The fire of life, with the essence of life as the guide, ignites the fire of life, which is the practice of sacrificing life for death, and is no different from sitting.

Legend has it that the old antiques of the Supreme Great Sect, when they are about to reach the end of their life and have no immortal medicine to eat, often take the initiative to ignite the life essence in their minds and ignite the fire of life, in order to obtain one in a hundred million lives.

With the help of the cremation of life, the power of the edge of life and death, the rotten self can be reborn, so as to prolong the longevity.

However, this method is extremely dangerous, it is an attempt to use the power of the Transformation Dao, and if you are not careful, you may turn the fake into the real and disappear.

Since ancient times, there have been almost no people who have been reborn by this technique, because this technique is dangerous and abnormal, and some people call it the art of sacrificing life.

At the beginning, the six-eared macaque was about to die, and he also lit the fire of life, trying to impact a higher realm with the fire of life, but unfortunately there were eight kings present to intervene, and finally ended in failure, otherwise, with the talent of the old monkey king, maybe there is really a glimmer of hope for success.

Now that King Tushan has also ignited the fire of his own life, the good and evil are even more unpredictable, which makes Chu Ling uneasy.

The fire of life burned quietly, silently, that little fluorescent light made people feel that it was going to be extinguished at any time, and the gray and black hair of the Mountain Slaughter King became snow-white in an instant, his skin was loose and collapsed, and his eyes were quickly clouded.

"Tu Shan Lao'er, if you want to die, I will help you again. Chu Ling gritted his teeth, recited the ancient scriptures, and under tremendous pressure, he shot out a golden magic seal.

That Dharma Seal, taken from the Dark Golden Sutra, has a great threat to the soul of a person, once this seal is smashed in the sea of consciousness of the King of the Mountain, it is enough to make his soul scatter, like a walking corpse.

"Boom!"

The big seal burst out, turning into a dark streamer, approaching the Mountain Slaughter King, and the Hades King behind the Mountain Slaughter King, with a slight wave of his arm, a huge gray wheel appeared out of thin air, resisting the dark gold death seal.

The two collided with each other, sending out a huge vibration.

With such a strong attack, the King of the Mountains Slaughter did not feel it at all, and still kept reciting the Sutra of Death, his voice became louder and louder, and ten thousand golden runes rushed out of his sea of consciousness and spread out into the surrounding void.

This is the Tao that he has condensed all his life's cultivation, but now, he has to spill it out as if he doesn't want money.

Even Chu Ling was touched by the lifeless fighting posture of the Mountain Slaughter King, but he didn't know that the Mountain Slaughter King at this moment had been completely controlled by the Hades King behind him, and he couldn't be autonomous.

With his lifelong cultivation, the King of the Slaughter Mountain shook the land with ten thousand runes, and the fatal blow of the peerless king should never be underestimated.

On the ground, the Blood Phoenix Tower began to shake, and the tall building towering into the clouds looked extremely thrilling and crumbling.

At the top of the Blood Phoenix Tower, the Blood Phoenix Divine Son Blood Tianqi stood respectfully in front of an old man in sackcloth, and said with low eyebrows: "Master Zhang, there seems to be something wrong underground, do you want the disciple to go and investigate?"

The old man in Mai turned over his slightly thin hand, and a golden light suddenly poured down from the top floor, freezing the crumbling Blood Phoenix Building, and on the body of the Blood Phoenix Building, all kinds of guardian arrays were launched in unison, and one after another divine light flowed between the layers, from a distance, this Blood Phoenix Building was like a divine iron that fixed all the demons and monsters in the world, surrounded by auspicious light and Rui.

The moment this old man in sackcloth made a move, the aura of his Emperor Realm Nine Grades was suddenly revealed, and even the wind outside the building couldn't help but stagnate.

Mai Zhangjiao withdrew his hand, and said lightly: "No need, there is the Holy Ancestor and his old man guarding the ground, it is expected that there should be no major problem, it should be caused by the Holy Ancestor's cultivation, and the Holy Ancestor's gestures have power that I can't imagine, so there is no need to make a fuss." ”

Although Xue Tianqi nodded, there was still a slight worry in his eyes......

Underground.

The life of the King of the Mountain Slaughter was dying, and the sound of chanting had also reached the extreme, one after another, the sound waves were desperately invading Chu Ling's side, and there was a great posture of besieging and killing Chu Ling, and the scope of Chu Ling's activities was getting smaller and smaller, and the life essence in his mind had an irrepressible momentum.

Chu Ling's complexion changed greatly, and he gritted his teeth and said secretly: "It's not good, if it continues to develop like this, I have to be like the King of the Mountain Slaughter, ignite the fire of life, and there will be no life." ”

But he has entered the critical moment of wrestling with the King of the Mountain Slaughter, if he suddenly gives up at this time, then he will be directly transformed into a puppet by the chanting of the King of the Mountain.

"Damn, fight, this old bastard will die first!"

Chu Ling gritted his teeth, his face showed a fierce light, as hideous as a fierce god coming to the world, with the momentum of slaughtering gods and killing immortals.

At this moment, he didn't care that the injury of his divine soul was not yet complete, and the two dragon seals in his mind exploded together, operating to the extreme, and the surging dragon qi gathered at Chu Ling's feet.

Airplanes!

Qinglong Zhenyue Technique, open!

Airplanes!

Gold power word secret, open!

The two ancient holy arts opened together, and his body was suddenly covered with cyan dragon scales, and the muscles of his limbs had nearly doubled, and his breath had been raised to the extreme at this moment.

