Ren Kuang has not forgotten this mission, which is to help Deng Yinzhu refine the Underworld Throne.
The induction of the throne is intermittent, and it is really difficult to determine where it is.
However, now that Deng Yinzhu feels it again, it is a good thing.
Deng Yinzhu closed her eyes, held the token in her hand, and felt it calmly.
Her consciousness was like traveling through the Huangquan River, moving forward in the darkness.
Suddenly, her face lit up.
Ahead is the source of the fluctuations.
It was a huge palace wrapped in darkness.
Countless dark warriors stood outside the palace with an imposing momentum.
Two huge characters floated over the palace.
hell!
"Who is so bold as to spy on this king and seek death?"
Deng Yinzhu was about to enter the palace and find the specific location of the throne when a loud shout suddenly sounded.
A terrifying storm of soul power roared in, seeming to annihilate her.
Deng Yinzhu let out a frightened soul roar.
Her cultivation level simply cannot withstand such a terrifying impact.
boom!
Suddenly, a pure and powerful wave of soul power rushed out of her body, forming a matrix that swallowed up the storm.
Deng Yinzhu's soul sensation returned to his body instantly.
Sweating all over.
But she saw Ren Kuang's hand on her shoulder, looking at her with concern.
If Ren Kuang hadn't taken action at the critical moment, the core of her soul would have collapsed long ago.
The power of seven stars!
The master of hell has definitely reached the seven-star cultivation level.
Just a random shout can shatter the soul of a six-star strong man.
"Are you okay?"
Ren Kuang did not ask about the results immediately, but was worried about her health.
This made Deng Yinzhu feel a sweet feeling in her heart.
"Fortunately, I only saw a huge palace with the word hell on it."
"The throne should be inside."
"But, now I can't feel it anymore."
Deng Yinzhu felt a little melancholy and worried.
Apparently, the throne is occupied by a powerful being.
Ren Kuang was startled: "Hell? Is it the core of the hell realm?"
The entire six paths of reincarnation is composed of countless matrices.
The space folding technology used involves the origin of space.
It can be big or small.
Since the entire Six Paths of Reincarnation Continent has fallen, the Six Paths naturally have their own unique control core.
The core of control of the human race is the Tiangong.
At this moment, it has been occupied by the sheep tribe and used as a fortress.
This palace was probably refined by a super strong person.
Yang Wanjin sent a message: "The place she mentioned should be the Hall of Hell."
"Back then, I saw it from a distance."
"However, theoretically, it is impossible for outsiders to refine these control centers."
Ren Kuang's expression was shocked: "Could it be Daotian's soul clone?"
Yang Wanjin said: "It's very possible."
"It is impossible for the creatures in this world to master such advanced laws as the reincarnation matrix."
Ren Kuang took a deep breath, feeling a little tricky.
Yang Wanjin said indifferently: "Master, actually I feel that the Emperor of Heaven is not that scary."
"It gives me the feeling that your strength is only a little stronger than the Seven Stars' strongest one. It's not invincible."
"After the World-Destroying God and Demon destroyed the core of reincarnation, the entire matrix collapsed and Daotian was seriously injured. His clone may not be very powerful."
Ren Kuang deeply agreed: "Yes, if they were really that strong, the Six Paths of Reincarnation would not be destroyed."
"By the way, have you used up the World-Destroying Divine Thunder back then?"
Yang Wanjin said: "No one knows how much energy it takes to destroy the Six Paths of Reincarnation. Of course, we must use all our strength."
She hesitated for a moment and said: "Master, do you want to recast the divine thunder?"
Ren Kuang did not hide anything: "Yes, I once tried to fuse the power of the three systems to form a psychic bomb, which is quite powerful."
"If we can fuse the nine systems and recreate the Chaos Divine Thunder, it's not impossible."
Others cannot do it because they cannot control the power of the nine elements.
But Ren Kuang doesn’t have this shortcoming.
Yang Wanjin gritted her teeth: "Actually, there was also a recipe for making the divine thunder that was discovered along with the divine thunder."
Ren Kuang's breathing became rapid: "Great! Do you still remember the formula?"
Yang Wanjin smiled and said: "Of course I remember, I will share it with Master right now."
After saying this, she felt relaxed.
Because it is impossible for a god to control the power of the nine elements to appear in the world, this formula has no effect on the Queen Mother.
The main body just shields some key secrets.
These insignificant memories are not blocked.
The power of the nine systems refined the power of chaos, and then compressed it using the rules of space, and finally formed this divine thunder that shocked the world.
The power of one shot is comparable to a strike from the God-Destroying Cannon.
Such a huge energy explosion is comparable to a small nuclear bomb.
No wonder the reincarnation matrix was blown up.
The formula of divine thunder has been compressed.
If the knowledge contained in it were to be described in words, it would require at least a thick book.
But for Ren Kuang, it's not that complicated.
Starting from the three series to the fusion of nine series, there are detailed methods and techniques.
Of course, it is very difficult to master this technique.
Its level of sophistication is comparable to that of craniotomy.
Moreover, this is an extremely dangerous process.
It's like manually configuring the nuclear fusion matrix. If you are not careful, you will hurt yourself.
Of course, if it succeeds, it will be equivalent to having a big killer weapon.
This thing doesn't have a time limit like the God-Destroying Cannon.
As long as you refine the finished product, you can throw a hundred of them in one go.
