Chapter 8493: A Man Who Knows the Times Is a Hero

The boiling resentment is everywhere, surging in all directions!

Even if the Feather God comes, the power to shatter the Great Void will be polluted by the boiling resentment, and the wings of the God will also be polluted and then corrupted.

The resentment in the Three Thousand Senluo Prison has undergone a qualitative change after a long period of accumulation.

In front of Ye Wuque, it is completely useless.

The Pure World Colored Glaze Fire continued to burn for half a quarter of an hour.

Under Ye Wuque's control, every corner was really not spared, and the main goal was to be clean and thorough.

The many great resentful spirits sealed here were wailing in extreme, and their voices gradually faded until they completely disappeared.

Ye Wuque stood in it, not in a hurry.

After dozens of breaths, the raging Pure World Colored Glaze Fire finally dissipated, revealing the clean and tidy Senluo Prison.

Brother Ye was very satisfied with this.

Because looking around, there was no great resentful spirit, and they were all happily saved by him on the spot.

Buzz buzz buzz!

Suddenly, Ye Wuque's heart moved, and he felt a faint golden glow from all directions.

The power of merit!

It surged at this moment and poured into Ye Wuque's body.

Ye Wuque was not surprised by this. There were too many evil ghosts and resentful spirits in the three thousand Senluo Prisons, and they were full of resentment. After being purified by the means of the Buddhist lineage, they would naturally gain the power of merit.

Ye Wuque has always been open to the power of merit. After all, this is a good thing that can only be encountered by chance, and it may come in handy at any time.

At the beginning, the reason why he was able to comprehend the third level of the true god characteristics of the soul so smoothly and simply was because of the "power of merit" to help him open up.

Next, Ye Wuque continued to move forward.

He was compassionate and happy to help others all the way.

Wherever he passed, the Pure World Glazed Fire seemed to be accompanying him, constantly showing its power.

Endless great vengeful spirits and great wronged souls were all grateful and thanked Brother Ye with all their might. They shouted loudly, and Brother Ye felt comforted.

Very comfortable.

Until a certain moment.

After Ye Wuque sent away another batch of great vengeful spirits, he found that there was a faint light coming from the front.

This light was obviously also a bit dark, obviously the kind of resentment, but it was very soft, and there was a hint of sacredness in it.

This made Ye Wuque's eyes flash.

"Yang gives birth to Yin, and Yin gives birth to Yang..."

"I didn't expect that in the deepest part of these three thousand Senluo Prisons, in the extreme of resentment, the sacred meaning was born!"

"It seems that the vengeful spirits here have left their original level and evolved to a higher level."

As Ye Wuque took a step forward and walked into the last Senluo Prison of the three thousand Senluo Prisons, the light suddenly spread.

Ye Wuque saw a grand world, and then his eyes narrowed slightly!

Because he actually saw a... country!

A complete ancient country.

Saw the vengeful spirits in armor, showing the standard!

No!

That should no longer be a vengeful spirit, there is no vengeance on the body, but it has become sacred, that is, it has evolved into some kind of...undead.

The undead is already a healthy race, separated from the vengeful spirits, with wisdom and hierarchy.

"Who is it?"

A loud shout came, and suddenly dozens of undead rushed over and surrounded Ye Wuque, but when they saw the Pure World Glazed Fire lit up around Ye Wuque, they instinctively stagnated.

"Don't do it!"

"Please ask this distinguished guest to come over..."

An old and powerful voice with a sacred charm came, and the tense atmosphere stopped immediately.

Dozens of undead immediately bowed and accepted the order, their attitude became respectful, and they made an invitation gesture to Ye Wuque.

Ye Wuque took the Pure World Glazed Fire and walked towards the undead country in front of him.

After reaching the highest point of the Undead, he immediately saw a huge bone throne, on which sat a tall human figure!

This was an Undead who looked like a middle-aged man in his fifties, with four pairs of rotten wings of God extending from his back.

But strangely, there was no resentment at all, but a hint of holiness.

This creature was obviously the ruler of the Undead Kingdom, the Undead Monarch.

"The distinguished guest has come from afar, I am honored..."

The Undead Monarch saluted Ye Wuque with a fist.

"Your Majesty is polite." Ye Wuque also returned the salute and looked at the Undead Monarch.

"Three Thousand Senluo Prisons, one of the terrifying forbidden places in the eyes of the creatures in the Western Desert! No creature will easily set foot in it, but the distinguished guest has come. I think the distinguished guest should not be a native creature in the Western Desert, right?"

"I came here for a reason." Ye Wuque responded lightly, and then changed the subject.

"I didn't expect that in the deepest part of the Three Thousand Senluo Prison, a kingdom of the dead was born."

"It also evolved into an eight-winged feather god-level undead monarch."

"The monarch is very capable."

Ye Wuque praised.

"You are too kind, I am just lucky." The undead monarch seemed to smile.

At this moment, the undead guarding here from all directions were shocked!

The great monarch in their eyes was usually quite cruel. He treated the big resentful spirits outside as desserts and ate several of them at a disagreement.

Now in front of this mysterious human race, he is so... kind and easy to talk to?

"The monarch should be the local snake of the Three Thousand Senluo Prison, right?" Ye Wuque asked again.

The Undead Lord had a ghostly light in his eyes and said, "It's OK, I'm just wasting time. Does the distinguished guest need help?"

"Does the Lord know the 'Ancient Zen Sect'?"

Ye Wuque asked directly.

The Undead Lord suddenly exuded a terrifying aura, which seemed to be involuntary, but he restrained it at the first time!

But many undead warriors below trembled and almost fainted!

Only Ye Wuque still stood with his hands behind his back, his face calm, just looking at the Undead Lord.

"Ancient Zen Sect..."

The Undead Lord quickly adjusted his mood and sighed, which seemed to carry a trace of resentment.

"In the past, when I was still ignorant and in chaos, I was captured by this ancient Zen Sect!"

"But the ancient Zen Sect has long been destroyed!"

"The distinguished guest is late."

"Although the entire ancient Zen Sect has been destroyed, the ruins are still there, right? I want to go and have a look. Can the Lord point the way?" Ye Wuque continued to speak.

The eyes of the Undead Lord kept flickering, and then he shook his head and said: "Please forgive me for not being able to show you the way, it's... too dangerous there!"

"Besides, there's nothing to see at the ruins of the ancient Zen Sect, they're all ruins, I don't want to have anything to do with the ancient Zen Sect anymore!" The Undead Lord chose to refuse.

Ye Wuque was not annoyed, but suddenly stretched out his hand and grabbed the void!

Wow!

The Undead Lord, who was sitting cross-legged, trembled suddenly, stood up in shock and anger, and stared at Ye Wuque!

Because at this moment, Ye Wuque's right hand had a broken... relic!

"Not a bad relic, pure and vast. The reason why you can evolve successfully and become the 'Undead Lord' is because of the power of this broken relic of a high monk." Ye Wuque played with the relic and smiled faintly.

"If I'm not mistaken, this incomplete relic is what you got from the ancient Zen sect, right?"

The Undead Lord stared at Ye Wuque, and the aura of the Eight-Winged Feathered God began to boil, as if he was ready to take action at any time!

Result.

The Undead Lord immediately saw Ye Wuque showing him a smile that looked extremely kind and even harmless. For some reason, his heart trembled!

The next moment, Ye Wuque's voice sounded slowly.

"He who knows the times is a hero."

"Lord."

"What do you think?"