Ge Qing now knew what the sound he heard was.

It turned out to be the response of ‘God’ from the underworld.

Ethereal and hoarse, the great road descends.

The road of reincarnation and death,

Swallowing souls to refine the true immortal.

Thousands of ghosts and gods pile up like black armor, covering the earth with banners flying across the sky.

The sun and menstruation spin out the mysterious breath of chaos.

The giant chariot stopped in front of everyone, as if it were a sky, a sky barrier that belonged exclusively to their underworld.

He couldn't see the true face of the person sitting on the giant chariot at all, but he didn't need to see clearly.

In his eyes, that is the road.

If you hear the Tao in the morning, you will die in the evening.

The giant chariot throne.

The crimson-haired Tushanjun slowly withdrew his gaze.

Immediately he looked towards the giant bronze door.

His eyes were calm.

"Why does the god of waste buried in time know my name?"

His words were like a breeze, blowing away the mysterious light inside the giant bronze door.

Buzz.

The swirling vortex disappears, revealing the inner reality.

God's tomb is buried in heaven and earth.

But Aragami didn't seem to be dead.

A huge head was raised from the grave, shaped like a giant snake and with a strange human face.

The giant wings that shield the sun from the sky are like an unfolded dome.

Tu Shanjun has indeed never seen such a desolate god.

There are countless kinds of 'gods', and although they are also a type of all living things, they are naturally powerful and possess supreme power.

There are some powerful ancient gods who are the embodiment of the Great Dao, such as the God of Water, the God of Fire, the God of Thunder... The little girl from the sect is the reincarnation of the Sword God.

The god's face was full of astonishment.

The giant wings curled up, as if trying to hide their appearance.

Not to mention Tushanjun, Pioneer Officer Duo Huoqi also noticed that something was unusual.

The four little ones looked at each other and saw something in each other's eyes.

Di Lin sent a message and asked: 'Is the other party afraid?'

'Definitely!'

'This is the God of our underworld.'

'But, he didn't ask us to invite him.'

'What's he afraid of if we really invite him?'

'Who knows.'

The four little ones didn't dare to say anything.

They were all standing here holding their breath and their faces were flushed. Of course they were not afraid, they were excited.

Survival is secondary. Being able to see the legendary characters with my own eyes is beyond words, not to mention that they seem to have made great achievements.

Looking at that face, Tu Shanjun's expression suddenly changed.

Feeling the other person's aura of inspiration, a trace of surprise flashed in his eyes.

Surprised: "Dun Yi."

"It's me."

"You are still alive!"

Tu Shanjun's livid face showed a hint of a sinister smile, and he looked at the other person with his immortal eyes.

He said coldly: "Your cultivation is too complex. Although you are lucky enough to be called the Dao Lord, but if your divine power and magic power are combined with faith, if you are not good at it, you will be called the vessel for the resurrection of the wild god."

Dunyi, who stole Quetzalcoatl, still nodded with difficulty and admitted his identity.

He said helplessly: "The ancient feathered serpent, the god of drought."

"You don't have to be helpless, I will take away your soul and help you escape!"

Tu Shanjun stood up from his chariot.

If it hadn't been for Dun Yin to hide himself back then, Daheishan would not have fallen, and he would not have experienced nine deaths. Even Jinghong almost died in the hands of the opponent.

He thought that Dunyi would die in Yuanyang Region or some other world.

That's right, how could such a monk die?

Tu Shanjun has shown great ruthlessness and insidious planning since he was a child, which made Tushanjun unable to sleep or eat well for a period of time.

He tried every possible means to kill "Four-Nine", but unfortunately he failed and allowed him to escape.

Tu Shanjun is lucky that God still allows Dun Yi to live, and he can personally settle the cause and effect of that year while he is still alive.

"Wait a minute!"

Dunyi shouted to stop.

Tu Shanjun indifferently summoned the soul flag.

Dun Yi quickly said: "I know where Yan Fu is."

"Thank you, I will know it soon."

Dun Yi yelled: "If you kill me, you will help him."

Tu Shanjun paused, thinking about the authenticity of the other person's words.

Dunyi stopped pretending at all.

He was really pushed into a desperate situation by Yan Fu, even more extreme than his master, the True Ancestor of the Spiritual Demon Sect.

Even so, he was extremely reluctant to ask Tushanjun for help.

Yanfu is the immediate crisis, Tushanjun is the future danger.

With the other party's vengeful temperament, asking for help from the other party is tantamount to throwing yourself into a trap. He might die before he finishes speaking and become a soul in the flag.

But now he really has no choice.

He has been recuperating since he escaped from Daohun. However, he knew that he could not resist Yan Fu with his own strength, so he turned to this powerful enemy for help.

He is extremely talented and has unparalleled talents. It is not easy to reach this level.

I thought that Tushanjun would be equal to him at best.

He lives in the tomb of the gods and can only use the earth gods and creatures under his control to find out the news. However, as Tu Shanjun said, the power he can use is limited.

After learning that the underworld had appeared in his territory, he immediately spread the news and attracted the other party to come.

The purpose is to find Tushanjun.

Unexpectedly, when they met again, Tu Shanjun had already left him far away.

The aura of spiritual intelligence is terrifying and terrifying, and the profound aura of the avenue is enduring. Although it is clearly standing in front of him, it seems to be everywhere. He can only barely see the footprints left by the opponent.

Duntou once felt a sense of frustration. He didn't feel this way when he didn't get the blood jade gourd.

"How far have you...reached in your cultivation?" Dunyi lowered his voice.

Tushanjun was still deep in thought.

He felt that it would be better to settle the account directly. Although Dunyi was far inferior to him, with his stronger cultivation, he could cause greater damage. He was a cold-blooded person, and he did not want to forgive the other party.

Worrying about the life of Taoist brother Yuen Yan, he had to listen to what the other party said.

But once he raised his hand to let the opponent go, Tushanjun felt that he was letting the tiger go back to the mountain, and he might cause trouble again.

Moreover, Yuan Shengming Demon once promised that his karma would ensure his immortality.

Tu Shanjun frowned. The big shot's promise was somewhat credible, but after all, it was not as good as his own control.

Things that others promise you don't count, only things that you can make your own decisions count.

'Dig out all the information, deal with Jamfu and kill him.'

Tu Shanjun thought so.
To be continued...