Du 2123
Are you a bandit or a bandit Long Fei?
The system's prompt suddenly rang out.
At the same time, Long Fei felt a stabbing pain in his left arm.
Long Fei sucked in a breath of cold air. He did not listen to the System's voice. Instead, he took a step back and asked, "What is it?"
The white-haired old man said, "This is the mark of our Nether Race. You will naturally understand when you meet the people of the Nether Race in the future."
"Dark Clan's imprint?"
Also at this time.
The system's voice echoed in Long Fei's mind.
"Ding!"
"Congratulations to player 'Long Fei' for obtaining 'Nether Clan Mark'!"
It was just a notification.
Long Fei opened the system with a thought.
He didn't discover anything. It was as if he had disappeared.
Long Fei asked, "Does the mark of the Nether Race only appear when they see the Nether Race?"
The white-haired elder said, "Yes."
Long Fei asked, "Is there no other use?"
The white-haired old man was slightly stunned and said, "What do you want it for?"
The mark of the Nether Clan!
An Ancient Imprint!
In the Grandmist World, every single martial artist wanted to obtain this ancient mark because every single ancient mark contained this ancient power.
It was an incomparably powerful force.
This ancient imprint was far more powerful than even a Nine Star Sovereign artifact of the Hundred Thousand Planes.
However …
Long Fei just couldn't tell the difference right now.
Long Fei smiled evilly and said, "At least give me some undying power. Your Dark Clan's ancient inheritance, Dark, should be undying, right?"
"Just give this power to me."
"I also want something else."
The ancient inheritance, the Nether.
Dark was death.
Obtaining the inheritance of this power meant that one would not die.
His father, Long Zhanting, was the King of Hell. If he could pass this legacy to his father, his father's cultivation base would surely soar by leaps and bounds.
The white-haired old man didn't know whether to laugh or cry. "The power of undying?"
"Sigh …"
The white-haired old man sighed, "Undying energy is too weak. It can't enter the Nether Imprint at all. This kind of energy is the weakest of all Nether energies."
"Alright!"
"I've told you the story, and I've given you the Nether Clan's mark."
"You should leave!"
The white-haired elder chased him away. "Didn't you want to go out? In the depths of the Underworld Hall, there is an exit that leads to the place you want to go. "
"Kid!"
"Remember, maintain your fearless heart."
"Go to the Primordial World to contend for hegemony. That is your world."
Finished.
The white-haired old man's figure began to slowly disappear.
Long Fei was stunned. "D * mn, it's Fearless Heart again. What's going on? Why must I maintain a fearless heart? "
"What is a fearless heart?"
Long Fei stood on the spot and muttered to himself for a while. He called out a few times, "Old man? Old man? "
"He disappeared so quickly?"
"It's good that he's gone!"
"Hehe …"
Long Fei smiled evilly and said, "What kind of Netherworld Imprint is this? I can't even feel this power, and it even burned a scar on my arm. So ugly."
"Fortunately, I have hands and feet."
Finished.
As Long Fei walked out of the Martial Depository, the idea moved, releasing the Sumeru Ring, and said faintly: "Keep it for me!"
The Sumeru Ring moved.
A ray of light shone on the Martial Depository.
"Shua!"
The entire Martial Depository was sucked into the Sumeru Ring.
Next.
Long Fei walked to the other side. "Weapon Depository?"
"There should be weapons and swords inside, right?"
"I'm too lazy to look."
"I'll take it!"
The Sumeru Ring stored the Weapon Depository, and then … Hidden Pill Pavilion, Hidden Spirit Pavilion, Hidden Origin Pavilion … Almost all of the buildings in the Dark Sect were taken away by Long Fei.
If it wasn't for the fact that the 9999 steps were too big and troublesome, he would have kept the huge plaza into the Sumeru Ring.
Looking at his surroundings that were as empty as the wilderness, Long Fei smiled in satisfaction, "This trip could not be considered a wasted one."
While they were talking …
Long Fei walked towards the only hall.
The reason why he did not put it away was because Long Fei was worried that he would not be able to find the exit.
That would be a tragedy.
Long Fei entered the hall.
A shadow floated in the air, not knowing whether to laugh or cry.
"How can there be such a person?"
"How can such a person be worthy of the ancient inheritance?"
"He's simply a bandit!"
"No, calling him a bandit is simply an insult to a bandit. He's even worse than a bandit."
Although the white-haired old man was complaining, he was still laughing.
From the ancient inheritance power that erupted from Long Fei's body, he knew that Long Fei was not an ordinary person. He believed that Long Fei could bring a huge sensation to the Primordial World.
Maybe …
He could overturn the heavens!
"Hahaha …"
"Brat!"
"I've done everything I can. The rest is up to you."
"Tian clan."
"Just wait and see, hahaha …"
The white-haired old man laughed out loud. In the end, his body started to tremble, and his figure started to dissipate bit by bit. All of his power was injected into the Nether Clan imprint.
That was his imprint.
When his Nether Clan imprint disappeared, his soul disappeared as well.
"Brat!"
"Don't disappoint me. You have to turn the Primordial World upside down. You have to, hahaha …"
"Rumble!"
With a soft sound, his soul disappeared.
The entire world seemed to have fallen into a deathly stillness.
As Long Fei walked deeper into the hall, the 9999 steps began to collapse and shatter. That enormous plaza wasn't actually a training ground; it was a Nether Platform.
It also began to collapse.
It was as though it had lost its support.
This was the very first sect of the hundred thousand planes.
It was also the creator of the hundred thousand planes.
The Nether Sect!
… …
"Where is he?"
"Why did he disappear?"
"Why?"
"Why?"
Zhan Wushuang howled madly. After those source soul Demons had flown out, Long Fei had fallen into the abyss, as though he had disappeared from the world.
He couldn't sense his existence at all.
The black-robed God of Fate lowered his head. He didn't understand either. "Those demons are indeed very powerful, but Long Fei shouldn't have died to their hands."
"No!"
"Long Fei's life is mine!"
"His life is definitely mine!"
Zhan Wushuang's entire body was filled with the power of the Laws, causing the entire Empyrean Mountain to tremble. He had been waiting for this opportunity this entire time, but Long Fei's aura had disappeared.
This caused him to be enraged.
… …
"Whoosh …"
Long Fei pierced through a wall of ice, and then a ray of black light shot in.
Long Fei's eyes stung slightly.
"Black light?"
"The Polar Darkness?"
"The Darkness? I've arrived?" Long Fei walked out of the layer of ice, staring at the darkness in front of him. It was like a sea of darkness, and he couldn't see the world inside at all.
The world of darkness was like an enormous savage beast, devouring everything.
Long Fei grew excited. "Fuck, I've finally arrived!"
Without hesitation at all.
Long Fei stepped into the Polar Darkness, entering a place of the hundred thousand planes where even the Sovereigns didn't dare to enter. He was searching for the ancient entrance!
… …
Within the spatial ring.
The sudden appearance of the Martial Library and the Pill Library caused Siqiao to tremble slightly. With a tempting look on her face, she walked into the Soul Library …
… …
You've already exceeded your reading limit for today. If you want to read more, please log in.
Login
Select text and click 'Report' to let us know about any bad translation.
