In the void, a long river stretches across.

Suddenly, there was a burst of lightning.

The movement was so small that even the monks patrolling below did not notice it. A figure appeared out of thin air and then disappeared in a flash.

"Crash!"

The sound of huge waves came from above.

"Look!"

Some monks pointed upward in astonishment, only to see that the Yellow Spring had flooded for a full mile. At this time, the tide was gradually receding. First, the river water became illusory, and then disappeared into the void.

The ghosts that were originally flying in the sky also disappeared without a trace at this moment.

The disappearance of the underworld has made the monks below feel disappointed. After all, the overflowing water of the underworld can be said to be the best "elixir" for the underworld monks, which can make their cultivation improve by leaps and bounds.

It's simply hard to let go.

At the same time, a feeling of sadness also surged into my heart.

Now that the underworld has receded, it is still flooding for a period of time. I am afraid that the next reincarnation will be separated by a very long time. This is undoubtedly bad news. As a result, many people will find it difficult to make progress in their cultivation. Maybe they will remain stagnant until the underworld reappears.

.

It’s true that blessings and misfortunes depend on each other!

At the same time, the Master of White Bone Temple was alarmed.

Soul fire ignited in her eyes, and her tyrannical consciousness immediately swept towards the void.

But where are the square pots?

The sky was still gloomy, but the black hole-like thing, together with the immortal cultivator hiding inside, had long since disappeared without leaving any trace.

“Ahhhh!

"

The roar of filial piety was loud, and a ten thousand-foot-long skeleton appeared.

It crazily destroys everything, as if it wants to vent its anger.

For a time, this place was turned upside down.

...

The city of ten thousand bones.

Lu Zhong changed his appearance and came to the gate of the city.

As a Mahayana man, he is quite confident in his ability to hide his aura.

What's more, there is also gray fog space assistance, which can be deduced in advance to ensure that the identity will never be accidentally leaked.

At this moment, his eyes fell on a bronze mirror at the city gate.

"This mirror is very useful. It's obviously just a spiritual treasure, but it can identify Mahayana immortals. Fortunately, I have a lot of attainments in the art of breathing, so I can be fine."

Today's Wankui City has flourished due to the flooding of the underworld.

A large number of spiritual objects appeared due to the flooding of the river, which may have no effect on the immortal cultivators. However, for the underworld monks, the soul sediments fished out of the underworld are as hard currency as the immortal cultivator spiritual stones.

Whether it is used for trading or refining to improve cultivation, it is excellent.

Depending on the quality of the sediment, there are many levels of sediment like spirit stones. For example, if Lu Zhong wants to enter the city now, he has to pay for a piece of low-grade soul sediment.

In the words of the monks from the underworld, it is just a low-grade soul stone.

At this time, Lu Zhong also noticed that some monks did not pay soul stones when entering the city, but paid with blood, ghosts and other objects. Obviously, the currencies of the underworld are very diverse.

Entering the city, he began to inquire about news.

"What...Tongyou Huaxui is sold out? Then I don't know when it will arrive?"

Standing behind the counter was a corpse demon, smeared with makeup and powder. Hearing this, he spread his hands and showed a helpless expression: "This fellow Taoist was affected by the flooding of the underworld. The production areas of Tongyou Huamui were severely affected. They were flooded by the underworld and looked like that.

, I don’t know how long it will take to recover.”

Lu Zhong, who hit a wall, had no choice but to come out of the shop.

However, he didn't give up immediately. Instead, he walked around the city again and threw out a large amount of soul stones, but he also received some inventory.

But this alone is nothing more than a drop in the bucket.

"Transforming into seclusion and marrow is related to resolving the hidden dangers of the underworld's incarnation. It seems that we can only stay in the underworld for a while longer."

Thinking of this, Lu Zhong contacted the incarnation of Taiyin and Su Xin, who were far away in the Linghuan world, and asked the two to take charge of Luofu's affairs and maintain the normal operation of such a huge force, so as not to cause any trouble secretly in Xiaoxiao's absence.

