bone skeleton and felt a little creepy.

Even though the old Yin Ling said that the ancestor god Suiren failed to sacrifice the underworld for the sacrifice of the underworld, he really refined the copper furnace of heaven and earth with his own hands. Although his efforts were in vain, he had achieved some results after all. If the white bone skeleton in front of him did not tell lies, then his background would be really evil!

"You... are really King Chujiang?" Niu Ren tried his best to remain calm.

"Hehe..." The spiritual fluctuations from the skeleton bones that were as white as jade were swaying, as if a gust of cold wind blew across the dilapidated ancient palace. The sequential aura caused the temperature in the hall to drop sharply.

In the eye sockets of the skeleton bone, two divine lights swept through the dim hall like meteor beams, with an unspeakable pressure, saying: "Although the underworld has not been formed in the end, not everyone dares to pretend to be the King of Chujiang."

The legendary Ten Emperors of the Yin Palace are skilled in management of ghosts. They are not known for their combat power. There is also a saying that their combat power is quite low. Of course, it depends on who they are compared with. Compared with the two young people in later generations, they are definitely a terrifying master.

Niu Ren's spine was cold.  This really happened to meet a living ancestor! He couldn't help but take a few steps back again.

The Black Dragon King was motionless, only a pair of dragon eyes shot out two cold lights, staring at the King of Chujiang sitting upright on the white bone chair floating in the air.

Although Xiao Chen was also surprised, he was more confused. He felt a familiar aura on King Chujiang, and the soul fluctuations seemed familiar.

In a trance, he felt that King Chu Jiang was extremely similar to King Guang, King Yama, and King Reincarnation whom he had arbitrarily named, as if he was of the same origin. This surprised him very much, but now it is not the time to investigate in depth, and he has more important things to ask.

"I believe you are the legendary King of Chujiang. Xiao Chen has seen the King of Hades here." After that, he bowed. He asked seriously and sincerely: "Pluto, please tell me how this Yin Wood Order was transmitted to your hands?"

"Although the ideal underworld of the Suiren clan ancestor god failed, it has already taken shape after all. I, the nominal underworld emperor, have guided some dead souls. Although there are not many big ghosts in my hands, there are still a few. Even if this underworld and several dark areas are closed, it is OK if some news is transmitted.

"Pluto please make clear in detail."

The white bone chair in the air slowly rotated around the ancient hall for a while. Finally, it was set to be in the center of the hall. King Chujiang heard a mental fluctuation: "You go to Jiuyoutai."

"Where is Jiuyoutai?"

"Get out of the Senluo Palace and keep moving forward. At the speed of this black dragon, you should be able to see a mountain-like platform in half a month. On the way, try to surround the dead souls, and some evil souls cannot be cured in the underworld. If you encounter the inexplicable underworld, you should avoid as far as you can, and I also need to avoid some places."

Xiao Chen thanked him and walked out of the hall with a little fat little man who was already a little bit of wood. When he reached the hall gate, he suddenly stopped again and asked, "Are the kings of the Ten Palaces in the underworld?"

King Chu Jiang was obviously stunned, shook his head, and a sad mental fluctuation spread, saying, "Maybe I am the only one left..."

Xiao Chen said in his heart: "I have seen three skeletons on Dragon Island today, and their aura is surprisingly similar to yours."

"Are the other nine emperors in the underworld? This is impossible! Even the ancestor god Suiren is still alive and dead, let alone them. I once saw their bodies and spirits with my own eyes. "The King of Chujiang waved his hand powerlessly. Although it was a white skeleton, Xiao Chen obviously felt that he had an indescribable sense of fatigue, which seemed to arouse a sad past and was unwilling to talk about it.

Xiao Chen and the others surrendered.

Walking out of the gloomy hall, the Black Dragon King ran like lightning. It was not until he went out for hundreds of miles that Niu Ren breathed a sigh, "It's amazing, as if we were a different world, we actually entered the underworld, and we just walked on the Senluo Hall for a while. No one believed this... I really doubt it now, when the ancient altar fell into the copper furnace of heaven and earth. Are we already dead?"

The little fat man's expression was very serious and solemn, which made Xiao Chen feel a little suspicious in his heart.

"The ghost has no shadow." Xiao Chen smiled and pointed. The colorful holy tree shone with light and a thousand auspicious colors, which appeared between Xiao Chen's hands, making them look magnificent.

"That's right, I'm thinking too much." Niu Ren smiled honestly and said, "I haven't lived enough. How boring it would be if I didn't have me in the world above."

"Yes. The sun still has to wait for you to push and rotate every day, and the moon has to wait for you to put it on one by one every night."

At this moment, the Black Dragon King suddenly stopped, from speed to stillness, and almost threw Xiao Chen and Niu Ren out of his back.

The underworld is dark, like the night under the stars, as if it was covered with a layer of black veil. Although it is dark, you can still see it. There are a large area of ​​magnificent buildings in the distance, like a lot of palaces connected together.

Although it looked dead silent, it emitted a faint fluctuation, which made people feel very depressed.

Niu Ren lowered his voice and said, "This must be a ruthless character. The built hall is so grand that it is a living ancestor if it is not done well."

