Netherworld Immortal

Ming Jiang took Tianfeng's death pill, ghost wooden waistband and Baishan ginseng into his hands, looked at it carefully, and nodded with satisfaction.

"My lord empress, please wait a moment, and I will cast a spell to revive the moth." Ming Jiang Tianfeng said respectfully, his tone full of confidence.

The empress just nodded, although at this moment the joy of waiting for the hope of mothling's resurrection surged in her heart like a tide, but on the surface she showed the reservedness and solemnity she should have as the empress of the Youjie.

Ming Jiang Tianfeng turned around and ordered to the three ghost generals: "You three come here and help me activate the soul casting technique."

When the ghost generals Qingniu, Zishi and Lijiao heard this, they immediately smiled and ran over.

Especially the ghost general Zishi, his swollen right cheek looked like half a peach, and his smiling mouth was like a crooked eggplant.

"If you have a chance to survive, this little injury is nothing." He comforted himself in his heart.

The three tall ghost generals behaved like three little children at this time, and stood in front of Ming Jiang Tianfeng with the finished characters in order.

Ming Jiang Tianfeng handed over the "Returning Pill", the ghost wooden waist pendant carrying the spirit of Moling, and the ten-thousand-year Baishan Spirit Ginseng to the hands of three ghost generals.

The three of them carefully held the three treasures in their palms, placed them flat in front of them, held their breath, and did not dare to blink their eyes.It was as if what they held in their hands was the life-extending golden pill of the three of them.

After making preparations before performing the operation, Mingjiang Tianfeng chanted an obscure incantation, and then typed out three spells in succession.

"Puff puff!"

Three white auras fell on the three treasures.

Immediately, circles of golden light shining around the three treasures slowly rose from the hands of the three ghost generals, and gathered in one place in the air two feet high.

The three ghosts put their palms together and sat cross-legged, chanting mantras in unison.

"Mo - quack - woo woo -"

A moment later, three powerful, seven-colored auras transformed from soul power were projected from the sky caps of the three of them and poured into the three treasures hanging above.

Don't underestimate the colorful spiritual light transformed by these three soul powers, each of which is condensed by the essence of soul power of three ghost generals, and it will consume at least ten years of cultivation each of them.

Beads of sweat dripped down the faces of the three of them, but the bodies of each of them sat firmly without shaking.

In an instant, the three treasures in mid-air emitted colorful auras, leaned together, and slowly spun.

"Cast!"

With a soft shout, Mingjiang Tianfeng shot out another spell.

All I saw was a milky white, palm-sized soul that sprang out from the ghost wooden waist pendant and submerged into the Baishan Spirit Ginseng.

The surface of Baishan Spirit Ginseng was shining with colorful light, and it began to shake and grow bigger, and gradually grew limbs and heads.In a full thirty breaths, it turned into a human form.

At first, the appearance was vague, but gradually became clear.

In the end, it turned into a handsome young man in a golden shirt, quietly hanging in the air.

The handsome boy's eyes were closed tightly, his skin was as white as jade, as if frozen, without a trace of life.

The empress, who was watching carefully from the side, could no longer control her emotions, her beautiful eyes sparkled, and she recognized the boy as the person in her memory.

Ming Jiang Tianfeng didn't dare to neglect, he practiced his skills one after another, and played the formula like a wheel in his hand.

"pregnancy!"

Another clear drink.

The handsome young man in mid-air opened his mouth, and the crystal clear "Pill of Rebirth" entered his mouth in a flash.

In the next moment, circles of golden spirit patterns visible to the naked eye swayed around the handsome boy.His chest began to rise and fall, and he began to breathe.Afterwards, his eyes slowly opened. They were a pair of black, bright, heroic and profound eyes.

His body was still hovering in mid-air, releasing jumping soul power fluctuations, setting off a gust of wind.

He was wearing a golden skirt dancing, his hair was flying upside down, and his aura was getting stronger and stronger.

"Success!"

Ming Jiang Tianfeng looked at the young man and said happily, with a satisfied look on his face.Although, his heart aches for losing that "rebirth pill", but there is no treasure that is more precious than his free breathing now.

Mingjiang Tianfeng made a one-handed move, and the ghost wooden waistband fell into his hand with a swish.

He held the waist pendant in both hands and handed it to Xu Yang.

"This is really a good treasure, thank you Xiaoxiong Xu for borrowing it generously."

"Hands up."

Xu Yang nodded, took the waist pendant and carefully hung it on his waist. This treasure was to be taken back to Master Guigu Yeyan to nourish his spirit and soul, so it must not be careless.

A moment later, the golden-clothed boy in mid-air, like a golden eagle spreading its wings, slowly descended with a graceful demeanor.

He stretched out his arms first, and glanced at his body with a look of surprise on his face.When he looked up again to see the empress opposite, his expression was startled for a moment, and then he said shyly, "My lord empress, I am..."

Before he finished speaking, the empress opposite could no longer hold back, she quickly jumped forward, like a colorful butterfly fluttering flowers, she opened her arms to hold the moth tightly.

"I..." Mo Ling's ears turned red and she was at a loss for words for a while, taking advantage of the situation, she opened her arms and gently hugged the red candle into her arms.

Although the actual age of the empress is over a hundred years old, she has a good face and looks about seventeen or eighteen years old.The two embrace each other like a pair of young lovers in love.

"Don't say it, it's all my fault. I should have guessed it was you."

As the empress spoke, she couldn't help recalling the past of the two in her mind.

Back in time to more than a hundred years ago.

In that year, the previous Underworld Emperor "Yang" disappeared for no reason, and the new Underworld Emperor "Tang" succeeded to the throne amidst doubts.

