Chapter 603: Ancient City of the Underworld, Armored Black Shadow

Near the center of the underworld, there is a huge ancient city. The ancient city is pitch black, and the underworld energy covering the walls is like substance.

Inside and outside the ancient city, there is a deathly silence, and a sense of vicissitudes of life pervades the ancient city.

Hundreds of thousands of miles in front of the ancient city, high in the sky, there is a huge space passage.

If Han Yi were here, he would recognize that there is almost no difference between this passage and the passage at the center of Da Luo Immortal World, whether in terms of size, state or breath.

When Han Yi set foot on the underworld.

A soft cry sounded deep in the ancient city.

Immediately, a black figure wearing battle armor and a black mask walked out from the depths of the ancient city.

The figure is about nine meters tall, like a little giant.

The black mask on his face only revealed a pair of black eyes. The eyes were originally dead, but at this moment, there were some doubts that had not appeared for countless thousands of years.

The armor on his body was pitch black, with a knife mark on the front. This huge knife mark went diagonally downward, almost splitting the armor in half.

As the armored black figure approached, a pressure that was so terrifying that even the space could not bear it slowly emerged.

The whole ancient city seemed to be reviving and celebrating.

When the armored black figure stood on the wall of the ancient city, he did not look at the space passage hundreds of thousands of miles away in the sky, but looked to the east. Across the distance, he saw a figure with a restrained aura, cautiously set foot on the land of the underworld.

"The breath of the underworld slave."

"Moreover, he is not the one who obtained the Broken Wanming Immortal Book through blood sacrifice, but the orthodox Nether Slave who has practiced the Wanming Book. He is only one step away from being a Nether Slave and becomes a Nether Soldier."

"How can this be?"

"Wan Mingshu automatically chooses its master?"

Under the black shadow of the armor, a hoarse voice sounded out from under the dark mask. This voice seemed to have dried up for countless thousands of years, making people uncomfortable.

After standing on the wall of the ancient city for a while, he gradually walked up to the sky.

Immediately, he looked at the huge space passage hundreds of thousands of miles away. An inexplicable look flashed in his dead eyes. He shot out with a palm, and endless underworld energy emerged from the land of the underworld and shot straight into the sky. But in When approaching the huge space passage, there was no sound and everything collapsed.

"The way of heaven!" The armored black shadow said in a deep voice.

Then, he tapped lightly, and more underworld energy emerged in the surrounding space. The underworld energy condensed into a thick barrier around the huge space passage. The barrier wrapped the space and made it airtight.

If there are other eighth-level beings, or visitors from chaos, who are introduced into this space, the first thing they need to face is the terrifying underworld energy. If they are below the Tao Ancestor, they will almost collapse at the first touch, and even the Tao Ancestors can only survive.

This is the response of the overlord of the underworld to the way of heaven.

In my territory, even if you open the way, I will block it.

The armored black shadow no longer looked at the space passage sealed by the underworld, and headed east.

In fact, he had known about this space passage more than ten years ago, but he was too lazy to pay attention to it. If Han Yi hadn't appeared and alarmed him, he would not have left the ancient city at all.

For him, this ancient city and the treasure in the ancient city are everything he protects with his life.

He walked in the underworld. Wherever he passed, countless ghost spirits transformed from mountains, rivers and swamps knelt down and bowed their heads. Thousands of ferocious ghost beasts also kowtowed in fear.

Although he has not modified much of this underworld, it has become his world over countless thousands of years.

After a few breaths, he stood high in the sky and looked thoughtfully at Han Yi, whose figure was hidden below and heading northwest.

below.

When Han Yi first landed in the underworld, he found that the underworld energy suddenly changed drastically and surged towards the core of the underworld.

He did not back down and leave, but strengthened his vigilance, using the sixth-level peak shape-shifting magic to shrink his breath to almost nothing, then avoided the perception of the underworld beast and the underworld spirit, and grazed the split sword sensed by the Qingping Sword. go.

The position of the split sword was northwest of where he landed.

If everything goes well, it will only take a few days for him to get the sword and leave quickly.

But in less than a stick of incense, Han Yi discovered something was wrong.

The underworld beasts he sensed kowtowed and trembled, and even the underworld spirits of the mountains and rivers took on their true forms and bowed their heads in worship.

and.

It was the same everywhere he went.

Halfway through, he suddenly thought of something, his heart palpitated, and his scalp became numb. After he stopped, he no longer restrained his breath, showed his body, straightened his clothes, straightened his face, bowed towards the center of the underworld, and said:

"Junior Han Yi is a cultivator of Daluo Suizhu Taiyi. I have no intention of offending my senior. I came here to obtain the lost sword. Please forgive me, senior!"

