Chapter 1293: Black Eats Black, the Strong Eat the Weak, We Are Professionals

After all, he is a true immortal. Although the immortals on land are only one edict away from being immortals, they are just ordinary immortals, not immortals of the level of Arhat the Dragon.

Even if he cannot use magic power, he is still stronger than the other party.

Unfortunately, that brief peace was as fleeting as the morning dew. Before Ji Dian had time to relax, the cruelty of fate was revealed again.

When he hurried back, his heart was full of plans for the future and a little unnoticeable relief, what caught his eyes was the cold bodies of Zhu Dachang and Xiaoyu, lying there quietly, silently telling the disappearance of life.

"How could this happen!"

Ji Dian was trembling with disbelief.

His eyes lost focus in an instant, as if all his strength was drained by an invisible force.

He had just experienced a thrilling struggle and finally calmed down a storm, but he didn't expect that in the blink of an eye, a new storm would come in such a cruel way.

Ji Dian's heart was filled with an indescribable sadness and anger. He clenched his fists, his nails deeply embedded in his palms, as if this could alleviate the pain and unwillingness in his heart.

He originally planned to investigate the black hand behind all this and uncover the conspiracy hidden in the dark after the matter came to an end.

However, reality told him in the cruelest way that time never waits for anyone, and fate never gives a chance to breathe.

"No!"

On the edge of despair, a ray of determination flashed in Ji Dian's eyes.

He suddenly realized that although his life in the world of the living had disappeared, in the underworld, everything was not yet a foregone conclusion.

As long as Zhu Dachang and Xiaoyu could be rescued before the King of Hell made his judgment, they might still have a chance of survival.

This thought was like a beam of light, penetrating the haze in Ji Dian's heart and giving him the strength to move forward.

Ji Dian's golden body had not been returned yet, so there was no time to lose, otherwise things would change!

He used his magical powers to shuttle between the two worlds of yin and yang.

Chang Wei's figure quietly appeared where he disappeared.

"It's really not so fast to die, it's really linked together, the black Rakshasa is dead, Ji Dian's character..."

Aside, Esdeath listened curiously, although she didn't understand.

Her eyes flashed with excitement, and she was full of curiosity and desire to challenge the "black Rakshasa" mentioned by Chang Wei.

"Chang Wei, I want to see that black Rakshasa. Is he really that powerful? How does he compare with the Wheel King?"

There was a hint of urgency in Esdeath's voice. She was eager to fight. After enjoying a few days of comfortable life, Esdeath felt itchy all over.

Chang Wei glanced in the direction of the underworld.

"... Probably not as good as the Wheel King."

"Then let's go and see!"

There was a hint of excitement and eagerness in Esdeath's words, and her eyes flashed with curiosity and desire for the unknown world.

She couldn't wait to challenge this black Rakshasa.

Chang Wei looked at Esdeath's fighting eyes, smiled slightly, and did not refuse.

He knew that for Esdeath, fighting and challenges were the whole meaning of her life.

So, Chang Wei took Esdeath and instantly crossed the boundary between the Yin and Yang worlds and came to the edge of the underworld.

The underworld is a dead realm beyond the mortal world. There is no hustle and bustle of the human world, only endless silence and depth.

There is an indescribable mist between heaven and earth. They seem to have existed here since ancient times and never dissipate all year round, covering this land with a mysterious and strange veil.

In the mist, a blood moon hangs high in the sky. The blood moon is different from the full moon in the world. It emits a faint red light, penetrates the gray mist, and sprinkles a trace of strange and dark light on this land, adding a bit of gloom and horror to this dead world.

On the ground, steep mountains and rivers are endless, as if they are the most primitive sculptures of nature, and each one reveals the vicissitudes and ruthlessness of the years.

The cliffs are like swords pointing to the sky, the abyss of blood is bottomless, and the swamps and wetlands are scattered in between, forming a series of heart-pounding pictures.

The howling wind swept in from all directions, bringing with it the biting cold and the breath of death. All the ghosts were silent, as if they were singing an ancient song for this land, which was extremely beautiful and awe-inspiring.

On a winding stone road, scattered ghosts gathered from all directions.

They had dementia on their faces and dull eyes, as if they had lost all their emotions and memories, leaving only empty bodies moving forward under the guidance of the ghost messenger.

Among these ghosts, some were ragged and obviously suffered a lot in their lives; others were dressed gorgeously, but they still couldn't hide their inner despair and fear.

Unless they were extremely resentful and obsessed, they would have followed the ghost's instructions without any complaints or questions, but would have mechanically walked towards the Forgotten River, as if that was their final destination.

As Esdeath and Chang Wei moved forward, the front suddenly opened up, and a gravel plain covered with muddy swamps came into view. This plain was dry and desolate, and under the mist, it added a bit of blood and weirdness.

Swamp mud was scattered in between, and from time to time, gurgling out poisonous smoke, which was mixed with a pungent smell that made people want to vomit.

In front of the plain was the legendary city of the dead. The city wall was towering into the sky, built of huge black stones, and seemed indestructible.

The city gate is closed, and there are various strange patterns carved on the door. It seems that every pattern tells a tragic story.

Anyone who has a grudge in their hearts will be imprisoned in this city until they see with their own eyes that the person who murdered them gets the retribution they deserve and their grudges dissipate, then they will be taken away by ghost messengers. or penalty.

"Where is the Black Rakshasa?"

After looking at it for a while, Esdeath lost interest. She didn't even have the thought of being afraid, even though she knew this was the world of the dead.

"There."

Chang Wei pointed in a direction, and Esdeath looked in the direction of Chang Wei's finger. Sure enough, he saw a shocking sight.

It was a huge monster about ten meters tall, with a green face and fangs, horns on its head, and exuded a suffocating evil aura.

It holds a black chain in its hand, and at the end of the chain drags two confused souls - Xiaoyu and Zhu Dachang.

At this time, Ji Dian has found the Black Rakshasa and is negotiating with the Black Rakshasa.

Chang Wei and Esdeath were very polite and did not come forward to disturb others' business. They waited until the business was done and then snatched the golden body away from the black Rakshasa. This was so fun.

The Black Rakshasa quickly kicked Jidian away and snatched away his golden body.