Listening to Lao Qi's threatening words, Xu Mo didn't talk nonsense, a fireball like a small sun quickly condensed in his hands.

Seeing that Xu Mo did not hesitate at all, Lao Qi said hoarsely: "The image of my death here will be transmitted to my cousin Lang Yu, I advise you to think about it." ”

After he finished speaking, Xu Mo flipped his palm, and a blazing fireball smashed on his back, and in an instant, an explosive circular air flow shot out in all directions, kicking up dust in the sky.

Xu Mo was wrapped in a sea of fire, and the strange thing was that the flames on his body did not burn his clothes at all, and all of them were blocked by a stream of aura.

Everything was so sparse and ordinary, looking at a colorful storage bag on the black land, a breeze swept it in front of Xu Mo's body with a gesture of his hand.

grabbed the storage bag, shook his head and put it in his arms, glanced at the land, looked up at the sky, and walked slowly towards the void in one step.

In the air, which was more than eight zhang high from the ground, Xu Mo indifferently glanced at all the things around him, and then with a wave of his hand, a small tornado blew up, and one storage bag after another swept towards him.

Closing his eyes slightly, he immediately opened his eyes suddenly, his palm quickly swept through the air, and in the blink of an eye, he grabbed six storage bags of various colors in his hand, and his divine sense swept across the earth like a hurricane.

In his divine sense, he saw Li Zhentian, who was not far away, and did not have much air in and out, stepped out, like a breeze across the sky, and the smoke and dust scattered to reveal Li Zhentian, whose face was as pale as paper, squatted down and stretched out his arm to put it on his back.

Li Zhentian, who was lying in his arms, looked at Xu Mo with dull eyes, smiled slightly, and then took out a gold-like token from the storage bag with great difficulty, took Xu Mo's hand, and put it in Xu Mo's palm.

The bitter grin opened his dry lips and was about to speak, but when he saw Xu Mo's immature face, he gritted his teeth and said solemnly: "Although I don't know what your name is, you have to remember to give this token to the sect master of the Heavenly Dragon Dao Sect." ”

But seeing Xu Mo's grief-stricken appearance, Li Zhentian slowly exhaled a breath of turbidity, gritted his teeth and raised his arm hard, touched Xu Mo's hair, and said in a pretended free and easy tone: "Don't be sad for me, life is just a few decades, early death and late death are deaths." ”

"No!" "This can't be!"

Xu Mo shook his head in disbelief, he didn't believe why the people around him either left him or returned to the netherworld.

"You won't die, you're a Divine Transformation Monk!"

Holding Li Zhentian's body, he shook his head and roared with red eyes.

Looking at Xu Mo's appearance, Li Zhentian also shook his head and said with the last trace of strength: "Don't be too sad, after all, we just met in Pingshui, remember ......"

Before the words were finished, Li Zhentian's head tilted, his arm crossed Xu Mo's tear-stained cheeks, and fell to the ground with a soft sound.

But such a slight sound was a loud thunderous sound in Xu Mo's mind.

"No!"

Xu Mo hugged Li Zhentian's body and roared loudly.

A roar came from the heart, a roar from the soul, and with the blessing of the power of the middle of the Yuan Infant, it spread all over the world.

"Amitabha, donor, why care so much, people will eventually return to dust and earth to earth. ”

An old monk with kind eyebrows and kind eyes got up from afar, tidied up his clothes, and whispered a Buddha call to Xu Mo to persuade him.

Hearing this, Xu Mo raised his head and looked directly at the old monk with godless eyes, shook his head with a wry smile and said: "You are just an ordinary mortal, do you know: the foundation building period monks can live for two hundred years, while the Jindan period is five hundred years, and the Yuan infant period can live for a thousand years." ”

Looking at the stunned face of the old monk, Xu Mo took a light breath and continued: "The god transformation period can live for three thousand years, and the friend who saved me is the god transformation period monk, he is the one who can live to six thousand years. ”

At the end, Xu Mo's tone became a little low, and the grief in his eyes was even more undisguised.

This embarrassed the old monk who was standing in place, you said, you just said that people can't escape life and death, but the young man immediately said that they are not mortals, this face!

"Alas, you are mortal after all, you don't understand. ”

Looking at the old monk who stood in place without saying a word, Xu Mo also sighed and pretended to be old.

After speaking, he didn't pay attention to the old monk, in his eyes the old monk was just a passerby, why did he talk to him too much.

Sensing that Xu Mo no longer paid attention to himself, the old monk was not leaving, and it was quite embarrassing to stand there, so he smiled and said: "That, that, people can't be resurrected after death, let's let him be buried in peace!"

