The Death Emperor looked at Zhang Hao standing on the treetops and said calmly: "You guy is interesting, but I have made a vow that as long as you enter the cultivator in the Nanling Mountains, I will imprison his soul on my ghost sickle to show punishment!"

After hearing the words of the Dead Emperor, Zhang Hao said aloud: "I wonder if the Dead Emperor is afraid. We cultivators who accidentally entered the Nanling have disturbed Nan Gu!"

As Zhang Hao finished speaking, the blue and vengeful spirit aura around the Dead Emperor's body rotated rapidly, wrapping the Dead Emperor's body. Then an angry shout was heard, conveying: "Where did you hear the news?"

Zhang Hao's expression changed slightly after hearing the Dead Emperor's tone, but he caught a trace of information from the Dead Emperor's tone, that is, the legend he had read was real, not a rumor.

Although the Dead Emperor seemed angry, Zhang Hao's words touched his heart. Zhang Hao's purpose had actually been achieved. His words turned out to be just a temptation. He did not expect that the Dead Emperor had practiced for thousands of years, and there was such a big knot in this matter. It seemed that the Dead Emperor must have truly loved Nan Gu back then.

Thinking of this, Zhang Hao laughed and said, "If you really love Nan Gu, why did you make this place look like a ghost domain? Nan Gu liked this Nanling back then because three thousand years ago, it was very quiet and beautiful, not like the one it is today, just like the ghost domain that caused a thousand times!"

Before Zhang Hao could finish his words, he was rudely interrupted by the Death Emperor, "What do you know, a stinky brat? No matter how beautiful this place is, how can Nan Gu be resurrected!"

As the Death Emperor said, the blue resentment spirit lingering around him dissipated, and the bloody luster in his red eyes gradually became restrained, and his eyes turned strangely into a light blue color.

Looking up at the direction where Situ Guo was in the distance, a woman gradually emerged.

Zhang Hao looked at the expression of the Death Emperor and said softly: "Nan Gu must be a beautiful woman!"

After hearing Zhang Hao's words, the Death Emperor sighed: "She is a very low-level cultivator. If it weren't for me, she might have had her own life. Even though thousands of years have passed, I am still full of regret!"

Zhang Hao heard a deep regret from the words of the Dead Emperor. This feeling of regret made him stick to his original promise and not allow any cultivator to enter the Nanling Mountains. This extreme method is very strange and does not conform to common sense at all.

However, Zhang Hao had already had his own ideas about the Death Emperor. He looked at the Death Emperor who was trapped in his thoughts and said with a gloomy expression: "Death Emperor, have you ever thought that Nan Gu did not like your promise. Your promise was a kind of imposed on her by yourself. What you think is that the love for her is actually a kind of bondage. If you truly love her, you should change this place back to its original appearance and back to its appearance three thousand years ago!"

The righteous words of Zhang Hao were obtained, and the sound of the words made the Dead Emperor fall into deep thought.

Perhaps it was because of the past three thousand years that no one had ever spoken to the Human Emperor. At this moment, the Dead Emperor fell into deep thought, his face was gloomy and bright.

Zhang Hao didn't know at this moment whether the Human Emperor would agree with his point of view, but in the current situation, he could only strike while the iron was hot and stimulate the Dead Emperor, either making him angry or letting him leave according to his own way of thinking, for the sake of Nan Gu's face.

After a long time, the Emperor of Death said slowly: "You are young and know so much. I don't know whether you are talking nonsense or have a deep understanding. But just because of these, I want me to let you go. I think you must have thought too much! If you want to leave, you must rely on your own ability or be the soul on my ghost sickle!"

Zhang Hao didn't expect that his words would still be exchanged for the other party's words. Unconsciously, his expression changed slightly. It seemed that the other party was obsessed with for too long and would never change easily. He could only leave here with his own ability.

But Zhang Hao did not want to become enemies with the Death Emperor. He looked at the Death Emperor in the void and said, "Death Emperor, don't do it first. I have something to tell you about the God Dynasty. If you have heard of this and still don't change your mind, I will leave here with my own ability!"

Zhang Hao's words were extremely confident, which made the Emperor of Death's eyes lit up.

Then Zhang Hao told the Dead Emperor in detail about the invasion of the Golden Crow.

After hearing the great general, Zhang Hao still had no change in his expression. He was quite disappointed. When he heard this legend, he still felt that the Death Emperor was a kind and righteous person. Didn’t he expect that in three thousand years, the Death Emperor would become so pedantic and indulged in his past, and he had no concern about the current situation in the world.

Thinking of this, Zhang Hao couldn't help but snorted coldly.

The Death Emperor was listening to Zhang Hao's words intently, quietly paying attention to the changes in Zhang Hao's emotions and expressions. He vaguely felt that what Zhang Hao said was true, and he felt a little sad. The Nanling Mountains had been run by him for thousands of years, and there was a sensation of death everywhere. Cultivators from the outside world would not break into this place by just looking at it.

For the past three thousand years, he has been practicing in the Nanling Mountains, and has never sent any soul to inquire about what the outside world looks like. The three thousand years of cultivator's life are actually just a blink of an eye, and it passes in the blink of an eye.

When he just heard Zhang Hao's words, he was a little suspicious, but later he saw Zhang Hao's expression and immediately concluded that the matter was true. But he was secretly amused in his heart. The young man told himself this disappearance. Did he want him to lead the lonely soul in the Nanling to fight with the Jinwu tribe members from the fairy world?

Thinking of this, the Death Emperor said lightly: "What does the invasion of the Golden Crow have to do with me? I am in this Nanling Mountain. As long as he doesn't mess with me, I will naturally not care about them. Even if all the cultivators in this world are killed, it has nothing to do with me!"

After hearing the words of the Death Emperor, Zhang Hao said with a gloomy expression: "I still think you are a man of affection and righteousness. Now it seems that you are just a fool trapped by love. If the Jinwu tribe members obtain secret treasures from this world, and the vitality of this world is greatly damaged, it will become a big world that is not suitable for cultivation. In the end, the whole world will collapse directly, and everything in this world will be gone, including Nanling, the valleys and wilderness of Nanling that Nangu once loved!"
Chapter completed!