Mingye's eyes suddenly became deep and a little sad, and he said, "That's not necessary."

Jiuxi complained, "Don't be so confident."

In the future, when Ming Ye dies, his soul still needs to be collected by the underworld.

"The souls of zombies cannot enter the six realms and five elements." Ming Ye looked at the distant sky with a light tone, as if he had become indifferent to life and death.

Although zombies belong to the six realms, their souls are trapped in their bodies for some reason. They have already died once, so how could they die a second time? The second time would mean true destruction, and their souls would be scattered.

Jiuxi was silent for a moment, then smiled awkwardly, "I'm a new official, so naturally there are some things I'm not clear about."

In this way, although we have a second life, we have lost the opportunity to reincarnate, and being a zombie is really pitiful.

Seeing the tenderness in Jiuxi's eyes, Mingye's lips curled up slightly, and his tone was filled with a warmth that he could not perceive, "This emperor will not die."

Since it cannot be changed, then make yourself strong enough, strong enough to kill the sky, strong enough that no one in this world can be his opponent, strong enough to live forever.

Jiuxi rolled her eyes, looking at the palace that stood not far away and reached into the sky, and said sarcastically, "The Corpse King must be reluctant to die. With such a large zombie kingdom, he naturally has a group of beautiful concubines around him. How could he be willing to give up such a gentle place?"

What's more, Ming Ye prefers male homosexuality.

Ming Ye's face showed no sign of unnaturalness, but his voice was somewhat dull. "Pluto, do you believe that there is such a thing as fate in this world?"

Mingye's eyes, as bright as stars, stared at Jiuxi very seriously, as if there was some expectation in his eyes.

Jiuxi asked in return, "Can the Corpse King be trusted?"

Ming Ye shook his head. He naturally didn't believe in fate. If he did, he would not have been able to escape from Jin Li's clutches in ancient times.

Jiuxi smiled with satisfaction and said, "The Corpse King's answer is also my answer."

Along the way, the immortal and the corpse were silent, just looking at the palace that was getting closer and closer. At the same time, Jiuxi saw that there was no grass or trees in this zombie world, no stars or moonlight, and even the light was so dim.

Jiuxi is a person who can't sit still. If he is locked up here for thousands of years, it would be hard for him not to get moldy. No wonder these zombies want to find something to do.

He immediately cast a sympathetic look at Mingye.

In just a moment, the phoenix landed on the ground, its high-pitched cry echoed through the night sky, and flames rekindled between its feathers. Just like when it came, it disappeared in a moment.

The palace gate was inlaid with luminous pearls. Although there was plenty of light, it did not bring warmth to people. Instead, there was only a cold and dead air. After entering the gate, the lights on both sides quickly lit up, the candlelight flickered, and the ground was illuminated by patches of light halos.

It also reflected the appearance of those zombie followers. Those in the Corpse King's Palace were naturally not ordinary white zombies or black zombies. They were all flying zombies like Li Zang who could walk in human form.

Little did they know that it was extremely rare to cultivate from a flying corpse to a drought demon, and over the years, Gong Ci was the only drought demon. Wherever he passed, the land was barren for thousands of miles and no one was living.

All the zombie followers bowed respectfully to Jialou Mingye and said respectfully, "Your Majesty, your Majesty.

May your Majesty live forever!"

Jiuxi couldn't help but feel a little surprised by this feeling of being the center of attention. After all, there was a difference. When she was in the underworld, those little ghosts were really...

There is no respect for her at all!