"He is really so special?" The masked woman still didn't believe it.
"I can't explain it. In short, he and I will meet again. Although he is weak now, he will definitely grow up in the future. I have been alone for many years. I really hope someone can come to my side!"
Fu Ji stared at the sky, his deep gaze filled with loneliness. The masked woman kept comforting him. After a while, the two of them left through the air.
Restaurant!
"A cup of tea...can turn into a real world in an instant!"
In the corner, Ye Yun was still staring blankly at the tea cup on the table. The birds and animals inside, as well as the aura of the earth, were all amazing. What kind of magical power is this?
Is this still the power of the God of Creation? Of course it is, and the ability to create from Fu Ji has reached the point where it can transform decay into something magical. With a raise of his hands, a cup of ordinary tea can be transformed into a world. This is no longer something that the God of Creation can do.
Even the God of Origin can do it, unless he is the God of Chaos.
But can an ordinary chaos god create such a huge world in an instant?
No need to form seals, no need to condense various formations, just a moment, and the world is born like this.
"Brother Fu..."
Even Ye Yun himself didn't know how long he had been in shock. When he looked up, there were no figures of Fu Ji and the masked woman in front of him. The two seemed to have disappeared out of thin air. What made Ye Yun even more unbelievable was that there were no two people there.
The chair I sat on only had a cup of tea on the table.
It seemed that from the moment he entered the restaurant, Ye Yun was alone. Suddenly, an idea that even he himself did not believe arose in his mind. Was everything just a dream? Impossible, he had already merged with the aura of Fu Ji and the masked woman.
Some, this can't be an illusion.
But all the signs before him showed that the two of them had never been the same.
"Great supernatural power!"
In the end, Ye Yun clenched his fists hard, looked around, and stared at the tea cup that had turned into ordinary tea. Then he quietly recalled the scenes of his encounter with Fu Ji and the masked woman. He felt more and more that the two of them were too different.
Not simple, not an ordinary monk, his cultivation must be that of a Chaos God, and he is an unimaginable existence among the Chaos Gods.
If Fu Ji really appeared, he could actually have the ability to disappear silently in front of Ye Yun, and create a scene that they had never seen before. With Ye Yun's cultivation and induction ability, at such a close distance, it was
It is impossible for a strong man like Saint Luofu to come and go freely without any noise.
There is only one explanation. Fu Ji's cultivation and strength are far higher than Saint Lord Luofu. In addition, he can turn a tea cup into a world in an instant. He is simply the 'God of Creation' among the gods of chaos.
The ability he possesses is the ability to create the world without restraint anywhere in the God Realm.
He is the overlord, the master!
"forget it……"
The only sentence the masked woman said appeared in his mind again. Thinking about it now, the masked woman prevented him from communicating with Fu Ji Dou Fa. It seemed that she was really thinking about Ye Yun, and she calmly believed that there was no need for Fu Ji to fight with him.
, because he and Fu Ji are not in the same world at all.
"Fu Ji! Who are you?"
Ye Yun couldn't calm down for a long time, and finally left the restaurant silently and flew towards Huangxuan Mountain.
When he arrived at Huangxuan Mountain, he immediately released his induction power, and soon slightly sensed Meng Lingyuan's aura. He approached step by step and entered Huangxuan Mountain. In the independent barrier of a mountain peak, Meng Lingyuan's aura was being released from inside. There were some powerful masters around him.
patrol.
This must be the place where Xuanmeng Mountain’s powerful men gather.
Ye Yun learned through further understanding that Meng Lingyuan would not leave Huangxuan Mountain before the battle of the God List. There was no possibility of getting close for the time being, and he could only lurk around and wait for the opportunity.
While dormant and waiting, Ye Yun was also absorbing energy and began to hit the peak of the seventh-level Creator God...
hell!
This is an unknown hell space. Countless undead creatures appear in the sky like ghosts, and some hell beasts are as huge as giant mountains, running across the earth.
Huge cities are connected one after another. Many of the cities are shaped like skeletons. At a glance, they look like a world of death lined with skeletons.
All kinds of resentment, murderous intent, and violent energy merge into the cold wind of hell to form a terrifying wind blade that can tear any creator god into pieces.
Among the countless cities, there is one city that is dominated by palaces but is not large in scale.
In a black palace in the center, I saw a clone from Ye Yun sitting on it, with his eyes slightly closed, and there were lines of ice around his body. This kind of ice is not simple, cold.
After the ice energy appears, it does not disappear automatically.
As the clone breathed again and again, the ice not only entered his body, but also suddenly disappeared.
"The Ancient Mysterious Ice Art..."
After a long time, the clone who practiced ice slowly opened his eyes. At the same time, the mysterious old man "Slave" from hell naturally appeared beside him, like a loyal servant, always waiting for the clone's orders.
The clone waved his hand, and an air of ice began to pour into the main hall instantly. At this moment, the main hall was safely frozen and was not oppressed by any energy from hell.
"Master, the Ancient Xuanbing Jue is one of the most peerless qigong in hell. I really don't understand why the master would control such a peerless qigong... Back then, the old master, as the supreme god of hell, did not practice such dominating qigong!
"The slave was extremely shocked when he saw such a scene.
