In a remote mountain range in the Underworld, a giant dragon circled around for a few times before suddenly accelerating and disappearing into the forest.
That black dragon didn't leave. In fact, he had only shrunk his body and entered the territory of the Army of the Dead.
This was a village near a mountain and a river. When the man returned, dozens of people walked out of the house in twos and threes.
"Hei Rui, how is it?" someone asked.
The man said, "I've already told that kid the location of the Myriad Soul Hall. Right now, he's bringing people there."
The leader of the black dragons, the middle-aged man who had given Lu Chen the black-gold dragon costume, walked out and looked toward the northwest. "The Myriad Soul Hall … If we can kill the King Of Hell and release the souls of the dead in the Myriad Soul Hall, the Underworld can be considered restored and return to its origin …"
"I wonder if he can do it!"
Everyone was silent.
Suddenly, Hei Rui looked up and said excitedly, "Xuan Long, should we go help him?"
"Help?" The black dragon man froze and looked at the people behind him.
The original Underworld Black Dragon Race had at least several hundred thousand people, but now, there were only a few dozen left!
"If it were two thousand years ago, I would've acted without hesitation. But now, we've all experienced too much and don't want to get involved in this battle anymore." Xuan Long's voice was filled with weariness and vicissitudes. "Leading the way for him is the most we can do!"
"Xuan Long, have you thought about it? Does the King Of Hell really not know of our existence?" Another clansman said, "The reason he hasn't acted against us is probably because he doesn't have the time! When he unified the Underworld, did he leave behind the bloodline of his enemies?! "
"The existence of the Underworld Black Dragon Race was originally a threat to him. Once he took over the Yang World, with his personality, wouldn't he eliminate them by the roots?!"
His words quickly resonated with many people. "We don't want to fight for hegemony, we just want to live! Just like in the Myriad Calamity Abyss, even if all hope was lost, weren't we still struggling at death's door?! "
"That's right, if we don't kill the King Of Hell, he'll kill us in the end!"
"Have you forgotten how we were imprisoned in the Myriad Calamity Abyss? Myriad Ancient Soul Palace was the most terrifying! Now that the King Of Hell controlled Myriad Soul Palace, he definitely knew how to use that move. When the time came, no matter how strong that brat was, he wouldn't be able to withstand it! We can't just hope for him to kill the King Of Hell, but we also know that the King Of Hell has a heaven-defying skill and do nothing about it! "
Xuan Long became more and more agitated. He said angrily, "I want to help him, but how?! Do you want us to exterminate our entire clan to help him?! "We are the only Black Dragons left in the Underworld. We have endured humiliation for thousands of years. We have stepped on the corpses of our clansmen and lived an ignoble existence in this world. Why? It was all for the Dragon Crystal Inheritance! Are you going to use your own lives to help an outsider? What if he's another King Of Hell?! "
For a time, everyone fell into silence again.
What Xuan Long said was not completely unreasonable. After living for so long, they had long seen through the unfathomable nature of a person's heart …
Hei Rui lowered his head and kept shaking it. "People like us don't deserve to live … These days, I keep thinking of the Myriad Calamity Abyss and my clansmen who were devoured by me. I also think of the strange changes in the abyss and how I kicked my clansmen into the abyss …"
A smile suddenly appeared on his face, full of bitterness and helplessness. "I still remember the ancestral teachings left by the Dragon God to develop and strengthen the Underworld Dragon Race. But now …"
"In order to save the girl who saved him, that human didn't hesitate to charge into the Underworld alone and fight against the Army of the Dead by himself. I don't believe that he's the King Of Hell! Moreover, he fused with the Dragon Crystal, so he's half of our kind! It's just that he hasn't fully unleashed the Dragon Crystal's power. I have to help him! "
Suddenly, Hei Rui raised his head and stared at Xuan Long. "Xuan Long, your dragon blood is the purest. You stay. I'll go!"
With that, Hei Rui turned around and transformed into a flying dragon that soared into the sky.
"Hei Rui!" Xuan Long anxiously shouted, but Hei Rui left without looking back.
Xuan Long could only helplessly shake his head.
"Xuan Long, Hei Rui alone doesn't have enough dragon blood. I'll go too!" Another person also transformed into a black dragon.
"I can't breathe because of this guilt. Anyway, I've lived for thousands of years, so I don't care anymore! I'll go too! "
"If that human can't defeat the King Of Hell, the Underworld Black Dragons can only wait to be exterminated. Since that's the case, even if it's just a gamble, it's better than sitting here and waiting for death! Wait, Longfei! "
More and more clansmen flew toward the sky in the northwest direction.
In the end, less than ten clansmen remained by Xuan Long's side.
An old man walked up to Xuan Long. "Xuan Long, after so many years, I originally thought that I wouldn't believe in miracles anymore. Until … that day, when even the core of the Underworld and the Abyss of Myriad Calamities experienced abnormal changes, I finally understood that 'miracles' still exist in this world!
"Among the cultivators, there's almost no one who can stick to their original beliefs. The Jiutian always has a way to make you give up your original beliefs … but if it's that person, I'm willing to take another gamble.
"Even if he's not another miracle, at least he's a chance for me to redeem myself!"
With that, the old man transformed into a slightly older black dragon and left the quiet village with the last group of clansmen.
Suddenly, Xuan Long was the only one left in the village.
He looked at the empty village with a gloomy heart.
"Was I wrong?" Xuan Long let out a long sigh. After standing there for a long time, he returned to his house …
"If you want to die, go ahead!"
… … …
Mobei arranged for his disciples to ride on their mounts and led Lu Chen and the others. The million-strong army of cultivators flew across the Specter Plain, which had changed beyond recognition.
Someone sent a message to Mobei, Pavilion Master Hai, and the others, saying that they had seized another entrance to the Underworld.
However, Mobei and the others couldn't feel happy at this time.
The entrance to the Underworld?
Now, they knew that it wasn't the key at all. Even the main battlefield on the continents of the Six Heavens wasn't the key.
The final battle between the Underworld and the Yang World was on their side!
The fate of the Six Heavens was now in the hands of one person!
This kind of pressure wasn't something that one or two entrances to the Underworld could alleviate.
Lu Chen sat on a huge wine gourd. This mount was a flying magic treasure. Although it wasn't very domineering, it was very fast.
Racing against time, this was the current consensus of everyone!
The gourd had a big and small head. Lu Chen sat cross-legged at the front of the gourd, concentrating on recovering his spiritual power and physical strength.
The other people were squeezed behind. At this time, no one dared to disturb Lu Chen's recovery.
The journey to the Eternal Soul Palace was very long. Even if they rode on a mount and traveled at full speed, it would take more than a day to arrive.
At night, Lu Chen had already recovered. However, he still sat there quietly.
He wasn't recovering his physical strength or spiritual power, but was adjusting his own state!
The little critter looked at Lu Chen's back from afar with worry in its heart.
In the past, when dad fought, he rarely adjusted his state like this!
This meant that dad also knew that this battle would be a true life and death battle!
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