Starting from the Dragon Tribe

If it were someone with a worse temperament, his scalp would probably go numb after seeing this terrifying scene.

But Lu Chen was never afraid of monsters, he only looked at strength.

He entered the city carelessly, while the Yin soldiers approached him.

The Yin soldier closest to him turned his head 180 degrees, with a strange smile on his face, and rushed towards Lu Chen backwards.

However, he stopped. Lu Chen raised a hand and grabbed Yin Bing's face tightly, "What are you jumping about?"

The Yin soldier struggled hard and let out a low roar that penetrated his throat. The broken spear in his hand was thrust towards Lu Chen in the opposite direction, but it broke into two pieces in front of the dark night wind blessed by Liuyun Armor.

"Can't you understand people?"

Lu Chen frowned and tried to communicate in the Huangquan tribe's unique language. This was the language he exchanged before entering the world, but the Yin soldier in front of him still kept struggling and roaring in command.

He couldn't feel the warmth of a living body when he grasped Yin Bing's face, but it wasn't a soul, more like a corpse.

Most of the Huangquan tribe are in insect form, and few are in human form. This does not mean that they are incapable of cultivating human form, but in the eyes of many Huangquan tribe, humans are ugly.

The second city lord Mutian is considered a rare exception. Before him, Tushan's records had not seen any Huangquan people who looked exactly like humans.

Lu Chen reached out with his other hand and exerted force with a flick. The broken armor on the Yin soldier's body was shattered, and the old clothes were completely shattered. He pointed at the opponent's shoulder and inserted it directly. It was still cold.

There was no sign of blood flowing in the body, but in his perception, the Yin soldiers in front of him were indeed human beings, but just dead.

Other Yin soldiers have already arrived. He doesn't know how these Yin soldiers are driven to carry out activities, but there is no need for him to hold back on the dead.

He struck repeatedly, shattering the spines of these Yin soldiers, losing their skeletal support, making it difficult for even the controlled dead to move. He did not directly chop the Yin soldiers into pieces, because he did not come to Huangquan to cause trouble.

Of course, it also depends on what the Huangquan clan does. He has never been a good person.

When the Huangquan clan member in the city, who was holding the souls of more than a dozen humans, saw this scene, he was stunned for a moment, dropped the iron chain in his hand, turned around and ran away.

Lu Chen scanned his vision and saw this Huangquan clan member. Naturally, it was impossible to let him go.

With a flash of figure, he stopped in front of the Huangquan clan member. He was somewhat similar to Sen Sensen, but this Huangquan clan member looked thinner as a flesh insect.

"Why are you running?"

Lu Chen asked in Huangquan dialect, looking at this Huangquan clan that even the reincarnated people had abandoned.

The body of this Huangquan tribe trembled, "You...are you Ouyang Sunset?"

"You recognize me?"

Lu Chen asked curiously, is he still famous among the Huangquan tribe? Or maybe Yan Mo arrived inside the Huangquan tribe before him and informed the tribe of his arrival.

"Recognize, recognize."

The thin Huangquan tribe stammered.

Lu Chen showed a kind smile, "Don't be afraid, I'm not a bad person."

The thin Huangquan clan glanced at the fallen Yin soldiers in the city, and said in his heart that you have killed a group of Yin soldiers right now, and you are ruthless. Now that you are blocking me from questioning, your explanation is very unconvincing!

"How do you Huangquan clan know about me?"

Lu Chen continued to ask.

The thin Huangquan clan looked around, as if hoping someone would come to rescue her, but the interior of Huangquan was sparsely populated, and this was just a pass. Yin soldiers were usually in charge, so there was no one from the same clan.

"We...all know it."

She said tremblingly.

Lu Chen frowned. He remembered that the name the other party just called him was Ouyang Sunset, not his name in this life or more than ten years ago.

"What's going on? Tell me in detail."

Lu Chen asked.

The thin Huangquan clan shook his head repeatedly, "No, this matter involves a secret. If I tell you, the higher ups will execute me."

Lu Chen was filled with doubts. He came to the Huangquan clan just to check things related to Wang Quan Wumu and see if he could resurrect a high-level thug to accompany him to plan some good things outside. Who knew that he would find out as soon as he came in? Secrets about yourself.

At this time, he thought of the message he found in Lian Wushan's Immortal Formation, "There are endless reincarnations, and there are endless beheadings."

The place of Underworld is naturally related to reincarnation. Is there any secret hidden here? Are the messages left to me by predecessors related to the Huangquan tribe?

