The underworld signed in for a thousand years, reincarnated as an angry and crying empress

In the void, streaks of black air descended.

The black air is very thick, like ink, covering the entire sky.

The black air flew towards Jun's house, hovered above, and merged with the original luck.

The old Taoist looked towards Jun's house.

There are two kinds of light above.

The first type, colorful light, represents auspiciousness.

The second type, black clouds, represents ominous.

In the beginning, colorful luck accounted for half of it.

After the black air descended, it swallowed up [-]% of the colorful luck.

In the end, only [-]% of the colorful luck was left.

Moreover, as the black luck increases, the color of the colorful luck is also changing.

Wisps of black air penetrated into the colorful luck, and the colorful color turned red.

"Blood evil spirit..."

"The Jun family has a catastrophe!"

In the current Jun family, black air occupies [-]%.

Blood evil spirit occupies [-]%.

The slightest auspiciousness is gone.

If it continues like this, the Jun family will surely perish.

"Mingyue, let's get out of here quickly... This gentleman's house won't last long, and we won't be able to keep it..."

......

Jun Family Hall.

Zudi Zhize was sitting in the main hall, holding the Qiushui Xianjian in his arms, stroking it fondly.

His eyes glanced out of the window from time to time, as if waiting for something.

"Hunyuan has been away for so long, he should be back soon..."

"Solve Li Heng, one punch..."

Recently, he was sitting in Jun's house. Although the demons came to attack him several times, he was easily repelled.

bang bang bang...

There were hurried footsteps in the yard.

Jun Buhui hurriedly ran into the hall.

Emperor Zhize raised his head and asked doubtfully, "Is there any good news?"

Jun Buhui wiped the cold sweat off his forehead, and said: "Emperor Zu, there is no good news... Come to the ancestral hall to have a look, something serious has happened..."

"Ancestral Temple!"

Hearing these two words, Zhi Ze finally couldn't sit still.

Quickly got up, followed Jun Buhui, and headed to the location of the ancestral hall.

Behind the Jun's house, there is a large ancestral hall. All the famous people in the family will enshrine the longevity tablets in the ancestral hall.

In front of the tablet, there is an ever-bright fairy lamp.

This kind of fairy lamp is a kind of fairy treasure, once it is lit, it will never go out.

Among them, the candlestick can absorb the fairy energy between heaven and earth, and supply the candle to burn for a long time.

There is only one situation in which these ever-burning lights will go out.

That is the death of the corresponding person.

Jun Buhui just got the news that Hunyuan Zudi's candle was not burning well and might go out at any time, so he hurriedly called Zudi.

The two came to the ancestral hall and walked towards the end.

Here is a large table with only two tablets on it.

Originally, there were three signs here, which were the three ancestors of the Jun family.

Later, Emperor Hongsheng died, and the tablet was removed.

Chapter 467

On the table, the tablet on the left is the Hunyuan ancestor of the Jun family.

The ever-burning lamp in front, the candle flame kept shaking, as if it would go out at any moment.

"Oops!" Ancestral Emperor Zhize said inwardly.

Judging from this appearance, Hunyuan must have encountered some kind of catastrophe.

May die at any time.

"Emperor Hunyuan will definitely be able to carry it over!" Jun Buhui said expectantly.

"Yeah!" Emperor Zhize nodded, "Hunyuan is powerful, this time he is only going to deal with a junior from the Li family, how could there be any danger?"

"Even if the Misty Ancestor Emperor appears, he can't keep Hunyuan..."

He believed in Hunyuan's strength very much, in terms of realm, he was one level stronger than Misty Ancestor Emperor.

has great advantages.

stab...

Sudden.

The candles on the table went out...

A puff of black smoke rose from that lead wire, and the pungent smell dispersed.

Jun Buhui looked at the candle flame motionlessly as if he had been petrified.

"How did it go out..."

"Zhize Zudi, didn't you say that Hunyuan Zudi would not be in danger..."

"This..."

Everyone was stunned.

There were originally three ancestor emperors in the Jun family. The first one fell into an illusion for no reason and was killed by the demon clan.

The second one, to kill Li Heng, died again inexplicably.

Could it be that the heavens are going to perish at your house?

"No..." Zhi Ze threw away the sword in his hand, hurriedly ran to the front of the table, protecting the ever-burning lamp with his hands.

The result didn't change anything.

The ever-burning lights went out.

Never burned again.

And his mood also plummeted.

"Damn!"

"How could Hunyuan die!"

"How did you die?"

"Could it be that the plan was discovered by the Li family, and the Misty Ancestor Emperor made a move?"

In his opinion, only when the Misty Ancestor Emperor takes action can the Hunyuan Ancestor Emperor die.

Absolutely nothing else will happen.

Both of them panicked.

Jun Buhui knelt down and sat on the ground, his face seemed to be stained with a layer of ink, it was terribly black.

"Emperor Zu, what shall we do..."

"Do you want to tell this news to all the clansmen..."

The death of the ancestor emperor is definitely a big event.

All members of the Jun family are asked to observe three days of silence.

"No..." Emperor Zhize's eyes kept flickering, "If you tell the story of Hunyuan's death now, the hearts of the people will definitely be lost..."

"It's harder to compete with the demons..."

The morale of the army is scattered and hundreds of divisions are defeated.

He was already tired of fighting the demons, but with this kind of bad news, the speed of defeat will definitely be faster.

Therefore, this news must not be known by the clansmen.

Even if it is hidden for five or ten years, it must be kept hidden.

It won't be too late to spread the sad news when we find another piece of Demon Sealing Immortal Gold to seal the passage of the Demon Race.

"Hmm..." Jun Buhui nodded, "Then follow what you said, conceal the news of our ancestor's death..."

"When will the demons be resolved, and then we will hold a funeral for the ancestor..."

Fortunately, Emperor Hunyuan didn't die in Jun's house, so he couldn't hide it if he wanted to.

rumbling...

Dark clouds enveloped Jun's house.

Thunder and lightning, strong winds.

Click!

A scarlet lightning came down from the sky and just landed on the top of the ancestral hall.

This crimson lightning, containing the power of thunder and fire, is very rare in the ancient world of Huangtian.

There is a formation on the ancestral temple, which can counteract the power of thunder.

The scarlet lightning just now only consumed some of the power of the formation, but did not destroy it.

click...

click...

God does not make beauty.

It seemed to be targeting Jun's family, and seven or eight crimson lightning bolts fell, all of which struck the ancestral hall.

The defensive formation finally couldn't bear it anymore, and the ancestral hall was split into two halves.

Such a big movement attracted a large number of powerful people from the Jun family to rush towards the ancestral hall.

Jun Buhui and Zhize Zudi looked at each other, they both saw the despair in each other's eyes.

Originally wanted to conceal the news of the death of Hunyuan ancestor emperor, but who would have thought that the ancestral temple was torn open and many clansmen rushed over.

This time, I couldn't hide it.

The ancestral hall was cracked, but the ever-burning lamp inside was not destroyed.

Many clansmen saw that Hunyuan Zudi's ever-burning lamp went out.

A sense of sadness spread among the crowd.

"The Primordial Emperor...is dead!"

"Oh my god! The ancestor is dead!"

"Emperor Zu! How did you die?"

"Heaven is going to kill my Jun family!"