In the Soul Realm of Corpse, a maze-like building spreads with the magnificent castle as the center, which is hard to see at a glance and stretches for countless miles.

These buildings have the style of the Warring States Period, but are even more gorgeous and magnificent, like a giant country.

The edge is surrounded by a circular city wall that is countless miles high.

Outside the circular city wall, there is a larger building.

Almost half of the earth that occupies a round sky.

But compared with the magnificent and gorgeous buildings in the circular city walls, their simplicity and shabbyness are simply two extremes, the difference between heaven and earth.

It's like the difference between a slum and a palace.

When Chen Yi and Zixu Yuanjun were fighting each other in the past.

Outside the circular wall, the huge "slum" is still as calm as usual.

Although the "residents" inside also saw a huge face that suddenly appeared in the sky, and a statue of gods and Buddhas that they saw in the temple during their lifetime.

They were all very surprised, but that's all.

The "residents" only thought it was the news caused by the god of death and the nobles in the Lingting Court.

That city wall is a natural chasm that separates the inside and outside.

Everything inside is not qualified to spy on the outside.

And everything outside, the "people" inside are not interested in spying on it.

Unlike the calm numbness outside the wall.

The wall was already in chaos at this time.

"Do!" "Do!" "Do!"...!

A sound like a gong resounded through the wall.

"Hurry and hurry!"

"It's a warning from the Western District! No. 3, No. 4... No. 8! Hurry up!"

“The eastern area is also ringing!”

"Southern District!..."

“Northern District!…”

In the magnificent maze building complex, among the high walls, countless "people" wearing black mourning clothes and sabers on their waists ran around.

Obviously, the sudden sound of the full range of warning caught the silence of the silence, which had been enjoying a thousand years of peace, and was at a loss.

"What's going on!?"

"Who dares to invade the Soul Realm!"

"What is that...!"

The beautiful outlines that suddenly appeared in the sky and the gods and Buddhas like the bright moon made all the "people" look up and shocked.

They are not ordinary people, and they can vaguely feel that there seems to be an inconsistency between the two.

The powerful fluctuations were what they saw in their lives.

Not to mention a certain person, even the God of Death they had seen in the Spiritual Court combined, the spiritual pressure emitted may not be comparable to this terrifying fluctuation.

"What the hell is this?!"

"How could such a thing exist!?"

The same horror scream also appeared in the center of the Lingting Court, a straight high building that penetrated into the sky.

This is the headquarters of the Thirteenth Team of the Guating Ting.

The two existing struggles in the sky did not last long and soon dispersed.

At this time, the captains of the Thirteenth Team of the Guardian had gathered in this tall building.

This is a hall with a high and wide dome.

More than a dozen people wearing white feathered cloaks and different shapes stood among them, just like a dozen ants standing in the palace of giants.

The atmosphere was a little calm, and everyone present was silent.

"Tell me all..."

In the middle, there is a chair that is also used by a giant. A bald old man with white beards and white eyebrows and an ancient appearance is sitting on the chair. The towering back of the chair is like a wall behind him.

But the bald old man did not look small at all on this huge chair.

On the contrary, when he sat there, it made people feel that the chair was too small to be worthy of him.

The old man's inexplicable power silently oppressed everyone present.

This was not his intentional act, but the vision just now made him feel the terrifying oppression and naturally resisted.

He took the lead in breaking the silence and said in a deep voice.

The rest still said nothing.

The bald old man was not surprised.

Even if he is like this, let alone the rest.

Without further ado, he glanced at more than a dozen people below.

Although everyone's faces remained unchanged, the various strange colors hidden in their eyes could not be hidden from his eyes.

He sighed and waved, "Let's go away..."

Everyone gave a bow and turned around and left silently.

"All teams have issued strict orders, so be careful recently."

When I walked to the door, I heard the old man's voice coming from behind again.

A middle-aged man wearing a straw hat and a flowery dress did not leave with everyone, but turned around and walked back to the old man.

"Teacher, are you..."

The bald old man waved his hand, and a strange light lit up in his eyes half-hidden under his long eyebrows: "I remember those people from thousands of years ago..."

The middle-aged man in Huayi said in surprise: "Are they those... strange people you mentioned?"

"Um……"

The bald old man said in a deep voice: "The Soul Realm has been born for tens of thousands of years, and I have lived for thousands of years, but I have never seen that kind of power..."

His eyes were filled with a strange light: "Strong...incredible..."

The middle-aged man in Huayi was silent for a while, as if he was also digesting this message, and after a while, he said: "Teacher, you should have said that those aliens... are not enemies?"

"Thousands of years ago, they did help us, defeat that person, and almost wiped out the root of the world's chaos - the demons and ghosts in the long river of history..."

The old man seemed to be trapped in some kind of memory, with complex emotions flashing in his eyes.

No one can see except him.

Thousands of years ago, the one who helped them defeat the people who attacked the Soul Realm of Corpse was not the "those" aliens, but "one".

In fact, it was not to help them, but to suppress both sides of the bloody battle with his own strength!

Even the God of Death dares to chase and kill the group that destroys the balance of the world and kill them after confirming that "he" has disappeared.

And before "he" disappeared, no "person" dared to act rashly.

Even the "demon" who was extremely terrifying to him and almost destroyed the corpse soul world was the same.

For "him", the old man's impression at that time was extremely complicated. He was grateful, extremely afraid, and there was a trace of it that he himself was unwilling to admit...fanasm worship!

The old man did not tell these things, this was the deepest secret buried in his heart.

"But after that, they were like they disappeared completely..."

"disappear?"

The old man nodded: "Yes, it disappeared, like those terrible demons, they will never be seen again. But for thousands of years, even demons, although very few, still appear occasionally, but they... have never appeared again."

"That four-armed statue gives me the feeling that it is very similar to the 'he' who entered the corpse soul world alone a thousand years ago..."

Why did he appear again?

What will his reappearance bring to this world?

The old man didn't continue talking.

Thousands of years ago, after all, it was a thousand years ago.

After thousands of years of storms, he is no longer the same as he was back then. Now, the old man is more concerned about "him" than a deep fear...

...

In the building, the bald old man was talking to the middle-aged man in flower clothes.

Not far away, it is the house of the Thirteenth Team of the Guting.
To be continued...