You come?

Hei Wuchang's eyes flashed, but he didn't speak.

Xie Qi seemed thoughtful:

"Fengshen Platform?"

He naturally knew that An Qisheng was building the Five Direction Fengshen Platforms.

He could vaguely guess what An Qisheng wanted to do, but he didn't know what use it would be.

"Ascension has always been difficult. In the past hundred thousand years, there have been many cultivators, but how many have attained Dao? And even those who ascend must shed their mortal shell and leave as naked as they came. Even if you two are a hundred or a thousand times stronger than those who ascend, how could you possibly take the world with you?"

An Qisheng's expression was calm.

This world is special, not just a simple continent. The difficulty of moving it is beyond imagination, not to mention that he still has no clue about the principle of cosmic displacement.

Even if Gu Changfeng could vaguely sense that there would be an opportunity for cosmic displacement in the future, what it would be replaced with was still unknown.

What if it were replaced with the solar system?

What if the vast starry sky, including Xuanxing, were replaced with this world?

The suffering of the beings in this world is pitiful, but the beings in Xuanxing are equally innocent.

"Three hundred years is just a blink of an eye. Once the calamity comes, only a few beings in the world will survive. Hundreds of millions of beings will be buried, and then there will be no chance..."

Hei Wuchang stared at An Qisheng:

"Things in the world are not always black and white. In extraordinary times, extraordinary measures must be taken..."

"In extraordinary times, take extraordinary measures."

An Qisheng nodded in agreement, his eyes flashing with an unyielding will:

"If that's the case, let me try."

"Three hundred years is just a blink of an eye, how long do you need?"

Hei Wuchang sighed helplessly and took a step back.

It wasn't that he didn't like forcing others, but this Daoist was indeed valued by the Lord of the Underworld. In just ninety years, he already had the power to contend with them.

Since he couldn't force him, he had no choice but not to.

"Why three hundred years?"

An Qisheng looked into the void and said quietly:

"Three months is enough..."

His eyes were deep, as if piercing through the endless fog, seeing the extremely distant end of the sky, seeing those Fengshen Platforms.

"Three months..."

Hei Wuchang muttered to himself, finally understanding that this Daoist An had come prepared.

But he was also a little shocked.

He and Xie Qi were connected at the source, so he could naturally know what Xie Qi was thinking. He knew everything that had happened since this Daoist An came to this world.

But that was why he was a little shaken.

In just ninety years, without even truly entering the Heavenly Mandate Realm, he was already planning for the 'Heavenly Gong'.

What kind of spirit was this?

"Then..."

After a moment of silence, Xie Qi spoke again:

"Is there anything I can do?"

Three months was not a long time for anyone. He had already waited for thousands of years, so he wouldn't mind these mere three days.

If things didn't work out after three months, he would have no reason to refuse.

Hu~

An Qisheng's eyes narrowed, and with a flip of his hand, a simple and mysterious small altar was exposed in front of the two Wuchangs.

"This altar..."

The eyes of Hei and Bai Wuchang narrowed at the same time. Their vision was top-notch in the world, and they undoubtedly saw the extraordinary nature of this altar.

"Not ordinary..."

"Not from this world..."

The two spoke almost at the same time, and a hint of surprise could not help but arise in their hearts.

Even without contact, just by looking at it, they could feel that the rank of this altar was extremely high.

They had only seen one similar treasure that they could not figure out in their entire lives.

That was the core of the Netherworld, the Book of Life and Death Reincarnation.

Could it be that this Daoist An was able to come to this world by relying on this thing?

"What do you intend to do?"

Hei Wuchang frowned slightly.

They were naturally not unfamiliar with altars. They had played with this method of offering sacrifices to seek a response from the other side of the altar countless times.

Even now, many people in the world are worshiping the Eight Lords of the Netherworld, worshiping them.

But this altar is very likely not from this world. Once sacrificed, what kind of things will it attract?

Hu~

An Qisheng threw it casually, and the altar expanded in the wind, instantly turning into a hundred zhang high, and crashing down on the city gate tower of Youming City:

"Sacrifice!"

Om~

The altar stood on the city gate tower, and the dim rune lines on it glowed with scarlet light, wriggling like living things, and the surrounding floating Yin mist was silently swallowed into it.

"So evil!"

Hei Wuchang stared at it, only to feel that once the altar captured a trace of Yin mist, it would completely disappear in the Netherworld.

And this is not in line with common sense.

Because, whether it is the spiritual machine of heaven and earth, or the Yin evil resentment, it cannot be completely eliminated, whether it is the cultivator's swallowing and spitting, or the Netherworld's traction.

It is just transforming it into another form. In essence, they still exist between heaven and earth, only increasing but not decreasing.

But at this moment, that Yin Qi really disappeared into that altar!

"Who is worshiped by this altar?"

Xie Qi's pupils also shrank.

"This altar has no worshipers. Its main body is actually a balance. The altar is just its external appearance in this world."

An Qisheng was also looking at this altar.