Lu Chen put his hands on the shoulders of the thin Huangquan tribe, with a gentle tone and a smile on his face, "Just tell me, there is no one else around here anyway, so I won't talk nonsense."

The thin Huangquan clan trembled, "No... I can't say."

Lu Chen touched his face with one hand. My charm should be very high now. It is almost 50 points. But you are still so disrespectful. It seems that I can only change the way of negotiation.

So the next moment, what was placed on the shoulders of the Huangquan tribe was no longer his warm and gentle hand, but a dark sharp blade, "Can you say it now?"

The Huangquan clan insect had sweat on his face, "Master Yan will kill me."

Lu Chen smelled a fishy smell and took a step back in disgust.

It seems that this Huangquan tribe is very afraid of death, himself, and even more afraid of "Master Yan". Of course, "Master Yan" is just a translation from Huangquan dialect. Anyway, this is what he understands. The Huangquan tribe is not a human being.

He had a headache. He was a reckless man and didn't know how to search for souls. Otherwise, he would have been able to forcefully interrogate him.

When he couldn't get anything out of the question, he changed the question, "Where do you arrange the souls after death?"

This time the Huangquan clan answered, "The ones who have just arrived are with Master Qin, and those who are waiting for reincarnation are with Master Zhuanlun."

Lu Chen thought for a moment and compared it with his understanding, "Are you talking about King Qin Guang and King Zhuan Lun?"

The Huangquan clan nodded, seeming a little surprised. These deeds were never rumored in the human world, so I don't know how the other party knew about them.

Lu Chen was slightly reassured. It seemed that the underworld here was consistent with traditional Chinese myths and legends, except that the race here was the underworld. The various positions and places should be similar, which would be helpful for his investigation.

"How to get to Chakravartin King?"

He didn't think Wang Quan Wumu would still be with King Qin Guang after he had been dead for so many years.

This is what he has always been puzzled about. According to his speculation, since King Quan can be resurrected without twilight, it means that he has not been reincarnated at all.

Why is Wang Quan Wumu not reincarnated?

According to his understanding of the world, the Huangquan tribe is very efficient in doing things. Usually, the difference between a person's death and his rebirth is only a few days at most. If there had not been a large-scale war in the world and there were too many dead creatures, it would probably be a few days. It was arranged within an hour, and it was not unprecedented for someone to be born immediately after death.

He has stayed in Tushan for a long time, and many things can be seen from the cases of reincarnation and relationship renewal in previous years. The luckiest people are basically those who have just died, and new names appear on Tushan's relationship renewal list. Of course , whether the relationship can be renewed successfully depends on how the child grows up.

As the Red Thread Immortal of Tushan, Feng Xi made an iron rule when he was in power: he was not allowed to help monsters to renew their relationship before the reincarnation partner turned fourteen.

It's not that the maximum death penalty is three years, it's mainly for some kind of balance. If every monster knows who his/her partner will be after reincarnation, then they all take them back as child brides or child brides. How can that work? All chaos.

Therefore, it is illegal for Tushan Hongxian to reveal whether the reincarnation object is reincarnated and what its name is in this life.

Hmm... Actually, the heads of Tushan often broke the rules for his sake.

For example, when Nangong was sunset in his last life, a certain Tushan Demon King would have taken him away if he had not known where the surname Nangong came from among humans and could not find anyone.

There are also many monsters who are not willing to give in, and will try to bribe the Huangquan tribe to find out the name of the person who will be reincarnated.

Unlike Tu Shan, because the reincarnation was arranged by the Huangquan clan, they not only knew the name, but even knew which family the other person had chosen after reincarnation, which was much more accurate.

Previously, Sister Yaya was looking for the Huangquan clan, wanting to ask about his situation, and wanted to know whether he was still "queuing up" or if he was really in trouble.

"I...I don't know, I only know how to get to Mr. Qin's place."

The thin Huangquan tribe trembled, fearing that the other party would not be satisfied with his answer and would be killed the next moment.

Seeing Lu Chen's suspicious eyes, she quickly said: "I really don't know. Each of the ten halls has their own duties. I am only responsible for detaining souls and sending them to the first hall for review. I don't know the Huangquan clan in other halls."

Lu Chen saw that this Huangquan clan member was almost fainting from fright, and it didn't seem like he was lying, so he took a step back and stopped asking, "How to get to the First Hall?"

"After exiting from the east gate of this ancient city, and going forward fifty miles, there will be an archway that looks like a gate. After passing through it, it will be there."

The thin Huangquan tribe said slowly.

"You didn't lie to me, did you?"