Xiao Chen nodded in agreement. King Chujiang once warned them that they must walk around the hall and the cave when they saw it. They dare not take it as a wind in their ears. At that moment, the Black Dragon King was like a black light, and walked away from it, and spent more than tens of miles a large circle before passing through that area.

"There was definitely a ghost ancestor just now. He was not even a thousand miles away from the Senluo Palace of King Chujiang. It was obvious that he didn't take the Pope to heart."

Xiao Chen agreed that the underworld is much more complicated than they thought. There is no order rule at all, and it can be guessed that this is a chaotic and terrifying world.

For seven consecutive days, Xiao Chen and his friends hid dozens of gloomy castles, palaces, and caves, and even saw countless lonely ghosts. If it weren't for the existence of the treasure tree, they would have been torn apart by those ghosts for a long time.

In addition, the underworld has extremely strong negative power. Although it is not as evil as the dark space in the mouth of the old Yinling, staying for a long time will cause great harm to the body. If it weren't for the protection of the colorful holy tree, it would be difficult for them to continue.

Niu Renxin was puzzled and said, "Where did the bloodline of the earth we found on the surface of the earth come from? It should have been gushing up from the underground, but below is the underworld. How could there be such spiritual energy?"

Xiao Chen shook his head and said, "It's hard to say, this is not the underground in the true sense. This should be a big world that forms its own world, a real and boundless space."

Niu Ren thought for a while and agreed that even though the Black Dragon King only had half of his time every day, he could still be described as traveling thousands of miles a day, and his speed was as fast as lightning. In this way, he had been traveling in one direction for seven days, and had already gone out for 70,000 miles. However, in this underworld, he could only be described as "a distance". From this, it seems that it shouldn't really be underground.

The little fat man Niu Ren sighed: "The ancestor god Suiren really has infinite magical powers, and he actually sacrificed a vast space and an endless underworld."

A copper furnace in heaven and earth contains a real world!

On the tenth day, Xiao Chen and the others were rushing to find that a little light came out in front of them, which seemed very inconsistent in this dim underworld.

They were about to take a detour, but Xiao Chen and Niu Ren both sensed it. There seemed to be no negative power there, but instead a little sacred breath rippled.

Looking into the distance, I saw a ruin, like a firefly, and the glimmer of light originated there.

"It's a ruin, not a so-called mansion, there should be no danger, let's go and take a look." The great man suggested.

Xiao Chen nodded. Even if he had a spirit, he should not be an evil ghost or a vicious soul.

The Black Dragon King's dragon tail swung, and it arrived in an instant after twenty miles.

"Temple?!" Niu Ren was very surprised and said, "How can there be temples in the underworld?"

There are only three ancient temples, which are deserted and have already fallen to the ground. They should have been disrepaired and collapsed under the ruthless grinding of time.

The sacred lights are emitted from several broken Buddha statues. In the dark underworld, even the light of fireflies will appear extremely different, let alone the Buddha light with sacred attributes.

Xiao Chen walked over, helped up several ruined Buddha statues, and said, "Have you forgotten? Is there a strong man in Buddhism who has great supernatural powers to stay in hell?"

"You might be saying...Kiss Ksitigarbha?"

"It's him, he will not become a Buddha in one day without being empty, he once made such a great wish to stay in hell forever.  You must know that with his cultivation and how much worse than the Buddha, he is one of the few masters in Buddhism. If he is not qualified to become a Buddha, Buddhism will almost have no Buddha."

Niu Ren nodded and said, "I remember that there is indeed such a living ancestor who has high combat power. In ancient times, he took over the three strikes of the Primitive Heavenly Lord and escaped. As one of the few Buddhist masters, he made up for the lack of combat power of the Ten Palaces.

The great aspirations of Ksitigarbha King are known to everyone in the world. Back then, lotus flowers gushed from the earth, and auspicious colors are the ultimate mercy in the world.

"However, hell has not come true. Can the legendary things be believed?" Niu Ren asked this question again.

Xiao Chen nodded and said, "You can't believe it all, nor can you disbelief. Legends can more or less convey some real information to us."

The little fat man smiled and said, "Let's find it, maybe we can find a few relics here. Look at these Buddha statues, but they don't look like ordinary things, otherwise how could they shine."

The fat man is very powerful to dig three feet into the ground, but how could he find a relics? The reason why the Buddha statue shines is because there are several mantras engraved on it, gathering a little residual Buddha power.

However, Xiao Chen felt a slight tremor from his left foot, and the suffin seemed to be leaping out of his body. The shroud that was held in his body by melting weapons and refining his body was also shaking.

So the man couldn't get it out. Xiao Chen thought about it and the shroud appeared. The moment he left the body, the black blood cloth immediately shook violently, almost leaving Xiao Chen's control.

The dust and sand were flying, the rocks were rolling, the foundations of the ancient temple were shattered by blood cloth, and the stones flew out.

The Black Dragon King was as if he was facing a great enemy. With a clanging sound, the dragon clan's holy sword turned into a dazzling light and pulled out from his spine.

Xiao Chen and the fat man looked into the broken foundation under the ruins together, and saw a leg...
Chapter completed!