After leaving the Hall of Yama, Ye Chen took Kui Niu to the direction of the ghost city.

The most urgent task is to help Kui Niu condense his soul.

The soul condenses the soul, which consumes a lot and takes a long time.

The process of condensed soul will be very slow and will take quite a long time.

In the past, he and Zhao Yun were in the eighteenth level of hell, and had the help of the sea of ​​soul power, and by chance he condensed the soul.

But Kui Niu is different. Without the support of powerful soul power, he can only use the method of planting souls to condense his natal soul step by step.

Fortunately, he has three months and is quite affordable.

More importantly, he had a little financial resources this time, no less than when he first came to the underworld, when he was really poor.

With enough financial resources, everything is easy to do. With money, you can make ghosts push. In the underworld, the most important thing you lack is ghosts.

"Lao Qi, there is an emperor in this underworld?" When passing by Guishan, Kui Niu couldn't help but turn his head and asked tentatively.

"It's true that there is, the master of the underworld." Ye Chen said with a smile.

"It's really shocking." Kui Niu grinned.

Who would have thought that there was a living emperor in the underworld, who was the supreme existence, and even thought it was unreal.

It is a great honor to be able to live under the rule of the Emperor.

Unfortunately, this great emperor is in the underworld, not in the heavens.

Just imagine, if there is a great emperor in charge of the ten thousand realms, the demons will not have to fight as fiercely as they are, and countless creatures will be buried.

"The underworld is much more interesting than you think." Ye Chen smiled, and stepped forward in one step, increasing the speed.

"Even the Great Emperor, what's impossible?" Kui Niu took a deep breath and followed Ye Chen's footsteps tightly.

Soon after, the two of them fell down and joined forces into the ghost town.

Ye Chen is fine. He has been here for a long time and has become accustomed to it.

However, Kuiniu was sighing all the way. Except for the black spots, the rest of the underworld seemed to be no different from the living.

However, although the streets of the Ghost Town were lively, he could not help but shivered. The whole city was full of ghosts, and there was a chill behind him.

Ye Chen smiled and led the Kui Niu to appear in stores. He bought elixirs, without exception, all of which replenished his soul power.

After walking around for a long time, the two of them walked into Yijian's alley and spent 1,500 Mingshi to rent a small garden.

The small garden is not big, only a hundred feet in size, with an old tree and two stone houses hidden in the darkness, just like dusk.

The underworld is full of cold winds, and the small garden is no exception.

Or, no matter where you go, it is gloomy, the underworld! It must look like the underworld.

"Why is there a red lantern hanging in front of every room?" Kui Niu scratched his head, "This is a custom in the underworld?"

"God knows." Ye Chen smiled and waved his hand to sacrifice an altar, but carved the array pattern and arranged the concentrating magic array.

"It's better for us in the world." Kuiniu muttered.

"After I die, have you ever been to the Hengyue Sect of my Great Chu?" Ye Chen asked while carving the formation patterns.

"I have been there, and there is your tomb." Kui Niu said sadly.

"I would rather not." Ye Chen smiled, his voice hoarse, and there was a hint of vicissitudes in his deep eyes.

"It's better to leave a thought for a while." Kui Niu said with a smile.

"It can be seen that my master." Ye Chen was full of hope.

"I haven't seen it." Kui Niu shook his head, "When I heard that you died, she almost turned into a deed and was sealed by the Kunlun Goddess."

Hearing this, Ye Chen's body trembled suddenly, so that even the formation patterns were engraved, and his heart, like iron, also hurt.

He could imagine how heartache Chu Xuan would be after he died.

After waiting for the past and present, three hundred years have passed, missing again and again, and becoming more cruel again and again.

Even though he was clearly in love, he was fooled by God. A relationship was full of holes, and he and her were all devastated.

As for her sealed by Donghuang Taixin, he was not surprised.

This is related to Ruoxi, and Chu Xuan is mostly related to it. How could Donghuang Taixin let her die before she figured out?

"If you want me to tell me, Da Chu will stop guarding the Heavenly Gate."

"It should be put in the demons and let the prehistoric tribes taste it."

"When the demons invaded, they could not hide."

"This demon was defeated and all ran out to cause trouble."

Kui Niu continued to speak, and the more he spoke, the more angry he became. The eyes of the bull shone coldly, and his hatred for the prehistoric clan was no less than that of the demons.

