The celestial master who suppressed the world

Chapter 233 Immortal Body, By the River of Forgetfulness

In front of the huge bronze coffin, the old man in black armor looked at Xu Cheng in front of him with emotion.

"I thought that for a hundred years, I would not see you set foot on the fifth level of Daojun, but I didn't expect it to be so long."

There was a smile in the old man's eyes, he nodded and said softly: "So, it is worth entrusting my Xianqin Million Heijia..."

"Senior, Emperor, have you fallen?"

Xu Cheng looked at the bronze coffin and said in a low voice.

What Xianqin inherited was the Qiyun Daogong lineage's cultivation technique.

Obtaining the inheritance of Qiyun Taoist Palace, combined with the inheritance of Xianqin, Xu Cheng has already seen through the body in front of him.

Although this body is the body of Emperor Ying Shuo, the soul is not.

"Besieged by the Tianjiao of a hundred clans, the emperor doesn't want Hei Jia to withdraw from Wangchuan, so..." There are flashes of spiritual light in the eyes of the old man.

"Before the emperor died, he handed over this body to me. He said that in his Taoist realm, there are logistics supplies of millions of black armor from Xianqin, as well as the inheritance of Xianqin, so it cannot be lost in the void."

"I'm Xianqin Heijia Zuodu Wei Zhangshu."

Xian Qin Zuo Duwei, this is a senior general in charge of an army of [-], and his cultivation level is also above the fifth level of Daojun.

Xu Cheng looked at the old man in front of him and raised his hand in a salute.

Abandoning one's own body to protect the inheritance for Ying Shuo, this kind of loyalty is worthy of Xu Cheng's gift.

"Being able to entrust the emperor's inheritance and millions of black armors, I, Zhang Shu, can be considered to be able to meet those brothers who died in battle..."

Zhang Shu sighed softly, looked at Xu Cheng with a solemn expression, "Are you willing to accept the inheritance of the emperor and bear the life and death of millions of black armor?"

The inheritance of Xianqin.

The life and death of a million black armors.

Xu Cheng has no shortage of Xianqin inheritance.

What he wants is the Taoist world of an emperor.

It's just that he didn't expect that millions of black armors were also involved.

That is the warrior who has been stationed in Wangchuan for thousands of years.

It was the remnant army who had left the Profound Sky World for thousands of years and never returned.

300 million troops, only one million left.

Seeing Xu Cheng hesitate, a smile appeared on the face of the old man in black armor.

"You are afraid that the million black armor will be your burden, aren't you?"

Xu Cheng did not deny it.

Among his avatars, Wanhua Demon Lord and Guo Changqing have millions of troops under their command.

Adding millions of black armors with unknown combat power is not of much use.

"Do you know where Wangchuan is?"

Before Xu Cheng could open his mouth, Zhang Shu had already spoken out: "Wangchuan, the moat of heaven, one guards the netherworld, and the other refuses outside the realm."

"Millions of black-armored soldiers, in terms of single-player combat power, may not even be as good as the outer sects of those big sects."

"However, they have been stationed in Wangchuan for thousands of years, and they are infected with the death energy of the netherworld."

"This death energy impregnates them so that they can no longer practice with the spirit of a fairy, and even the sunlight and starlight in the world can kill them."

Looking at Xu Cheng, there was a trace of bitterness in Zhang Shu's eyes: "They will never return, but in that gloom, they can be said to be immortal!"

Immortal!

Infiltrated by the spirit of the nether world, the body is immortal.

This immortality, the price involved, can be said to be worse than death.

"Do you understand? If you set foot in the Nether World in the future, with such a large army, you can run rampant in the Nether World."

After Zhang Shu finished speaking, he fixedly looked at Xu Cheng.

Step into the world of the underworld.

Xu Cheng thought of the golden token.

That is the token leading to the nether world.

He couldn't help but think of that tall gate, that coffin, and Zhenjun Yuxuan who voluntarily stepped into that gate.

Behind that gate, there must be a great secret!
Xu Cheng raised his head, looked at the old man in front of him, and said in a deep voice, "Okay, I promise you."

