"Wizard, you've been searching for the Creation Scroll for nearly a thousand years, when will it come to fruition?" the shadow looked at the purple-clad wizard, a look of respect on his face, but there was a hint of impatience in his words.

Seeing that the wizard didn't answer, his tone gradually became a little sharper, and at the same time he looked at the middle-aged man, as if he was talking to him, "Wizard, back then, you and I were ordered by the altar master to find out the whereabouts of the afterlife chapter of the Creation Scroll within a thousand years, and now the time limit is approaching, if there is no result, I am afraid that neither of you nor I will be spared." ”

The purple-clothed wizard still seemed unmoved, under the cover of the raging fire, the body hidden under the purple clothes looked a little weird, and only after a moment did he faintly reply, "On the day of the limit, there will be results." ”

At this time, the middle-aged man with a calm face suddenly spoke, "The matter of the ancient scrolls can be slowed down for the time being, and now there is something for you to do." ”

Shadow was stunned for a moment, as if he didn't expect him to say this, but immediately replied, "Please also ask Daokage-sama to make it clear." ”

The man known as Dao Shadow conjured up an extremely thin stone tablet in his hand, and said to the Shadow, "Give this decree to the Poison Emperor and let him go to find the prison spirit, he will understand after reading it." ”

Surprise appeared on the shadow face at first, and then it turned into a little hesitation, and after a moment of silence, he seemed to lower his voice and said, "The Poison Emperor has been separated from my altar for two thousand years, and now I am afraid that he has already been," he did not continue, but looked at Dao Ying.

Dao Ying said lightly, "It's okay to do this, you just need to tell him that this matter is the altar master's personal order, and it is the highest will of the altar master, and he doesn't dare to disobey." ”

The shadow's expression changed, and he immediately said respectfully, "Your subordinates have orders!"

A hundred years ago, the prison spirit seemed to be lifted from the seal with endless resentment, and its radius was poisoned by it for thousands of miles, and the living beings were devastated, and it was extremely desolate.

And his appearance also evokes the ghosts of the undead in a radius of thousands of miles everywhere he goes, and the ghosts cry and wail endlessly, like purgatory on earth.

However, a hundred years ago, the Prison Spirit was inexplicably disappearing, and no longer had the earth-shattering momentum that it had at the beginning, during which it was rumored that the Prison Spirit was secretly moving towards the Northeast Extreme Cold Land, approaching the most extreme place in the Afterlife Continent.

It's just that although his appearance made people panic, the few gates of the Xianchen Continent didn't make much of a move.

However, there was no movement on the surface of the Four Great Gate Valves, but no one knew what was going on inside, especially the Purgatory Altar, which was closest to the Desolate Flame Continent, and the Zhuxian Hall, which was also in the cold land of the extreme north.

Time flies, and another half a year has passed.

On this day, there is a small pavilion in the center of a silent lake, although the small pavilion is not big, but it is fresh and elegant, and there are several charms in the landscape.

Next to the small pavilion, on the lake, there are a few wild ducks playing happily, the sun is shining, the birds are singing and the flowers are fragrant, like a peaceful atmosphere.

However, it seems that the arrival of bad luck is always so without warning, people are caught off guard, it seems that in a moment, all the plants and trees are rapidly withering and withering, from green to black, even the lake water seems to be poisonous, gradually becoming dark, the wild ducks in the lake have not had time to react, they are all dying.

The next moment, two figures came to the small pavilion in the lake, one was the shadow of the purgatory altar, and the other looked old, with a withered face, and seemed to be an old man who was about to enter the earth, he was the old monster of the purgatory altar two thousand years ago, the poison emperor, who withdrew from the purgatory altar for some reason two thousand years ago, but after a thousand years, he reappeared in the immortal way.

"The two of us have been waiting here for more than a few months, but we haven't seen any figures, is the information really reliable?" The Poison Emperor looked around, as if he was a little impatient, half a year ago, he was ordered by the Lord of the Purgatory Altar to wait here for the prison spirit to complete the task assigned to him.

The shadow hesitated a little, and said respectfully, "The subordinates are also under the order of the altar master, and since it is the supreme will, it will not be wrong to think about it." ”

Then he seemed to think of something, and he stopped talking.

The Poison Emperor snorted and said angrily, "If you have something to say, say it." ”

The Shadow lowered his voice and said, "Yes, my lord, according to legend, the prison spirit is a person who was imprisoned in ancient times, and it should have the power to reach the heavens, and it has been sealed for thousands of years, it must be a deep grudge, the villain knows the adult's supernatural powers, only this time," the shadow did not continue, but secretly looked at the Poison Emperor.

The Poison Emperor suddenly laughed, and the shadow was puzzled, and then the Poison Emperor said, "This is also the purpose of our trip." ”

And at this moment, the originally calm sky suddenly blew a gust of wind, and the wind blew, but it caused a shock in people's hearts and souls.

The Poison Emperor's eyes showed a cold light, "He's here,"

The eyes of the two of them all fell on a middle-aged man on the shore of the lake, this person has an ordinary appearance, but he has an extremely eye-catching lightning totem mark on his face, he is the prison spirit, who was released from the seal two hundred years ago, and has met He Yinuo in the chaotic space.