Lu Chen's eyes were like daggers.

"Don't dare."

The thin Huangquan tribe shook their heads repeatedly.

Lu Chen turned around and took two steps forward, then paused, which made the Huangquan clansman's heart skip a beat, "Which way is east?"

It's true that he has a sense of direction, but the ghost knows the definition of east, west, south, and west in the underworld.

The thin Huangquan tribe pointed in a direction, and Lu Chen confirmed before setting off.

This guy shouldn't dare to lie, and the distance of fifty miles is very close to him, and he can tell it at a glance.

The main reason was that he didn't want to take this smelly guy with him, which would cause panic.

After a while, Lu Chen saw the "door" that the Huangquan tribe called. It was somewhat similar to the torii of a Japanese shrine, but much grander. The pillars were dim gray in color, and the plaque on the top was engraved with two large characters: " "One Palace"

He thought briefly and stepped over. He wanted to see what secrets were hidden in this underworld.

…………

In the human world, under the moonlit night, in the desert.

The members of the Qi Dao Alliance and the Monster Clan had all left, and a figure appeared on the ruins of Mutian City.

The white Taoist robe opened in the wind, revealing the thick hair on his chest. He drank from a pot of wine facing the moon.

"You didn't stop him?"

A voice sounded, as if all other noises in the world had disappeared.

The figure was shrouded in a golden light, making it hard to see clearly. You could only vaguely see him crossing his legs lazily, with one elbow propped up in front of his knees, and his hand dragging his chin, as if he was bored by everything.

The Taoist did not turn around, "Isn't this exactly what you want to see? You have done a lot for Wang Quan Wumu's resurrection, right?"

The golden man said calmly: "This is just a last resort, the worst method of resurrection."

"Oh? Do you really think so? Compared to Tushan's method, this is much more stable, right?"

The Taoist smiled, turned around and looked at the golden light, his eyes slightly narrowed, "I'm just curious, why don't you supervise it yourself?"

The Jinguang man, or rather the third young master of the Aolai Kingdom, the most powerful man in the world, his tone became unkind, "What are you guessing about?"

"I'm not guessing, I'm just curious. You did this back then, but now... you can't do it?"

The Taoist's tone was calm and he took another sip of wine.

"Everyone in the world thinks that the underworld can be entered but not exited, but this is not the case."

The third young master said calmly.

"So that's it. I was mistaken. You really can't do it."

The Taoist understood what the other party said. It was not that the third young master was in hell and couldn't get out, but that he... couldn't get in at all now.

As for the reasons, there are many.

The Taoist seemed to be feeling a little emotional, and put away the wine bottle, "You are so optimistic about Wang Quan Wumu, why didn't you save him back then?"

The third young master was silent for a moment, "It was a step too late. I was recovering from my injuries at that time."

The Taoist smiled and said, "If you miss it, you have missed it. Why bother with such a deep obsession? And you have a new goal now, right?"

The third young master shook his head, "It's different. He is special. As the first person to discover the meaning of the King's Sword, he is the pioneer. Those who come after him only benefit from it. He is the best person to use that sword. "

"What about royal power and wealth?"

The Taoist asked back.

"Optional."

The third young master's gaze penetrated the sky, and his eyes seemed to be able to see the child who was retreating into the crowd.

"So the only person in your heart who can wield the King Quan Sword is the best seed, King Quan Wumu, right?"

The Taoist's clothes rustled in the night wind.

The third young master looked at the hole left in the ground and asked, "So what?"

"You value that sword too much. You need to know that people are more important than swords."

The Taoist shook his head, as if he did not agree with the third young master's thoughts.

"That's why I gave Ouyang Sunset clues to find Wang Quan Wumu."

The third young master did not confirm what the other party said, nor did he deny it.

"What about Ouyang Sunset? Just because he doesn't use that sword, are you going to let him die?"

There was finally a trace of dissatisfaction in the Taoist's tone.

The third young master sneered, "After the ancient times, no one can cross the line again. Neither he nor Wang Quan Wumu can do it. I only need people who can use that sword."

The Taoist sighed, "You are too paranoid and you will lose."

The third young master stretched his body in mid-air and stood up. A pair of divine eyes seemed to be able to penetrate everything. Invisible pressure surged between heaven and earth. The vast sky seemed to be dyed with a layer of golden light, like the sunrise in the night.

"Ha ha ha ha--"

He laughed wildly for a while, "Will I lose?"

His eyes seemed to be burning with divine fire that far surpassed the pure Yang Yan, and he stared closely at the Taoist in front of him, "Who will he lose to?"