Chapter 1183

The underworld.

The domain of death.

The sky here is dim and gloomy.

Wang Hao is taken to a palace by the death Lord. There are many pale women around him looking at him.

It's just that these women have golden eyes, just like prisoners see beautiful women.

"Who are they!? Why do you look at me like this? "

Wang Hao's goosebumps are staring at him. If it wasn't for death to dominate him, he would be innocent.

The master of death said lightly, "they are ghost practitioners who want to suck up your Yang."

"Female ghost!"

Wang Hao exclaimed, feeling that he was so handsome that he was hopeless.

This makes women crazy in the world, but in the underworld, they can still charm female ghosts.

The master of death shook his head and said, "they are ghost repair, not female ghost!"

Wang Hao asked curiously, "is there any difference?"

The master of death explained: "female ghosts are the souls of mortals after death. They will be inhaled into 18 layers of hell, and then reincarnate. To become ghost practitioners, they need to abandon their bodies and let the yuan God enter the underworld."

"Give up the body!"

Wang Hao's face is dazed. I don't understand why this good person has nothing to do with giving up his body!?

The master of death continued: "there are many reasons for abandoning the body. Some people are destroyed and don't want to take away others. Some people are chased and killed by their enemies. They can only hide in the underworld for refuge, and they just want to be ghost cultivators..."

Wang Hao nodded, not to ask these things.

After all, turnips and vegetables are loved by each other. He doesn't like ghost repair, which doesn't mean others don't like it.

And the master of death said it was right. This underworld is indeed a good shelter, because it is a place where only entry is allowed and no exit is allowed.

As long as you have the courage to give up your body and come in, your enemies really have no courage to pursue you, unless you have a deep hatred that will never die.

"Well, come with me!"

The master of death, expressionless, raised his feet to the palace.

"Wait for me..."

Wang Hao hurriedly followed up, for fear that those female ghost practitioners would spoil him on the ground when the death Lord did not pay attention to him.

For a short time, Wang Hao followed the death Lord to a hot spring. The water was misty and clear.

Even standing on the edge, there is a sense of sublimation of the soul.

Wang Hao exclaimed, "what a wonderful hot spring!"

"This is the spring of the underworld," said the master of death lightly. "As long as it is immersed in it, it can not only wash the body and mind, let the soul sublimate, but also develop its own potential, and get an unimaginable leap."

Wang Hao can't help but ask, "elder brother asked you to bring me here. I don't want to use the spring of the underworld to improve my potential!"

The master of death said, "it took countless years for the spring of the underworld to gather such a point. If it wasn't for the master to let you use it, I would never bring you here."

"Really for me!"

Wang Hao exclaimed in surprise, feeling that he was a little bit of a villain's heart.

He thought that brother chuangshen would arrange some abnormal training for him, but who knows that it's such a good thing as soaking in hot springs.

The master of death nodded: "yes, it's for you!"

"Then I will not be polite!"

Wang Hao smiled happily, then flew into the spring of the underworld.

"Wow..."

In an instant, the spring was boiling, and the sound of the rolling water continued to ring.

"What's the matter?"

Wang Hao's face changed, and then rushed to the shore.

Now he only felt a terrible energy pouring into his body, as if he had been thrown into a piranha pond, and his flesh had been eaten crazily.

"There is no free lunch in the world. If you want to develop your potential, you need to pay a price!"

The master of death stood on the shore expressionless, and then raised his hand to break Wang Hao into the spring of the underworld again.

"Fuck!"

Wang Hao burst his voice and felt that he had been set up again.

It looks like welfare on the surface, but there is a lot of pain.

At the same time, Wang Hao also made a poison oath in his heart. In the future, he must prepare something to welcome the new hometown little brother and let him know how much his brother loves him.

And the ice man, who is the master of death, will carve a dime of retail price on him, and then pack and sell it to the Elven Lord God at a low price, so that he will live a life of shame.

At this time, a way of energy that was almost crazy, like a runaway horse galloping in Wang Hao's four limbs.

Wang Hao's body trembled slightly, and he could vaguely perceive that his muscles, bones and Qi and blood had undergone tremendous changes when he walked in the four limbs.

But the price of this transformation is pain, a pain not limited to the body, which is a pain deep into the soul and the bone marrow.

Even Wang Hao's line of sight began to blur, there was a rush to faint.

"Can't hold it!"

Death dominates eyebrows, and is ready to help Wang Hao.

You should know that the spring of the underworld is the core of the underworld, which gathers the energy of the whole underworld. Wang Hao, the intermediate God, is also very normal.

At this time, the system voice suddenly rings, "it is detected that the host is in danger, and it is intended to upgrade the divine power of heaven."

"Upgrade me!" said Wang Hao, bewildered

"Dingdong, congratulations to the host for using the two extreme upgrade opportunities, plus 1 billion magic points to upgrade the divine skill!"

In an instant, Wang Hao's mind gushed out countless feelings, just like the dry ancient well ushered in the living water.

"Roar..."

Wang Hao raised his head and roared. He quickly turned on the new version of Tianzun, which made the surface of his body instantly shrouded in a holy light.

"Bang! Bang! Bang... "

At the same time, Wang Hao's powerful heart sounds like a drum.

"What's the matter?"

Death Master's eyes show strange color. I don't understand that they are all bloody. How can they break out again!?

At the same time, the master of death also found that Wang Hao was changing at a speed visible to the naked eye, not only the Qi and blood in his body became powerful, like a rolling river.

And his bones, his flesh and blood, were filled with a kind of sacred breath, and the bright golden light flashed from above.

………

Fairyland.

The ruler of the sky stands on the ruins of the city of destiny and thinks about life.

Now the master of fate was killed by Wang Hao, who ran away again, and the legendary Lord did not come.

If the creator or Wang Hao comes to him for trouble, he will definitely die, so the first divine skill in the world becomes his only life-saving straw.

"From the current situation, it seems that my talent is not enough. It can only be gathered by hard work!"

The sky dominates the brow with a touch of stubbornness, which has the taste of never giving up until success