The night was deep, the sky was full of stars, and a cold air raged in all directions, and the cold made people palpitate.

In the center of the cold air, the night peak with thick fog and green mist was quiet.

And just on the edge of the foliage-shaded, slightly deep night peak, there are faint insect chirping, and rumbling frog cries that should only appear on summer nights.

In the depths of the green mist in the east of the entire Night Peak, a huge shadow faintly appeared, it was a huge towering tree, the crown was wavy, the leaves were like a slightly elongated head, and there were countless vines hanging down to the ground, or thicker than a millstone, and some fingertips were thin.

This is the secret place of the same vein, a huge ancient tree with a diameter of hundreds of zhang, the whole body is pitch black, and countless black roots are exposed and uplifted from the surrounding ground, like a dragon that constantly rises and falls on the surface of the sea, revealing outside the surface.

The branches of the whole tree are surrounded by wooden coffins of various sizes.

As if they had grown out of a tree, the coffins were tightly connected to the treetops, swaying in the wind.

Among them, near the trunk of the ancient tree, a coffin more than one person tall staggered from the end of the treetops and fell to the ground, and the surface of the coffin slowly cracked a small opening.

There is a breathtaking fragrance overflowing from it.

The fragrance is the breath of some mysterious and abnormal fruit released in the process of slowly ripening.

It's a fruity aroma like no other.

It is fresh and elegant, remote and quiet, without any sweetness, but this fragrance is extremely complex, mellow to the extreme, but also extremely clean.

"Bang!"

Suddenly, a slender white arm slammed out from the inside, crashing through the entire coffin board.

"Tick, tick. ”

There is a large amount of transparent mucus dripping from the arm, and the arm is white and delicate, as delicate and thin as a newborn.

Immediately after, with a "hiss", the coffin parted to the sides and was completely torn.

A large amount of transparent slime overflowed and dripped to the ground, and was soon absorbed by the fertile grass under the trunk of the tree, and grew wildly, reaching more than half a man's height in the blink of an eye.

Emperor Xuanbing crawled out of the ruined coffin naked, and his pale face showed a hint of pain.

Being born again and resurrected is not an easy task.

Even if there was a sentence of the Mangshen Tree to help him reshape his physical body, the damage to his divine consciousness could not be avoided by such a method of reversing yin and yang.

Two times is the limit, if he is resurrected again, his Emperor Xuan Bing will become a humanoid beast that only knows how to kill, and will no longer have any mind and mind.

"I have to be resurrected one more time at the end. Emperor Xuanbing gasped heavily, barely lying in the mucus, his whole body was exhausted and he didn't want to move.

His current physical body has returned to the primitive, and he has not even reached the first level of the original human realm, and he still needs a lot of time to recover.

At the last moment, he didn't know whether Mochen was dead or not, but he was confident that since Thor was urged, Mochen would definitely not live.

Emperor Xuanbing was very confident, although he failed to complete the task given to him by Emperor Yang, and he was defeated so badly.

"Look who this is? It's so pitiful, I can't even keep my body, so I can only choose to resurrect in such a wasteful choice. Isn't this the annoying Young Master Xuanbing who relies on his identity as the son of the vein master on weekdays?"

A gloating female voice came from not far away from Emperor Xuanbing.

"Sha Yu?" Emperor Xuanbing's face turned cold, and his eyes suddenly fixed on the direction where the voice came from: "What are you doing here?"

A bewitching woman slowly walked out of the green mist.

The woman was dressed in red blood, her neckline was open very low, almost revealing her white and plump upper circumference, and she trembled heavily when she walked.

Her black hair is like a crow, her phoenix eyes are slightly raised, her eyes are full of arrogance and arrogance, and her red lips are enchanting, but she evokes a very provocative sneer.

Her body was surrounded by black fires of various sizes all the time.

The whole person is as if it was born from the fire, and it is not affected by the fire in the slightest.

"I don't have so much spare time, Xuan Bing, the task assigned by the head of the family this time was nine times out of ten, but you didn't complete it.