After finishing speaking, there was deathly silence all around. A few miles in front of Han Yi, a ghost spirit, which was formed by absorbing ghost energy from a huge flower bud and transformed into a girl, knelt on the ground, not daring to raise her head at all. Trembling slightly.

"Dead, this alien immortal must be dead."

"If you dare to speak in front of the supreme Lord Ming, he will definitely die."

"Don't drag me down."

She could sense that the Creator Mingzun was high in the sky, and the waves of fear coming from the Nether Core were absolutely unmistakable.

But after waiting for a long time, he didn't feel any response or hear any sound.

Just when she was confused.

In his own core, the fear gradually dissipated and went away, as if the feeling just now was not real, but a fantasy.

She did not raise her head immediately, but waited for a full stick of incense, and confirmed from the Nether Core many times that the Supreme Nether Lord had left, before she dared to quietly raise her head and look up into the sky.

In the sky, the thin Nether Qi drifted away with the wind, no different from before.

"Did I sense it wrongly?"

The Nether Spirit, who had just transformed not long ago, couldn't help but have more doubts in his heart.

A few miles away.

Han Yi was actually not sure whether it was the Nether Overlord who was watching him, but when his thoughts surged and his scalp was numb before, this was the only explanation.

But now, after waiting for an incense stick, there was no response at all, and then he saw a weak Nether Spirit a few miles away, who stopped kneeling and quietly raised his head.

Han Yi suddenly breathed a sigh of relief.

He had read the information of Xuanzang Palace. In the Netherworld, all Nether Beasts and Nether Beasts were actually affected by the Nether Overlord, the 'Nether', just like the natural relationship between high and low.

Just now he guessed that it was the underworld overlord who appeared, and it was also because of the countless underworld beasts and underworld spirits that bowed their heads and knelt along the way that made him have this guess.

"Gone?"

Seeing the underworld spirit raise his head, Han Yi breathed a sigh of relief and had another thought.

He waited for a moment, and after looking at the underworld spirit that raised its head, he quickly hid his body and fled to the northwest.

If it was the underworld that appeared just now, even if he just cast his eyes here, and nothing happened afterwards, it showed that the underworld overlord did not care about Han Yi's landing, then he would be fine if he took back the sword.

If it was not the underworld just now, but other existences, or it was just Han Yi's illusion, then nothing happened at this moment, which also meant that he was left here by the fall.

What's more, since he had come here and experienced the danger, Han Yi would naturally not give up halfway.

What he didn't know was.

In front of a stick of incense.

When the huge armored black shadow stood in the sky and looked down at Han Yi, a hint of doubt first appeared in his dead eyes under the black mask.

He stared at Han Yi intently, trying to see through Han Yi's true and false, but even with his realm, he couldn't see through Han Yi's deepest secrets.

"The immortals and gods practice together, and there is a little breath of the demons."

"In the Taiyi Realm, there is a divine sword of the Tianzun level. Well, it's just the trace of the sword, not the real body."

"The sword is a bit interesting, the cause and effect are not small, it should be for the sword."

"However, in the deepest part of its immortal soul, it seems that there is no problem, but I always feel that something is wrong. Is there something that even I can't see through?"

"Finally."

"It is indeed the breath of the underworld slave, and it is not stolen by external forces, but the real, most orthodox breath of the underworld slave."

"This was extremely rare when Wanming City was still there."

"The strange thing is that the Wanming Book is still asleep and has not been opened. How can a underworld slave appear?"

The armored black shadow really couldn't figure it out, and his thoughts fell on Han Yi, thinking.

"The Wanming City was destroyed, the inheritance was scattered, and I risked my life to take the Wanming Book away and hid it in this world."

"A Ming slave, no matter how orthodox his practice is, is powerless in the face of that great power."

"However, if you can transform from a Ming slave to a Ming soldier, and then be promoted to a Ming general, Ming lord, and finally become a Ming lord, you may be able to completely control the Wanming Book."

Thinking of this, the armored black shadow shook his head.

A small immortal lord, Wanming Book has only practiced to Ming slave, which is too far from Ming lord. His thoughts just now are really unrealistic and he really thinks too much.

Before he left, he took out a black crystal stone and threw it lightly. The crystal stone disappeared into the air.

"Although Wanming City is destroyed, the rules cannot be broken."

