I became a peerless master

Chapter 118 Our Master

Chapter 118: Our Master

Early in the morning, someone placed a pot of flowers in front of his door.

Song Ye was immediately confused.

Mainly in the past two days, while listening to books, he quietly learned a set of meditation techniques for physical fitness that are used by immortals from Old Master Cheng.

He also wrote down that Ziqi Dongsheng breathed out the essence of the sun and the moon, so every day before dawn, he called Er Ya to meditate and cultivate immortality.

He hadn't opened the door so early before.

It's not easy to be an old father who worries about his children's homework.

At the moment, the street is deserted, and even the old man pushing the cart selling cakes has not yet set up his stall. Even if Song Ye wants to ask someone to ask, but no one has seen who lost the flowers, he can't put it into practice.

It may have been given to me by someone else on purpose, or it may have been lost accidentally.

Never mind, if such a potted flower is placed at the door, if a visitor comes to the door, it's always bad to stumble.

Take it into the store first, if the owner comes back to look for it, just return it.

Making a decision right away, Song Ye leaned over to pick up the coquettish little red flower on the ground, looked around to see that there was no one on the street, and then walked into the shop.

At the end of the street, the girl in red was hiding in the shadows. She didn't dare to breathe out until she was sure that the young figure with a dusty temperament had entered the shop.

Although he definitely knew of his existence, subconsciously, Xun Susu was still panicked, just like being a thief for the first time and afraid of being discovered by others.

"With his power, it is impossible not to know that I am nearby."

"But he didn't respond at all, and took the flowers away directly. Could it be that he is really Lord Jiuyouming?"

A gleam of joy quietly appeared on the cautious and frightened face, and the girl in red recalled the contents of that terrifying painting.

It was also very early that day, she settled herself, and planned to find out the reality of that mysterious strong man, but she was hit on the forehead by a ball of paper for no reason.

If something weird happens, there must be a demon.

What's more, I am a strong man in the underworld. Although I was summoned to the mortal world by Wang Aotian, my strength is somewhat limited, but the sense of crisis of the strong man is still extremely keen.

It is absolutely impossible to be hit on the head by a piece of ordinary waste paper without any aura fluctuations before realizing it later.

With this in mind, Xun Susu picked up the ball of waste paper, opened it and glanced at it, and was immediately frightened out of three souls.

The crumpled paper is an ink painting.

Opening the ball of paper and just taking a glance, a certain kind of chill called Senran rose from the depths of the bone marrow, and it was so cold that Xun Susu had difficulty breathing.

In a dark and gloomy world, the avenues are intertwined, and a certain kind of energy called heaven and earth is dark and dark fills the sky.

It was an extremely horrifying world, full of evil spirits. Just seeing the ominous aura on one of the ghost's faces, it was as terrifying as if a large piece of the soul had been gnawed off and chewed alive in the evil spirit's mouth.

Goosebumps popped up all over his body, and the indescribable horror seemed to be real. Just looking at it could kill the timid people directly.

It was scared to death.

The point is, there are not only evil spirits in that picture.

There are also scenes such as pulling out the tongue and removing the bones, chopping with a knife, frying, roasting and peeling the skin, etc., which make the evil spirits smash into pieces and scream all over the sky.

The scene is so real that it is as if you have seen it with your own eyes and experienced it yourself.

Just looking at the painting, the sense of horror, like a demon possessed, can no longer be dissipated.

After one glance, Xun Susu hid in the temporary residence he found nearby, shivering for two days and two nights, but still could not dispel the fear in his heart.

Not only was he frightened by the incomparably real and horrifying scenes in the ink painting, but also the fear of his own situation.

Who else can do the ball of paper that hit him on the forehead, except that person?

He has known about my existence for a long time, maybe when he descended into the mortal world, others will know about it.

This frightening painting is likely to be his warning to me, and more likely to be the brutal torture he actively let me experience.

Fortunately, it's not that the girl in red has no backing. Just when she was almost scared to death, Lord Hades appeared.

Gathering all the power of the underworld and completely destroying it if it fails, the road to reopening the world contains all the hard work of the master of the underworld.

Before Xun Susu set off, Lord Underworld God had told her that if there was something unsolvable or a crisis related to the survival of the underworld, she could get in touch with the underworld again.

But there are only three such opportunities.

After manifesting the Holy Spirit three times, if one cannot return to the Three Thousand Worlds, the underworld will be completely destroyed and turned into nothingness.

Opportunities are precious, and Xun Susu has already vowed that unless he finds the two treasures of the underworld, but is at the end of his rope, he will never use them even if he dies in the mortal world.

Although he can't be the savior to save the underworld, he can't be the last straw to crush the underworld either.

It's just that she didn't expect that Master Mingshen took the initiative to use the precious opportunity that she didn't see hope and would never use, and it was an almost real kind of manifestation.

The closer to reality, the greater the damage to the underworld that is at stake.

At this level, instead of three chances, two are enough to completely destroy that lost world.

And the first sentence of the god of the underworld, which made Xun Susu's state of being scared to death instantly intensified.

Wang Ao Tianming's identity as the world-destroying devil, but actually the dark son of the underworld, has been known and exposed by others.

There is an unknown and terrifying powerful shot, directly erasing all the arrangements made by Lord Demon God on Wang Aotian.

That was something that the master of the demon world personally did with the strongest means. Even the strongest people in the fairy world today would definitely find it difficult to find out and change it, but they were wiped out.

Then the words of the underworld god shocked Xun Susu even more.

The person who wiped out all kinds of operations on Wang Aotian's body is far more powerful than the god of the underworld, and he can destroy the existence of the underworld with a snap of his fingers.

But he doesn't seem to have any malice towards the underworld, and even the energy that Hades spent on Wang Aotian's body is all returned through indescribable means.

That's why Hades was able to contact Xun Susu so close to the truth once.

Terrifying power, means far surpassing the gods who rule the underworld.

Xun Susu instantly thought of the ink painting that only showed a little bit of awe-inspiring artistic conception, which made fear as hard as tarsus maggots.

Thinking about it carefully, it is full of profound truths.

So she took the initiative to report, dedicating the crumpled and frightening painting to Mr. Underworld for his perception.

Until now, she still can't forget the screams and complex emotions that Xeon, the master of the underworld, felt when he perceived the painting.

"He's still alive!"

"It must be him."

"The master of yin and yang in the underworld, our master..."

(End of this chapter)