Baimon and the Seven-faced Demon looked at each other, and one person ruled half of the sea, stirring the vast North Sea.
As more and more water flows closer, the scope of this flame world becomes smaller and smaller.
Baimen stepped into the air, opened his hands, and a spear exuding a strong demonic energy was spread out between his palms.
"The devil spear kills the sky," Baimen held the devil spear and pierced all the voids along the way, stirring up the sea and the fire, and killed towards the conscious body.
"Suppression," Xu Zimo used the last bit of his strength on the Chaos Bead.
The Chaos Bead, which was almost dimming, once again bloomed with splendor, suppressing the conscious body.
With a "boom", the fire was completely torn apart, and the tip of the magic spear pierced directly into the center of the conscious body's eyebrows.
For a moment, the wind and thunder suddenly changed, and the wind was full of force, turning into a series of magic arrows and piercing fiercely.
The conscious body roared in pain.
Under the control of the Seven-faced Demon General, Beihai's momentum became stronger and stronger, eventually completely annihilating the world of flames.
And the consciousness body finally exploded, and the aftermath sent several people flying away.
The Chaos Bead returned to the real life world, and Xu Zimo's figure fell directly.
"Lord, are you okay?" Baimen asked worriedly as he supported him.
Xu Zimo waved his hands and tried his best to stand up straight.
He looked at the place where the consciousness exploded, and there appeared a broken monument and a flame.
"Bring it over and let me take a look," Xu Zimo said.
The Seven-faced Demon General took out the broken stele. Xu Zimo's eyes narrowed slightly, and he saw the four characters "Zhu Rong Dao" written on it.
He stared at the ruined monument, and the world in front of him suddenly changed.
It's as if the mind has been sucked into a new world.
When he came back to his senses, pictures appeared in front of his eyes.
A giant, his whole body burning with flames, stood on a vast land.
Fire burns all things, and he is revered as the God of Fire.
Zhu Rong is the world's first fire god, and the flame he uses is also named after him, Zhu Rong's Fire.
He lived in the ancient era, which was the most barbaric era in the Nine Realms.
The ancient gods are in power, everything is scarce, and they are the leaders of the world.
The scene in front of me is changing. What is flame?
Xu Zimo couldn't help but have such doubts in his heart.
Some people fight with fire, which is violent, destructive, and fiery.
But there are also people who use fire for cooking and heating.
Flame is inseparable from two words, creation.
Whether it is the fire that burns all things or the spark that cooks, it is inseparable from the use of species.
So fire is creation.
The scene changed very quickly. After a few dozen seconds, Xu Zimo seemed to have experienced everything and his eyes returned to the North Sea again.
"Lord, are you okay?" Baimeng asked quickly.
"A little weak, I guess it will take a long time to recover," Xu Zimo shook his head.
Ordinary consumption can be recovered quickly at his level, but the consumption of Chaos Beads is too great.
My mind and body, including my own essence and blood, were a little tired and exhausted.
After the scene just disappeared, the four characters "Zhu Rong Wendao" on the remaining monument gradually disappeared.
And in Xu Zimo's mind, there was an additional exercise.
It was the ancient mysterious technique that Zhu Rong asked.
Zhurong controls fire, so naturally the whole article is about the way of fire.
The crimson flame next to it is the fire of Zhurong.
Xu Zimo stretched out his hand and put away Zhu Rong's Fire.
Baimeng and the Seven-faced Demon General returned to the mainland of China, while Xu Zimo found a relatively peaceful place to prepare for a period of cultivation.
……………
At this moment, in the Netherworld.
This is also one of the nine realms.
The phantom sea fluctuates, especially like a pool of dead ashes. Everything in the world, no matter how light it is, cannot float on the phantom sea.
Once anything touches the phantom sea, it will sink immediately without any resistance.
A fantasy sea is a world.
Under the phantom sea is the netherworld, and the way back for all sentient beings is vast.
This is the way back to death, the end of everything.
Because only dead people are entertained here.
Death energy surrounds the entire world, and the Fantasy Sea is divided into eighteen levels of world.
Corresponds to Abi hell.
There is no distinction between good and evil here, so the souls of the dead will go to the eighteenth level of hell.
In the end, according to personal contribution, one will rise up to the first hell, and then he can be reincarnated.
Of course, the so-called rebirth means becoming a second person, and everything in the previous life will disappear.
In the Nether Realm, the first stop is Luofu Village.
Going forward further is the Soul Gathering Pass.
At this moment, in front of Luofu Village, the souls of the dead gathered here, lining up one by one to have their identities branded, and walked inside.
At this moment, two golden lights exploded in the sky.
The Nether Realm has always been dominated by darkness.
At this moment, the golden light appeared, which was very dazzling and attracted everyone immediately.
The sky in the Nether Realm was torn apart by a pair of hands, and a figure in fairy robes was seen walking out.
"I have an order from the Holy Court to capture a soul. I hope the Lord of the Dead will cooperate," the visitor held the scroll, opened it and said solemnly.
After his words fell, there was a huge noise below, but no one responded.
"Where is the leader of Luofu Village?" The man in immortal robes shouted softly with his eyes as bright as a torch.
"Who is it? There are so many formations," a rather lazy voice sounded.
I saw a middle-aged man who was neither male nor female walking out from above Luofu Village.
He was wearing men's clothing, but he looked rather feminine, with red lips, a pretty nose, and a soft voice.
"The Holy Court wants a soul, please cooperate and help find it," said the being in the immortal robe.
"When did the Holy Court have the final say on matters in the Netherworld?" the middle-aged man asked.
"This is the order of the Immortal Master, do you dare to disobey it?" the immortal-robed being snorted coldly.
"Don't forget what happened three hundred thousand years ago."
"Since it's the Immortal Lord's order, if you let the Immortal Lord come to ask for someone in person, who do you think you are?" the middle-aged man replied.
"You in the Netherworld are becoming more and more wanton now. I will report this matter to the Immortal Lord truthfully," the Immortal Robe was shrouded in the Immortal Mist.
He said calmly: "You will bear the consequences when the time comes."
"Wait a minute," the middle-aged man shouted as he saw the immortal-robed being about to leave.
"What?" The immortal-robed being asked with a frown.
"This Nether Realm is the way back for the dead. How can you, a living person, come and leave whenever you want?" the middle-aged man replied.
I saw him opening his hands, and a small amount of the phantom sea surged over.
All kinds of death energy came around, bringing with them a sea of blood from hell and endless screams.
"You want to rebel," the immortal-robed being said angrily.
For a moment, his whole body was filled with fairy light, turned into a fairy sword, and fought directly.
"You've never surrendered, how can you talk about rebellion?" the middle-aged man said with a smile.
"If this were in the outside world, you could still fight with me.
But in the netherworld, you are nothing more than an ant. "
The sea of blood directly annihilated the immortal light and enveloped the existence of the immortal robe.
