Near the center of Netherworld, there is a huge ancient city. The ancient city is dark, and the dark energy covering the walls is like substance.
Inside and outside the ancient city, there is a deathly silence, and a sense of vicissitudes of life pervades the ancient city.
Hundreds of thousands of miles in front of the ancient city, high in the sky, there is a huge space passage.
If Han Yi is here, you will recognize that there is almost no difference between this channel and the channel at the center of the Great Luo Immortal Realm, whether in size, state or breath.
When Han Yi sets foot on Netherworld.
A soft cry sounded deep in the ancient city.
Immediately, a black figure wearing battle armor and a black mask walked out from the depths of the ancient city.
The figure is about nine meters tall, like a little giant.
The black mask on his face only revealed a pair of black eyes. The eyes were originally dead, but at this moment, there were some doubts that had not appeared for countless thousands of years.
The armor on his body was pitch black, with a knife mark on the front. This huge knife mark went down diagonally, almost splitting the armor in half.
As the armored black figure approached, a pressure that was so terrifying that even the space could not bear it slowly emerged.
The whole ancient city seemed to be reviving and celebrating.
When the armored black figure stood on the wall of the ancient city, he did not look at the space passage hundreds of thousands of miles away in the sky, but looked to the east. Across the distance, he saw a figure with a restrained aura, and cautiously set foot on the land of Netherworld.
"Netherworld Slave's breath."
"Moreover, it is not the one who obtained the broken Myriad Nether Immortal Scripture through blood sacrifice, but the orthodox Netherworld Slave who has practiced Wanming Book. He is only one step away from being able to get rid of his identity as Netherworld Slave and become a Hades Soldier."
"How is this possible?"
"Wanming Book automatically chose the master?"
Under the black shadow of the armor, a hoarse voice sounded out from under the dark mask. This voice seemed to have dried up for countless thousands of years, making people uncomfortable.
After standing on the wall of the ancient city for a while, he gradually walked up to the sky.
Immediately, he looked at the huge space passage hundreds of thousands of miles away. An inexplicable look flashed in his dead eyes. He shot out with a palm, and endless ghost energy emerged from the Netherworld ground and rushed into the sky. However, when he approached the huge space passage, it disappeared silently and all collapsed.
"Heaven's way!" The armored black shadow said in a deep voice.
Then, he clicked lightly, and more underworld energy emerged in the surrounding space. The underworld energy condensed into a thick barrier around the huge space passage. The barrier wrapped the space and made it airtight.
If there are other eighth-level beings, or visitors from chaos, who are introduced into this space, the first thing they need to face is the terrifying underworld energy. If they are below the Tao Ancestor, they will almost collapse at the first touch, and even the Tao Ancestors can only survive.
This is the Netherworld Overlord's response to the Heavenly Way in this world.
In my territory, even if you open the way, I will block it.
The armored black shadow no longer looked at the space passage sealed by the underworld, and headed east.
In fact, he already knew about this space passage more than ten years ago, but he was too lazy to pay attention to it. If Han Yi hadn't appeared and alarmed him, he would not have left the ancient city at all.
For him, this ancient city and the treasure in the ancient city are everything he protects with his life.
He walked in Netherworld. Wherever he passed, countless ghost spirits transformed from mountains, rivers and swamps knelt down and bowed their heads. Thousands of ferocious ghost beasts also kowtowed in fear.
Although he didn't modify much of this Netherworld, over countless thousands of years, it has become his world.
After a few breaths, he stood high in the sky, looking thoughtfully at Han Yi, whose figure was hidden below and heading northwest.
below.
When Han Yi first boarded Netherworld, he discovered that the underworld energy had suddenly changed drastically, rushing towards the core of Netherworld.
He did not step back and leave, but strengthened his vigilance, using the sixth-level peak Embryonic Transformation and Form-Shifting magic to restrain his breath to almost nothing, then avoided the perception of the underworld beast and ghost spirit, and swept towards the split sword sensed by Green Duckweed Sword.
The position of the split sword is northwest of where he landed.
If everything goes well, it will only take a few days for him to get the sword and leave quickly.
But in less than a stick of incense, Han Yi discovered something was wrong.
The underworld beasts he sensed kowtowed and trembled, and even the ghost spirits of the mountains and rivers took on their true forms and bowed their heads in worship.
and.
This was true wherever he went.
Halfway through, he suddenly thought of something, his heart palpitated, and his scalp was numb. After he stopped, he no longer held back his breath, showed his body, straightened his clothes, straightened his face, bowed towards the center of Netherworld, and said:
"Juniors Han Yi, Daluo Sui Zhu Taiyi, I have no intention of offending my seniors. I came here to obtain the lost sword. Please forgive me, seniors!"
