Prehistoric: Twelve Golden Immortals At The Beginning Of The Game

Chapter 102

“Unlock Dao-level Divine Realm Cultivation Technique: Reincarnation Art.”

“Unlock the middle-grade magic weapon of the Taoist rank: the judge’s pen, the book of life and death.”

Listening to the system prompt, Li Xuan couldn’t see any waves on Li Xuan’s face.

He said lightly:

“From this moment on, you are the seventh disciple of my Xuantian school. For other matters, Senior Sister Ziyuan, you will be familiar with it, so let’s go to practice cultivation.”

Yi Wangchuan prostrated his head:

“The disciple obeyed.”

Ziyuan took the Yiwangchuan Dao Gongfa Building to take the exercises. While introducing the matter, he took him to the dormitory of the exercise room for a circle. Only then did he return to the arch bridge and continue to feel Lei Dao.

In the Honghuang Temple,

Li Xuan opened the apprentice package, only to hear the system sound again:

“Congratulations to the host, you have been rewarded with a cultivation base, and your realm has been raised to the middle stage of the Great Luo Jinxian.”

“Congratulations to the host, get the magic weapon reward, the best magic weapon of the Taoist order: the hall of reincarnation.”

Li Xuan looked at the pocket palace hovering in front of him, lost in thought.

Temple of Reincarnation

Where the road of reincarnation is, the only way for the reincarnation of the prehistoric creatures.

“If the Temple of Reincarnation is here, then what method is used for the reincarnation of the Yinsi Ghost Domain?”

Li Xuan squinted his eyes, his face revealed a rare solemn expression.

He said solemnly:

“Aster.”

On the arch bridge, Ziyuan appeared outside the Honghuang Temple when he heard the call of the master, and when he thought of it,

She quickly stepped into the hall and came to Li Xuan:

“Master, what is your command.”

Li Xuan glanced at Ziyuan, and from her, he saw the scene of the ghost realm that day.

Countless ghosts were rushed from the Wangchuan River to the shore and escorted to the Yan Luo Temple, but the scene behind the Yan Luo Temple was not seen.

Li Xuan said in a deep voice:

“You ask Xuanyuantai to go to the Yinsi Ghost Territory again to investigate the operation of the Yinsi Ghost Territory and the reincarnation of dead souls.”

Shion was startled, not understanding why Master suddenly gave this order.

But Master’s order, don’t dare to fail,

Ziyuan immediately led the order to leave Xuantian Peak and went to work.

Dagan Palace, inside the imperial study room,

Xuanyuantai was reviewing the memorials. Suddenly, he stopped writing and looked at the plain-robed girl who appeared quietly before him. He smiled and stood up and said:

“Senior Sister arrived, there is a loss to welcome.”

Shion said softly:

“Junior Brother is serious,”

Xuanyuantai asked:

“Senior Sister came to visit suddenly, but Master has something to order?”

Shion nodded slightly and said:

“Master ordered you and I to investigate the operation of the ghost domain and the reincarnation of the undead.”

Xuanyuantai was taken aback:

“The operation of the ghost domain and the reincarnation of the dead souls. We came and went in a hurry at the beginning, and we did not pay attention to this aspect.”

“It’s true that Junior Brother was negligent.”

Shion looked at the mountain-like memorials on the table, pondered for a moment, and said:

“If Junior Brother has something to do, I can wait for a while, it’s okay.”

Xuanyuantai smiled and shook his head:

“The trivial matter in the world, dare to let the senior sister wait,”

“Besides, Master’s order, I dare not neglect.”

“Senior Sister, let’s go.”

Ziyuan nodded slightly, and the two disappeared in place.

At this time, the Yinsi King was controlled by Xuanyuantai’s official seal. It can be said that the entire Yinsi Ghost Domain is also under Xuanyuantai’s control.

Coupled with the blessing of the cultivation base, the two entered the Yin Division, and even the Yin Division King was not aware of it.

The two passed through the Yan Luo Temple and came directly to the Naihe Bridge, looking at the old man who was holding soup on the bridge head, frowning and walking in front of the old man.

Looking at the soup in the old man’s hands, Xuanyuantai’s expression gradually turned gloomy.

