Zhang Jing turned around slowly.

What caught my eye was a figure surrounded by black mist, and the figure gave people a sense of ricketism.

"Dare to ask the seniors to take the juniors here, but what needs to be done?"

He paused and asked politely.

Although he didn't know the identity of the other party, Zhang Jing already had some guesses in his heart at this moment.

It is most likely the giant tree of the Dao Realm that he saw before.

After all, apart from the other party, Zhang Jing really couldn't think of any existence, and he could move himself away silently.

At this point.

Even if it was the Qu Junhou who was taken away, it was impossible.

At least not yet!

Opposite side.

"Little guy, since you came from the Xuanhuang Realm, you must have already seen the God of Fortune."

Between words.

The figure actually went straight to Zhang Jing, and then sniffed something on him.

Then, without waiting for Zhang Jing to react, he saw that the other party nodded to himself and said:

"This sour smell, yes, it's Him. Looks like you were in contact not long ago. ”

Zhang Jing couldn't help but be slightly stunned when he heard this, and then reacted instantly, and said thoughtfully:

"Lucky God? You're talking about that-"

"That's right, it's him."

After saying that, the old man waved one hand, and the phantom of Qu Junhou suddenly appeared in front of Zhang Jing's eyes.

"This little guy's consciousness is now occupied by half of the remnant soul of the god of fortune, and after he devours me and the guy of the god of Lu, he gathers in the three realms of Fushou Lu, and he can attract the other half of the remnant soul into the body and completely resurrect. At the same time, it can also condense the Heavenly Immortal Dao Fruit in one fell swoop. ”

Seeing that the color of doubt on Zhang Jing's face was getting stronger and stronger.

The old man sighed slightly, and his voice unconsciously carried a sense of vicissitudes and loneliness.

"Well, would you like to hear our story? I haven't spoken in years. ”

"Seniors, please speak, juniors listen."

Zhang Jing responded with a smile.

"That was a long, long time ago."

"Speaking of the destruction of the Underworld Realm, it has something to do with the original battle in your Xuanhuang Realm. The three of us are innate deities born following this realm. Of course, because the Underworld Realm is too small, the three of us are not as good as other innate gods, and the first birth is only what you call a half-step Heavenly Immortal Realm. ”

"After the battle in the Xuanhuang Realm ended, the Blessed God with a broken soul returned to the Underworld Realm with the corpses of the God of Longevity and the God of Lu, buried them separately, and then buried himself in another place."

"This is also the origin of the three forbidden places mentioned outside."

"Wait, god corpse?"

Zhang Jing looked at each other in surprise and asked puzzled.

"Yes, corpses. To be precise, that guy from the god of Lu and I are just the spiritual wisdom that was reborn from the corpse of the dead god, and we have only mastered a small part of the Tao of the original god of longevity and the god of Lu. ”

The old man replied calmly.

I see.

Zhang Jing's eyes flashed with a hint of abruptness.

He was still thinking that if this guy in front of him was really an innate god, he would inevitably be a little too weak.

The other side.

After answering.

The old man didn't care about Zhang Jing anymore, but just said to himself again:

"But the god of good fortune is different, his soul still retains a trace, and he is not willing to die out little by little with the underworld like us."

So in order to resurrect completely, He split the remnant soul in two. Half of it fused with the origin of the Stygian Realm and gave birth to the will of all beings of the human race, while the other half entered your Xuanhuang Realm. ”

"Why? If you want to cultivate the soul, you don't need to do this. ”

Zhang Jing was surprised.

"Let the divine soul be contaminated with the origin aura of the Xuanhuang Realm, and prepare for entering the Xuanhuang Realm Immortal Dao System to cultivate after resurrection in the future. The Underworld was broken, and too small to carry the existence of a single immortal. ”

The old man said slowly.

Little by little, time passed.

With the narration of the corpse spirit of the god of life in front of him, the truth of the entire underworld gradually surfaced in front of Zhang Jing's eyes.

"But is there anything else you'd like to ask?"

The old man raised his head, and a gaze with inexplicable expectations pierced through the black mist and gently fell on Zhang Jing's face.

"Dare to ask seniors."

Zhang Jing arched his hand, his eyes suddenly became deep, and then he asked bluntly:

"Why is there such a strange demon in this god corpse?"

At this moment, he is no longer nervous before.

Zhang Jing knew in his heart that the existence in front of him must have something to ask for him, otherwise he would definitely not have taken himself here, and he would inexplicably explain the situation and inventory of the Underworld Realm.

As far as he knows, he has it so far.

The conquest between the human race and the demons in this world is essentially a battle between the god of fortune who took away the prince of Qu and the corpse spirit of the god of longevity in front of him, as well as the corpse spirit of the other god of Lu.

One side wants to be resurrected, and wants to devour the way of longevity, casting the foundation of immortals in one fell swoop.

Then he turned into a composer and returned to the Xuanhuang Realm Taiyi Immeasurable Dao Gate, and since then the Immortal Dao has been immeasurable.

On the other hand, they instinctively rebelled against the erosion of the god of fortune, so they used corpses to spawn demons, in order to wipe out the human race, thereby weakening the half of the god of fortune.

Wait a minute!

It seems that something suddenly came to mind.

Zhang Jing was stunned in place.