After finishing speaking, there was deathly silence all around. A few miles in front of Han Yi, a ghost spirit who was formed by absorbing ghost energy from a huge flower bud and transformed into a girl was kneeling on the ground, not daring to raise her head at all. She was trembling slightly.
"Dead, this alien immortal must be dead."
"If you dare to speak in front of the supreme Ming Zun, he will definitely die."
"Please don't drag me down."
She could sense that the Creator Mingzun was high in the sky, and there were waves of fear coming from the Nether Core. It was absolutely unmistakable.
But after waiting for a long time, he didn't feel any response or hear any sound.
Just when she was confused.
In his own core, the fear gradually dissipated and went away, as if the feeling just now was not real, but a fantasy.
She did not raise her head immediately, but waited for a full stick of incense, confirming from the Nether Core many times that the Supreme Nether Lord had left, before she dared to quietly raise her head and look to the sky.
High in the sky, the thin underworld air drifted away with the wind, no different from before.
"Did I sense something wrong?"
This ghost spirit, who had just transformed into a human being, couldn't help but have some doubts in his heart.
Miles away.
Han Yi was actually not sure whether it was the Netherworld overlord who was watching him, but when his thoughts were surging and his scalp was numb, this was the only explanation.
But now he waited for a stick of incense, but there was no response at all. Then he saw a weak ghost a few miles away. He stopped kneeling and quietly raised his head.
Han Yi suddenly breathed a sigh of relief.
He has read the information of the Profound Repository Palace. In Netherworld, all the underworld beasts and underworld beasts are actually affected by the overlord of Netherworld, the "underworld", as if there is a natural relationship between the high-ranking person and the low-ranking person.
Just now, he guessed that the Netherworld overlord appeared, and it was also because of the sight of countless underworld beasts and ghosts bowing their heads and worshiping along the way that led him to this guess.
"Leaving?"
Seeing Ming Ling raise his head, Han Yi breathed a sigh of relief and also had another thought.
He waited for a moment, and after looking at the ghost who raised his head, he quickly hid his figure and fled towards the northwest.
If it was the Ming who just appeared, even if he just cast his eyes here, and nothing happened afterwards, this shows that the Netherworld overlord did not care about Han Yi's landing, then he would be fine after he retrieved the sword.
If it was not that Ming just now, but another existence, or it was just an illusion of Han Yi, then if nothing happened at this moment, it also means that he was fallen and left here.
What's more, after coming here and experiencing the dangers, Han Yi will naturally not give up halfway.
What he didn't know was.
In front of a stick of incense.
When the huge armored black figure stood high in the sky and looked at Han Yi below, a trace of doubt first appeared in its dead eyes under the black mask.
He stared at Han Yi, wanting to see through Han Yi's reality, but even with his level, he was unable to see through Han Yi's deepest secret.
"Fellow cultivators from the immortal and divine races, and a little bit of the demon race."
"There is a Heavenly Venerable-level magic sword inside the Taiyi Realm. Well, it's just the shadow of the sword, not the real thing."
"It's a bit interesting to wear a sword. The cause and effect is not small. I should be here for the sword."
"However, the deepest part of his immortal soul seems to be fine, but it always feels wrong. Is there something that even I can't see through?"
"Finally."
"It is indeed the breath of Netherworld Slave. Moreover, it is not stolen through external force, but the real and most orthodox breath of Netherworld Slave."
"This was extremely rare back then, when Ten Thousand Nether City was still around."
"The strange thing is that Wanming Book is still sleeping and has not been turned on. How could Netherworld Slave appear?"
The armored black figure really couldn't figure it out, and his thoughts fell on Han Yi, thoughtfully.
"Ten Thousand Nether City was destroyed and the inheritance was scattered. Wanming Book was taken away by me at the risk of death and hidden in this world."
"A Netherworld Slave, no matter how orthodox his practice, is powerless against that big force."
"However, if you can transform from Netherworld Slave to an underworld soldier, and then be promoted to underworld general, underworld king, and finally, maybe you can become the underworld lord and take complete control of Wanming Book."
Thinking of this, the armored black shadow shook his head.
A small immortal king, Wanming Book, has only cultivated to Netherworld Slave. He is too far away from the Lord of the Underworld. His thoughts just now are really unrealistic and he thinks too much.
Before he left, he took out a black spar and tossed it gently. The spar flew into the air and disappeared.
"Ten Thousand Nether City may be destroyed, but the rules cannot be broken."
