Walking through the Yin Realm of Linghuang Palace, Peng Yu came back to the Ueda Sea.

A wisp of red mist floated, and Peng Yu took the initiative to absorb the memory.

This memory is very fragmented, it is a scene of Linghuang and Gao Xuan drinking.

It was a very dilapidated restaurant. The lobby was empty, and dozens of wine jars were placed around the two.

The young man opposite was somewhat similar to Zhuanyang. Seeing that face, Peng Yu silently greeted him in his heart.

Meeting again, Gaoyang King.

Over the past decades, he has seen people countless times in the memory of the Spirit Emperor.

Relatives, friends, benefactors, alliances, partners, political enemies, dead enemies...

The characters between them change with different memories. The complexity of the Linghuang's emotions towards Gao Xuan is far more bloody than the series.

"Fortunately, in my memory this time, the Spirit Emperor did not hate him."

Peng Yu felt very happy that he raised his glass and touched Gao Xuan gently: "Think about it carefully, you and I have known each other for more than a hundred years."

"To be precise, it's one hundred and thirty-eight years and five months."

Gao Xuan was covered in alcohol and her cheeks were slightly red.

Through his eyes, Peng Yu saw the appearance of the Ling Emperor.

The young man also looked drunk. He was wearing mourning clothes without any sorrow, and even had a wide open collar. The wine stained the collar along his neck and slid off his body.

"So, I'm one hundred and fifty years old this year?" The young Spirit Emperor sighed: "Has it been so long?"

"I have lived for more than a hundred years and have just breathed the breath of freedom outside."

One hundred and fifty years old?

Peng Yu's heart moved. That wasn't the time for Emperor Li to ascend the throne? So, the empress just died, was it a celebration banquet?

Linghuang, no, Kunxuan shook his wine glass: "Brother Xiao Gao, thank you."

"If you hadn't been to your protection over the years, I would have died in the forbidden palace."

"Didn't you save me many times? I got smallpox back then, thanks to you who saved me." Gao Xuan leaned forward, and Peng Yu saw his hand slowly reaching over.

As he got closer, he finally patted Kunxuan's shoulders and closed his clothes again.

"It's windy outside, be careful of catching a cold."

"But I won't get sick." Peng Yu felt himself giggling, so he simply threw away the deep clothes.

When the cold wind blew, Kunxuan shuddered and became a little more awake.

Gao Xuan was stunned and smiled bitterly: "Yes, the immortal body of the Qiankun is bound to the world. The world is operating normally and is not disturbed by the evil spirits. It is really enviable."

"But I have five major disasters, which are much more painful than you have headaches and fevers."

...

As the memory dissipated, Peng Yu shook his head.

"This time it's done. His Majesty the Spirit Emperor is very excited and excited. Is it because Emperor Li ascended the throne, he finally gained freedom and can leave the palace?"

This memory has no negative impact on Peng Yu. When Kunxuan was young, Gao Xuan was the friend of the general leader. When Kunxuan was twelve years old, Gao Xuan entered the palace to accompany him. The two of them spent time and time murders in the palace to resolve the problem.

Conspiracy every time.

At this time, Kunxuan put his cousin in the same position as his brother. Even there was a deep friendship between him and his cousin.

If someone tells Kunxuan, the two of them will turn against each other in the future, and the young man will only sneer.

Reverse?

Kunxuan didn't bother to think about this possibility.

Therefore, after the extremely tragic breakup behind, Kunxuan's hatred became so deep.

I will never forgive even after my death.

...

Under the influence of the excitement of the Spirit Emperor, Peng Yu's emotions also became happy.

Crossing the sea of ​​flowers, he trotted to the atrium and even jumped a few times higher.

The pollution of the demonic air is getting worse and worse, and the hatred from the Spirit Emperor has eroded many palaces.

Walking through the door of a palace, through the crack of the door, Peng Yu saw the dense chains in the palace.

