In the darkness, the figure holding the umbrella was gloomy and mysterious. She was wearing a dress dyed reddish brown. The dress was a little torn, the red umbrella she held had turned yellow, and there were many holes.

The mottled mud marks were iron-colored, and the figure under the umbrella seemed to be shrouded in a layer of gray color.

Her lotus steps moved lightly, her clothes swayed, and the red umbrella covered most of her face in her first half of her life, and slowly came from the narrow tunnel at a slow speed... The corpse demon with all her limbs struggling on the stone wall leaning against the tunnel, tightly pressing against the stone wall. Its ferocious face now showed extreme fear, and its body was even trembling, and its face was facing the stone wall like a ferocious ape, and he didn't even dare to look back...

In the eyes of the demon head of the Candela Demon Sect, the evil spirit in the red-clothed clothes holding the umbrella seemed to be in another world, and under the red umbrella had completely isolated from this world.

Under an umbrella, it is like the separation of yin and yang, and it is like the distinction between life and death.

The profound demonic nature and amazing demonic thoughts that were received in "Seven Dead and Eight Suffering" were all trembling and alert, just like a taboo world under the red umbrella.

The middle-aged man with a white face and no beard was stiff, and he also imitated the corpse demon with broken limbs and pressed against the stone wall sideways. Another short and fat old demon next to him sneered: "Pretending to be a ghost in front of us! How strong can the Yin Spirit who can only come out to patrol with an umbrella in the daytime? The most amazing thing is that it is nothing more than the Yin soldiers passing through the border... I have seen the Yin soldiers on patrol in the Black Mountain Ghost King... "

"Junior brother!" the middle-aged man said coldly: "I advise you not to provoke me!"

"The ghost holding an umbrella may not be afraid of the true fire of the sun, but may also be... a taboo thing that cannot be seen in the world!"

"Senior Brother!" The short and fat demon cultivator had a bad temper. He reached out and grabbed a disciple of the Demon Sect beside him, threw him over, and fell in front of the fierce spirit holding an umbrella.

The middle-aged man reached out and pressed him on the stone wall, and sternly said: "Under the red umbrella is Jiuyou!"

"This evil spirit is not the dead person who was once buried here! She is an existence who traveled from the Nine Netherworlds..."

The disciple of the Candeod Demon Sect who fell to Si Qingcheng rolled and crawled to the stone wall next to it, tightly pressing against the stone wall. The narrow tunnel could only accommodate three people walking side by side. Although the red umbrella was not big, the evil spirit holding the umbrella stood in the middle of the tunnel. Therefore, when the disciple passed by the evil spirit, part of his body still entered the world under the umbrella.

At that moment, he felt that part of his body had lost consciousness, or... suddenly belonged to another person!

At this moment, the disciple finally collapsed and couldn't help but let out a low whimper.

Originally, the demon of the Candela Demon Sect thought that the cruel corpse demon was ignorant and had only the cruel and bloodthirsty instinct, but at this moment, he couldn't help but feel a little suspicious!

The corpse demon, who was broken limbs, was still extremely cruel, tightly pressed against the stone wall like a big horse monkey, trying his best to reduce the space he occupied and make way for the woman holding an umbrella. The trembling and fear transcend the boundary of life and death, is the natural obedience engraved in the bones of monsters.

"Even the evil spirits here have to retreat... What is this umbrella holder!" Another Yin Shen of the Remnant Demon Sect couldn't help but speak.

The evil spirit holding the red umbrella did not have any special momentum, just like an ordinary ghost who was afraid of the sky light, but the scenes looked particularly weird and creepy.

"She may be the law here. The land of the Netherworld and the Darkness of Jiuyou. She is either the agent of the Nine Nether Law, or the incarnation of Jiuyou!" The middle-aged man gave an answer that made the disciples of the Candela Demon Sect weaken their legs, and even the three Yin Gods couldn't help but tremble in their hearts. The middle-aged man with a white face and no beard said this, not without evidence. The evidence was that the demon he had just planted on the disciple. When the red umbrella was rubbed by the red umbrella, although the demon was swallowed by the world under the umbrella, some things popped up from time to time.