After thinking about it silently, Xu Mo raised his head and arched his hand to the old monk and said, "Thank you for the master's guidance, I am also too entangled." ”

After finishing speaking, Xu Mo sighed lightly and waved his hand towards the black earth in front of him, and the stones on the ground flew all over the sky, constantly colliding in the air, and then quickly and regularly condensed together.

A sarcophagus landed on the ground, and a breeze swayed, Xu Mo gently lifted Li Zhentian's body and put it in.

Xu Mo, who was standing in front of the coffin, looked at it sadly, turned around and raised his hand, and a coffin lid composed of stones condensed out.

With a muffled sound of 'bang', the coffin lid fell, Xu Mo's heart was also extremely painful, he didn't want to accept this reality, so everything was operated behind his back.

After everything was done, he turned to look at a stone tablet that had been erected, squatted down, and gently slid his fingers with his aura on it, and wrote on it: Benefactor, Li Zhentian's tomb, Xu Moliu.

Gently stroked the dust on the tombstone, and promised: "Brother Li, don't worry, I will definitely complete the things you entrusted to me." ”

The old monk gently patted Xu Mo's back, Xu Mo turned to look at the old monk, and asked, "Master, where are we now, I haven't been here before, so I don't know very well." ”

"This is in the southernmost part of the Tianxuan Continent, the Ten Thousand Dry Ancient Forest, and walking to the north is the place where the gods are buried, the ancient battlefield of the underworld. ”

The old monk standing in front of Xu Mo explained like an omniscient storyteller.

"You haven't said yet, what is the place to continue to the south, and where to go west and east," Xu Mo grasped the loophole in his words and wondered.

"There are enchantments all around, and there is only one way to go to the Ancient Netherworld Battlefield, which is one of the reasons why many people are reluctant to go out. ”

The old monk fiddled with the Buddha beads on his wrist and said with a yearning expression.

Hearing this, Xu Mo hurriedly asked anxiously, "Why is this, why is no one willing to go out?"

The old monk looked at Xu Mo's anxious appearance, and couldn't help but comment: "Young people are just a little impatient! ”

Seeing Xu Mo nodded, the old monk chuckled and said, "Do you think they don't want to go out!" ”

After a pause, he took a breath and continued: "I have only seen people entering, and I have never seen people or things coming out of it, who has the courage to explore!"

"Oh, I see, doesn't anyone think it's a lie?"

Xu Mo looked at the old monk and said, wanting to see the slightest emotional fluctuation from him.

However, nothing happened, and the old monk still had the same expression of Mount Tai's collapse, and said with a stupid smile: "How can you not think that this is a lie, there are too many people who are missing, and the rumors are also true." ”

In between their conversations, a glimmer of light appeared in the sky, as if a black cloth had been torn apart.

The sun is rising, beyond the ancient battlefield.

The black crushing crowd that spread to the sky condensed around the Ancient Netherworld Battlefield, and as time passed, a large number of people continued to gather inside.

From afar, the scene here looks like the sea, and the countless streams of people turn into swimming fish, thus making the crowd bigger and bigger.

Today, it seems to be a day, otherwise how could there be so many people.

And Xu Mo blended into the crowd with great beauty, and there was no discomfort at all, as if he was one of the people watching the excitement, without the slightest difference.

At the edge of the Ten Thousand Dry Ancient Forest, the major shops will be empty, and the alleys will be empty, empty, and all kinds of sundries will gently drift with the breeze.

Countless people gathered here, and countless pairs of eyes were looking directly at the front of the Ancient Netherworld Battlefield.

The Ancient Netherworld Battlefield is a place where yin and yang are reversed, where you will not notice normal day or night.

It's just because in the dark night here, the sun is indeed shining outside, and there are no clouds, and it is daytime outside, and here is the darkness, and the night is full of Ling Ran's murderous intentions.

There are still more than ten hours before the opening of the Ancient Netherworld Battlefield, because this is the law of eternity.

At this time, in the crowd, countless people were constantly discussing, and then this ancient underworld battlefield, which had been quiet for I don't know how many years, became unprecedented noisy and noisy.

"Hehe, the peerless Tianjiao has created the ancient underworld battlefield, these young Tianjiao really don't know the height of the sky. ”

The other person opened his mouth and said with emotion: "The world only knows that if you break through this battlefield, you can reach another world, but you don't know that there are not eight hundred people who die inside, but three thousand." ”

"There are always a few people who think that they are talented and powerful, and they underestimate this dangerous place. One person also spoke, shaking his head and saying.

"None of the great powers that have reached the peak of the Great Perfection have set a record, and these self-proclaimed geniuses are just a mere cultivator of the Transformation Stage, and they dare to break into this land of fallen gods that have not been broken out for millions of years. Someone whispered with a smile.

"Then let's get started! I can't wait to find out how they died this time and if anyone will be able to get out. Someone could not hide the sarcasm on his face, and shouted in a suppressed voice.