"Okay, okay," the old man raised his head, his eyes blurred: "Dijun, brothers, Zhang Shu's mission has been completed..."

"Om-"

As his voice fell, the black armor shattered inch by inch.

The body of Emperor Xianqin turned into a gloomy beam of light.

A dark gate appeared in front of Xu Cheng.

"Where Wangchuan is located, even Emperor Jiuzhong cannot seal the town."

"This teleportation formation is based on the emperor's body and guided by my soul. It can lead you to the bank of the River of Forgetfulness, my black-armored camp."

"Only by gaining the trust of Hei Jia can you inherit the emperor's realm."

"I can only hold on for ten years. If you don't return after ten years, then you can only stay in Wangchuan forever and never come back..."

Looking at the courtyard, Xu Cheng nodded.

To win the trust of Heijia, to gain the realm of the emperor.

I need to go to the bank of the Forgotten River.

ten years.

If he can't subdue a million black armors in ten years, then he, Xu Cheng, is not qualified to inherit the Dao Realm of Emperor Xianqin.

He straightened his clothes, bowed to the beam of light, and stepped into the dark door of light.

"Om-"

The light gate disappeared in place.

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"boom--"

"Hurry up, the Third East Battalion needs support! Get on the strong crossbow! Strong crossbow!"

"There are no more crossbow arrows, form an formation, kill—"

"The Fourth East Battalion has been breached, hold on to the camp, and give the brothers time to recover, shit, I haven't grown this dick yet!"

"What's the use of that thing? Go first when you grow arms and legs, and come back after you're dead anyway!"

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"Ding! Congratulations to the host for signing in to the Immortal Qin Heijia Camp on the Bank of the River of Forgetfulness, and reward you with a copy of the casting drawing of the Buddha of Forget River."

Following the sound of the system prompt, Xu Cheng's figure appeared in a huge black stone hall.

In the middle of the hall, there are light arrays, and in the streamer, strong men in broken black armor rush out.

When many people rushed out of the light formation, they were still missing arms and legs, and they walked out step by step, and their bodies had returned to their original shape.

"What's the matter? Go support the Third East Battalion, are you so afraid of death in the Daoist Battalion?" Behind Xu Cheng, someone shouted loudly, and then threw a dark spear into Xu Cheng's arms.

This long spear was polished from an unknown animal bone, and only a few dao patterns were slightly engraved on it, which could barely be regarded as a talisman weapon.

"Form the formation, go to the third battalion!" A strong man in black armor wearing a half-cape yelled loudly. Behind him, soldiers in black armor held knives and guns and formed a square formation.

"Battle formation!" Xu Cheng's expression changed.

Once the phalanx was completed, there was a phantom of a ferocious armored beast immediately.

The ten-foot-tall behemoth stepped out of the hall and rushed towards the east.

Holding a black spear in his hand, Xu Cheng quickly followed behind the giant beast.

Other scattered soldiers also followed behind the giant beast.

Everyone didn't speak, just lowered their heads, lowered their bodies, and kept running forward.

Xu Cheng raised his head and looked around, only to see dense stretches of military tents stretching between the dark sky and the earth.

Ahead, endless evil spirit rises.

The evil spirit was so strong that it stained the entire sky in red and black.

Forget River!

At the end of the red and black colors, there is a wave of gray, black and yellow waves, which exudes a trace of decay.

What flows in the river of forgetfulness is the air of death that can make the world fall forever!

All the black armors formed an army formation, guarding the bank of the river of forgetting, and killed all the gray and strange beasts that rushed out of the river of forgetting.

"town--"

With a loud shout in front, a three-foot-long golden armor swung a long knife, chopping dozens of strange beasts in front of him into pieces.

He himself was torn apart by those strange beasts.

"Haha, brothers, wait for a moment."

With only half of his body left, the golden armor stretched out his hand, took a handful of the water of the Forgotten River, and swallowed it into his stomach.

Following the entrance of the River of Forgetfulness, his body turned into a dark aura that drifted away.

"kill--"

Around Xu Cheng, figures rushed forward one after another.

Holding a spear in his hand, Xu Cheng followed.

(End of this chapter)