The various materials required are also very difficult to find.
However, Nuwa City and Bayang City are also implementing a points management system.
He releases points tasks, and millions of people in the two cities will help collect them.
After capturing the two cities, the human race's reputation was greatly shaken.
The news spread throughout the humanitarian continent.
Countless human races living in the wilderness were shocked by it and came out of the mountains to seek refuge.
In just a few days, the number of people increased by 300,000.
The strength of the military department is steadily improving.
The traitors Ergouzi were also exposed by the people and beheaded in public.
In troubled times, no one thinks there is anything wrong with using heavy codes.
Compared to being ruled by the sheep tribe before and now, there is no dignity and no personality.
The human race now feels proud and proud.
The name of the Mad Emperor has spread throughout the human continent, and no one knows it.
In the past, the human race occasionally had resistance wars.
But the thunder was loud and the rain was small, and they were eventually extinguished by the sheep tribe.
This time, everyone felt different.
Especially the identity of Mad Emperor Divine Envoy was witnessed by everyone.
The self-confidence it brings to the human race is indescribable.
In contrast, the reaction of the sheep tribe was even more intense.
An army of one million people was almost completely wiped out.
The commander of the sheep died in battle.
Even the Tiger Army, the ace in the army, was deprived of its designation.
All kinds of shame have almost never appeared in the past history.
hell.
This place is filled with darkness, comparable to the domain of the Dark Stone Monument.
The huge palace is like an ancient behemoth entrenched, bringing endless oppressive power.
The dark clan comes from the hell realm.
Born with dark attributes.
They are at home here.
Leaving the dark realm will make you feel uncomfortable.
This is also the real reason why they cannot expand.
Otherwise, with their temperament, they would have already conquered the Continent of Samsara.
But they love soul deliciousness.
Therefore, troops would be sent out to plunder from time to time.
In the past, the human race was one of their regular targets for plunder.
Later, when the human race migrated, they gradually lost interest.
It felt like the expedition was a bit more rewarding than worthwhile.
But they still maintain close cooperation with the Sheep Tribe.
Because the sheep tribe sacrifices 100,000 souls every year in exchange for peace.
But now, the sheep tribe is under counterattack by the humans and their status is not guaranteed.
Naturally, they cannot sit idly by and ignore it.
Especially when I heard about the emergence of a race of gods.
"It will be a waste of time to taste the taste of the legendary gods."
An eerie voice sounded from the throne.
It was a mass of dark evil energy.
It has no facial features, no hands and feet.
At first glance, it looks like a twisted mass of black jelly.
But the aura he exuded made people shudder.
A lump of liquid-like monster turned out to be the Lord of Hell...the King of Ten Thousand Souls!
The hell realm is the most painful world among the six realms.
This is a forbidden place for humans.
Not only is it a bone-scratching hurricane, it can melt flesh and blood in an instant.
There is also the terrifying fire of hell, which can completely annihilate the soul.
There are also countless soul toxins that can poison six-star experts.
Harsh environment, cruel Jedi.
All living beings in the hell realm undergo transformation in pain.
Only souls that have gone through countless sufferings can become true Dark Tribe people.
No one knows the year the Ten Thousand Souls King existed.
No one knows his true identity.
The only thing they know is that this is the king of hell, the absolute master.
No creature is to be offended.
Naturally, no one dares to disobey his orders.
"Dear Lord Ten Thousand Souls, my subordinates will go to the human world to hunt for the souls of the gods for you."
Tianhun, a confidant under the Thousand Souls Throne, stepped forward to ask for orders.
The three most trusted confidants of the Ten Thousand Soul King, the Heavenly Soul, the Earthly Soul, and the Human Soul, are all six-star peak powerhouses.
They usually torture the souls in the hell realm when they have nothing to do.
In the hell realm, there are various punishment tools.
Originally, the Six Paths of Reincarnation were used to punish the souls who committed crimes.
But after the core of the Six Paths of Reincarnation collapsed and fell to the human world, there were no longer any outside sinners in the hell realm.
Only these sentient beings from all walks of life who were originally cast into the hell realm are serving their sentences and suffering there.
To put it bluntly, this King of Ten Thousand Souls is a prison warden.
The cruelty of the Dark Clan can be imagined.
In their eyes, all living beings in the world are guilty and deserve to die.
"The people of the God Clan are so audacious that they dare to spy on my king. He deserves to die if he is told. My subordinate Earth Soul also applied to fight."
Earth Soul glanced at the King of Ten Thousand Souls and said loudly.
Only the human soul stood there motionless and silent.
The King of Ten Thousand Souls smiled coldly: "Human Soul, why don't you say anything?"
The human soul is a tall and burly man.
Unlike other dark tribesmen, although he is bathed in darkness, he does not feel scary.
On the contrary, there is an indescribable sense of righteousness and domineering.
"To inform my king, the gods are just legends and may not be true."
The King of Ten Thousand Souls laughed loudly: "It may not be true? Human King, you are too humble. Aren't you one of the gods created by the ancestor god Nuwa?"
"Don't you want to meet your former kin?"
"The wonderful taste of your soul has been my favorite delicacy for a long time. Unfortunately, now you have completely lost the original energy of life."
A sharp light burst out from the King's eyes.
At this moment, the dark energy in his body was as strong as substance.
The killing intent soared into the sky, as if he wanted to overturn the hall.