"It seems that the soul of life and death is here," Xu Zimo said.
The traceless instructions stopped here.
"Will it be at the foot of the mountain?" said the sage Zixia.
Because there is no breath of life and death souls on this mountain.
"Move mountains," Sage Zixia shouted.
I saw that the entire back mountain began to shake, and echoes of "rumbling" kept coming.
The mountain peak began to shake, and Saint Zixia gave a soft drink.
The mountain was lifted directly.
He carried the mountain on his back and stepped forward. A powerful force spread out and directly moved the mountain away.
But there is nothing under the mountain.
Just flat earth!
Several people frowned slightly.
"Where does this Netherworld God hide the soul of life and death?"
"Mr. Xu, is your compass correct?" Even Sage Zixia was a little confused.
Xu Zimo shook his head.
There is no trace that can go wrong, even if the ancient gods left behind, he can find it.
Not to mention the life and death soul of the great sage.
Xu Zimo waved his hand and slashed out with a sharp sword intent.
The direction of the sword's intention was to strike the mountain that Saint Zixia had just moved away.
The knife fell on the mountain, but the imaginary explosion did not sound.
Instead, a cry of pain came.
I saw this mountain mixed with light and darkness, as if it had consciousness and wanted to escape.
“This guy is really brave, transforming his soul of life and death into a mountain.
Standing tall in the Netherworld Sect.
Who would have thought of this? "Xu Zimo said with a smile.
If Wu Trace hadn't guided him here, he would have passed through this mountain.
In his eyes, it is just an ordinary mountain.
Sure enough, the most dangerous place in the world is also the safest place.
Shanfeng, who evolved from the soul of life and death, wanted to escape, but Saint Zixia obviously would not give him this chance.
The glow in his hand enveloped him, directly imprisoning the surrounding void.
“God of the Netherworld, just go in peace.
We will not resurrect you,” Sage Zixia said.
"The confrontation with the Holy Court begins with you, this lackey."
After the words of Saint Zixia fell, the surrounding rays of light were also driven by power, and they all flew towards the souls of life and death.
Although the Nether God can be resurrected with the help of the souls of life and death.
But this resurrection requires an extremely long time and cost, and it is not something you can resurrect if you want to.
Now the souls of life and death have been completely annihilated.
The Netherworld God's last scream gradually dissipated.
"It's just a pity that this world will have to take advantage of the Ten Thousand Poison Kings from now on," Fairy Haoyue said.
This land under the Netherworld Sect, after thousands of years of cultivation, is already full of power and is a precious land.
This is a good place to start a sect.
"Fellow Zixia, you can consider moving Zixia Holy Land here," Xu Zimo said with a smile.
"Anyway, you can't go back to Zixia Holy Land. I guess the Holy Court has sealed it off."
"Forget it, I'm leaving the Evil Demon Realm. There's no point in establishing a sect," Saint Zixia shook his head.
He had established Zixia Holy Land before, but he was still young and energetic after all.
At that time, he was an extraordinary talent and refused to recruit talents from all parties.
Want to build a force that can fight against the Holy Tradition.
Now that I think about it, I no longer have the desire to compete for hegemony.
………
The three of them left Ten Thousand Poison Mountain and repaired in Haoyue City for a few days.
During this period, Fairy Haoyue's injuries were almost completely healed.
A few people took the teleportation formation and prepared to go to the quiet path of the lotus pond.
"Everyone, there may be another hard battle ahead. I hope we can get through it together," Fairy Haoyue looked at Xu Zimo.
"Master Xu, please don't run away from the battle this time."
"Am I that kind of person?" Xu Zimo shook his head and laughed.
"I'm looking for Saint Zixia, but I'm not really afraid of the Holy Court."
The three of them stood in the teleportation formation.
As the powerful force traveled through time and space, the three figures disappeared into Haoyue City.
Traveling through time and space is the most boring thing.
The three of them were not chatting, and were practicing separately.
Xu Zimo has been checking the memories left by the previous generation of demon lords.
There are many secrets there.
Unknown to the world, some have even been buried in the sands of history and disappeared without a trace.
On the third day across time and space, a "rumbling" explosion suddenly came from the void where the three of them were.
The entire void seemed to be torn apart.
"Is it space turbulence?" Saint Zixia asked.
"There should be no turbulence," Fairy Haoyue said uncertainly.
“Although I don’t go to Lotus Pond Nether Path very often, the legendary formation I built is very stable.
I have never encountered turbulence in time and space. "
"That means someone is attacking the formation," Xu Zimo slowly opened his eyes and stood up.
"Holy Court?" Fairy Haoyue and both of them also thought of it at the same time.
"How did they find us?"
You must know that the three people's positions are constantly changing in time and space every second while crossing time and space.
"It's not surprising that the Holy Court has been able to stand in the Nine Realms for so long," Xu Zimo said calmly.
"Now that the location has been discovered, let's go meet them," Xu Zimo said.
The danger of crossing time and space is great.
Once attacked, if the coordinates are changed, let alone go to the quiet path of the lotus pond.
I'm afraid I don't even know where I'm going to be transported.
So a few people could only be forced to come out.
…………
Tearing the void in front of them to pieces, several people walked out.
This is a barren desert on the side.
The scorching sun shrouded the top of the head, and the sky was full of wind and sand under the feet.
Occasionally a few vultures flew by with a low cry.
"No matter what happens later, if we are defeated, we will disperse and leave.
Then we meet at the quiet path of the lotus pond," Sage Zixia reminded.
He has already thought of a way out.
"I don't know who attacked us. Come out and see us," Fairy Haoyue shouted softly.
"What do you think of the burial ground I chose for you?" came a rough voice.
The heaven and earth shook.
Several people turned around and saw an old man holding a fishing rod on the sand dune nearby.
Fishing in this desert.
It sounds ridiculous, fishing in the desert.
However, the old man's face was relaxed, he was wearing a bamboo hat, and his face was covered with wrinkles left by wind and frost.
"I don't know what to call him?" asked Sage Zixia.
"Just call me the Bone Burial Man," the old man said with a smile.
"Are you from the Holy Court?" Saint Zixia asked.
"No, but I owe that old guy the Saint Ancestor a favor," the old man said with a smile.
"By burying you, I can repay his favor."
Xu Zimo squinted his eyes slightly and looked at the old man in front of him.
There seems to be such a statue in the memory left by the previous generation of demon lords.
"Haihaiya, the Immortal Saint King?"
Xu Zimo read out his name.
The old man looked surprised and said with a smile: "It's interesting, there are still people who remember me."
"What is that?" Saint Zixia and Fairy Haoyue looked confused.
They had never heard of such an existence.
