The small attic was filled with faint light until a long time later, a sound came from the building.

"If I go out, there will be no immortals in the world." A vicissitudes of voice came from the depths of the building, and the voice was filled with fatigue.

Until a ray of light appeared, like a projection, in front of this black fog, an old man in white clothes, all his beards were hard to see clearly. He sat cross-legged on a huge rock, closed his eyes and spoke without saying a word, and around it was full of turbulent and magma ripped with flames.

"I know, but there are always some things that need to be proved. The Nine Plane, the immortal whose strength has almost recovered to immortality, is killing all directions. You know, I have no choice yet." There was still a mixed voice in the fog.

"He is a very powerful person. I thought about it for a long time. The reason why he has the ability to resurrect this Xiaoyao Immortal should be the prescription obtained from the ancient road." The old man's lips were not opened, but his voice echoed around him.

"Ancient Road? Where is it?" The people in the fog seemed surprised because they had never heard of it before.

The old man no longer speaks.

The man of fog was also waiting quietly, and finally said, "I underestimated him. He resurrected him with hundreds of years of souls and ghosts. He just wanted to know what he had born in the Heavenly Court, but he failed. I saw the failure with my own eyes. However, I don't know what he had performed and resurrected him. He must have known what happened back then from him. Don't you want to know?"

"You think I am lucky or unfortunate? When the new Immortal Emperor ascended the throne, hell was amnesty for all the sin prisoners, in the Immortal Prison, in hell, and even demons could be exchanged back. I just snatched the various elixirs that the immortals congratulated the Immortal Emperor after drinking, and then I was revealed, broke the fairy bones, and became the first immortal to be thrown into the eighteenth level of hell.

One year, less than a year, the heavenly court suddenly closed, and all the immortals, including the scattered immortals, disappeared, and even the real controllers of the underworld, such as Yan Luo and Meng Po, were gone.

I told you that although I was in the eighteenth level hell, I was almost destroyed by the torture of Yama, my body was broken, my fairy veins were sealed, my fairy bones were broken, and only a trace of fairy soul like fireflies was barely supported. I thought I was about to fall into the cycle of reincarnation, but at that moment, I really felt an incomparable divine thought that directly penetrated the eighteenth level hell, glanced at me, and extinguished my only remaining fairy soul." The old man Bai's tone was plain, as if he was telling a story from someone else.

"But you finally survived, and over the years, your immortal veins have reunited, and your cultivation has recovered under the spiritual medicines from various planes in the underworld for hundreds of years." The voice of the mist fluctuated a little: "Of course, it is also because of the immortal elixirs you took."

At this moment, the old man's eyelids slowly moved until he slowly opened his eyes. What kind of eyes were they? They seemed to be no different from ordinary people. However, when people looked at them, they seemed to see the vast starry sky, full of compassion, kindness, killing, and evil thoughts...

The eyes looked at the mist for a long time, and finally said a little disappointed: "You are not comparable to him back then. Although the underworld is still walking in the six realms of reincarnation, it is no longer considered a god."

"I know, but it's better than nothing," the fog man seemed not angry at all: "There must be immortals."

"Aren't you prepared for both things? On the one hand, you will cooperate with others, and on the other hand, you will wait for Meng Po's memory to wake up." Bai Laozhe said.

"You told me this method. The memories of Meng Po in all dynasties have been passed down from generation to generation. I have been waiting for so many years and waited for so many Meng Pos, but now, there is only one hope, and only one may help me. I thought I would continue to wait. After all, the prescription you gave me is impossible." As he said this, there was a little excitement in the fog sound.

"But, the last memory is left behind and it is not shattered by itself, and you cannot interfere. As long as there is any intervention, even if it is an ultimate idea, there will be no Mengpo lineage in the world from now on."

"I didn't interfere. For her, I could only choose to wait. However, now this immortal is alive after all. Only you can know what he had born back then. There are already some planes. Without the arrival of immortals, the underworld will be completely closed. The ghost messengers and ghost officials will be sent to death for nothing. In recent years, there have been more than 700 planes blocked. If you go down, the underworld will not last long. By then, it will be completely messed up, and all planes will be." The fog sound was full of pain and unwillingness.

The old man Bai stopped talking, and the two fell silent again: "I'll divine myself, if I leave the eighteenth level of hell, I will die."

The figure of the mist was obviously stagnant: "That was just a fake immortal, and he could not even be called an immortal. And you are a real immortal, or the immortal king of the past."

"Just think I was wrong, I didn't expect that I would become the last immortal in this world, boy. Remember the name of this immortal, my name is Yao Yuekong!" The old man suddenly laughed out loud, and the projection slowly dissipated, but the laughter still echoed in this space.

The attic in front of me is the top of the eighteen levels of hell. It has never been opened since the world has no immortals. For thousands of years, it has only locked up one person, no, an immortal, a true immortal.

The mist twisted until after silence, he bent down to salute to the black loft.

"Thank you, Immortal Lord!"

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【Wow, it’s incredible, so many ghosts!】

【There are female ghosts and female ghosts, so beautiful.】

[There is actually a restaurant here. Is this underworld so tall?]

[Is this the Ghost World Castle? My grandma was so kind during her lifetime. She must still enjoy her ghost life here.]

[Anchor, don't go ahead. It's too dark. You can see it, we can't see it.]

[Is this the city of deceased death? There are still dead souls queuing up. Seeing that they are afraid one by one, they must have done something bad.]

【Oh my God, I saw the cow head and horse face!】

[Anchor, I burned valuable money for my ancestors, can I receive paper houses, maids, deer, horses, etc., and how can I receive it?]

…………

It was like a temple fair at this moment, and there were ghost messengers everywhere. After all, this time, almost in the area where Zhongzhou is located, all the ghost messengers and ghost officials, no matter which city gate, have come back. At least there are at least 100,000 ghost messengers who have seen so far, and the subsequent ones may still be rushing back.

During the live broadcast, Su Yan took everyone around, which made everyone scream and rewarded. Su Yan liked their unsightly appearance the most, especially the increase in the number of local tyrants, and the rewards were louder and the soul star value was even higher.
Chapter completed!