This palace-style building is black and has no sense of festiveness. But it is normal to think about it. After all, this is Fengdu City and it cannot be the same as outside.

First, the other party was a saint, and second, Chen Pan did not dare to act rashly when he was saved by his life, so he walked slowly inside with caution.

There are many sculptures and stone carvings in the palace, all of which are horrifying things about ghosts and monsters, which adds a bit of weirdness here.

As we walked along the way, although we could see many traces of Tao, it was obvious that they had not started and were in a static state.

What surprised Chen Pan was that he had not seen anyone, guards, servants, etc., all the way in, which was a bit illogical.

I have heard that the ghost saint Zhou Tianming, the lord of Fengdu City, is like a king-like existence here. I learned from the conversation with the two guards at the door that their Nether clan basically obeys the ghost saint unconditionally. There will be no servants and guards in a king's palace, which is always strange.

Chen Pan kept moving forward, and the Ghost Saint seemed to have no hidden breath in order to guide him forward, and soon walked into an extremely spacious hall.

The entire hall had no pillars, chairs, tables, or even any decorations, and was empty. There were several windows on both sides, but the light seemed extremely dim, as if a layer of lingering obscurity blocked the light outside, making the entire hall look even more deserted. A black stone paved the floor until the end, and there was a tall throne, with a young man in black clothes and black hair sitting on it. It was the Ghost Saint Zhou Tianming.

Just like back then, Zhou Tianming's appearance did not change at all, but his aura seemed to be stronger, and the feeling that Chen Pan seemed to be faintly close to Amitabha Buddha. Even if this monster who has become a saint for two hundred years has not reached it, he is probably very close to the Hunyuan realm. Perhaps only a pervert like the Three-Foot Sword dares to say that he is more talented than this person.

There is no doubt that Zhou Tianming is stronger than before, but the feeling of loneliness is stronger than that before. This man who killed all his lover, brothers and masters and had just ascended to the throne. He felt guilt, self-blame, regret, or anything else in his heart, and no one could understand.

Unintentionally, Chen Pan could even feel a feeling of despair from him, Sha Na Jian. He seemed to understand why there was only Zhou Tianming here and there was no one else.

Once upon a time, the throne was his beloved mentor, and he and other brothers were listening to teachings under this throne. At that time, it must have been very lively, with strict guidance, laughter and joy. Maybe they would fight and make trouble, but they felt that every little thing was happiness.

Unfortunately, all of this changed later. The beloved mentor turned into a demon. The brothers of the past suspicious and turned against each other, and finally fought each other. After only a hundred years, the only one in the hall was Zhou Tianming, who is now on the throne. Those who are dead don’t know what to think, but those who are alive may not necessarily have happiness.

Everything here will cause deep memories from Zhou Tianming. Perhaps the figure of any person will remind him of many. Sending everyone away and leaving himself alone will also bring memories, but not too much. Perhaps the best way of life is to live.

Walking to the throne, Chen Pan gave a big gift and said respectfully: "My younger generation Chen Pan. Have seen Senior Ghost Saint."

"No need to be polite, sit down!" Zhou Tianming did not see any movement, and suddenly there was a chair behind Chen Pan. Even though he was extremely mentally powerful, he didn't know how it appeared.

"If you haven't seen each other for more than a hundred years, you are much stronger than in Yunmengze back then. You are indeed amazingly talented." Zhou Tianming said.

When we met by chance, we were in a hurry. Now a hundred years have passed. Unexpectedly, the other party still remembers himself. Chen Pan was not only a little flattered, but hurriedly returned: "It's just luck, I dare not say talent." In front of others, Chen Pan might be able to raise his tail, but in front of this monster who has become a saint for two hundred years, the so-called talent is purely a show of his skills.

"I just took action at will, but I didn't expect to save Ruoduogenius. Zhao Lei, Meng Xuan, Yang Zhu, and you and Song Zhe have now become the people who stir up the world. Without you, this era would probably lose a lot of color." Zhou Tianming said slowly.

This speech gave a very high evaluation to several people, which made Chen Pan even more embarrassed. He could only get up and say, "I haven't thanked my senior for saving my life."

Zhou Tianming shook his head: "It's a simple task, no need to mention it. I was also bullied by some so-called seniors back then, and I just saw injustice. But you feel bad about being chased by people all over the world."

Chen Pan was stunned for a moment, not understanding why Zhou Tianming mentioned this, but nodded: "I don't say it for a lifetime, I can't do many things, I can't help myself, and I feel extremely uncomfortable."

Zhou Tianming nodded: "I can understand, especially sometimes I know where some people I care about are, and even close to you. Not only do I dare not meet, but I even have to find ways to stay away from them for their safety."

Speaking of this, Zhou Tianming's eyes suddenly became a little confused, and it seemed that he remembered many things. Back then, in order to cultivate the most powerful disciples, his master offered a large reward, allowing monks from all over the country to chase him and all the alliances for more than a hundred years. The pain was probably even worse than Chen Pan.

Chen Pan sighed: "Yes!" There are many things that both of them can feel, without saying anything.

"Do you have any plans in the future?" Zhou Tianming asked again.

Chen Pan felt a little strange, but just a chance meeting. Why did Zhou Tianming care so much about his own affairs? He still replied seriously: "I haven't made a decision for the time being, I'm just going to go to the evil cultivation world to take a look."

When he said this, he suddenly felt aroused his heart, remembering the strange thing, and asked again: "I wonder if my senior has ever seen such a person with four noses and two mouths..." As he said that, he described the strange look to Zhou Tianming. The other party was a real saint and the master of the ghost world in Fengdu, maybe he knew it.

Zhou Tianming frowned, then nodded: "I have seen this person. He seems to be practicing the devouring Taoist pattern. He once came to my Fengdu Ghost Realm to devour the spirits and the people of the Nether tribe. He has a strong cultivation level. I seriously injured him, but I failed to keep him. Later, I ran to the Nanlin Demon Realm. Is there any problem?"

For some reason, Chen Pan had an inexplicable sense of trust in Zhou Tianming. Perhaps because he had saved his life, he hurriedly told him what happened in Mitotan that day.

"I'm worried that this weird person will be a monster created by the evil cultivation world and will be used in this fairy battle." Chen Pan said the suspicion in his heart, then looked at Zhou Tianming, waiting for his opinion. It will not be continued...
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