The head of the family is extremely angry at your dereliction of duty, and let me take over the matter myself. If you have nothing to do and go to Bailu Mountain to practice on your own, you will be a waste person for the entire family now.

Take the thunder god to level a village full of wasted people, to get a vital magic weapon, but the hairy boy who was killed halfway out did not leave a piece of armor, such a deed, I am afraid that I will become the laughing stock of the world!?" Di Shayu sneered one after another, looking down at Emperor Xuanbing: "If it weren't for the fact that the head of the family saw that you were the descendant of the master of the same vein, it showed that you had enough potential, and this trip alone would be enough to throw you into the demon source to feed the demons!"

Emperor Xuanbing bit his lip, his face was a little hideous, but he didn't make a sound.

He did make a mistake, and his serious underestimation of Mo Chen's strength caused him not to have time to condense the spirit element in his body, and in the end, he fell short, but he himself was also hit hard, and there was not a single disciple left with him, and he suffered heavy losses.

"So what? I sacrificed Thor's blood before I died, and I guess it has been trampled into ruins by Thor, and your mission this time is easy, heh. ”

Di Shayu is the cousin of Emperor Xuanbing, and his qualifications are excellent, if he didn't rely on his bloodline identity, otherwise the identity of the big disciple of the same line would have been Di Shayu's. Now he had vaguely guessed what the other party meant by coming to mock him.

"Thor!?" Di Shayu seemed to be very surprised, and then laughed wildly, his chest trembled, and he was about to come out.

"I forgot, our Xuanbing Young Master died early, I don't know that Thor was later crushed by Emperor Yuan and confiscated, you just have to reflect on it here, and wait for the punishment of the head of the family." Di Shayu sneered, turned around and suddenly turned into a ball of flames and exploded, disappearing in place.

The green mist quickly filled the gap, and under the quiet Jumang God Tree, only the Emperor Xuanbing was left half-kneeling in the slime, his eyes were blank, and he was extremely frightened.

..................

In the inexplicable world, under the dark red sky, there is a lonely hundred-zhang round stone platform.

The ink dust man was on the stone platform, and there was a dilapidated small temple alone in front of him.

There is nothing else around the seedling, only a golden Bodhi tree, shining with dazzling golden light.

This Bodhi tree was different from anything Mochen had seen before, even the leaves on the treetops were pure gold, and the dazzling brilliance emanated from the lines on the leaves, illuminating the dark and gloomy world with a little light.

Mo Chen was surprised, and his heart was even more suspicious.

I was obviously in a coma after the battle, how could I suddenly come to this temple?

He looked at it again, and the small temple in front of him was a Buddhist temple, dilapidated and tilted, and the temple door was closed, as if it would collapse at any moment.

He tried to use his divine sense, but found that the wooden door and the four walls of the old temple contained a mysterious array, and even his extremely strong divine sense was difficult to penetrate, and he couldn't detect the situation inside.

Ignoring it, Mochen walked to the edge of the stone platform, poked his head and looked down, the cliff seemed to be sharpened, and the depth under it was immeasurable, and the darkness could not be seen to the end, no matter how he condensed the duality on his eyes, he could not see through the darkness like a black hole.

Confused, he looked up, there were no sun, moon and stars in the sky, and there were no low-hanging clouds, obviously this place was not in the secret realm of the emperor's family.

Inexplicably, Mo Chen didn't dare to be careless, his divine consciousness was far away, the Buddha and Demon Shuangyuan Xing turned into his body, and although the Great Xia Dragon Sparrow behind him had not been pulled out, it had already gathered momentum.

After checking it a few more times, he confirmed that it was empty in all directions, and there was nothing but the ruined temple in front of him and the golden light Bodhi tree on the side.

Mo Chen stabilized his mind and walked towards the broken temple.

Suddenly, a magnetic man's voice came from inside the temple gate, low and deep: "The donor feels that there is a dead realm here, and there is no life, is he already in the Netherworld?"