If this is the case, then why did Qu Junhou, or the half of the Divine Soul Consciousness of the Blessed God, try his best to let himself enter the Underworld Realm? Isn't it vain that adds some variables to His plan of resurrection?

It's been a long time coming.

Zhang Jing didn't believe that the god of good fortune would be so unwise. Could it be that the real goal of his desire to give up is himself?

A ridiculous thought sprung up in his mind.

However, the more I thought about it, the more reasonable it became.

Otherwise, it really can't explain the practice of the blessed gods.

"Do you fancy my status as a true disciple, or talent, or both?"

Zhang Jing thought with some tears and laughter.

At the same time, there was a hint of happiness in my heart - fortunately, I came to the doppelganger this time.

While I was thinking about it.

"It's not clear about this, anyway, since I can remember, there is an extremely terrifying polluting force left on the corpse of the god, and the demons bred are also polluted by it. Perhaps the fall of the god of longevity and the god of Lu was related to this force. ”

"Maybe the god of good fortune knows something."

The old man shook his head, a little uncertain in his tone.

Hear here.

Zhang Jing simply didn't ask any more.

I saw him take a deep breath, then look directly at the other party, and ask word by word:

"Please also ask the seniors to make it clear, what are the instructions for finding the juniors this time?"

The air fell silent abruptly.

After a long time.

"Little one, how about we make a deal?"

The old man suddenly said faintly: "Now, the resurrection of that guy from the God of Fortune has become a certainty, and neither I nor the God of Lu are powerless to stop it." ”

After speaking.

The other party glanced at Zhang Jing expectantly again, and then said:

"I will give you the only remaining innate longevity essence in the corpse of the god, and as a condition, you will help the old man to hold back the incarnation of the god of fortune and the group of king-level human races he led for a while."

The essence of innate longevity?

Zhang Jing's heart moved, but the expression on his face was still calm.

"Senior, the cross-border teleportation array has been destroyed by the God of Fortune, and the origin crystals are missing, resulting in the juniors now trapped in the Underworld Realm. I'm afraid that once the god of fortune is resurrected, it will be difficult to protect the lives of the younger generations, so what's the use of asking you for this innate longevity essence? ”

He said quietly.

"Yes, but if the origin crystals ......" the old man first groaned, and then said in a low voice: "You take it with you to the forbidden land located at the extreme of the East China Sea, there should be something you want from the god of Lu." ”

The voice fell.

A golden red peach blossom of an inch size appeared from nothingness, and then gently landed on Zhang Jing's hand.

There really is!

A faint hint of excitement flashed in Zhang Jing's heart.

"The juniors know, thank you seniors!"

"Good!" The old man nodded in satisfaction.

Suddenly.

A thing that seemed to be intertwined with hundreds of millions of pure white divine light slowly appeared in front of Zhang Jing's eyes, the shape was uncertain, both real and illusory, sometimes turning into a human, sometimes turning into all kinds of woodbirds, fish and insects, looking very strange.

"It's ...... The essence of innate longevity? The seniors just gave it to me, and I'm not afraid that after the juniors go out, they will directly ignore the people of the blessed gods? ”

Zhang Jing smiled and took over the essence of innate longevity.

"Haha!"

Hearing this, the old man couldn't help but let out a hearty laugh.

"Little one, where can you go? Besides, don't you still need my token? ”

The other party's last sentence is particularly meaningful.

Zhang Jing's heart tightened for no reason.

……

……

Half an hour later.

The land was covered with black mist.

Zhang Jing's tall figure in a yellow robe was moving forward, his steps seemed to be slow, but in fact the speed was extremely fast.

Scenes of monks and demons fighting everywhere kept flashing around him.

Some of them were defeated by demons and were about to be devoured by demons, but Zhang Jing only glanced at them lightly and never stopped for half a breath.

"If the Shoushen corpse spirit didn't lie to me, helping the human race is equivalent to helping the god of fortune, which is really changeable. However, it is not my liking to stand on the side of the demons and massacre the Terran monks. ”

"Let's not help each other."

He didn't want to have any demon heart cores now, he just wanted to leave the Underworld as soon as possible before the Lucky God did anything to him, and keep this clone and the innate longevity essence in his hand.

This is a top-notch innate artifact.

Not much.

A demonic peach tree that penetrated the sky and the earth clearly caught Zhang Jing's eyes, and the trunk alone was as wide as a hundred zhang, and the immeasurable branches were overwhelming, and there were demons with powerful breaths hanging on it.

There are even denser tree roots like ancient dragons, winding out of the ground directly, frantically pumping towards nearly thirty figures in mid-air, and the dark and continuous cracks seem to have covered the sky.

It was as if the space was going to shatter at any moment.

And it is clearly visible.

On the heavenly dome, the extremely thick black mist was still growing, and then it was surging towards the heavenly peach tree frantically. Behind the black mist, an indifferent face that obscured the sky could be faintly seen.

"Is this the body of the god of life after being polluted?"

"The human face that spits out the black mist should be the will of the human race beings incarnated by the god of fortune."

"If you want to get out, you have to work hard!"

A helpless smile suddenly appeared on Zhang Jing's face, and then without the slightest hesitation, he strode forward and walked straight towards the 'Qu Junhou' group.