"I didn't know that this qigong was so powerful at the beginning. As for its origin..."
The clone paused, and his eyes were unusually complicated: "Slave, can you successfully establish a passage between the eighteenth level and the seventeenth level of hell? The time has come, I must go to the eighteenth level of hell, on the one hand, to integrate the throne of the Dark Thunder God
Strength, on the other hand, to fulfill a long-term promise..."
"The master is the Primordial God. Entering the eighteenth level of hell requires the approval of the master's will. That is the world of the king. Even if the Chaos God does not have the will permission, he cannot enter. The slave followed the old master and once controlled some information about the eighteenth level.
It is easy to pass through certain laws and powers of hell, but it is not easy for the master to go to the eighteenth level of the abyss, the legendary 'shore of death'!"
"What's not easy?"
"The shore of the underworld is not a world, but it is still a world. It is the deepest world in hell. It is almost parallel to the Great Zhoutian, but the height is still not as high as the Great Zhoutian. According to my legend of hell, Death
No one can enter the shore of the underworld. Even the old master only entered the shore a few times. As for why the old master was able to enter the shore of the underworld, the old slave does not understand, but with the master’s current cultivation level, if he wants to enter the shore of the underworld,
It's really impossible to go to the shore, and besides, it's a forbidden area of hell, and I don't know how dangerous it is inside!"
"You only need to build a passage and guard the passage to protect me from entering the shore of the dead. In this way, I will go to the shore of the dead first, and then I will integrate the power of the Dark Thunder God after I understand the promise in my heart!"
"This...if the master first integrates the power of the old master, he will definitely step into the Chaos God and control some laws of heaven and earth in hell. Even a powerful person cannot easily deal with the master, but if the master enters as the current Primordial God..."
Nu's deeply sunken eyes revealed a look of worry.
"This is something I have to consider, so let's make some preparations first!"
The clone waved his hand, but the slave said nothing more.
At this time, the slave was even more confused about how the young man in front of him who had inherited the Dark Thunder God, a Primordial God, could have such confidence to enter the legendary forbidden land.
soon!
The clone was dressed in black armor, floating in mid-air, showing the aura of an overlord. Soon the slave appeared from the earth barrier below, clasped his hands, opened his mouth to absorb the power of the surrounding barrier, and then a portal actually appeared.
"Master, this is the gate of hell that leads from the seventeenth level of hell to the eighteenth level of hell. Only the king of the eighteenth level of hell can control the gate of hell!"
After the slave finished speaking, he immediately flicked his finger, and the ancient door opened. The clone instantly stepped into it without even thinking about it.
That is, during the breath, the power of heaven and earth surged in the dark sky, and a portal appeared. Under the protection of a barrier, the slave took his clone to the last level of the eighteenth level of hell, where the strongest people in hell practice.
world.
In the eighteenth-level hell world, let alone how powerful the undead creatures are, all the materials on the earth are extremely strong, reaching the height of the Origin God, even the Supreme God. It is impossible for the Chaos God to destroy this place.
The clone closed his eyes and began to absorb the energy of heaven and earth, and the astonishing pressure of hell began to surge towards him. As for the slave, he was not suppressed by any laws of hell.
"Sacred tree, this is where you grow..."
Even the slaves on the side could not imagine that this ordinary young man in front of him possessed the most ancient magic weapon in the world. No laws, energy, or restrictions would be of any use to it.
It is the ancient divine object Thirty-three Heavenly Vine, an ancient divine object that connects the divine world from hell.
The clone is activating the Thirty-three Heavenly Vine in his body. In his dark golden elixir, the aura of the Wuji Eight Desolations Sun and Moon Divine Thunder is the main component, accompanied by some Taiyi divine light. In the center of the golden elixir,
The big tree that grew strong at that moment seemed to be the only existence of the golden elixir. It grew with lush branches and leaves, each leaf was oval-shaped, and each leaf contained the essence of hell.
After a while, the law of hell that suppressed the clone magically disappeared. Then he glanced at the slave. The slave recovered from the shock and drove the barrier to fly towards the dark world.
"Are you... finally coming?"
In the world of the eighteenth level of hell, there is no trace of luster in the dark world. The cold world is almost frozen. However, a girl in green clothes of seventeen or eighteen years old keeps walking out of the ice. She looks very beautiful in green clothes.
Extremely simple, just like how ordinary women dress.
The girl was born with picturesque features and unworldly features, and her watery skin seemed to be broken by a single touch. Under such touching beauty, the girl's face showed a smile like melting ice and snow.
The girl did not step out of the frozen world, but looked up at the endless dark time and space above, floating motionless.
"Whoosh!"
Under the control of Nu's power, the barrier continuously passes through time and space and enters the depths of the eighteen levels of hell. Nu is worthy of being an existence that once followed the Dark Thunder God. He has the unpredictable ability to use the laws of hell and comes to
In the depths of the eighteenth level hell world, you can still escape into those solid and unbreakable barriers.
Just like this, we continue to go deep into the depths of hell. No one knows what kind of unimaginable world the final place is.
It took about several years to pass through the solid and deep barriers of countless eighteen levels of hell, and it seemed that I had arrived at the end of hell, because below was a completely dull and icy barrier like deep space.