In the ghost world of Fengdu, death energy is everywhere, strange trees are standing in the sky, and countless spiritual bodies are flying around.

At that time, Chen Pan was not afraid of these spirits at the Taiyi Jinxian realm, and now he doesn't need to say much. He enters directly without any resistance. Those spirits cannot get close to them, while those strange trees are robbing the way.

Compared with spirits, these strange trees are closer to living creatures. They know how to seek good fortune and avoid misfortune. When they feel Chen Pan's terribleness, they naturally dare not entangle them.

The ghost city of Fengdu is still the same, and the city wall made of endless white bones is about to break. The cold wind blows, and a squeaking sound comes, as if it is about to go to the point of silence.

The death aura outside the city was filled with cold wind, like a ghost roaring, gloomy and terrifying.

Maybe it's really fate that the two guards at the door happened to be the two Chen Pan met last time.

Back then, Chen Pan was all enemies of the world and had to use the path of the Fengdu Ghost Realm to enter the evil cultivation realm. I thought that the people in the Fengdu Ghost Realm would be difficult to get along with, but I didn’t expect that the people here would be very generous and not too much entanglement.

Especially the two guards at the door also told Chen Pan a lot about the ghost world in Fengdu, and the three of them were almost useless to match their brothers.

Chen Pan could have entered the city directly, but he was destined to be there, but now he sees it again, so he naturally decided to go on and say hello to him.

"Who is here? I'm asking to see my city lord!" Feeling Chen Pan's arrival, the two guards did not recognize him.

"I haven't seen each other for hundreds of years. Can you not recognize me, Chen Pan?" Chen Pan said with a smile.

The two of them were stunned and then stepped forward to greet them: "I have met Senior Chen Pan."

The rules of the world of cultivation are not in sequence and those who are good at learning are the masters. Chen Pan is now a famous saint, so naturally the two of them dare not act rashly.

"You two don't need to do this. We are friends, why bother like this?" Chen Pan said hurriedly.

But it was indeed just a chance meeting back then, and he could not completely let go, let alone these two guards.

After chatting casually, the two guards were always respectful. Chen Pan had no choice but to give up and directly explained his purpose. He let one of them lead in.

Whether in the evil cultivation world or in the mortal world, this reality will always be encountered. When a person's identity and status undergoes earth-shaking changes, even if he does not want to change too much, no matter others or himself, he will always inadvertently become estranged from some people. He no longer has the same level as each other.

The city lord's mansion is the same as before, with a black and black body, as if it were a palace, without any change.

"I don't know if the city lord is here, so I can only send it here." The guard bowed and left.

After glanced at the city lord's mansion, Chen Pan bowed respectfully and said loudly: "My younger generation Chen Pan, please see Senior Ghost Saint." As soon as he finished speaking, he suddenly remembered something. The old antique said on the road that Zhou Tianming is now in the Hunyuan realm. According to the rules of the evil cultivation world, it is time to be called Ghost Emperor.

Just as he was thinking about whether to invite him again, he heard Zhou Tianming's voice coming from the palace: "Come in!"

Although his voice was very dull, it was not difficult to hear the feeling of discouragement in it with Chen Pan's cultivation.

When the old antique talked about Lianfeng, the Ghost Saint appeared, but was defeated and sent away by the Three-Foot Sword. Although there was no detailed explanation of the process, it seemed that there was no suspense about losing, which actually gave the saint, who was known as the most talented person behind the Three-Foot Sword, a decadent mind.

When he walked into the hall and saw Zhou Tianming on the throne, Chen Pan was shocked. He was covered in snow and had no trace of dishevelation. There was no doubt that the battle of Lianfeng had had a great impact on his Taoist heart.

"I've seen senior." Chen Pan hurriedly saluted.

Zhou Tianming waved his hand: "No need to be polite, where is he?"

This he naturally refers to the three-foot sword. Chen Pan didn't know how to answer, so he could only divide a wisp of spiritual consciousness into the stone axe space.

"Do you want to say something to him?" Chen Pan asked.

The Sanfoot Sword pinched a few beads as bullets to shoot the inner demon in the cage, and was having fun and said without looking back: "No, it's meaningless. He was shaken by his own heart and no one could help. If he could overcome this hurdle, it would be impossible to win the supreme. If he couldn't, hehe, that would be the case. Just tell him this."

Looking at the inner demon who was tortured by the Three-foot sword, Chen Pan beat him up to death. The old antique is right, the inner demon is so pitiful.

When his mind returned to the hall, Chen Pan told Zhou Tianming the words of the Three-Foot Sword. Although this was very unpleasant, it might not be a good thing to inspire Zhou Tianming.

"But is that?" Zhou Tianming smiled at himself with a rare self-deprecating smile: "Maybe in his eyes, no one is just like this!"

No matter who it is, he will feel frustrated. In that battle, he devoted all his strength, and even died together. However, the three-foot sword easily resolved all offensives, and it was probably useless to even have 10% of his strength.

With Zhou Tianming's strength, he could naturally feel that the other party was using the strength of the Hunyuan realm. Putting aside the power of many Taoist patterns, even the death Taoist pattern was not as good as the other party, which made Zhou Tianming's Taoist heart shake and his hair was gray overnight.

Chen Pan didn't know how to persuade him, so he could only say seriously: "I don't know what he thinks, but he has his own way, and we have our way. No matter how strong he is, it's his business, I just need to live my own life."

This is actually what he has been saying to himself these days. The strength of the three-foot sword made Chen Pan feel frustrated, which is too far apart. He can only use this to prevent himself from thinking too much, so as not to shake his heart.

"Maybe, maybe you're right." Zhou Tianming sighed, but his face did not improve much.

Chen Pan was also helpless. The heart of Tao was shaken, so it was so easy to be liberated. It would be good if he had no ambition to live and die. But he also believed that with Zhou Tianming's experience and ability, he would definitely be able to overcome this hurdle.

"Is there anything wrong with you coming to me?" Zhou Tianming asked.

Chen Pan hurriedly explained his purpose: "I want to go to Nether Island, so please help me."

"You are going to Nether Island? How could you know that the entrance to Nether Island is here?" Zhou Tianming asked in surprise, but immediately reacted: "Oh, yes, the Three-Foot Sword has been here."

"My younger brother died on Lianfeng, and was heartbroken. Following the advice of others, Netherworld Island has the opportunity to revive, so I want to enter the search, but I hope you can agree." Chen Pan said hurriedly and sincerely.

"Are you going to have a chance to revive?" Zhou Tianming sighed with emotion: "I have looked for it, but unfortunately I have gained nothing. If other saints enter, they will definitely die. You are different, maybe you can. In short, I hope you will not be disappointed at that time and come with me."

It must be difficult to go to Nether Island this time, and Chen Pan is full of murderous intent.
Chapter completed!