After ninety years of getting it, this altar appeared more and more evil. Of course, this was not because the altar was evil, but because the items he sacrificed through this altar were not good.

From the White Bone Man Demon, the Different Evil Daoist, to the Huangtian Ten Fiends, which one was not extremely evil?

Naturally, this altar appeared evil.

"Balance..."

Hei Wuchang gently chewed these two words, his heart moved, and he captured important information:

"Then can I assume that if we put the world on it together, we can move the world away?"

"That's what they say, but it's not realistic."

An Qisheng shook his head slightly.

He once separated a trace of divine will and used this balance to capture the coordinates of the so-called Desolate World, but a complete White Bone Man Demon, when it reached that side, was already only a skull left.

If the world is sacrificed, not to mention the reaction of the 'Heavenly Gong' in this world and that Huangtian, I am afraid that this continent will have already disintegrated before it reaches that side.

Not to mention, whether there is really someone on the other side of the altar who can come up with something equivalent to the exchange of this world...

"What does Daoist An want to do with this altar?"

Hei Wuchang retracted his gaze.

At this time, he was really a little confused. What exactly did this An Qisheng want to do?

"If things can be done, then please sacrifice the Huangtian Ten Fiends together at the appropriate time..."

An Qisheng stood tall, stepped into the sky, and his body was filled with profound Dao:

"If things can't be done, then take it as my exchange!"

Exchange?

Hei Wuchang's heart moved, and then his expression changed. He was about to speak, but Xie Qi held his hand.

The latter shook his head slightly:

"Wait and see."

Rumble!

When An Qisheng stood in the sky, his clothes fluttering in the Yin wind, a huge roar like ten thousand thunder explosions suddenly erupted from under the Yin soil!

In an instant, the earth within a few thousand miles centered on Youming City shattered.

Then, like a volcano that had accumulated for hundreds of millions of years suddenly erupted.

Thousands of indescribable divine lights traversed the sky, pierced through the layers of Yin mist, and temporarily illuminated the entire Netherworld.

Countless monsters and ghosts who had never seen such a strong light were rapidly melting into the void like butter in a raging fire under the illumination of such a powerful divine light.

Even the surging seabed of the Netherworld, the towering dragon head, could not help but lower its head and let out a painful and violent roar:

"Gu Changfeng!"

Boom!

The divine light crisscrossed in all directions, penetrating the eight directions. Between the weaving of each other, a huge scroll that seemed to encompass the entire Netherworld faintly appeared.

The scroll was dark yellow, extremely simple, and at a glance, I don't know how many characters were looming on it, and, it seems that every moment there are thousands of changes.

Even if the scroll is ubiquitous, nowhere can be seen, and some people stare at it, but they can't see even a single character on it.

But faintly, everyone who sees this scroll has a kind of illusion that life and death are beyond their control.

Moreover, not only the Netherworld, but even the human world, has light and shadow appearing, shocking I don't know how many people.

"Life and Death Reincarnation Scroll!"

In the boundless ocean, a leaf of flat boat drifting with the waves, an old monk wearing a hat sitting on it suddenly raised his head, saw this huge scroll, could not help but tremble in his heart.

This volume of books is clearly the supreme treasure used by the Netherworld Lord to control the life and death and reincarnation of all spirits in the legend!

According to legend, it is because of this supreme treasure that the Netherworld Lord was able to send people to reincarnation.

In the two thousand years after the disappearance of the Netherworld Lord, I don't know how many people have ventured into the Netherworld, some to follow the footsteps of the Netherworld Lord, and more people, for this life and death reincarnation scroll.

"The reincarnation scroll reappears..."

The old monk muttered to himself.

Since the disappearance of the Netherworld Lord, this ancient scroll has disappeared, and no one can drive it anymore. For two thousand years, there has been no reincarnation between heaven and earth.

And at this time, it reappeared.

What does this mean?

Is the Netherworld Lord returning?

Or is the Supreme Treasure choosing a master?

Huh~

Between the thoughts, the old monk patted the flat boat under him, and suddenly broke through the boundless sea and disappeared into the void.

Central Land, East Land, West Land, North Land...

One powerful existence after another, no matter where they are, whether they are in retreat or not, are suddenly alarmed.

After seeing this ancient book through various means, they were all shaken.

Can't help but break through the barrier and come out.

They all came to the Netherworld, but they all gave birth to induction, faintly, they only felt that the opportunity appeared, if they missed it, there would be no possibility of any progress in this life.

Boom!

Rumble!

Youming City shook violently, and the surrounding Yin soil rolled like sea waves. Between the fragmentation, an altar that was built around the entire Youming City, but was more solemn and grand, slowly rose from the ground.

This altar occupies an unknown number of thousands of miles, and the whole body is dark, as if condensed by the most Yin and evil energy of heaven and earth, exuding a terrifying atmosphere that makes people want to be crazy.

The altar rises at a speed that seems slow but is actually extremely fast, and it just happens to lift An Qisheng's body.

And that volume of 'Life and Death Reincarnation Scroll' originally suspended above the altar.

Also 'pa' fell into his palm.