Seeing the two suddenly appearing, the old man interrupted the team drinking soup and crossing the bridge, with a somewhat displeased expression on his face:

“Where’s the little bastard, don’t you understand the rules of Naiheqiao!”

“To cross the bridge, line up first.”

“It’s your turn to be qualified to drink this bowl of soup.”

Xuanyuantai narrowed his eyes, staring condescendingly at the bowl of soup in the old man’s hand, and said coldly:

“Tell me, what is in your soup?”

While talking, Xuanyuantai’s aura overflowed uncontrollably, alarming King Yinsi.

In an instant, King Yinsi appeared behind the two of them. He looked at Xuanyuantai and the girl with a terrifying aura who suddenly did not know when he appeared. His hands and feet trembled slightly, and he knelt down suddenly:

“Chen, see your Majesty.”

“Your Majesty arrives, the minister has missed a long way to welcome him, and the crime deserves a million deaths.”

Xuanyuantai turned a deaf ear, just staring at the old man holding soup in front of him, and said coldly:

“Tell me, what is in your bowl?”

The old man knew Xuanyuantai’s identity, and was shaking all over with fright. He knelt down and said:

“My Majesty, my Majesty, this bowl is filled with Meng Po soup that can wash away the memories of the souls of the dead.”

“Oh? Really?” Xuanyuantai took the soup in his hand and handed it to his mouth, and said coldly:

“Since it’s Meng Po soup, drink it.”

The old man’s expression changed, and his face suddenly turned pale:

“Your Majesty, this, this is not in compliance.”

While talking, the old man turned his head to look at King Yinsi who was kneeling under the bridge, and tried his best to ask King Yinsi for help.

It’s just that today’s Yinsi King can be described as a mud bodhisattva crossing the river, and it is hard to protect himself, so how can he have the courage to control the affairs of the elderly.

These little movements were all seen by Xuanyuantai.

“Don’t drink it.” He sneered, holding the bowl of soup, and looked at King Yinsi who was kneeling under the bridge, his expression gradually becoming indifferent:

“He doesn’t drink, you drink.”

Yinsi Wang’s expression changed:

“Your Majesty, Minister…”

Before he finished speaking, Xuanyuantai stuffed the soup bowl directly into the old man’s mouth, and the hot soup flowed into the old man’s throat. No matter how hard the old man struggled, his body could not move.

After a while, the old man’s body began to tremble crazily and twisted, and a puff of black smoke emerged from the old man and filled the Naihe Bridge.

In the blink of an eye, the old man’s soul body had already become extremely transparent, and it shattered directly in front of Xuanyuantai Ziyuan’s eyes, turning into pure energy all over the ground.

Xuanyuantai threw away the pottery bowl in his hand, and looked coldly at King Yin Si who was kneeling on the ground and trembling:

“The poison soup that decomposes the souls of the dead and extracts energy and evil qi has turned into a Mengpo soup that washes away memories in your mouth?”

“Tell me, this Yinsi Ghost Territory has been like this for thousands of years, making people reincarnate?”

“That’s how you are, being the King of Yin Division?”

King Yinsi was so frightened that his whole body shook into a sieve, his forehead stuck to the ground, and he trembled:

“Your Majesty is wronged, wronged.”

“This reincarnation is related to the balance of the creatures in the human realm. It is to give the ministers ten courage, and the ministers dare not act so recklessly.”

“It’s all the cloudy sky, these are all instigated by the cloudy sky,”

“Your Majesty is completely unaware of it.”

Xuanyuantai’s face became colder and colder:

“Don’t know? I’ll give you one last chance, you say it again.”

In an instant, a wave of death rushed into my heart.

King Yin Si understood that, if he dared to say a half sentence wrong, he would immediately die and his soul would disappear.

It’s definitely not much better than turning into evil spirits and crystals.

Stimulated by the strong desire to survive, King Yin Si finally couldn’t help but told the truth:

“10%,”

“Only 10% of the dead souls are broken down into evil spirits and energy crystals each year.”

“Only?” Xuanyuantai’s expression was hard to see the extreme, he almost gritted his teeth and said:

“Hundreds of thousands of miles in the human land, hundreds of billions of living beings, how many lives can die every year and be drawn to the Yin Division?”

“You tell me, only?”

“Your fucking conscience was eaten by a dog?”

“!!!”