"What?"

"Wu Rong only has a few thousand years left to live?"

"Who said that?!" Ji Boxhen's eyes widened and he stood up from his seat in surprise. There seemed to be some doubts, confusion and fear in his eyes, and he stared at the person who spoke as if asking for confirmation.

, that is, Ji Zong.

Ji Jizong still looked excited.

She said with joy, "Of course it's true."

"He exhausted all his resources in the Tianyuan battle. The reason why he didn't fall ill directly was because of his strong Taoist support."

"If Wu Rong only has a few thousand years left to live, as long as we can survive it, the underworld will be in chaos."

He had already thought about the collapse of the underworld in his mind.

"No."

Ji Boshen walked back and forth, shook his head and said, "It's troublesome!"

"trouble?"

"It's true that Wu Rong is the one in power in the underworld, but he is the one who has the background of everything." Ji Boshen's expression was solemn. Since that person had achieved great supernatural powers, even calling him by his first name would be noticed.

Once Wu Rong dies and another person with great supernatural powers takes charge of the soul flag, it will be the real end for the monks in the world from now on.

There is no such thing as longevity in the spiritual world.

There are also different penalties for good and evil in reincarnation.

Not to mention far-reaching, if all the practitioners in today's spiritual world were to reincarnate, at least half of them would have to go to hell to fry and stir-fry to wash away their karma, and the remaining half would be divided among the six realms, and maybe a large part of them would end up in the animal realm.

"Convene a meeting of elders."

A few moments.

The Blood Sea of ​​the Underworld held a clan meeting again.

In the past, it was not seen once in a thousand years, but now it can be seen every three days.

Putting the situation in this way, anyone with a discerning eye has already seen the problem.

Fierce Zhongchang said solemnly: "No wonder he is so eager. Thousands of years have passed by in the blink of an eye. He must have wanted to complete his great cause before his death."

"Exactly this!" Ji Boxen sighed. If he was still shaking last month, now that he has learned the news, he no longer has a neutral mentality. As a member of the Hades tribe located in the middle reaches of the Styx River, the underworld wants to

They are the ones who bear the brunt of the expansion, and there is no way they can be left alone.

…

Dunyi, who hurriedly entered the palace, was a little surprised.

He saw the second elder of the Nether Clan and several elders of the Nether Clan.

Right now in Senluo Hall.

Looking back carefully, the Ministry of Rites did not notify these matters.

Now, the Lord of the Underworld, Lord Luodu Dao, and King Siming, are walking down the steps.

He doesn't walk fast.

However, everyone in the audience did not show that they were not tired of it. Instead, they stood up with great joy and a bit of anticipation.

When the words reached his lips, Dunyi swallowed them back.

He just waited.

"We said goodbye to each other back then, but the two elders are still as charming as ever." Wu Rong handed over his hand.

"Don't dare. The master of the palace is better than before!"

The murderer quickly returned to courtesy, no matter how low the posture was, he originally felt that he could have room for ease with the prefecture, until he heard a message, that is, the life of the Lord of the prefecture was less than thousands of years.

It may be two thousand or three thousand, no one can be sure.

At the moment he knew the news, he hurriedly convened the family to come to the Seno Temple before the others arrived.

Fortunately, it was called by Wu Rong.

"When I came, my ancestor instructed that we must obey the mobilization of the prefecture.

The second elder's murderer did not dare to support it, and approached.

When I was about to say something, I saw Wu Rong slightly waved: "The second elder, please sit, there will be a lot of people here today."

"Many people?"

Sitting down doubtfully.

When it is young.

The heavy footsteps, the heavy footsteps seemed to be the sound of the Mountain Yue Lei.

Om.

A figure stepped into the Mori Temple, tall, thinner, carrying a narrow sword box. Long hair fluttering, the robes hunting, seemed to be fantasy, like a magic fairy, the forehead was half -open and half -closed, and the bloody light was full of light.

Then, then, then

A group of Ming people looked surprised: "Old ancestor?!"

"Go out!" The ancestor of the bloody sea turned his head and scolded.

The murderer was busy taking someone to retreat.

"The seniors are finally here." Wu Rong glory.

The ancestor of the bloody sea sighed helplessly. The disciples of these people under his door were not big. Don't look at it one by one.

I didn't say much.

"Senior, please."

A small.

A young man in a Chinese suit stepped into the hall, and his breath was all over the moment. He stood there as if he was everywhere and did not exist at all.

The younger head of the young man, nodded slightly, and said, "The early early early early came from the blood of blood."

Blood Sea is also etiquette: "Taiyue Emperor."

The people in front of them are from the Yin tribe of one of the ten tribe. They are ancient emperors. I did not expect that they would come here today.

"Taiyue senior, please." Wu Rong motioned to the emperor Taiyue.

Taiyuehuang said with a smile: "What are the heroes of the government, I am annoying to wait for my old thing."

Speaking of sitting down, looking around, the silent Senluo Hall was empty, and he realized that he had come early, but today's things are common or late.

When we were looking for, another monk with a huge figure stepped into the hall.

King Naro.

The war king in ancient times.

"Line!"

On the occasion of Wu Rong, the table case has been filled with Shencai cooking and Qiong Jade Yulu.

"Gift." King Ghanaro's three arms arched.

Looking at the side, he said calmly: "The Ten King League will not be held for a long time, but I did not expect it to be here."

As he spoke, he looked at Wu Rong, as if he wanted to see something from Wu Rong. When the divine light from his nine rotating eyes passed by, King Canara only felt that he saw endless darkness.

There was a figure standing faintly at the end of the darkness.

The figure slowly turned his head and stepped out of the illusion.

laugh!

The flames of karma were burning, and King Janara quickly closed his eyes. When he opened them, the figure had disappeared.

"Jana Luo, you can't test his strength. He used the underworld as his root to evolve eighteen levels of illusory hell, and carved the laws of good and evil in the world. He also received the teachings from the Emperor of Heaven in the Demon Abyss, and was able to break through the catastrophe of immortality.

The three methods were gathered into one body, and I had just struck down my emperor with a few blows, and even in the fifth step, he was still in the middle."

"It's not the leader of the Zhangtian Cult, it's just that the seals of Heaven's Way haven't spread all over the world, and the eighteen levels of hell haven't been completely stabilized."

The sound was like a dragon's voice and like a bell. The person who walked into the Senluo Hall was a sturdy monk. He was wearing full armor, with fangs exposed, and scarlet hair flowing along the gaps in the armor. It didn't look like hair, but something terrifying.

Law.

King Canara snorted: "Old zombie!"

The corpse emperor glanced at him with his black eyes, walked forward without paying much attention, cupped his hands and said, "I have met the Lord of the Underworld."

"Senior has broken my heart."

"please."

The Corpse Emperor is sitting upright.
To be continued...