Immortal and Martial Dual Cultivation

Send out the wood wind, about the underworld trip, prepare to meet Xiao Chen and Lin Feng again at the top of Shenshan in three days.

The two nodded slightly and greeted each other. There was something strange in their hearts, but their faces were unbroken and calm.

Less often, Hua Tianyang and seven core elders appeared at the same time.

“Looks like you're almost ready. I can't give you a ride in this line of work. Dry clouds, give them a ride for me. ”

Unexpectedly, Huatianyang did not send the wood wind or the trident, but another core senator, the dead cloud.

This dead cloud man is known as the Master of the Dead Cloud, and among the core elders, he is in charge of Tianmeng Refinery and Forging, and has always had no quarrel with the world.

“Follow me. ”

Shh!

A figure jumped from the other shore of the world to the sight of two people, and Master Dead Cloud appeared.

Xiao Chen and Lin Feng followed Master Dry Cloud to Tianmeng Dao.

The underworld, beneath the central world, into nine worlds, has its own rules, which correspond to the dark side and shadow of the central world, which are interdependent, and no one can destroy anyone.

“Hey, Xiao Chen, your Alloy Armor seems to have two stars. ”

Master Dead Cloud looked at Xiao Chen's gloves inadvertently, some surprised to say that the forest wind also looked a little surprised.

The upgrade of Alloy Armor requires enormous resources, and he is still a star Alloy Armor.

Xiao Chen was silent and calmly said: “My resources in the realm of the phantom are all piled up on alloy armor. Upon returning to Tianmeng, I asked Lord Wood Wind to upgrade. ”

“No wonder, let's go, let's go to the central world first. ”

A little thing, a little bit of it passed, and the transmission through the stage came to the central world.

Xiao Chen looked at the familiar environment of the Quartet and was slightly surprised. It seemed like a rough sea, and not far ahead was the rough city.

“This is a deserted city? ”

“Yes, we have to try to keep this as low profile as possible. Arid sea is kind of a better place to hide our eyes. Go, I'll take you to the underworld. ”

Master Dynasty Cloud took Xiao Chen and Lin Feng along the road, and soon arrived in front of an abyss.

pitch-black abyss with a gust of magic, secluded and desertless.

Here, the central world enters the underground underworld, a relatively hidden passage that few people know.

“This place is so dangerous that it leads straight to the ninth level of the underworld that it is rarely used. Be careful. ”

After looking deep into the bottom, not knowing how many dangerous abyss were hidden, Master Dead Cloud softly said.

Xiao Chen and Lin Feng glanced at each other, then jumped directly without hesitation.

Neither of them is familiar with the underworld. Xiao Chen once carried out the task of Heavenly Dragon Palace, killing Rakshasa Heavenly Split with one sword. But at that time, he went to the underworld, this time to the more dangerous ninth.

As for the forest wind, he was born in the underworld from peeing, and came here as if he had returned home.

Master Dead Cloud watched the two end up in the abyss. If he thought about it, he shook his head and sighed lightly.

Less often than not, two shadows fall from the sky, precisely the trident and the wood wind.

For the appearance of the two, it was no surprise that Master Dead Cloud nodded slightly to the two.

“Brother Wood, you said both of them, who will eventually bring the holy things back? ”

The wood breeze faintly said: “In the underworld, the danger is so great that my brothers are still worried, can they come back alive? As for the retrieval of the sacred object, it is not surprising that it has failed for so many years. ”

"'Don't pretend,' said Sui Ren. 'You and I both know that this time the hope of recovering the sacred object is the greatest. However, you are also right, it is important to worry about Xiao Chen coming back. After all, he didn't even congeal a divine vein. Lin Feng was at least once a master of emperors. He also mastered the realm of death and protected himself. ”

The wooden wind changed slightly, smiling: “Looks like Brother Sui thinks Xiao Chen will definitely fall into the underworld. Then we'll see who comes back alive. ”

The two fought each other, hiding needles in their words, said a few words, and the atmosphere became particularly opposed.

Not surprisingly, Master Dead Cloud suddenly picked his eyebrows slightly and sighed: “The two of them have succeeded in reaching the underworld, and it is time to go. ”

Finish, when you leave first, don't stay.

The wooden wind snorted coldly with the Successful Trident, leaving without a trace.

Thousand Demon Abyss.

Xiao Chen and Lin Feng, landing successively, looked at it, it was a desolate scene. Above the ground, there are tall shrubs, clouds in the sky are often present, and there is a round of bloody moons hanging high in the clouds.

After landing, Xiao Chen closed the knife to the sheath, not a smooth sailing in the abyss of all demons. There are many ferocious underworld creatures inside, especially blood-sucking bats, in absurd quantities, which can be sucked into dry bodies with little carelessness.

Measuring the Quartet environment, Xiao Chen sees a sweeping river at the end of the horizon, and further afield there seems to be a contour of a city pool.

Xiao Chen Xin read the movement, the Yin and Yang Divine Sea where the time was Dan, reversed.

The magical sea of divine powers revealed itself, and the entire human temperament changed dramatically during the depression. The eyes are pitch-black and full of magic, and the breath of devouring the world is all over the body and down, making people deeply embarrassed.