"Since you are the pinnacle Netherworld Slave, I will set a test for you. If you can pass it, you can obtain a Wanming origin and break through to the underworld."
"If you can't pass, it means you are destined for this fate. You can't blame me."
The armored black shadow took one last deep look at Han Yi, turned around and left, returning directly to the depths of the ancient city.
Of course, Han Yi didn't know about this scene.
There was such a huge disparity in strength. Even if the armored black shadow stood in front of him, Han Yi would not be able to see it at all if he did not want Han Yi to find it.
After confirming that there was nothing unusual, he hid his figure again and headed to the northwest.
Next.
Han Yi never saw any other beasts or ghosts bowing down in obeisance, and with his current strength, even among Netherworld, only a few ghost beasts and ghosts could detect him and let him take a detour.
and.
Han Yi also discovered a very unusual phenomenon along the way, that is, even if the ghost beasts and spirits did not kneel down and bow their heads, they were extremely docile. They all stayed on their own territory and were extremely quiet. It was completely different from what was recorded in the Profound Repository Palace.
In the Profound Repository Palace, it is mentioned that the beasts of the underworld are ferocious and the underworld spirits compete for territory seriously.
However, having come this far, this strange situation did not stop Han Yi from regressing, but made him more vigilant and his aura more comprehensive.
Three hours later. After crossing a long distance, Han Yi finally arrived at the place where the split sword was.
In front of him, there was a huge valley lying on the ground. The ridges on both sides of the valley towered into the clouds. Above the valley, the dark energy condensed into clouds, swirling and changing.
Han Yi fled towards the valley, but the next moment, he suddenly sensed the danger and retreated backwards.
At the entrance of the valley, a black arrow fell from the sky, penetrated the ground, and reached very deep into the center of the earth.
Han Yi's eyes trembled. Although this attack had combat power comparable to that of a senior Immortal Lord, if he wanted to block it, there was no problem. However, he stepped back not because of the attack itself, but because he noticed something had changed, and instinctively jumped out of the attack circle.
He followed the trail and looked up, and saw a figure standing quietly on a strange protruding rock on the mountainside of the valley. This figure was three meters tall and looked like an ape. It was holding a wooden long bow, but there was no quiver or arrows.
But Han Yi could tell at a glance that the opponent was not a beast, but a ghost.
The ghost spirits are the mountains and rivers of Netherworld. The tree elves absorbed the ghost energy and transformed into alternative life forms.
These living beings can transform into spiritual bodies, so they are called ghosts.
However, its spirit body does not necessarily have a human form, but comes in various forms, ranging from human form to hundreds of animal forms.
Along the way, Han Yi encountered many ghost spirits.
The emphasis of Ming Ling is on the word "spirit", while Ming Beast has more of animal nature.
Although this ape has the appearance of a beast, its core is condensed from the underworld, and it is a spiritual body.
After this ghost appeared, eight more ape-shaped ghosts appeared one after another on many strange rocks on the mountainside of the valley.
These ape ghosts were silent, but a chilling air filled the space, making Han Yi's face suddenly tremble.
"Equivalent to the Nine Senior Immortal Lord-level ghost spirits."
"No, it's more than that..."
Han Yi looked up to a higher position. There, a huge stone protruded from the mountainside, like a platform. At some point, an ape more than five meters tall was standing on the edge of the stone platform, with his eyebrows lowered, looking down at Han Yi.
Although the aura of this ape was not shown, Han Yi concluded that it must be stronger than the nine-headed ape below, but it was not as powerful as the Immortal Lord that made his heart palpitate.
Among them, it should be the peak Immortal Lord level ghost spirit.
However, after seeing this five-meter-tall ape, Han Yi also knew what the true form of these ghosts was.
"It's these strange rocks."
"The strange stone absorbs the energy of the underworld, becomes refined through cultivation, and turns into an underworld spirit."
"It may be because there are low-level ape and underworld beasts jumping around on the strange rocks all year round. Therefore, the preferred form of the underworld for these strange stones is apes."
Han Yi held Green Duckweed Sword and stared above. The ten figures were in disordered positions, but they all contained figures with the intention of killing them, with no intention of retreating.
As of today, he has three seventh-level immortal arts, and not long ago, he even initially understood Three Thousand Sword Realms. Not to mention that only one of the ten ghost spirits has peak immortal king combat power. Even if it is a ten-headed ape with peak immortal monarch combat power, he dares to draw his sword.
No one can stop his determination to obtain Split Green Duckweed Sword.
As his thoughts turned, he took a step forward and disappeared from the spot.
All of a sudden.
The sword light exploded, and murderous intent boiled! (End of chapter)