In a certain underground palace, Ji Luo enjoyed the hammer shoulder of his attendants, while looking down to read the information gathered by the devouring spies from various places.

After a long time, she felt a little tired from looking, so she suddenly raised her eyelids and glanced at the attendant who was beating her back and pinching her shoulders on her side.

"What happened to the last time I asked you to investigate, and what did you find?"

"Returning to Himira-sama, subordinates...... Subordinate ......" The man paused, his voice lowered, his eyes swayed from side to side, and his body tensed slightly.

Ji Luo's unfluctuating gaze returned to the information in his hand, and said casually: "Do you think that I am deliberately making things difficult for you by asking you to investigate such a matter?"

The man immediately restrained his nervousness and replied, "Don't dare." ”

Ji Luo pursed his lips and was noncommittal.

Powerful fingers skillfully pinched her shoulders, and the attendant quietly bowed his head, gazing at the graceful curve of Himero's back.

He has been serving Ji Luo for hundreds of years, and he has always felt that Ji Luo's figure is beautiful but cold, like a snake without temperature. But this time, after Lord Kira's mission, it seems that something has changed.

Her lines are still beautiful, but much softer, like a rose with sharp thorns, not only less angry, but also not blamed him for his ineffective work.

Although he still fears Ji Luo in his heart, he is not as frightened as before.

The attendant's courage suddenly increased, and he couldn't hold back the doubts in his heart, and asked: "It is said that many people saw with their own eyes that the lord fell in the Holy Beast War, and finally the bones were buried deep in the sword mountain and the sea of fire. After that, the Holy Lord never mentioned it to that lord again, I wonder why Lady Kira is so sure that the lord is still alive today?"

"Seeing is not necessarily fact. Ji Luo opened his mouth without raising his head, and after speaking, his red lips closed seamlessly.

She wasn't going to say much about that man to a squire.

When he was looking down at the information, suddenly, Ji Luo noticed that a breath was approaching, raised his eyebrows slightly, and opened his mouth to say, "...... The truth is that no one in this world can kill him at all, because he is also immortal......"

Immortal!

Xing Jue held half of the Dry Heaven Mirror in his hand, passed by Ji Luo's underground palace, and suddenly heard a voice coming out, his footsteps paused, and his figure disappeared into the corner silently.

Ji Luo hooked the corners of his mouth, as if deliberately asking the attendant, "Do you want to hear the story of that adult?"

The attendant was still in the astonishment of the immortal body, and before he could come to his senses, Ji Luo had already spoken again.

"People in the God Cultivation Realm know that Qingzun is immortal, but few people know that that person is also immortal. His strength is not below Qingzun. In the battle for the gods back then, the last two people to fight were him and Qingzun! They fought in the Valley of the Gods for ten days and ten nights, but they didn't distinguish the winner or loser, and even if they continued to fight, it would be difficult to distinguish between the superior and the inferior......

The attendant was shocked, this story was something he hadn't heard of, she, like all ordinary monks in the God Cultivation Realm, only knew the result of the battle for the gods.

Qingzun became the first god in the god cultivation realm, so no one cares about the loser's record.

Qingzun's splendor has overshadowed everything.

However, as Ji Luo said, that person actually fought with Qingzun for ten days without winning or losing, and even became immortal, then the result immediately changed from the same, which made people infinitely curious.

A strong man whose strength is not below Qingzun, how did he lose in the end?