All Heavens Immortal Martial Arts

Following Emperor Yama, Qin Lifeng was never besieged by those ghosts on the way. And in the place of Emperor Yama, he also knew the real origin of these ghosts.

It turned out that these ghosts were all the powerhouses who had been assassinated by Yan Luodian in the past dynasties. After they died, some of their souls were collected and raised in the Styx River. The existence of the source of the river has become one of the details of the Yama Temple.

The ghosts in the real cave are not the most powerful. There have been some pure-yang real immortals killed in the Yan Luo Temple. Now, on both sides of the source of the Styx, there is a ghost emperor comparable to the pure-yang realm.

There is even a legend that at the end of the Styx River, there is an ancient soul that was suppressed before eternity, and its power... surpasses pure Yang.

The closer he got to the source of the Ming River, the more Qin Lifeng felt a chill. It was a thrilling coldness, and it revealed the breath of death that could not be tolerated in this world.

Suddenly, Emperor Yama stopped his progress and bowed to the darkness in front of him: "Ancestor, this disciple brought him!"

The next moment, in this endless darkness, a faint blue light burst into bloom, and with an irresistible force, it instantly enveloped the two of them. Qin Lifeng's pure Yang cultivation base did not have the ability to resist at all.

When they landed again, Qin Lifeng and Emperor Yan Luo appeared together on a lonely boat. At the end of the boat stood a thin figure with his back to the two of them. He did not have the slightest breath of cultivation, but it gave people the feeling It's... terrifying.

This lonely boat was driving on the terrifying Styx River, and countless ghosts lingered on both sides, but none of them dared to offend, and even their faces were full of awe.

After Emperor Yan Luo sent Qin Lifeng here, he left, leaving Qin Lifeng alone. Taking a deep breath, Qin Lifeng took a step forward, bowed his head and said, "Junior Qin Lifeng, I have seen my ancestor, but I don't know the name of my ancestor?"

The figure turned back suddenly, it was an old man with white eyebrows, but his hair was purple and strange. After looking at Qin Lifeng for a while with black pupils, he said, "This old man is one of the ten ghosts, Jiao Tuo!"

"Ten Netherworlds?!" Qin Lifeng's heart flashed with shock when he heard the name.

According to the ancient legend of Yan Luo Temple, Yan Luo Temple itself is not a sect born from the human race, but originated from the Demon Race, which was jointly created by ten Demon Race powerhouses, and those ten powerful people are called... respect.

The existence of these ten ghosts is far older than the history of the Yama Temple itself, and can even be traced back to the beginning of the Middle Ages, the era of the three emperors and five emperors, the first emperor, and the emperor.

At that time, it was more than a million years from the current Datian World.

If the old man in front of him is really one of the ten ghosts, then his terrifyingness is absolutely beyond imagination, far more terrifying than any known gods and demons.

With thoughts flashing in his heart, Qin Lifeng hurriedly greeted him and said, "Qin Lifeng has seen the old man."

"Yeah!" The figure of the old man moved suddenly, and in the next moment, he appeared in front of Qin Lifeng, less than a foot away from him, very close, his purple hair fluttering, his black pupils looked at him, and there was a faint flash of depth. .

"Being able to prove pure yang at the age of less than two years old, you are already the most outstanding in the history of Yama Temple, this old man is very satisfied." The old man nodded first, and then said: "Today, the old man made a hexagram, It seems that there is a disciple of the younger generation who will come to see me with important things, it seems that it has been confirmed by you, let’s talk about it first, what’s the matter?”

The old man's tone was very flat, but Qin Lifeng felt a shocking coldness here. With his spiritual sense, the ordinary old man who seemed to be very approachable was actually a piece of ice that never melted, freezing all directions. .

Not daring to say more, Qin Lifeng immediately evoked a trace of that imprint from his primordial spirit, and bowed, "Respected the old man, this disciple was inadvertently possessed by this thing. But I can't do anything about it myself, so I want to ask you to solve it."

At the moment when the breath of the imprint appeared, a gleam of light flashed in the dark pupil of the old man, his sleeve robe waved suddenly, and his thin palm immediately pressed against Qin Lifeng.

An earth-shattering chill shrouded the radius of a million miles in an instant, and the water of the Stygian River turned into ice at this very moment.

Qin Lifeng was shocked to find that his body and soul were frozen without any resistance under this chill, making it difficult to move at all.

I can only watch, the old man pointed his finger into his eyebrows, and the cold air shot into the depths of his soul, the mark was excited, and a black light was emitted to resist the chill.

"Hmph, although it is the thoughts of gods and demons, but separated by a world, how can you resist the power of the old man, what's more, even if you are here, the old man can kill you!" The old man, a touch of earth-shattering coercion erupted from his body, causing the sky to change color, the sky and the earth to lose color, and all ways to retreat.

He stands there, like the world, the only ruler!

The power of gods and demons, looking down at the world.

As he waved his sleeve robe, a dark blue airflow hit the mark, wrapped it in an instant, forcing it out of Qin Lifeng's body, and then the endless chill continued to erode the depths of the mark.

"You are too much, you know who this seat is!" Suddenly, a hoarse voice came out from the mark, with a domineering aura that made the world worship.

Qin Lifeng nodded his head away from the old man. He guessed it right. The mark itself is a divine sense of the power of the gods and demons.

That God-Devil Realm Great Expert came from... beyond the sky.

Staring at the mark~www.wuxiaspot.com~, the old man snorted coldly, showing no mercy, and threw his big sleeves over.

Although the owner of the imprint is also a cultivator of gods and demons, his real body is far away from the sky and crosses the border, but a trace of spiritual thoughts, how can he be against the real power of gods and demons?

In an instant, the mark was captured by the old man.

"Now, you can talk about your identity!" Holding the frozen mark, the old man said flatly.

After a moment of silence, a voice finally came out of the mark: "Senluo has no boundaries, six realms are impermanent! This seat is the king of the Li clan in the six realms of Senluo, secret! This fellow Daoist, your strength makes me admire, For the things entrusted to your junior, I can apologize, but I hope you can let go of my spiritual sense, my fellow Taoist. In the future, I will be very grateful for the arrival of my true body. You Datian Demon Sect, forever form an alliance, advance and retreat together."

After initially testing out the unfathomable cultivation of the old man, the self-proclaimed powerhouse from another realm changed his attitude from strong to soft for a while.

Hearing the name of Senluo Six Paths Realm, the old man couldn't help but ponder.