The gloom, thousands of miles of fog flew away, thousands of miles of monsters and beasts were extinct, the low sky was black and pressed as if it was overhead, the gray sand fluttered in the wind, and the black trees stretched the shadows to silently bury all the creatures.

In the Netherworld, the law of the jungle is staged every day, and every day there is a person who is constantly fighting or meditating and cultivating.

From the moment the Purple Shadow arrived, he had no choice, devouring, consolidating, and ascending day after day, year after year, until he reached the point where he could kill the Netherworld Overlord and leave here.

More than two hundred years have passed in a hurry, and he has thought about the outside outside in addition to fighting, and he has also wanted to meet Bing'er when he is lonely. The old poisonous head is nowhere to be seen most of the time, he floats and goes alone, without any concern or sustenance.

Zi Ming is different from Bing'er, he came out of the dragon realm, he grew up with contempt, the person who loved him was only one uncle, and the person he met after coming out was only one Bing'er, the uncle was gone, only Bing'er was still there. Zi Ming's feelings are very pure, pure and distressing, he doesn't trust anyone, if it weren't for the beginning, he suspected that Bing'er might be his uncle's child, he wouldn't believe it.

More than two hundred years have passed, Zi Ming is alone in the Netherworld grinding his heart cold, every day the flesh and blood fly, every day hundreds of living beings return to the sky, his eyes are extremely cold, his evil spirit is extremely heavy.

More than two hundred years have passed, and Zi Ming has finally reached the peak realm of the emperor level, that is, on this day, he has a bloody hair, and he has been sweeping countless Nether Demon Beasts for thousands of miles, just to get the Netherworld Crystal to devour and stabilize the realm.

Thousands of miles passed, Zi Ming took a short rest, took out tens of thousands of Immortal Crystals, and devoured them together. The realm was released, and the majestic momentum soared into the sky, which was the sky that remained black and oppressive for a long time, and it also made the momentum a lot clearer.

The spirit crystal dissolved at the same time, and the spiritual power of the purple spirit was deeply integrated into the body and poured into the dantian. The huge spiritual power rushed in, and immediately spread throughout the whole body along the route of the purple underworld, and the breath around the purple underworld suddenly became more majestic, and then suddenly pressed inward, and the spiritual power quickly merged into the whole body, and the rest flowed back to the dantian.

The spiritual power flowed back, and the momentum naturally dissipated, but at this time, a more powerful force moved, and that power was the pinnacle of the emperor-level peak, and it was a traveler outside the threshold of the honorable position.

Zi Ming hurriedly hid his breath and ran away, forgetting about the ghost in a moment of excitement, the peak of the emperor level, the ghost has such a strong power to be born, the old monster is estimated to come out of the hole to forage for food. After all, if he swallows himself, he may ascend to the position of Demon Venerable.

Don't choose the road in a panic, the underworld really doesn't have any way to choose, just run away. Just choose a direction and run to the end, always as far away from the place where Fang Cai is, the better, but just after running a few steps, Zi Ming suddenly bumped into something, and then his eyes went black, and the whole person disappeared.

The old poisonous head also sensed the breath of the purple ghost's breakthrough, and he also ran over to see what was going on, but he felt the breath of the ghost halfway through, so he had to take a detour and leave, anyway, the purple ghost would definitely run, and the ghost came out of his old man's house, so let him go first.

The speed of the ghost is extremely fast, as soon as the momentum of the purple shadow comes out, he has already left the lair and rushed out, and when the purple ghost has finished devouring the crystal of the underworld, the fusion of power into the body is completed, and then the momentum is eliminated, he is already very close to the purple underworld. He deliberately released his breath so that Zi Ming sensed his presence and let him escape.

The Netherworld is barren and dead, the Netherworld is very boring, the Netherworld has been alone for tens of thousands of years, he is very bored, he likes powerful food, but prefers to eat it after the torture is finished. But this time, you have to be careful, you can't let him run away like the Tianluo did last time.

But when the ghost rushed to that location, he found that the breath of the purple ghost had been cut off and disappeared out of thin air. The ghost hooked the corners of his mouth and left, there is nothing in the nether that he doesn't understand, and the sudden disappearance is just a secret treasure, since he hasn't left the netherworld, I don't believe you won't appear.

Zi Ming's eyes disappeared blackly, and when he opened his eyes, he had appeared in a void, and at the end of the void, there were two figures approaching little by little, these two figures were very similar, very similar, as if they were conjured up by a person.

A figure looked at Zi Ming with only one eye and asked, "Where did this person come from?"

"Picked it up. What does the master think?" In fact, he crashed into it himself, after all, the seal only set a minimum condition, and anyone who met the conditions could enter.

"Not bad, try it. The figure known as the master frowned slightly, obviously not very satisfied.

"Then let's start, although the exercises he cultivates are a little rougher, they are essentially the same as the master's techniques, if he can pass and teach them simply, he should be able to make great progress. ”

Another figure waved his hand, and both of them suddenly disappeared, and Zi Ming's eyes were pitch black again, and the scene changed, and there was nothingness again.

The land of nothingness began to change at the moment of the appearance of the purple underworld, from small to large, from the dragon to the human, countless illusory purple underworlds appeared, little by little, this illusion is the life of the purple underworld.

The illusory image flashed by, and countless illusions dissipated and condensed together, and on the opposite side was a solid person, exactly the same person as Zi Ming.

Zi Ming was puzzled, inexplicably shifted shape and changed places, and suddenly two figures appeared to judge themselves, and now they want to fight with themselves again, what are they doing.

It doesn't matter about thirty-seven twenty-one, anyway, after more than two hundred years, Zi Ming rushed forward without hesitation, and didn't use the overlord gun, and slammed into the image on the opposite side with his bare hands.

The image didn't move at all, as if nothing had happened just now, but Zi Ming's punch just now was obviously hit, and there was still a real feeling of hitting in his hand, was it an illusion?

I can't tell, so let's give it a try, Zi Ying used his spiritual power, turned around and punched the image in the chest again, this time it was seventy percent of the strength, two percent more than just now.

The image is still not moving, not hiding or attacking, unharmed, except for the real feeling on the hand, all of Zi Ming's true consciousness is an illusion. But such a real hallucination, he had only encountered it once, the one on the phantom island.

Could it be that there is also a phantom crystal here, but this kind of illusory scene is very contrary to the illusionary realism. However, Zi Ming was still cautious, after all, he was careless last time, and he almost died on the illusion crystal.

Zi Ming didn't act rashly this time, he was waiting, waiting for the change of the image on the other side, or waiting for the change of this illusory realm. But he waited for a long time, and the image had no intention of moving, and in a fit of anger, he punched the image in the head with all his strength.

The person landed, the image dissipated at the moment of touch, and Zi Ming looked speechlessly at the illusion of nothing around, should he hit his head in the first place?

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