Under the red umbrella, there is Jiuyou!

The woman holding an umbrella walks in Jiuyou from beginning to end. The red umbrella is just the manifestation of the Nine Nether Law here... This is an existence rejected by this world. Because only the night belongs to Jiuyou, during the day, the darkness of Jiuyou will turn into that umbrella.

He had a terrible guess in his mind that the violent and extraordinary changes here attracted the Nine Nether Laws, and only then did a woman holding an umbrella parade here.

This is - Jiuyou went out to patrol, and the gods retreated!

Hearing this, all the disciples of the Demon Sect obediently lay on the wall. No matter what the woman holding the umbrella existed, there was Jiuyou under the umbrella. The existence in Jiuyou was extremely taboo. Even the demonic path with the purpose of ascending to Jiuyou was extremely taboo. When Jiuyou went on a patrol, the gods had to retreat, let alone the mortals. Everyone did not dare to breathe. They just felt that this period was too long. The woman holding the umbrella walked past the corpse demon step by step. The terrifying monster was as helpless as a little monkey.

At this moment, everyone heard a sigh: "Youyou Wanzai, is Zhulong still in Jiuyou?"

A dry bone in a crane buckle appeared in front of the woman holding an umbrella. With a dry sigh, there was an eternal breath flowing, as if this question had spanned countless times, and the dry bones appeared silently... Everyone did not notice it at all.

The woman transformed by the rules of Nine Nethers stopped.

She did not answer...but was anxiously contacting Qian Chen through the Lord of Reincarnation: "What happened! Something happened! Senior brother, a fierce spirit stopped me and asked me if Zhulong was still in Jiuyou!"

Qian Chen said in a deep voice across from the opposite side: "Learn from me to speak!"

"There is no candle dragon in the world!" Qian Chen's voice was firm and concentrating.

In the tunnel where the members of the Candela Sect were located, the woman under the red umbrella spoke quietly: "...Only Zhu Jiuyin!"

The woman's voice was low and pleasant, and it was inaudible, as if it had been heard across a world. However, when this sentence was heard in the ears of the people of the Candela Demon Sect, it was like a thunder.

The god of Zhongshan, the ancient Zhulong, once sunk into the Nine Netherworlds!

Moreover... the residual soul of Zhulong seemed to have returned from Jiuyou... The middle-aged man was extremely shocked. He had already thought of the demon king who returned from Jiuyou's darkness. The demons guessed that the demon king was the residual soul of the ancient Zhulong, but today they knew the real name of the demon king - Zhu Jiuyin!

"...The gods are subsided, Fang Xiandao is kidnapped. Our sins are unforgivable!" The dry bone sighed and said, "Zhulong destroys our Fang Xiandao, and I will set up the last disaster for him!"

"Four thousand eight hundred years later, the great disaster will come again. When you are enthroned by the gods, you will be careful!" The woman holding an umbrella said calmly: "When Zhu Jiuyin is born, you will be able to stop all the cause and effect before!"

The dry bones slightly turned their heads and retreated into the darkness.

At this time, Qian Chen came from the tunnel behind and faced Si Qingcheng's place.

He now looks like a broken corpse. His left arm was broken shoulder to shoulder. The wound on the broken arm was hideous and terrifying, with black blood left on the wound. Every drop of blood contained the supreme death aura.

He held a magic knife in his right arm, and the blade was like blood. The blood color was not like the original color of the magic knife, but like the blood rust stained on it. Each trace exuded the supreme murderous aura. The magic knife was all iron-colored, and the color was dark, but it flowed out an indescribable charm. The middle-aged man only took a look and saw the magic knife holding it was grinding and sucking red rust on the edge of the river, but dyeing the water of the river into a bloody hallucination.

The corpse stood opposite the woman holding an umbrella.

A long gray hair was covered with no luster, and was covered with mess like thatch. The originally handsome face of the corpse seemed to be not angry at this moment. The dead gray eyes were filled with a breath of silence, very empty. His body was filled with endless breath of death. His eyes looked forward, but the focus was passing by the woman holding an umbrella, staring at the void without focal length.

