"Buzz ......"

King Jizo stretched out his palm, and in an instant, the space shook slightly.

Then, I saw that in the ancient coffin, Meng Yurou's primordial spirit floated out, and its primordial body gradually shrank, and finally became a villain, which was sent into the hands of Mo Wangchen by the King of Jizo.

"Buzz ......"

Don't forget the dust in the palm of your hand, the special Dao pattern glows with a faint light, and then the Yuan Shen of Meng Yurou is included in it.

"You still have the identity of the Underworld, I won't take it back, go ahead, after finding her body, you can return her original spirit to the body. King Jizo said.

Then he waved his big hand in the void, and in an instant, an illusory gate appeared in front of Mo Wuchen.

Mo Wuchen glanced at the Dao pattern in his palm, he could feel the aura of Meng Yurou flowing in it, and he had spent nine hundred years in nine different worlds.

Now, it's finally paying off!

He took a deep breath, and then bowed his hand to the Jizo King again, and after doing all this, he no longer hesitated, and stepped into the void gate in front of him, and completely disappeared into the ancient hall.

"Buzz ......"

In a flash, when Mo Wuchen's vision was restored again, he looked around, and at this moment, he appeared in an ancient city out of thin air.

People come and go in the city, all of them are extraordinary and vulgar, and they are all masters of cultivation.

It is not uncommon for Emperor Realm powerhouses to be seen, and to the slight surprise of Mo Wuchen, almost one-third of the cultivators who come and go in the city have reached above the Void Immortal Realm.

Such a scene has to be said to be indeed surprising.

As early as the beginning, before Mo Wuchen left, although the Great Luo Heavenly Realm was also a land of strong people.

But it will never be so strong.

Mo Wuchen stood in place, he could clearly feel that although the laws of this world had changed a little from when he left, he was extremely sure that he was really back.

After leaving for nine hundred years, when he came back again, Mo Wuchen had an indescribable mood, and he was full of emotion.

Nine hundred years, for the vast majority of cultivators, although it is only a snap of a finger, it is enough to change many things.

Yunming Building, this is the most prosperous restaurant in the city, the business is very good, and the people who come and go are good.

Mo Wuchen came to Yunming Tower, he had been away for nine hundred years, and he didn't know what the current Daluo Heavenly Realm had developed.

What about those former friends, or enemies?

He needs to understand these situations first, and it just so happens that a place like a restaurant is a good place to find out the news.

The whole Yunming Building is divided into three floors, and I heard that there is a kind of excellent wine here, which can make people want to be burning, and it has great benefits for cultivation.

However, this kind of wine is extremely precious, and ordinary people simply cannot afford to drink it.

Mo Wuchen came to a window position on the third floor, the immortal stone was just a number to him, no matter how precious the wine was, he could afford to drink it.

"Smack!"

He directly threw a storage bag that had hit an unknown number of immortal stones on the table, and said, "Give me a pot of purple frost brew first." ”

"Okay, guest officer, you really came in time, the number of purple frost brews in our store is limited every day, only 100 copies, it just so happens that the pot you ordered is the last one today." After inspecting Mo Wangchen's storage bag, the little guy at the reception said very respectfully, and then turned around and left.

I have to say that Purple Frost Brewing is indeed a good wine, no wonder this Yunminglou can do so well, even Mo Wuchen, a person who rarely drinks alcohol, can't help but want to continue drinking a second cup after drinking one glass.

"Nine hundred years is just a snap of my fingers, I didn't expect that nine hundred years later, the Daluo Heavenly Realm is already as prosperous as it is today. ”

"Nine hundred years ago, a vision descended from heaven to bring about some changes in the laws of the world, and since then, the progress of the world's cultivation has become much simpler. ”

Mo Wuchen drank alone, and heard many people talking in his ears.

He learned that not long after he left, a major event had happened in the Daluo Heavenly Realm, and the laws of the entire world had changed subtly overnight.

That night, many people's cultivation inexplicably made breakthroughs, and even some people who were trapped in a certain realm and couldn't make progress also made breakthroughs.

Moreover, it was also from that time that the world's comprehension of the law seemed to have become much simpler, in short, because of that heavenly vision, the overall strength of the Daluo Heavenly Realm had increased a lot.

"It's a pity that the Godhead does not descend, and it is too difficult for the world to become a god. ”

"Yes, nine hundred years ago, those proud sons who were invincible to their peers have all grown up now, such as the Blue Emperor, the Heavenly Dragon Emperor and others, and they have all stepped into the realm of demigods, and many masters of the older generation have long been eclipsed in front of them. ”

"The times have changed, it is really a talent from the country, in the past, the Xuan Holy Emperor was beheaded, and the son of the Xuan Emperor took his place, and now he has become a world-famous figure who sits in the Wumeng, looking at the world today, those few Holy Emperors are not out, I am afraid that there are not many people who can compete with the Xuanwu Emperor, right?"

When he heard this, Mo Wuchen couldn't help but feel a shock in his heart, the Xuan Saint Emperor was actually dead?

What has happened in the 900 years since he left?

Today's Emperor Xuandi has inherited the throne and is respected by the world as Emperor Xuanwu, not Emperor Xuansheng.

Because he was not able to step into the realm of the ancient gods, he could not afford to be the Holy Emperor.

"Emperor Qingzi, Emperor Xuanwu, Emperor Tianlong, and several other geniuses, such as Jiang Chen, the Heavenly Dragon Divine Body, and Feng Qing, the Holy Maiden of Yanhuang, are all proud sons who once moved the world, and now they have all grown up, and in the past nine hundred years, they can be said to have beaten invincible opponents of the same generation. ”

"I don't know if you have heard that on the Divine Fall Mountain, in the Lingxiao Temple, there were people who saw miracles manifesting there, and all parties speculated that it was someone who had obtained the Godhead. ”

"Nine hundred years ago, Lingxiaoguan threatened to create gods, could it be that they succeeded?"

"In the past, the Holy Son of Love-cutting was defeated, and later he was accepted by Lingxiaoguan as a person of inheritance, and he had the resources to create gods, if someone really saw the miracle manifestation, maybe it was mostly related to the Holy Son of Love. ”

"Talking about this, I can't help but think of the person in the past, who was alone in the confrontation with the thirteen emperors of the ancient clan. ”

"It's been 900 years...... If you don't say it, I'm about to forget him, this person is a natural talent, but unfortunately, now his whereabouts are unknown, once one person even provoked the major saint emperors and ancient martial arts families of the Xuanwu League, and beheaded all the holy sons in the sky, and finally blocked the door of the Xuandi Palace, but no one in the Xuandi Palace dared to touch him. ”

Many people can't help but sigh when they talk about it, as if they have endless emotion.

"Master, who is that person you are talking about?"

A little girl of twelve or thirteen years old, with doubts on her face, couldn't help but ask an old man beside her.