The owner of the palace was a minister of the Linghuang. After his death, he was buried in the Linghuang Palace. Because of his devilization, he was sometimes crazy and sometimes awake. So ten years ago, he restrained himself to prevent going out to do evil.

There are many similar examples. Those broken and destroyed natal gods formed one demonic realm after another under the invasion of demonic energy. Even Prince Gaoyang has never appeared in the past few years, and has been sleeping to suppress the demonic nature.

Following the habits in Linghuang's memory, Peng Yu came to the palace above the underground palace with ease.

For more than 30 years, Peng Yu has not dared to go in.

But this time, with the encouragement of the Spirit Emperor's emotions, he stepped into the palace.

In an instant, he was pulled into the darkness.

"This is the underground palace?"

When the Huntian Gang Qi of Gan Sanjie is circulating, the Miluo Imperial Seal of Kun Sanjie is automatically flew out to protect the master.

The biggest reason why Peng Yu is now brave is that his greatest confidence is Huangji Seal.

This extremely stinky treasure is comparable to the Martial Saint, which can help Peng Yu escape unscathed.

The Linghuang Underground Palace is very vast and covers a wider area than the surface.

The imperial seal above Peng Yu's head acts as a torch to illuminate the corridor in the darkness.

"This underground palace is full of traces of the immortal art of the universe. It should be that the Spirit Emperor came here to make arrangements in person before he scattered his skills?"

When he arrived at a fork, he was about to turn left.

Suddenly, the walls on both sides opened and two clay figurines cut down with their knives.

when--

The air mask formed by Huntian Gangqi shattered the long knife and then smashed the mud figurines.

The fragments floated on the ground, controlled by invisible forces, and returned to mud figurines.

Peng Yu's face changed: "The Spirit Emperor's eternal immortal art?"

The Eternal Immortal Art, similar to the Eternal Space Imprint of the Huangji Seal, is a permanent spell. As long as the spiritual energy remains unfinished, it can exist to the end of the universe.

"No, the Spirit Emperor set up the eternal immortal art in his underground palace. Will the damaged objects be automatically restored?"

He tried to make a hole in the wall.

Soon, the walls were restored.

"Not good. In this case, you cannot conflict with the existence in the underground palace."

Seeing the clay figurines revived, they summoned other companions.

Peng Yu used the technique of concealing the universe and integrating himself with space.

The clay figurine stood there and turned its head, finally took off its head, and acted as an instrument to scan every corner.

No enemy was found, and the mud figurines returned to the dark room and the walls closed again.

"Fortunately, His Majesty Ling Emperor's underground palace is quite friendly to the Qiankun lineage."

Shuving through the underground palace, Peng Yu once again used the spell to find someone.

However, the restoration effect of the underground palace wiped out all traces.

Peng Yu pondered for a moment and turned around and looked back.

At some point, the corridor behind me turned into eight forks.

"Can the underground palace still change at will? Wait, is this the thousand-year tomb? Is the outer maze of the old man Tiandun?"

Once again sighing at Linghuang's erudition and talent, Peng Yu continued to move forward.

"Not afraid, I have the Emperor Seal in my hand anyway. If I really can't get out, then I'll break through the underground palace."

The top of the underground palace is the surface of the earth. No matter how the passage changes, as long as you smash through the underground palace, you can return to the ground of the Linghuang Palace.

...

The scholar ran wildly in the darkness, and behind him was a group of fast-flying paper butterflies. A strange laughter came from the paper butterflies, calling the scholar back to the middle of them.

I don’t know how long it took, but the scholar finally found a corridor he had walked through based on Qimen Dunjia.

"It's this side, I just passed by. The road has not been moved yet, so you can go out."

Recalling the memories in his mind, he quickly entered the next corridor before the corridor turned direction.

Behind him, the corridor slowly moved. The passage turned into a wall, and the paper butterfly was blocked at the other end of the wall.

Walking forward carefully, the scholar took out the pill and threw it into his mouth.
To be continued...