It was like... he couldn't see a woman holding an umbrella at all.

"I carry endless murderous sins, and blood stains the demon earth cave heaven! I search hard in the dark, but I can't see you!"

The dead gray eyes of the dead body had no focus, as if they were in the abyss, with the shadow of the tunnel reflected in his eyes.

The people of the Candela Demon Sect, the corpse demon with all their limbs broken, were clearly imprinted in their eyes. Only the woman holding an umbrella disappeared, as if she slowly walked past the Candela Demon Sect, just an illusion. There was no breath of vitality in the eyes of the Candela Demon Sect, and the endless aura of death enveloped him. He spoke sadly, but he still had his mind and was searching for something.

The middle-aged man just glanced at his dead gray eyes, and his hair exploded and he was frightened.

Everyone heard his own words clearly and turned their eyes to the magic knife in his hand. If the blood color on it was really blood rust left by blood, how many people did this magic knife kill?

"Born the endless murderous evil, blood-stained demon earth cave heaven!"

The short Yin Shen of the Remnant Demon Sect swallowed his saliva and whispered: "He is not talking about these fierce spirits and endless corpses of the Demon Burial Stone Platform! Did he kill all the people here?"

The middle-aged man looked at the corpse of the umbrella holding man and whispered solemnly: "This is an existence that has been betrayed by Jiuyou! Jiuyou is the destination of death of all things in the world, but there are still some existences, even if they die, they will not be accepted by Jiuyou..."

"There is Ruo Wood in the East, and there is a red dragon holding a candle in Zhongshan... The gods are in decline, and the catastrophe is vast! I have buried everything, but I cannot bury myself!"

"Who will free me!"

The corpse showed his true nature as a drama artist, recited the lines in a daze, and headed forward.

God knows how Si Qingcheng, who is holding the Tianluo Umbrella, can help but not smile.

Her shoulders trembled slightly, and Qian Chen's voice came from her ears: "Junior sister, be serious, rehearsal! Your character is the incarnation of Jiuyou, you are indifferent to me, and you are indifferent to you. You must have the performance level, performance style, and performance characteristics... Zuo Ci suddenly appeared and revealed some secrets, which made me have to add to the show!"

"Senior Brother, your word is so weird!" Si Qingcheng said angrily.

"You don't have to speak!" Qian Chen shouted: "Seriously, what about acting!"

The eyes of the corpse pierced through the darkness of the nine netherworlds and saw the world and wilderness.

In this gaze, the people of the Demon Sect were like ice water pouring down their heads, feeling that they were all seen through. This gaze sucked in the countless tunnels in the noisy demon world, and each insect had a clear insight, but they could not see the woman holding an umbrella close to him, the Nine Nether Law. Wherever the eyes reached, they could only pass through the red umbrella and the mysterious woman. The corpse that had nowhere to be found was already crazy...

A stunning cold light flashed through his dead gray eyes, and a shrill roar sound came from his mouth, and his silent eyes showed endless murderous intent.

"Who will free me!"

Qian Chen Pingping raised the magic sword and slashed forward. The sword light contained the supreme killing, and the blood-colored sword aura was swallowed and spitted. Wherever he went, all living beings were killed...

"not good!"

Facing this knife and facing this terrifying corpse, the Yin God of the Demon Sect was panicked. The origin of this destruction was too terrifying. The cruel and powerful corpse demons and snake demons were all retreating in the face of the Nine Nether Laws, but the destruction was searching for it. He had killed countless gods who buried the magic stone platform and buried sentient beings. With such a terrifying existence, the three demons who had cultivated their own destiny could not have any intention of resistance, and just wanted to escape.

This sword can reverse yin and yang, break the void, and appear from an almost impossible direction. The changes in the sword path are so strange and unpredictable that they completely surpass all the principles of sword techniques and have completely advanced into the demonic path.

One sword will help you get rid of everything.

The sword light is like blood, and the magic is endless!
Chapter completed!