“…”

Hua Wujue stopped and Yang Yun stopped right after him.

They are very happy.

An abyss.

An abyss shrouded in ghostly aura.

It is a sparsely populated area with no human habitation for tens of thousands of miles.

I can vaguely sense the powerful aura left below, and it feels familiar.

It was the Red King who had been killed.

But there are some other auras.

The breaths are mixed, some strong, some weak, and almost never the same.

The jade pendant in Hua Wujue's hand emitted a faint light, and it seemed to sense something pulling it, and began to move in one direction.

"Zhang Heng's natal jade."

Yang Yun was in deep thought.

This piece of jade belongs to Zhang Heng, but it is more than just a piece of jade.

This piece of natal jade possesses extremely mysterious magical powers.

It can connect all races and all things together and provide for itself.

Zhang Heng often used this method to support his own cultivation, and in return, he would grant them good luck to a certain extent.

Moreover, this supply is not to absorb cultivation, but to absorb the feeling of the Tao.

All people and things will have different feelings when they listen to the Tao.

This is the key to Zhang Heng's magical power.

Accelerate your understanding of the Tao and be able to transfer your life at any time.

Just like a candy bar, if you kill one of them, there will be thousands and millions of them.

Unfortunately, it's just superficial.

It doesn't really work.

At least when facing an absolutely strong person, it is just a fancy embroidery skill.

As long as the opponent is strong enough, he can capture one of your clones and cut off the cause and effect of all your clones. You will be trapped like a fish in a jar, unable to escape.

Therefore, Zhang Heng is considered the weakest among the Ghost Emperors.

The weakest innate magical power.

Logically speaking, he should be the least likely to die.

I didn't expect to end up here.

Yang Yun watched the jade pendant slowly transform into stream of light and fly to the bottom of the abyss.

He naturally saw what was going on.

When the Red King attacked the underworld, he took a fancy to Zhang Heng's magical power, so he cut off cause and effect and captured him.

Concentrate on studying this magical power.

This explains why Yang Yun couldn't remember it before. It was because the cause and effect of Zhang Heng was cut off, so his memory was so vague.

"That figure just now... should be the one from before." Yang Yun thought to himself.

Zhang Heng is undoubtedly a human, while the Red King is undoubtedly a monster.

It's no secret that the King of Weirdness can transform into a human. It's said that it's easier to comprehend the Tao this way.

But the essence of their bodies is still strange.

The Red King's body, however, is completely human.

Just now, Yang Yun was in an emergency and didn't think too much about it.

If you think about it after you are safe, it will be easy to find clues.

It took a while.

There was no movement in the abyss below.

"Emperor, is there something wrong with Zhang Heng?" Yang Yun hesitated to speak.

"No problem." Hua Wujue shook his head.

He waved his hand, and the ghostly aura that shrouded the underworld below immediately dissipated, revealing the full picture of the mottled and complex aura.

It was a very large heart.

The auras of various races are integrated above, some are strong and some are weak, varying from top to bottom.

You can see that there is a big hole in the middle of the heart, and it seems like something is coming out of it.

Look down.

A Taoist priest with disheveled hair and a wolfish appearance was trying hard to pull the heart, saying confidently:

"Fuck you! I've been planning this for so long, and I can seize the Red King anytime soon. Who wants to ruin my plan?!"

"Oh, no matter what, I'd better absorb these quickly. They will all be dispersed soon!"

This unkempt Taoist priest was filled with grief, and tried his best to refine the heart in front of him.

Red threads extended outward from this heart, densely packed together, and pierced into the Taoist's body.

The moment of insertion.

Something magical happened.

The red threads actually began to shift towards blue and red, as if they were being refined.

The Taoist priest 廩 began to laugh unbridled: "Hahaha, refine it for me!"

In response, all the red threads shifted towards the blue-red color. My heart shrank in an instant until it was only the size of a fist, and was then put into a bag by the Taoist priest.

If you look closely, this bag looks somewhat similar to the jade pendant just now.

"Zhang Heng, what are you doing?" Yang Yun's mouth twitched slightly.

"Who called me?" Zhang Heng raised his head in confusion.

After looking at Yang Yun, he was stunned for a few seconds, and then he said in disbelief: "Yang Yun? You saved me?"

"No." Yang Yun shook his head.

"It's the Emperor."

Zhang Heng was even more stunned when he heard this title.

Didn't the Emperor completely perish in that battle? Where did this Emperor come from?

Then his eyes looked to the side.

When he looked at Hua Wujue, his brows were furrowed again and again: "Why does he have the aura of Fengdu? When did it happen, and he just inherited it now?"

There is a kind of dissatisfaction between the older generation and the younger generation.

"Alas, this is not the emperor of the previous generation, this is a benefactor."

"You and my benefactor."

"How come you can't recognize your benefactor?" Yang Yun sighed.

Zhang Heng became even more confused after hearing this, as if some distant memory was about to be evoked.

What's your name?

Zhang Gou Wa.

This is a bad name. From now on you will be called Zhang Heng.

"benefactor…"

Zhang Heng chewed on these two words over and over again, looking at Hua Wujue's face, his expression was slowly moved, and his eyes gradually turned red.

"Brother Wudao."

Zhang Heng kept wiping his eyes with the back of his hand and crying bitterly.

He rushed forward and hugged 깊花無禪, crying and telling her about the difficulties she had experienced over the years.

"Uh..." Yang Yun felt very embarrassed.

It seems that among the few people, this guy is the one living the most comfortable life.

"Okay." Hua Wujue was helpless. He picked up Zhang Heng like a chicken and slid him aside.

"No matter how old you are, you are still the same as before."

"Hehe, in front of the emperor, Zhang Heng will always be Zhang Heng."

Yang Yun looked at this scene and smiled slightly.

"Emperor, when did you come back?" Zhang Heng asked curiously.

"The future." Hua Wujue said.

"The future?" Zhang Heng was stunned.

"The future?" Yang Yun was stunned.

Could it be that at some point in the future, the Emperor will be resurrected?

"Let's go, there are still many things to do." Hua Wujue didn't explain that much.

"Oh."

Zhang Heng and Yang Yun followed immediately.

Hua Wujue's steps were like ripples, and in a few blinks, he had crossed layers of space and regions and came to a place full of restrictions.

"Your Luofeng Mountain can be summoned out."

Hua Wujue looked at the layers of restrictions beneath his feet and a lotus flower not far away.

Zhang Heng and Yang Yun looked at each other in surprise.

Luofeng Mountain, a ghost realm governed by two people.

Outsiders only know that this is a piece of land, but little do they know that this is actually a magical instrument.

Luofeng Mountain has physical magical instruments.

However, this thing is generally useless and is more like a magical instrument for viewing purposes. It is inferior to many magical instruments.

Now he didn't know why Hua Wujue wanted them to take it out.

"yes!"

But Yang Yun and Zhang Heng did not refuse.

Accompanied by a rumbling sound.

Luo Fengshan was summoned out.

This is a magical instrument that looks like a mountain, with chains wrapped around it.

The moment of His coming.

This forbidden area began to stir, and the white lotus not far away began to emit light.

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