The middle-aged man's eyes seemed to be looking here, with no expression on his face, and there was no ghost crying wolf-like ghost beside him, just like an ordinary middle-aged man, looking at this place coldly.

The withered grass and trees around him seemed to have been destroyed again, and they turned directly into pieces from withered form!

The Hell Spirit's form slowly soared into the air and floated towards the pavilion in the lake, and wherever he went, the lake water also disappeared as if it were rapidly evaporating, forming a huge fog and smoke ring around it, invisibly bringing a strong wind.

The Poison Emperor's pupils shrank, he knew that this prison spirit was a monster from thousands of years ago, and its Dao cultivation was sealed and suppressed, but he didn't expect that even if his cultivation was suppressed, this person would still be so terrifying.

In the next moment, the distance between the Poison Emperor and the Prison Spirit was only about five zhang away, and the Shadow only felt that the pressure from the front was getting stronger and stronger, which was far from what he could withstand as a person from the Xuan Realm.

He came behind the Poison Emperor, and at this moment, the sudden change of abruptness, and he didn't see any movement of the prison spirit, and the dense fog beside him seemed to be *longitudinal, turning into sharp claws and grabbing at the two of them.

The Poison Emperor's complexion changed greatly, and he used his whole body cultivation to resist this sudden huge grasp.

The huge ethereal claws enveloped the two of them in an instant, quickly devouring them.

The Poison Emperor's cultivation was to use poison as a medium to exert the powerful cultivation power of his illusion, and at this moment, the withered skin of his whole body was as if it was rapidly congested, and his withered face disappeared in an instant.

And at this moment, a lot of snake-like things came out of his body, rushing towards the claws of nothingness, and soon, the sharp claws formed by the water mist slowly turned black from the inside out, and the pressure on them also decreased a lot, but the sharp claws did not have the slightest intention of relaxing.

The Prison Spirit looked at all this coldly, his eyes flashed red, and the claws seemed to have senses, and the coercion on them instantly increased exponentially.

After about ten minutes, the Poison Emperor spat out a mouthful of blood, and he roared vigorously, "I can help you break the seal and regain your cultivation !!."

When the Prison Spirit heard this, a trace of discoloration seemed to flash on his face, and the sharp claws quickly dissipated in an instant, "Give you three breaths of time." ”

The Poison Emperor didn't have time to calm down the turbulent aura in his body, and said with some fear, "My sect can help you break through the Heavenly Void and lift the ban." ”

The prison spirit slowly landed on the small pavilion in the lake, and said lightly, "You want to negotiate terms with me?"

The Poison Emperor had a chance to calm down, and replied, "The Heavenly Void Stone Statue is located in the land of the Nine Crickets, the Nine Crickets began in the primeval world, and they are extremely fierce, known as one of the five evils of the Taikoo, although Your Excellency has a good way to reach the sky, but with today's Taoism, it is probably difficult to deal with the nine crickets." ”

The prison spirit didn't answer him, and the Poison Emperor continued, "My sect wants to clear the eastern region of the Xianchen Continent and eradicate the two major sects, which needs to be used by your undead, and in return, my sect will help you deal with the nine fierce crickets, this kind of condition, I guess Your Excellency will not refuse." ”

The Prison Spirit turned his back, his eyes glowing a faint red, and the scene fell silent for a moment.

The Poison Emperor and the Shadow didn't bother, but the tension and depression in their hearts instantly weakened a lot.

After about half a pillar of incense, the prison spirit suddenly said slowly, "I want to talk to the supreme will of your sect. ”

The shadow looked at the Poison Emperor, his hanging heart finally relaxed, and he hurriedly replied, "I'll go back to the sect to report and arrange this matter." ”

The Mochizuki Sect, once a place with countless memories and filled with sorrow and joy, has now become a place where all the ethereal spirits are buried.

Cultivate in the heart, the Tao in the boundary, a hundred years of the road, ten thousand years of crossing.

A hundred years on the ground, a thousand years underground, and two thousand years of time in the prison of the deep sea.

He Yinuo endured the most extreme torture for two thousand years, endless pain, endless darkness, endless loneliness, endless resentment, endless madness, endless despair, and endless endlessness.

The darkness seemed to be boundless, surrounding him all the time and devouring him, and what supported him for thousands of years was only the obsession and the desire in his heart.

He has a lot of time to meditate quietly in pain alone, and among them, there is nothing more poignant than Uncle Zhao's words back then.

Uncle Zhao, what do people live for?

People live for the freedom in their hearts, and the persistence in their hearts that they refuse to let go!

He Yinuo raised his head and opened his hands, there was a sound of chains in the dark, he slowly opened his eyes and looked at his hands, the cold eyes that emitted a faint blue were enough to be cold to the nine shadows and the frozen sky.

When a person is at his craziest, is it not the last resistance before being destroyed!

ps: The Foundation of Illusion (Six Layers), Spiritual Realm (Attracting Spirits, Refining Spirits, Crossing Spirits), Mysterious Realm (Profound Reality, Xuankong, Void Tribulation, Fantasy), The First Step of Illusion (Illusion, Illusion, Illusion), The Second Step of Illusion (Illusion, Disillusionment)