The mist is sweeping over the dome.

In the underworld, a group of demons and ghosts were still running away without a certainty.

Yan Xiake and others stood in the ruins, watching the fog rolling far away, and were lost for a moment.

Who wins and who loses?

"Hero Yan, what should we do?"

Wei Shaoyou felt a little overwhelmed.

His guess was too terrible, so scary that he was a little suffocated at this time, and he didn't even dare to say it.

Yan Xiake had not seen him, but still looked into the Nether City from afar, his voice was low:

"wait!"

This underworld land is like a cage. If no one leads the way, even if the soul cannot enter and exit, all they can do is wait.

Apart from that, they have nothing to do.

Taoist Mingxin sat cross-legged in the ruins, and found a classic from somewhere. He kept flipping it, muttering words:

"The Nether Palace Lord's Sacrifice, the Nether Palace Lord's Sacrifice..."

Hurry ~

At the bottom of the Netherworld Sea, the huge dragon head raised and fell down, and the scarlet and violent eyes couldn't help but feel a little disappointed.

Why stop?

Keep fighting...

He let out a low roar in his heart, causing the entire Netherworld Sea to shake slightly.

He didn't know who this sudden Taoist was, but he could see in a collision that this Taoist was definitely not an ordinary person. Xie Qishen may not be able to defeat him if he had a burden.

But things did not change with his will.

"Um?"

An Qisheng's heart moved slightly.

He knew that this "good" was not for him to listen to, but for another "person".

Because, as Xie Qi finished speaking.

Instead of sitting with his back to his back, Hei Wuchang, who had been silent for thousands of years, has slowly raised his head.

It is clearly sitting with your back to the front, and in accordance with your direction, you should not see the black impermanence at all.

But An Qisheng saw it.

Hei Wuchang was not too dark. His skin was bronze, and his tall nose bridge, and his eyes were pitch black without any white eyes. After a trace of blur, he slowly returned to the clear light.

Then, An Qisheng heard the first sentence after Hei Wuchang's revival:

"Brother Seven, stop first."

His voice was hoarse and sharp, like two iron stones rubbing, harsh, but also exuding vitality, just like the rising sun and the earth after the thunderstorm.

If Bai Wuchang Xie Qi is condensed by the complete death energy, and this black Wuchang is the gathering of all vitality.

The two are called the Life and Death Soul-Selection Messenger.

It is interdependent and mutual restraint. It is precisely because of this subtle connection that Xie Qifang can carry it with his own origin and maintain the last ray of black impermanence.

It was not until this time that there was a chance to resurrection.

"Black impermanence..."

An Qisheng's eyes were slightly condensed, and Xie Qi's stop was naturally because of this black impermanence.

Now in the world, I'm afraid he is the only one who can change Xie Qi's desire to take action.

However, this is not a good thing for Xie Qi, because carrying two people with one person’s origin is too great to bear.

In fact, if it weren't for this, the aftermath of that collision would not have spread to Netherworld City.

It's nothing more than not wanting to affect the resurrection of Black Impermanence.

"Old Eight..."

Xie Qi called his brother's name gently, and a gentle smile appeared on his cold face.

Just like the brother who dotes on his younger brother in ordinary families, he has no indifference or murderous intention.

If this scene had caused the demons who had died under his hands for countless years, the monks would probably doubt their lives.

In fact, at the bottom of the Netherworld Sea, the big demon was shocked at this moment and almost thought that he had seen the wrong person.

"Brother Seven, you have suffered over the years..."

A trace of warmth appeared in the voice of Black Impermanence, as if he had just escaped from the silence of a thousand years, capturing every bit of it at this moment.

"What did your brother say?"

Xie Qi shook his head gently, his voice becoming softer:

"You are very happy that Brother Qi is able to come back."

The two brothers, one black and one white, sat with their backs facing each other, and their voices were joyful, but unfortunately, with some invisible force, they could not separate and could not see each other at all.

As Hei Wuchang recovered and his breath revived, Xie Qi's aura began to slowly fall back. Finally, the two remained on an extremely delicate balance.

Just like the seal space that seals the "ad", life and death are independent of each other, but they are interdependent.

The two brothers talked about their separation and reunion, as if no one was around.

An Qisheng stood in the distance, watching quietly, without disturbing or leaving.

After a long time, Xie Qi looked at An Qisheng again, his eyes calmly with a hint of regret:

"Now, I really can't kill you..."

In the past thousand years, and even in the longer periods, except for the people in the Heavenly Ten Residuals and Netherworld, there seems to be no one in the world who deserves his actions.

Even An Qisheng didn't care much before he really competed.

During the long years, he has seen too many geniuses and too many masters, but no one is his enemy in one move, and even some people who are rampant in the world will be crazy when they look at him.

If possible, he really wanted to take all his strength and fight with the man whom the Duke valued, and divide his life and death.

pity.......

Feeling the heavy pressure behind him as heavy as the moon, his heart gradually calmed down. Stop, let's stop.

"The eighth Master is overjoyed when he returns. The seventh Master still needs to think more..."

An Qisheng walked up the city and sighed:

"Only after a thousand years of persistence, the Eighth Master will return. If you gather today and leave tomorrow, it would be a pity..."

In Qin Wuyi's memory, he could see that Xie Qi was a rare pure person.

There are not many such people in the world.

"Fellow Taoist is the one the one that the Lord of the House once mentioned? It's really extraordinary. Even if Brother Seven does not have the burden of me, he may not be able to defeat you."

Xie Qi said nothing, but Hei Wuchang spoke softly:

"But, you advised the wrong person. The King of the Underworld Palace is my idea from beginning to end..."

Hei Wuchang slowly raised his head, clearly sitting with his back facing away from him, but seemed to be looking directly at An Qisheng.

"you?"

An Qisheng frowned slightly.

Compared to Xie Qi's famous name, this Black Impermanent seems to have a low sense of existence. All the legends are taciturn and extremely lacking in existence.

At this moment, I felt a bit unfathomable.

My face is dark, but my heart is dark?

You know, even Qin Wuyi, who has been stationed in the world for more than a thousand years, doesn’t know about this matter at all!

It can be seen how deep this black impermanence is hidden.

"The seven of us are the strongest in the bookish spirit of our third brother, but he is upright and strict in his heart. Compared to many tricks, he is not as good as me..."

Hei Wuchang sighed softly, as if he was remembering the past, and as if he was organizing language.

An Qisheng stood at the top of the city, looking at the expressionless black face, and a deep ripples appeared in the depths of his eyes.

Between the ripples, a pale imprint is slowly taking shape.

As his realm improved, his attainments in the great magical power of Dreaming Daqian became more and more profound, but he still could not easily capture the traces of the destiny of Xie Qi.

But once the battle is fought, even if the destiny is not missing, it will still leave traces between heaven and earth.

"Are you peeking at us with some means?"

Hei Wuchang's eyes narrowed and he suddenly asked a question.
To be continued...