"One day, the prehistoric world will rise." Ye Chen's words were plain, and he used this expression to conceal his anger.

"If you go back, you will be able to lead all areas and create glory again." Kui Niu looked solemn and was extremely confident in Ye Chen.

"I can go back." Ye Chen smiled and withdrew his magical powers. "Sit on the altar array, I will help you condense your soul."

"Okay!" Kui Niu stood up, stepped onto the altar in one step, and sat cross-legged, like an old monk sitting in meditation, with a solemn appearance.

Ye Chen was immobilized, and the divine light flashed between his eyebrows, and the fire of the soul surged, drowned Kui Niu and helped him refine the impurities of the soul.

Then, a wisp of primordial spirit, which is planted into the Kui Niu soul body, is like a seed, which will take root and sprout and condense the primordial spirit.

Next, the essence of soul power was pulled from Ye Chen's body and integrated into the Kui Niu soul body, which could also be regarded as strengthening his soul.

Finally, many pills that replenish soul power were also crushed.

After doing all this, Ye Chen let out a sigh and then stepped out.

On the altar, the Kui Niu was still sitting cross-legged, and his soul power gradually increased.

Under the old tree, Ye Chen snuggled up and looked up quietly at Piaomiao.

Through the Yin and Yang, he seemed to be able to see the starry sky, and also seemed to be able to see the familiar figures.

He was desperate to go back, but he missed his hometown too much.

But he knew that even if he went back at this moment, it would be useless.

Even the saint-level Southern Emperor was defeated, and his quasi-saint-level defeat was also defeated. He was terrible.

He needs to improve his cultivation. Even if he wants to leave, he still needs to bring Chu Ling. He cannot leave her alone in the underworld.

The root of it is still cultivation. Only when the realm reaches a saint can he ascend to the position of the Ming general and be qualified to meet Chu Ling.

"Wait for me." Ye Chen's expression was blurred and his eyes were hazy.

A gust of cold wind blew, and he closed his eyes and fell into a deep sleep.

The garden is quiet, sometimes there are howling sounds, sometimes there are evil ghosts, but they are driven away on the spot by Ye Chen's ban.

There was a faint moonlight slanted downwards, sprinkling on Ye Chen's face.

His little finger trembled slightly, but his calm expression showed a hint of pain and his brows were frowning tightly.

In a vague situation, his mind was pulled into a state of artistic conception.

In the artistic conception, there is a vast starry sky, boundless, and stars shining with stars, brilliant and gorgeous.

"This is...the worlds of heavens and ten thousand fields." Ye Chen looked at the four directions in shock, very sure that this artistic conception was the worlds of heavens and ten thousand fields.

"Dream back to the heavens?" He scratched his head, with a strange expression.

When he was stunned, he suddenly saw the starry sky trembling and a roar suddenly started.

In the distance, a figure walked through the air, with a majestic figure.

The man was wearing golden armor, holding a battle halberd, and his blonde hair was floating, and every strand was dyed with divine light.

His eyes were deep and boundless, surrounded by the sky and the earth, and had the supreme way, which evolved itself and outlined the vision of destroying the sky.

But he seems to be very old, with many wrinkles on his face and a long beard. Although his back is tall, he has a hint of hunchback.

He was seriously injured, covered in blood and countless scars. Every step he took was a blood-colored footprint.

Ye Chen narrowed his eyes slightly, staring at the man's eyebrows, and there was an ancient divine pattern engraved with a divine pattern that was exclusive to the holy body.

In other words, that person is an ancient holy body.

Moreover, it is also an ancient holy body from the age of 1980 to the age of old age.

"My younger generation, Ye Chen, have seen his ancestors." Ye Chen hurriedly saluted, in awe, even though the holy body could not see him.

After he finished his tribute, the old holy body had stopped.

Maybe he was too tired, maybe he was too seriously injured, maybe he was too old, so he sat in the starry sky, buried his head, and was about to fall asleep, and his whole body was much darker.

Ye Chen went over and squatted beside the old holy body.

Looking at the old face of the old holy body, he couldn't help but stretch out his hand, wanting to wipe away the vicissitudes and traces of time for him.

The old holy body is too old, and life is about to end and the end is coming.
To be continued...