"Since you are a top-level underworld slave, I will set a test for you. If you can pass it, you can obtain a Wanming Origin and break through to the underworld soldier."

"If you can't pass it, it means that you have this calamity in your life, so don't blame me."

The armored black shadow took a deep look at Han Yi for the last time, turned around and left, and went directly back to the depths of the ancient city.

Han Yi naturally didn't know about this scene.

The strength realm was too different. Even if the armored black shadow stood in front of him, if he didn't want Han Yi to find him, Han Yi couldn't see it at all.

After confirming that there was no abnormality, he hid his body again and went to the northwest.

Next.

Han Yi never saw the underworld beasts or underworld spirits kneeling down again, and with his current strength, even in the underworld, there were only a few underworld beasts and underworld spirits who could find him and let him take a detour.

And.

Han Yi also discovered a very unusual phenomenon along the way, that is, even if the underworld beasts and underworld spirits did not kneel down, they were unusually docile and stayed in their own territory, unusually quiet, which was completely different from what was recorded in Xuanzang Palace.

In Xuanzang Palace, it was mentioned that the underworld beasts were ferocious and the underworld spirits were fighting for territory.

However, having come this far, this abnormal situation did not stop Han Yi from retreating, but made him more vigilant and restrained his breath more comprehensively.

Three hours later. After crossing a long distance, Han Yi finally arrived at the place where the sword was divided.

In front of him, there was a huge valley lying on the ground. The ridges on both sides of the valley were towering into the clouds. Above the valley, the dark air condensed into clouds, swirling and changing.

Han Yi fled to the valley, but the next moment, he suddenly realized the danger and retreated.

At the mouth of the valley, a black arrow fell from the sky, pierced the ground, and reached the deepest center of the earth.

Han Yi's eyes trembled. Although this attack only had the combat power comparable to that of a senior immortal, it would be no problem for him to block it. However, he retreated not because of the attack itself, but because he sensed a change and jumped out of the attack circle out of instinctive vigilance.

He looked up and saw a figure standing quietly on a protruding strange stone on the hillside of the valley. This figure was three meters tall and looked like an ape. He held a wooden longbow but had no quiver or arrows.

But Han Yi could tell at a glance that the opponent was not a ghost beast, but a ghost spirit.

Ghost spirits are alternative life forms formed by the mountains, rivers, and lakes of the underworld and the tree spirits absorbing the ghost energy and transforming into ghost spirits.

These life forms can transform into spirit bodies, so they are called ghost spirits.

However, their spirit bodies are not necessarily human-shaped, but of various shapes, including human-shaped and beast-shaped.

Along the way, Han Yi encountered many ghost spirits.

The key to the Nether Spirit is the word "spirit", while the Nether Beast has more animal nature.

Although this ape has the appearance of an animal, its core is formed by the condensation of Nether Qi, and it is a spiritual body.

After this Nether Spirit appeared, eight more Nether Spirits in the shape of apes appeared one after another on the many strange rocks on the mountainside of the valley.

These ape Nether Spirits were silent, but the aura of killing permeated the space, which made Han Yi's face suddenly stern.

"Equivalent to nine senior immortal king-level Nether Spirits."

"No, more than..."

Han Yi looked up at a higher position, where a huge stone protruded from the mountainside like a platform. A five-meter-tall ape had stood on the edge of the stone platform at some point, with his eyebrows lowered, looking down at Han Yi.

Although the aura of this ape was not revealed, Han Yi deduced that it must be stronger than the nine-headed ape below, but not to the level of immortal king combat power that made him palpitate.

It should be a peak immortal king-level ghost spirit.

However, after seeing this five-meter-tall ape, Han Yi also knew what the true form of these ghost spirits was.

"It's these strange stones."

"The strange stones absorb the ghost energy, cultivate into spirits, and transform into ghost spirits."

"And it may be because there are low-level apes and ghost beasts jumping on the strange stones all year round, so the first choice of ghost spirit form for these strange stones is monkeys."

Han Yi held the Qingping Sword and looked at the ten figures above, which were in disorder but all contained a solemn and murderous meaning, and had no intention of retreating.

To this day, he has three seventh-level immortal arts, and not long ago, he had a preliminary understanding of the three thousand sword realms. Not to mention that only one of the ten ghost spirits was at the peak immortal king's combat power, even if there were ten apes at the peak immortal king's combat power, he dared to draw his sword.

No one could stop his determination to obtain the Qingping Sword.

As his thoughts turned, he took a step forward and disappeared on the spot.

In an instant.

Sword lights exploded, murderous intent boiled! (End of this chapter)