Before that, the relationship between Netherworld and Underworld was extremely harmonious.

Legend has it that in ancient times, the nether world and the underworld were the interface that combined.For unknown reasons, it was finally separated into two interfaces, the Netherworld and the Underworld.

And the You clan that governs the Netherworld is in the same vein as the Ming clan that governs the Underworld.

A hundred years ago, the new Underworld Emperor "Tang" succeeded to the throne.

"You Yucai", the empress of Youjie at that time, doubted the legitimacy of her succession.The two had a dispute, and even fought, and triggered a war between the nether world and the underworld.

But the Underworld is, after all, an interface half an order higher than the Netherworld.Although the power of the new Underworld Emperor "Tang" is not yet stable, he still easily defeated Youjie.

Afterwards, the new Underworld Emperor "Tang" was furious and planned to deprive the Youshi clan of their royal status in Youjie, and decided to sacrifice more than 3000 members of the Youshi clan alive.

However, due to the deep-rooted dominance of the You clan in the Youjie, if the You clan is killed, it is afraid that they will no longer be able to effectively control the Youjie.

Although the people of the Ming family in the underworld have noble blood, it is difficult to reproduce offspring, resulting in a population shortage in the underworld.However, members of the You Clan in the Nether Realm can easily reproduce, and the You Clan people can enter the Underworld after being empowered with Nether Qi, thus becoming lower-class residents of the Underworld.

In order to stabilize the constant relationship between the Netherworld and the Underworld, Underworld Emperor "Tang" came up with a way.

First, "You Yucai", the then empress of Youjie, was permanently imprisoned.Later, a hundred-year game was set with the You clan.

The Underworld Emperor planted the "Hundred Years of Reincarnation Curse" on the saint who will become the next Empress of the Nether Realm, and this curse occurs every hundred years.Once it occurs, the physique and skill of the cursed person will return to the appearance of seven or eight years old.The duration of each attack is 30 days.

The key to this game is that Emperor Hades can use these 30 days to send someone to kill the Empress of the Nether Realm who has suffered from the "Curse of Reincarnation".

If the current empress is killed, replace the next saint and continue the game.In this way, it can be ensured that the Youjie Empress does not have enough time to make herself strong enough to resist the rule of the Underworld Emperor.

This is also the punishment given to the You clan by Emperor Hades.

More than a hundred years ago, Red Candle was the saint of Youjie at that time.

The red candle of Cardamom Nianhua went to Fengdu of the underworld as the saint of Youjie to meet the emperor "Tang."

At that time, Hong Zhu was at an innocent and romantic age, and she didn't know that coming to Fengdu meant accepting the killing game of "Hundred Years of Reincarnation", and she was the object to be hunted down in this ruthless game.

Red Candle, who just came to the underworld, happened to catch up with the annual Lantern Festival in Fengdu, the underworld.

The new Underworld Emperor "Tang" specially made this Lantern Festival even grander than previous years in order to show the success of the new emperor, the prosperity of the world and the harmony of all families.

On the streets of Fengdu, all kinds of colorful lights are lined up, and the phoenix and birds are still playing, and the fish and dragons are still dancing, which is dizzying.

Red Candle was born as the saint of Youjie, and has never left the palace of Youjie. Where has she seen such a lively, friendly, beautiful and peaceful scene.

"What a beautiful lantern."

Originally sitting in the sedan chair, she was instantly attracted by the colorful lights on the street. She got out of the sedan chair and, accompanied by her personal slave, enjoyed the colorful lights with the crowd.

"Guess the lantern riddles, if you guess the lantern riddles, you will get a lantern." A white-haired old man in a light blue shirt yelled.

Hong Zhu was attracted by the sound.

She looked up and saw a colorful lantern in the shape of a kingfisher. The light was flowing, and the kingfisher was about to fly. She fell in love with it immediately.

The lantern riddles hanging on the colored lanterns are a picture and a word.

On the left side of the painting is a burning flame, and on the right side is a moth catching fire.

"What kind of word is this? Let me think about it, and I almost guessed it." Hong Zhu pondered in his heart.

"I guessed this lantern riddle. It's the character for candle."

At this time, a handsome boy of seventeen or eighteen years old wearing a golden brocade shirt spoke first.

"That's right, it's the candle character of Hong Zhu." Hong Zhu blurted out.

"Unfortunately, this young master guessed it first, and this colored lantern belongs to this young master."

Saying that, the old man took off the lantern and handed it to the boy.

"Little brother, can you give me this lantern?" Hong Zhu said shyly.

Hearing the sound, the young man turned his head to look, and Hong Zhu's handsome face caught his eyes.

A pair of pupils cut Qiushui.She has a pair of beautiful eyes, the eyes are black and white, and there is a trace of inherent nobility in the clear and dust-free.

Her long eyelashes are like curtains, and they are as sultry as a breeze blowing willows in the blink of an eye.

Her nose is straight and small like a jade carving, her cherry lips are rosy but not gaudy, and her cheeks are like spring peaches.

"What a beautiful girl." The boy thought in his heart, blushing.

"If you like it, I'll give it to you." The boy replied foolishly.

The girl took the lantern and asked, "What's your name?"

"My name is Moth Ling."

"Thank you, Mothling."

The young man stared at the young girl obsessively, forgetting what he was going to say next.

"Miss, it's getting late, we should go." said the old slave behind the girl.

"Ah."

The girl took the lantern and left with the old slave contentedly.

When the boy realized that the girl had gone far away, he thought of asking her name, it seemed that it was too late.

The girl turned her head and smiled sweetly, got on the sedan chair and disappeared into the crowd.

I looked for him thousands of times in the crowd, but the man was in a dimly lit place.