It is one level higher than the divine envoy, and even higher is the divine master.
The envoy's combat power is at the peak level. The Demonic Sound General is probably even more powerful than King Wu Zuobai, who is at the peak level.
Only the four palace masters can compare.
This kind of character is invincible in the four secret realms.
Of course Jian Wushuang must be treated with caution.
"You are very good. I heard about you from Wu Zuo!" Demonic Sound God General said calmly.
Jian Wushuang was a little flattered. He didn't expect that he was so famous. Not only the fifth-level emperor of the original universe knew him, but also the Demonic Sound Divine General.
The Demonic Sound God General raised his hand, a ray of light descended, and the dark red ground underground began to collapse, eventually turning into a purgatory of churning magma.
"Entering here is just the first step. There are three bridges in this purgatory. Everything depends on your luck!"
Jian Wushuang looked at the purgatory at his feet, his mind was shaken, and he replied: "Yes!"
Although I feel great danger, there are also great opportunities that come with it.
His figure began to sink. From above, it looked like a purgatory, but when he reached below, it was a completely different scene.
After he entered purgatory, the ground returned to dark red, as if it had never changed.
Demonic Sound God General slowly opened his eyes, looked across the space, looked at Jian Wushuang, and thought in his heart: "The darling of the times? Is he really that powerful?"
He had just recovered and his strength had returned to its peak.
The fallen character revived again. Although his strength was restored, he had no hope of becoming the Lord of the Universe in this life.
Unwilling!
If that's the case, it's better to die.
He who is alive now is just a trace of soul picked out by the real spirit from the past timeline. If he takes out his body and puts his soul in, is he really him?
Thinking of this, Demonic Sound God General slowly closed his eyes.
After entering purgatory, Jian Wushuang saw a narrow path in front of him. There was nothing special about it, and there was no resistance. There was no benefit in walking along it. It was surrounded by darkness, and he could only follow this path. If he strayed off the path, it would be possible.
Lost.
"It's interesting. This should be a special space, not a cave!"
There is a big difference between special space and cave sky.
Continuing along this road, Jian Wushuang finally reached the first bridge.
Under the bridge is hot magma, and on the bridge are the undead souls.
These souls are unstable, similar to the spirits after the death of the emperor, but they are much stronger. Each one is at the emperor level. They wander unconsciously, only walking on the bridge, and there are hundreds of wandering souls.
Although the strength of these wandering souls is good, they are all third-level emperors, who are they looking down on!
Jian Wushuang took a step forward, and thousands of sword energy exploded behind him, directly scattering the wandering souls on the bridge.
Ruined!
At the moment when the wandering soul dispersed, the entire bridge began to collapse. Jian Wuyan couldn't see it anymore and could only retreat, but the bridge disappeared?
"This is?"
Jian Wushuang was a little confused.
"Is it related to wandering souls?" he thought to himself.
If this is the case, at least give him a chance, such as returning to the starting point or something. What should I do if there is no way out halfway.
You can’t just fly there!
With that powerful tugging force, he probably would have fallen into the magma below before he could even fly over.
The lava can't hurt him, but the wild beasts in the lava are genuine sixth-order emperors. He will only die if he falls.
"What should we do?" Jian Wushuang touched his head.
I glanced at the magma below, took a step back, swam over and said nothing.
Even if he transforms into a wild beast, he will still be recognized and there is no way he can get away with it.
I groped around and found nothing but weeds all over my body.
What is this purgatory for?
Feeling helpless, he could only walk towards the back.
Go back along the original path. This journey will take you a hundred years.
When I came here, I obviously only walked for an hour, but when I went back, I walked for a hundred years. The key is that I haven't reached the place where I came from.
He regretted it halfway and turned back again, walking towards the bridge, only to find that he couldn't go anywhere and could only go to the end in one way.
Hundreds, thousands, ten thousand years.
Jian Wushuang originally held on to hope, but finally began to give up, and even shouted the name of the Demonic Sound General to the sky, wanting to get out.
But in this hellish place, no one responded even if I shouted to heaven and earth.
Slowly, he began to feel tired. As he walked, he lost his human form and his body became sloppy, just like the dead soul he saw on the bridge.
Just walking unconsciously like this, the consciousness in my heart gradually began to disappear.
He himself didn't know how long he had been walking, and the power of his divine body had been completely exhausted without being replenished. Fortunately, his physical body was immortal, and he at least still looked like a human being.
I don't know how much time passed, but suddenly a figure appeared in front of me.
The figure was illusory and transparent, and there was a skeleton behind the figure, which should have been left behind by the physical body.
Without the physical body and the divine body, all that is left is the soul.
As for the origin, it is long gone.
The moment he saw the figure, Jian Wushuang seemed to see hope.
A flash of spring water burst out from Mustard Seed, instantly replenishing his divine body. Then his eyes began to brighten, and his steps became faster.
He went from limping to walking normally and ran directly behind him.
This time he did not take action, but rushed in front of the figure, trying to wake him up.
He finally understood that the wandering souls on the bridge were probably the cultivators who came here. After killing those wandering souls, the bridge would disappear. Although he didn't understand why now, it had something to do with the cultivators.
Now I have finally seen a practitioner again, why is he not excited?
After seeing the face of the other party's soul clearly, Jian Wushuang was a little surprised. Isn't this "Wanyan" who entered the Demonic Sound Palace one step before him?
The other party was even worse than him, his consciousness had been weakened to the point of no perception, and no matter how he screamed, he couldn't wake him up.
Jian Wushuang raised his hand and used two big ear-scratchers. Unfortunately, the opponent was in a soul state and couldn't hit them at all.
In the end, he could only bear the pain and took out countless sacred stones and forced them on the opponent.
With a little bit of strength gathering, Wanyan's eyes began to show light spots, and his consciousness gradually returned.
The moment the other person wakes up and sees the person in front of him clearly, he becomes alert instantly.
"Jian Wushuang!" Wanyan recognized Jian Wushuang. He had seen Jian Wushuang when Jian Wushuang was recognized by the origin.
Then he recalled what he had done to get here before he realized what he had done. With the help of the power of the divine stone, he restored his divine body and condensed his physical body, and his origin reached its peak.
After recovering, Wanyan quickly took out a set of clean robes from the mustard and put them on.
"Thanks a lot this time!"
Jian Wushuang waved his hands and said, "Isn't this the time to talk about this? Isn't it because of that bridge that fellow Taoist is like this?"
If this is the case, then the dead souls on that bridge are not for them to kill at all, but to be saved.