"Roar!"

He let out a long roar, like a dragon's chant, he still chanted the ancient scriptures, the strange chanting sound, sounded in the ground, the voice rose and fell for a long time, with the unique low and hoarse of the dragon clan, with a unique rhyme.

The entire land of the Western Regions was sensitive, and the dragon veins in the ground resonated, and the earth trembled.

Many ancients of the Great Sect of the Immortal Sect rose to the sky, looking down on the earth, and in the depths of the ancestral court of the Prajna Sect, a hundred-zhang golden body manifested on the lotus pedestal, sighing compassionately.

In the ghost place, the old thing like a clay sculpture slowly opened its eyes, and a smile appeared in the slits of its eyes.

The two chanting voices collided, and the vibration of the underground became more and more obvious, as if there was a peerless murderer, about to break through the ground, and the power of the ancient scriptures invaded the depths of the underground.

"Old bastard, die, let's die together!" Chu Ling shouted frantically, and the green tendons on his neck stalked.

The runes of the Sutra of Salvation merged into the void, extracting the vitality of the underground, and the King of the Mountain and Chu Ling both turned into a round of scorching sun, slowly approaching, only to wait for the last collision, the two of them were wiped out together, falling into the endless abyss......

But at this critical juncture, an angry cry came from the deeper underground: "Ah!"

This cry was poignant and sad, and more importantly, it contained the breath of a saint.

The sound sounded, Chu Ling and Tu Shan's chanting was suppressed in unison, the narrow secret room, the ground was pierced, and the two fell deeper into the ground.

At that time, Chu Ling, who was hoarse, had lost any consciousness......

"Hiss......"

Chu Ling slowly opened his eyes, felt the sharp pain in his mind, and gasped.

"It's ......"

Looking around, this is an extremely grand underground palace, in which the red light is flickering, as dark as the Fengdu ghost domain, and a gloomy aura floats out from the depths of the underground palace, which makes people shudder.

Looking around, the corpse of the Mountain Slaughter King fell not far away, already cold and hard, completely out of life.

"Alas!" Chu Ling sighed, a dignified powerhouse of the princely realm had to feel sorry for him to dissipate so easily.

Without waiting for him to sigh more, suddenly, a scream came from the depths of the earth, and what made him feel uneasy was that the scream, with a trace of innate coercion, made people irresistibly want to crawl on the ground.

"What now?" Chu Ling's face was cloudy, and his mind was thinking quickly.

If you go up, most of the Blood God City at this time has already laid a net of heaven and earth, and I am afraid that before you can get out of the city, you will become a turtle in the urn of the Blood Phoenix Tower.

And it is very likely that Feng Xiyao will be affected, and the gains outweigh the losses.

However, this dark underground palace does not seem to be a good place, and most of them have many unknown risks, which makes him very dangerous.

"That's it, let's go into the dungeon to find out, in the dungeon, there is a glimmer of hope, but once you get out, it will be a self-imposed net. After making up his mind, Chu Ling no longer hesitated and strode towards the depths of the underground palace...... This underground palace is very grandiose, full of a hundred zhang high, and each of them is made of supreme divine materials.

The yin wind roared, sweeping through the temple, Chu Ling carefully visited everywhere, and could imagine how brilliant and brilliant such a huge divine palace was, just like before.

"Who did this palace, and why did it appear in the underground of the Blood Phoenix Tower? Could it be that this is the secret place built by the Blood Phoenix Tower?"

Not like.

Chu Ling denied his guess for the first time, the extra divine materials in this underground palace, because of the age, the divinity contained in it has been completely lost, and many of the great road runes on the divine gold have also dissipated, and the establishment of the Blood Phoenix Tower is only within 10,000 years, and it is impossible to build this underground palace.

Moreover, before the Blood Cloud Ancestor achieved the half-saint fruit position, the Blood Phoenix Tower was just a second-rate sect, and it did not have such strength at all, and it was not built a dungeon completely made of divine gold.

Curiosity scratched his heart like eight claws, prompting Chu Ling to continue to go deeper.

Suddenly, he stood still on the ground, and his whole body fell into a state of numbness, because there was a huge plaque hanging right above him.

This plaque is made of purple blood dragon gold, and there is a purple domineering dragon qi manifestation from time to time, and on the god plaque, it is engraved with three deep characters that are indelible for eternity: the hall of five senses!!

Hall of Facial Features.

What is this? This is hell, this is the underworld!!

In the mythology of the earth, the Netherworld is governed by a total of ten peerless gods, known as the Ten Palaces of Yama, the Ten Palaces of Yama, each of whom lives in one hall, and the Hall of Five Senses is exactly one of them.

The fourth hall of Hades: the king of the five senses, the hall of the five senses, the palm of the blood pool hell.

The sea of blood sank into the wheel, and the saints of heaven and earth were reincarnated.

Saints can fall, let alone mere mortals.

"Impossible, impossible. Chu Ling shook his head frantically, looking extremely incredulous.

The Netherworld, a place that symbolizes the destination of death, has been mentioned many times in the mythology of the earth, not a hidden legend, but for this world, it is very incredible.

In this world, there is no such thing as an underworld and a heavenly court, and I don't believe in it.

They believe that after a person dies, his body is gone, and he leaves this world forever, even if he is a great sage, he has no power to return to heaven, and the ultimate and strongest person of human beings is the great sage, not some immortal who lives above the nine heavens for a long time.

The saint and the strong are the immortals of this world......