A streamer flew out of Penglai Immortal City.

The Dao King went to the Netherworld alone.

The Nether Universe is vast and boundless, and even the top emperors cannot go to every corner of the universe. And in the universe, there are many worlds.

The birth and death of a world is just a mottled streamer between heaven and earth.

Most of the world is in the light.

Only the underworld does not see the light of day all year round.

The distance between the spirit realm and the netherworld was a light year, and the Dao King traveled at full speed, and finally arrived at a strange nebula seven days later.

The stars are dappled and dark, and a world is hidden in it.

The Dao King entered the Netherworld.

Faintly, a wisp of breath swept in, as if he sensed the arrival of the Dao King, but the Dao King restrained his breath and did not let people notice it.

He took out the jade slip, followed the map, and went to Tianmu Continent.

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Two days later, the Dao King came to a dark realm.

Compared to the darkness everywhere in the Netherworld, Tianmu Continent was the only place where there was a glimmer of light, but the demonic energy flowing between heaven and earth was still extremely thick.

A man hangs in the sky according to the sun.

Perhaps it was because the years were too long, and it was constantly eroded by demonic energy, causing the brightness of the sun to gradually weaken.

The Dao King's gaze fell on the sun, which was a person with great magical powers, using the sun star core to refine, refining the method, he was very familiar with.

"The ...... of the Taixuan Refining Treasure Method"

King Dao's eyes were cold, "The master of Tianji Pavilion is really clever, and his old man is really in Tianmu Continent." ”

"Master, hundreds of thousands of years have passed, I don't know if you miss me?"

That round of the sun was refined by the means of the Taixuan Taihao Sutra, and it was obviously the masterpiece of the Deadwood Daoist.

The figure of the Dao King gradually disappeared.

An hour later.

He came to a mountain range, the demonic energy was monstrous, rolling and surging, as if an invisible hand was stirring between heaven and earth, affecting the rules of this heaven and earth.

The mountains stretch for millions of miles, the vegetation is verdant, and the spirit beasts are galloping, not at all like the netherworld.

If it is a paradise.

The Dao King's divine thoughts poured into the heavens and the earth, and he smiled, "Shizun really hasn't changed, and he always likes to raise some flowers and plants." ”

This is obviously also the handiwork of the Deadwood Daoist.

With the power of the emperor, he forcibly transformed the rules of heaven and earth and made it an environment suitable for living and cultivating.

Under the power of the formation, the demonic energy was also transformed into aura.

The Dao King's divine thoughts were released, constantly radiating in all directions, and it didn't take long for it to envelop all directions, covering a range of millions of miles.

He "saw" a quaint and atmospheric mountain gate, hidden among the mountains, where thousands of disciples were cultivating, all of whom were of all ethnic groups, and there were no classes of teaching.

Swish!

Suddenly, a gaze came from the quiet temple and came into contact with the Dao King's divine thoughts, and suddenly, the Dao King's divine thoughts were cut off.

The Dao King was not annoyed, but instead showed a strange smile.

He didn't want to hide his aura in the first place, which was exactly what he took the initiative to expose.

He was going to tell the Deadwood Daoist that he had arrived.

This time, he had to give the Deadwood Daoist plenty of time to prepare.

……

Deadwood Sect.

An old man with white eyebrows and white hair sat cross-legged in the dead wood hall, his lower body was like a rotten wood, connected to the earth, as if he was imprisoned here, unable to move.

The Deadwood Daoist opened his eyes, his eyes full of solemnity.

"Is this catastrophe unavoidable after all?"

The Deadwood Daoist muttered.

For King Dao, he has mixed feelings.

Among the disciples he taught, the Dao King's talent was undoubtedly the strongest, and he had already identified him as the next sect master of Taihao Tianzong, but he didn't expect that the Dao King was so ambitious that he couldn't wait for a moment and a half, and wanted to put him to death and kill the master to seize the throne.

On that day, half of the Dao foundation of the Dead Wood Daoist was abolished, his body was worn out, and his soul was shattered.

But he fled.

Incognito, hiding in the underworld.

The Deadwood Daoist lowered his head and looked at his body that was neither human nor demon, his face was heavy.

Last time, the Dao King hit him hard, the master of the Deadwood Daoist, the Duobao Daoist used great divine powers, and there was also a strange divine tree seed, so that the soul of the Deadwood Daoist could be condensed.