"I really shot myself in the foot..."

"I don't know how long it will take for the production of the Netherworld Transformation Marrow to recover. Fortunately, I also gained great benefits from it, so it's not a loss at all."

Lu Zhong looked around and prepared a place to stay temporarily.

"Is there a coffin cave house?"

Well, this way of naming the underworld is quite realistic.

However, he had no intention of staying there. After all, he started walking on the street, planning to choose a cave that suited his liking.

In the underworld, there are also living people. They were humans during their lifetime, waiting for the right time, usually when their appearance has grown to an ideal state, and then they will convert to the ghost path.

Therefore, caves where normal people live must exist.

While I was searching aimlessly, a voice suddenly sounded in my ears.

"This fellow Taoist immortal cultivator, can you come to the tea house and talk to me? I have an opportunity that I would like to share with you."

Lu Zhong was startled and fixed his gaze on the teahouse on the roadside.

I saw a skinny old man wearing white clothes and a pointed hat sitting facing the street. This man's face was like a dead tree, and he couldn't feel the slightest bit of life. He must have been dead for a long time. There were many stitch marks, which made his smile extraordinarily bright.

ferocious.

He looked deeply at the skinny old man and sat down on his seat without changing his expression.

"What kind of tea do you want? White jade song, or exquisite eight treasure leaves? I almost forgot... man, give me a pot of blood Ningchun!" The skinny old man smiled arrogantly and asked the waiter to bring new tea, but it was...

A jug of blood-red viscous liquid.

"please!"

"Then I won't be polite."

Lu Zhong looked calm and took a sip of the liquid in the cup.

“Great tea!”

Although he was already in the gray mist space and knew that the tea in the cup was of the highest quality, he did not expect that when he actually tasted it, the taste was not inferior to the top-grade spiritual tea leaves in the Linghuan world. It also had an exotic flavor, but the taste was somewhat similar to drinking blood.

Big regret.

Hearing this, the skinny old man also took a sip, but frowned slightly, so he put down the spirit tea in his hand and said with a smile: "Fellow Taoist is really a good tea person! It's a pity that this blood Ningchun is here, is

The crudest spiritual tea.”

"Oh? In this case, it is also a business opportunity."

Lu Zhong believes that if this tea is sold to Linghuan Realm, there will be great business opportunities.

However, now is not the time to talk about this.

"We've finished the tea. Why don't we just skip the unnecessary polite words? Let's talk openly. How did fellow Taoist find out?"

Lu Zhong asked the question he was most concerned about.

He thought to himself that he had not revealed any flaws along the way, and at the same time, he had not come into contact with anyone. Logically speaking, it was impossible for him to be exposed.

But now it has been exposed!

"Jiejie, let me give you a pass on how to find fellow Taoist. To be honest, I have been observing fellow Taoist for a long time. Speaking of which, during our previous fights, fellow Taoist left a profound impression on me.

very!"

"You are...the Lord of the Altar of Life and Death!"

Lu Zhong revealed the identity of the other party in one sentence.

"Jie Jie Jie! Taoist fellow Taoist is really not simple!"

The skinny old man smiled unexpectedly: "In this case, it's time for me to show my strength, otherwise I'm afraid I won't be qualified to cooperate with fellow Taoist. As fellow Taoist said, my true identity is the old monster Death Sleep among the twins of life and death."

"I have a gift of magical power. I can mark the target object, or a ray of spiritual energy, or a part of a piece of flesh, so as to track the whereabouts of that object... I believe that when I say this, fellow Taoists should understand.

Bar?"

"It's that green light."

Lu Zhong secretly sighed that a hundred secrets had been sparse, leaving such a big loophole.

There is nothing that can be done about this. It is already in a cognitive blind spot. Once the mana is dispelled, it should be impossible to track it.

If he hadn't heard the other party say it himself, who would have thought that the old monster of Death Sleep is so powerful and can track and locate target items by marking them.
To be continued...