Xiao Chen can feel that the internal meridian pulse is filled with magic magic magic. It is not very habitual to have a grumpy, homicidal mood that spreads all over your body and for the first time leaves the Magic Divine Dollar in the flesh without reservation.

After a moment of calming down, Xiao Chen's mood was restored to nature and he was able to cope with the magic magic of his body, as well as the irritability and killing emotions.

Lin Feng looked at the slight tongue, winking as if Xiao Chen had disappeared before.

By his side, is a true monastic emperor with a palpitating breath all over his body.

“The two men are too ambitious. Let's split up for a while. I'll see you in half a month. ”

Not yet standing on his heels, Lin Feng suddenly opened his mouth, leaving Xiao Chen slightly stunned.

“Okay.”

Thinking back, it would be nice to split up temporarily, Xiao Chen nodded in agreement.

Looking at the other side's distant back, Xiao Chen speculated that Lin Feng might want to meet some people in this underworld, maybe do something else.

After all, the other party grew up here to become an emperor.

So well, after all, Xiao Chen couldn't understand the idea of the forest wind, and the other party's death path was extremely difficult.

Be careful all day long, anyone is tired.

Dressed in black and dressed perfectly with a fitted casket, the Devil's Blood Vulture stops on his shoulders.

Xiao Chen chose a different direction from the forest wind and walked forward.

With nine floors, the ninth floor is the most prosperous, and besides Asura, which controls the ninth floor of the underworld, several other layers of elite martial arts, such as the Rothscha and the Night Forks, are mostly gathered here.

There is no other reason, because the Temple of the Underworld is in this ninth level of underworld.

In addition to the underworld race, this ninth layer of underworld, as well as a number of human devil warriors, is mostly here on adventure.

Devil's Path Martial Artist and Underworld Martial Artist, the cultivation techniques are almost connected, and communication between each other is quite frequent.

Xiao Chen walked along the road and encountered a lot of magic repairs. Those Ashuro and other underworld ethnic fighters saw Xiao Chen after, no wonder, didn't look more.

There is no one in this place but the righteous martial arts, and perhaps there are, but better disguised.

Orthodox martial artists and underworld races are considered to be enemies. Several times before and after they fight each other, they all want to destroy each other quickly.

Unlike Lin Feng, Xiao Chen's knowledge of the Nine Layers of Underworld is limited to some paper information.

To reach the Battlefield of the Last Blood, he must go to the nearest Underworld City Pool and get a map.

Otherwise, you will not be blind, and you will find the battlefield of the last blood, and you will not know what year or month.

Two hours later, Xiao Chen arrived in front of the river at the end of the previous field of view, which was a bloody river, running river water, like rough blood in the body of a warcraft, making people look uncomfortable.

Floating rivers, like the sea, have terrible waves. From time to time, many ghosts appear, making people feel chilly.

Xiao Chen knows that this is the Holy River of the Underworld, and has a noble and sacred place in the heart of the underworld race.

The Sacred River runs all the way to Shura Purgatory, where the Temple of the Underworld lies.

Even the underworld race does not allow easy contamination of the water of the Holy River, which can only be baptized by standing up for praise or blood of noble generations.

Not to mention outsiders.

Xiao Chen can only honestly wait for the other boat to come and cross the river.

By the dock, there are many waiting fighters, Rosa, Night Fork, Asura and Demon Warriors, many of them.

Most are only Xingjun and Holy Honor Xiao Xiu, not even the king is rare, Xiao Chen's breath will exhale slightly.

He attracted the attention of the crowd, kept his distance, and looked at him with respect.

Even the masters of the Nine Levels of Underworld, Asura Martial Arts, dare not show any disrespect, dare not be rude.

Respect for the strong in the underworld is particularly exaggerated.

Above the holy river, the submarine docked ashore, Xiao Chen did not leave, nobody dared to move.

Until he boarded the boat, the warriors in the rear fought for fear before boarding the boat.

Surging river water, turbulent, but small underwater boats are running flat and against the water.

Xiao Chen stood at the bow of the boat, looking at the river, the river is vast, like the sea, looking at the infinity, the blood is foggy, the ghost is heavy, from time to time he can hear the cry of the baby and the cry of the powerful ghost in his ear.

“That senior shoulder must be a demon-blooded vulture, right? ”

“No mistake, what a powerful demon blooded vulture. The bloodline has begun to return to its homeland. It's so enviable. I wish I had such a demon spouse. ”

“There have been so many demonic predecessors in our nine-story underworld lately, and I don't know why. ”

“Who knows, these big people things, where we're qualified to blend in. ”

The warriors looked at the bow of the boat Xiaochen, whispered, and were in awe and worship in the conversation.

Xiao Chen was quite satisfied with this, and had known before coming, in the underworld, to worship the strong.

If you deliberately keep a low profile, you will get into some trouble. The underworld race can all be temperamental and cold-blooded.

Maintaining a moderately high profile would be much more convenient, not only if no one dares to look for trouble, but even many.

“Hello Senior. ”

Looking at Xiao Chen in the river view, a slightly trembling voice sounded behind him, turning back to a young Asura warrior calling him.