The small attic emitted a ghostly light until a long time later, when a sound could be heard from inside the building.

"If I go out, there will really be no more immortals in the world." A vicissitudes of life came from the depths of the building, and the voice was full of exhaustion.

Until a ray of light appeared, as if projected, and in front of the black fog, an old man dressed in white, with a white beard and hair, who was difficult to see his age, sat cross-legged on a boulder, closed his eyes and said nothing, and all around him, churning, fiery magma.

"I know, but, there is always something that needs to be proven, the ninth plane, the immortal whose strength has almost recovered to the immortal, is killing all directions, you know, I can't do it for the time being." There was still a mixed jumble of sounds in the mist.

"He is a very powerful person, I have thought about it for a long time, the reason why he has the ability to resurrect this free immortal should be the recipe he got from the ancient road." The white-haired old man's lips were not opened, but his voice echoed around.

"Ancient Path? What is it? "The people in the fog seemed surprised, because they had never heard of it before.

The old man was silent.

The man of the mist also waited quietly, and finally said: "I underestimated him, and resurrected him with hundreds of years of dead souls and ghosts, I just want to know, Heavenly Court, what happened, he must know, but failed, I saw the failure with my own eyes, but I don't know what he did to resurrect him, he must have known the events of the year from his mouth, don't you want to know?" ”

"You say, is this immortal lucky or unlucky, when the new immortal emperor ascended the throne, he granted amnesty to all the prisoners of sin, in the immortal prison, in hell, and even the demon can be exchanged back, I just drunk and ate all kinds of elixirs that the immortals congratulated the immortal emperor, and then I was discovered, broke the fairy bones, and became the first immortal of the new emperor to be sent to the eighteenth layer of hell.

A year, less than a year, the Heavenly Court suddenly closed, and all the immortals, including the scattered immortals, were gone, and even the real controllers of the underworld, such as Yama Luo and Meng Po, were also gone.

I told you, although I was in the eighteenth layer of hell at the beginning, but I was tortured by Yama and almost destroyed, my body was broken, the immortal veins were sealed, the immortal bones were shattered, and only a trace of the immortal soul like fireflies was barely supported, I thought I was going to fall into reincarnation, but at that moment, I really felt an incomparable divine thought directly penetrated the eighteen layers of hell, glanced at me, and a thought, extinguished my only remaining immortal soul. The white-haired old man's tone was flat, as if he was telling someone else's story.

"But you finally survived, and after so many years, the immortal veins were reunited, and the cultivation was also recovered under the elixir of various planes in the current underworld for hundreds of years." The voice of the mist fluctuated slightly: "Of course, there are also reasons for the elixir you ate." ”

At this moment, the white-haired old man's eyelids moved slowly, until he slowly opened his eyes, what kind of eyes were they, they seemed to be no different from ordinary people, but when people looked at them, they seemed to see the vast starry sky, which was full of compassion, kindness, killing, and evil thoughts......

The pair of eyes looked at the mist for a long time, and finally said in a somewhat disappointed tone: "You can't be compared with him back then, although the current dungeon is still walking the six reincarnations, but it can no longer be called a god's mansion." ”

"I know, but it's better than nothing," the misty man didn't seem to be angry at all: "There must always be immortals." ”

"Didn't you make two preparations, on the one hand, to cooperate with others, and on the other hand, to wait for Meng Po's memory to awaken." The white-haired old man said.

"It was you who told me this method, the memories of Meng Po in the past generations are all passed down in one line, I have waited for so many years, I have waited for so many Meng Po, but now, there is only one hope, only one may be able to help me, I thought I had to continue to wait, after all, the prescription you gave me is impossible." At this point, there was some excitement in the sound of the fog.

"However, in the end, people still left the last memory and did not shatter themselves, and you can't intervene, as long as there is any intervention, even if it is an extreme idea, from then on, there is no Meng Po in the world."

"I didn't intervene, for her, I can only choose to wait, but, now this immortal is alive after all, and only you can know what happened back then from his side, there are already some planes, without the advent of immortals, the underworld will be completely closed, and the ghosts and ghosts will be sent to death in vain, over the years, there have been more than 700 forbidden planes, and then go down, the underworld, it won't last long, when the time comes, it will be completely chaotic, it is all the planes." The sound of the mist was full of pain and unwillingness.

The white-haired old man stopped talking, and the two fell silent again: "I have given myself a divination, if I leave the eighteenth layer of hell, I will die." ”

The figure of the mist was obviously stagnant: "That's just a pseudo-immortal, and you can't even be called an immortal anymore, and you are a real immortal, or a former immortal." ”

"Just when I was wrong, I didn't expect that this immortal would become the last immortal in this world, boy, remember the name of this immortal, my name is Demon Yuekong!" The white-haired old man burst out laughing, and finally the projection slowly dissipated, but the laughter still echoed in the space.

The attic in front of me is the appearance of the top of the eighteenth layer of hell, since there are no immortals in the world, it has never been opened, and for thousands of years, only one person has been imprisoned, no, one immortal, one, a real immortal.

The mist twisted until it fell silent, and then bent down towards the black attic.

"Thank you Xianjun!"

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[Wow, it's incredible, there are so many ghosts! 】

[There are female ghosts, there are female ghosts, so beautiful. 】

[There is a restaurant here, is this place so noble? ] 】

[Is this the Ghost Castle, my grandmother was so kind when she was alive, she must still be enjoying her ghost life here. 】

[Anchor, don't go ahead, it's too dark, you can see it, we can't see it.] 】

[Is this the city of dead in vain, there are still dead souls queuing, looking at their frightened looks, they must have done something wrong. 】

[Oh my God, I saw the bull's head and horse face!] 】

[Anchor, I burned the value of my ancestors, paper houses, maids, deer, horses, etc., can I receive them, how to receive them? ] 】

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At this moment, it is like visiting a temple fair, bustling with ghosts everywhere, after all, this time, almost in the area where Zhongzhou is located, all the ghosts and ghosts, no matter which city gate, have all returned, at least what we have seen so far, there are at least eight or nine hundred thousand ghosts, and the follow-up may still be rushing back.

In the live broadcast, Su Yan took everyone around, causing everyone to scream again and again, and the rewards continued, Su Yan liked the appearance that they didn't know the most, especially the increase in local tyrants, the rewards were uproaring, and the soul star value was even more rubbing up.

"Don't talk about everyone, I'm going to quickly apply for it within the scope of Xudu, the procedure must be very troublesome, I hope to see me almost a ghost for the sake of a ghost, and give a special offer." After Su Yan finished speaking, he hurriedly walked deeper.