Longevity in the world of martial arts

Chapter 358 The eighth floor of the black prison, white hair leisurely (fourth more)
People don't want to die, and ghosts and gods are no exception. Even though the seven ghost saints disdain Lu Xin's ideas, they still choose the only way to survive between life and death.

"Okay, I will surrender to you, but please remember your promise, and give me back my freedom after a thousand years." The seven ghost saints were also decisive people, and they had already made a decision after looking at each other.

boom!
Lu Xin waved away the restriction, and also let the seven ghost saints regain their freedom.

"I don't know your lord Gao's name, how should we address you?" The Blood Ghost Saint bowed.

"My name is Cangming, you can call me Emperor Cangming!" Lu said.

"Emperor Cang Ming?"

The seven ghost sages murmured to themselves, with astonishment flashing across their eyes, since the birth of Jiuyou, only the five ghost emperors can be called emperors, and even the top ten ghost emperors dare not call themselves emperors.

Could it be... is the Cangming Emperor in front of him really comparable to the existence of the five ghost emperors?

"Emperor, the shattering of this black prison prison will definitely make the ten underworld kings feel bad. We'd better leave this place as soon as possible." A ghost saint reminded.

Unfortunately, Lu Xin did not respond to this person, but continued to walk towards the eighth floor of the seamless black prison, which also changed the faces of the seven ghost saints, and someone even stopped him: "The emperor is not allowed to enter the eighth floor, In the eighth floor of the black prison, there are ancient fierce demons who have been suppressed, and there are also seals laid by the top ten underworld lords."

"Wait here for my return."

Lu Xin's face was expressionless. Under the horrified eyes of the seven ghost saints, he shattered the seal on the eighth floor with one palm, and entered the eighth-layer black prison.

Seeing that Lu Xin had disappeared, the seven ghost saints were extremely silent, and everyone's eyes flashed with horror.

"The eighth seal was laid by the Lord of the Underworld, and this person can smash it with one palm. I'm afraid he is comparable to the Lord of the Underworld." A ghost saint said solemnly.

"The eighth floor imprisoned a terrorist who was suppressed by the ten underworld kings. It has been tens of thousands of years ago. If this fierce monster is still alive, I am afraid that his cultivation at this moment will be extremely terrifying." Another ghost Sheng said heavily.

"How about... I just leave here...?" The Blood Ghost Saint hesitantly asked.

"It's extremely stupid. As a ghost saint, what we comprehend is the law of the nine seclusions. If we break our promise, how can we achieve enlightenment in meditation? I'm afraid that before we can get out of this endless black prison, under the disturbance of our own demons, we must Fell below the holy realm." The Blood River Ghost Sage scolded slightly.

"Are we really going to wait here for his return, and won't be able to serve him within a thousand years?" The Blood Ghost Saint asked a little unwillingly.

"Humph!"

"The existence of vicious demons on the eighth floor is comparable to the existence of the Great Sage. If this person dies here in vain, then our promise will not be counted." The Blood River Ghost Sage laughed out loud, which also made everyone's eyes light up, and one after another Nod in agreement.

……

Eight layers of Hell.

The void trembled, ripples spread, and Lu Xin stepped out. The scene in front of him made him slightly stunned, and then he returned to his indifferent appearance.

Singing birds and fragrant flowers, green mountains and green waters, a thatched hut, and a clear pool, a young man in white clothes and white hair sits cross-legged beside the clear pool, fishing leisurely with a fishing rod in his hand.

It's just that the white-haired man is very strange. His hook hangs straight on the lake surface, and there is no bait on the hook. Even with his back to Lu Xin, people can't see his appearance clearly.

Step-step-step!

Lu Xin smiled calmly, and every step he took made the space crackle. Although there was no aura in his body, a compelling aura emanated from Lu Xin's surroundings.

Without him.

Because in Lu Xin's eyes, the white-haired man with his back to him is very strong. This is also the strongest person Lu Xin has ever seen in his life. However, although the other party is extremely powerful, Lu Xin does not have much fluctuations. Xin has absolute confidence, and he can suppress this person within ten breaths.

Ten breaths!These two simple words are Lu Xin's affirmation of this white-haired man. Since Lu Xin came to this world, all opponents can be killed by him with one blow, and Lu Xin can think that this white-haired man is holding ten breaths in his hands. This is already a great compliment.

Walking forward until he came behind the white-haired man, Lu Xin looked at the fishing rod in his hand, with a smile on the corner of his mouth, and said, "Your hook is straight and has no bends. When will you catch fish in the pond?"

"I'm not fishing for fish, I'm fishing for people's hearts." The white-haired man didn't move, but a leisurely voice slowly sounded from his mouth.

Hearing the white-haired man's words, Lu Xin smiled slightly and said, "People's hearts? What's the use of people's hearts?"

"People's hearts are inherently evil, and they live toward death. A living being is born to die. This is a reincarnation. If you can catch the hearts of all living beings, you can get a glimpse of the way of eternity." The white-haired man whispered.

"Sitting here cross-legged, have you caught the hearts of all beings?" Lu Xin asked with a smile.

"The hearts of sentient beings are so hard to catch, but the appearance of fellow Taoists let me know that there are really immortal people in this world."

When the sky changed, the wind and clouds rose suddenly, and a cosmic picture scroll of stars flowed in the void. In this picture scroll, endless stars traversed the sky, the mighty river of stars continued to surge, and even large stars continued to explode in the sea of ​​stars. Vision, but the power that blooms makes people feel extremely frightened.

The fishing rod disappeared from the white-haired man's hands, and his body, which had sat for ages, finally stood up. When the white-haired man turned his head, a terrifying face appeared in Lu Xin's eyes.

He has no facial features, his white hair is scattered, and an eerie aura circulates around the white-haired man. Although he has no eyes, it seems that he has a pair of eyes that can see through the world, and he is looking up and down at Lu Xin.

"In the body of a stranger, the life wheel does not move, and its cultivation is boundless. It seems that you are the one I want to wait for." The white-haired man saw Lu Xin's real body at a glance, and his voice also faintly had a strange color.

"Are you waiting for me?" Lu Xin narrowed his eyes slightly, and his heart was shocked.

The white-haired man shook his head slowly, and his voice was unpredictable: "It's not that I'm waiting for you, but my master is waiting for you."

"Who is your master?"

"Emperor Fengdu!"

The two asked and answered each other, seeming to have a tacit understanding, and then became silent.

"Where is he?"

"Being plotted against, suppressed on the ninth floor of the black prison."

"You want me to save him?"

"It's not that I think, but you will definitely save him."

After a short conversation, the atmosphere was oppressive, and the space was silent again. Lu Xin narrowed his eyes slightly, the light in his eyes kept flashing, and the aura around him was extremely dark.

Although the white-haired man in front of him did not show any power, Lu Xin dared to conclude that this man must be a great sage, even comparable to the ten great kings of the underworld, and his master was Feng Du Great Emperor, what is the cultivation level of Great Emperor Fengdu?

(End of this chapter)