With the passage of time, the body of the Deadwood Daoist and the Divine Tree condensed into one, becoming what it is today.

All things are given by the king of the Tao.

But the Dead Wood Daoist did not complain, and when he fell into this step of the field, he blamed him for not knowing anyone, and he did not think about revenge.

However, the Dao King is here again.

Obviously, the Dao King wanted his life.

"Fu Yuan."

The Deadwood Daoist called softly.

A middle-aged Confucian scholar walked into the main hall.

"Disciple to meet Master."

The eldest disciple Fu Yuan bowed, "What does the master command?" ”

The Deadwood Daoist stared at Fu Yuan and said, "You immediately gather the six junior brothers and sisters, and let them take all the disciples of the Deadwood Sect away and leave the Netherworld." ”

"Remember, don't come back."

"Why is that?"

Fu Yuan's expression changed greatly, why did he suddenly ask them to migrate?

What about the Deadwood Dao people?

"Your elder brother is here." The Deadwood Daoist said slowly.

Fuyuan's pupils shrank suddenly.

Senior brother, the emperor is worry-free.

The first day of the spirit world, the first master.

The name of the Dao King has long been like thunder.

If it weren't for him, the Deadwood Daoist wouldn't have ended up so miserable.

"Master, he'...... He's here to kill you? Fu Yuan's voice trembled, both angry and sad for the deadwood Dao people, and there was even a trace of fear in his heart.

Emperor Wuwu is terrible.

"Yes."

The Deadwood Daoist smiled, "Your senior brother has a tenacious heart, which is very incomparable. He is ruthless and decisive, and once he wants to make a move, he will inevitably cut down the grass and eradicate the roots. ”

"You go and gather the disciple now, I hope he can see my face and let you leave."

"Master ......"

Fu Yuan clenched his fists tightly, looking humiliated.

Ninety thousand years!

Ninety thousand years.

Of the seven disciples, only one of them successfully stepped into the realm of the Great Emperor.

As for the emperor, there is none.

So much so that when the Dao King came, no one could fight against it.

"Go."

Deadwood Daoren's voice was cold.

"The disciple receives the order."

Fu Yuan's face was painful and he left resolutely.

"Master!"

When Fu Yuan just went out, another woman in red broke into the main hall in a panic, and when she saw the Dead Wood Daoist, she hurriedly said, "The Dead Wood Sect has been sealed." ”

Hearing this, the Deadwood Daoist fell silent.

"Why do you have to do it so badly?"

The deadwood Taoist looked at the sky, his eyes penetrated the dome, and he saw the Dao King standing in the air with his hands behind his back, wearing a white robe.

The king of the Tao stepped in the air, as if walking on the ground.

"Master, disciples have always been like this."

As soon as the Dao King's thoughts moved, millions of miles of heaven and earth were shrouded in a huge array, and the Dao patterns were intertwined between the heavens and the earth, and the atmosphere was depressing and dull, and the murderous aura was soaring.

Since he wants to do it, he will not let anyone go, even if it is a grass or a tree, he will be exterminated.

This is the principle of the Taoist king's work.

"Master, we haven't seen each other for many years, let's reminisce about the past."

The Dao King fell in front of the main hall, the red-clothed woman, Fu Yuan, and the quasi-emperor stared at the Dao King in horror, some people had already learned his identity, but more people were confused.

However, even if he didn't know the origin of the person in front of him, he would seal the Deadwood Sect with his move, and he would be the enemy of the Deadwood Sect.

The Dao King ignored many cultivators and walked into the main hall.

No one dared to stop him.

He saw the dead wood Dao man, the upper body was a human, with white eyebrows, white hair and white clothes, fairy wind and bones, and the air was clear.

The lower body is a stump.

He seemed to grow on a tree, connected as one, half man, half tree.

King Dao's eyes flickered and he didn't ask more.

His vision is extraordinary, and he naturally knows the reason for the appearance of the Deadwood Daoist.

Most of it is a way to continue life.

"Master, long time no see."

King Dao spoke.

"Ninety-three thousand two hundred and sixteen years and one hundred and fifteen days."

The Deadwood Daoist said in a deep voice.

He will always remember that day.

King Dao smiled indifferently, "It seems that the master is not old and confused, and his memory is still the same." ”

"Master, I haven't seen you for 90,000 years, please accept the disciple's worship."

King Dao solemnly tidied up his clothes, knelt on the ground, and threw his body to the ground.

"Emperor worry-free, meet the master."