Chapter 115: The Realm of Rebirth in the Underworld
"Beibei, your intuition is correct. I did sense something special here."
"There is a feeling that I am more or less similar to this emperor. I am an ice and snow elf born from the power of the extreme north. I generally have world-class momentum."
With a wave of his jade hand, the dilapidated scenery in front of him seemed to be distorted like space fluctuations.
The messenger of death, pinched by the big hands of ice and snow, also returned from a wisp of black smoke to an emaciated human body.
Clusters of gray flames centered on his body and gradually spread to the periphery.
The originally colorful field of vision faded to gray in an instant, and the atmosphere became extremely weird.
Beibei can clearly feel that the gray world he is currently in is a field similar to a field.
Although it emanates from the messenger of death, it is not actively controlled by him, and has the momentum to compete with the ultimate light element.
The messenger of death, who was originally a prisoner, was shouting arrogantly.
"I am the God of Death!"
"You can't kill me!"
"If you dare to peek into the world of Death, you will all die!"
Then?
"Crack!"
Beibei slapped him in the face with a backhand. The ultimate light element on the slap caused half of his slapped face to start burning, making a "sizzling" sound.
"Noisy!"
"Did I let you speak?!"
"Let me ask you, what is the gray world in front of you? Where did you come from?"
Then?
"Crack!"
The slap he had just thrown away was slapped back again.
"I asked you to speak?! Didn't you hear me?!"
Messenger of Death: "******"
With a symmetrical and swollen face, he stared at Beibei with faint eyes, as if to say whether the time between the two slaps was a bit short.
Unruly said: "Humph!"
"This envoy doesn't know!"
"Pa!" "Pa!" "Pa!"
……
At the same time as the crisp slaps, there was also the shrill wail of the messenger of death.
"Ahhhh!!!"
The bright bright flame seemed not to be invaded by the gray color, burning hotly on his face, corroding his bones and searing his veins, as if practicing superb sword skills on his facial nerve endings.
"I said, I said, the little one said."
"This realm is called the afterlife realm of the underworld. It is rumored to be a bridge and channel to communicate with the underworld, but in fact, I can't communicate with it either."
"On the other hand, my twelve corpse slaves are controlled through the realm of the afterlife in the underworld, and they can all have the combat power of the four-ring soul sect."
"As for where I come from, I don't know myself. When I first became conscious, the realm of the afterlife in the underworld has always existed with me."
"If I am killed by someone, I will be resurrected from the underworld after a while."
After listening to him tell what he knew, Beibei couldn't help but look shocked.
Wouldn’t the afterlife realm of the underworld appear ten thousand years later? How could it appear in this era? Known as a fusion of the negative auras of plane consciousness, a favored person from another sense of the plane, and one of the favored sons of heaven like the Son of Destiny. No wonder the Snow Emperor would say that she has similar world standards of two or three.
But...
"We already have this field, why are you so bad at it?"
Beibei stared at the messenger of death in confusion. He remembered that Harosa, the king of Hades who awakened in the afterlife realm of the underworld in later generations, would experience a surge in strength every time he died and reappeared to cause trouble on the continent. At the age of nineteen, he became a titled Douluo and led ten people. Two skeleton knights are making trouble.
But the guy in front of me was the Soul King when he was beaten to death by me five years ago, and he was resurrected as the Soul King five years later. This was a bit too much.
Compared to Zhang Lexuan, who went from a seven-ringed soul saint to a ninety-eighth level super Douluo in five years, he completely lacks the majesty of a plane protector!
Messenger of Death: "..."
You, a bastard of war, have the nerve to talk, but it’s not all because of women that you can catch me.
snort! Pretty boy, a soft-boiled boy!
Of course, these complaints were all made secretly in his heart, and he did not dare to say them openly, for fear that Beibei would reward him with some more big mouths.
But Beibei still seemed to be able to read his heart from his faint eyes.
"I'm not a pretty girl who preys on women. The main thing is that she's not a woman, she's a female soul beast."
"Hey~"
"Be careful when she reveals her true form and turns into a giant beast with a green face and fangs. She will chew it up for you bite by bite and let you hear the sound of your own bones breaking."
Upon hearing this, the Snow Emperor's eyes were spitting fire, his silver teeth were clenched, and his fists were clenching loudly.
What does it mean for her to show her true colors? ! As an elf who was born and raised, she looks like this, isn't it?
The green face and fangs still describe Bing'er's true form.
Sure enough, after hearing this, Ice Emperor was as irritable as she was and didn't really react at all.
Her original form, the Ice Jade Emperor Scorpion, although magnificent and delicate, did have a green face and fangs.
Just when Snow Emperor was about to speak out in anger, he suddenly sensed changes in Beibei's body.
A flash of emerald green light surged out of the body and broke into the realm of the underworld, without being assimilated into gray.
Facing Electrolux who was accelerating to overtake in the Tower of Creatures, Snow Emperor consciously swallowed back the anger that was about to escape his lips.
There are few people in the world who can make the Lord of the Far North fear him, but Electrolux is one of them. To be more precise, he is feared!
The Snow Emperor, who has lived for a long time, can barely sense the killings and karma accumulated on Electrolux.
Even if the entire continent were filled with pigs that would not resist, and she was allowed to cut them with her hands and feet, it would not necessarily cause such level of karma and killings for a hundred thousand years.
I can't imagine how many people this old man beat to death when he was young.
After the Tower of Life carrying the fragments of Electrolux's consciousness floated out of the sea of spirits, Beibei never paid attention to the messenger of death.
You know, he tried calling Teacher Yi many times, but did not get any response, which made him suspect that Teacher Yi was suffering from depression.
Upon closer observation, he found that there was always a slight smile on Electrolux's face that he didn't usually have.
It's a bit unclear whether it's a recovery from the disease or a flashback before entering the advanced stage of the disease.
He approached and asked with concern: "Teacher, are you okay?"
"The story of 'Shadow''s big dream didn't bring you any irreversible consequences, right?"
Electrolux gave Beibei a "little steamed bun" angrily, but the spiritual form of the steamed bun didn't feel any pain.
"I just hope that I will get an incurable disease. I can definitely tell you that there is no such thing as 'depression' as you call it."
"During the few days when I floated back to the Tower of Life, I was only in a semi-sleep state, recovering my memories of deeper undead magic."
Although Electrolux didn't show any difference on the surface, Beibei could still feel that Teacher Yi felt more relaxed now.
"I woke up this time because I was touched by the realm of the afterlife in the underworld."
He took action and pinched out a touch of gray in the world, his voice filled with endless emotion.
"The breath of death."
(End of chapter)