Although the three Underworld Emperors are immutable since time immemorial, but they are not Eternal Sovereigns. They also have lifespans.
In general, an Underworld Emperor has a lifespan of 100 million years.
After 100 million years, they will die, and then a new Underworld Emperor will be born from their corpses.
Although the three Underworld Emperors can't leave the Netherworld, but there are still many powerful existences who go to the Netherworld to trade with them.
Therefore, there will be some children with Underworld Emperor bloodline appearing in different planes.
Yang Feng looked into the distance and saw a vast and boundless Styx running through the sky and connecting countless planes.
The Styx is constantly fluctuating, and nether qi gushes out of the Styx and pervades the surroundings.
The Styx is the ultimate destination of the souls of all life forms in the universe.
Even if an Eternal Sovereign dies, after the Eternal Mark collapses, their soul will eventually return to the Styx and be decomposed.
Even if the gods hide in their divine countries, their soul will be weakened bit by bit. Even if they can live for hundreds of millions of years, their soul will eventually decay and fall into the Styx.
Above the Styx, one soul projection after another fell into the Styx. As soon as they fell into the Styx, they were decomposed and disappeared.
On the edge of the Styx, there are Soul Stealers made of bones, covered in soul cloaks, and holding bone spoons.
When souls fall from the edge of the Styx, the Soul Stealers pounce on them like hyenas and scoop up the souls with bone spoons.
As soon as the bone spoons touch the souls, they will be pulled into the hands of the Soul Stealers.
The low-grade souls will be processed into low-grade soul coins.
The higher-grade souls will be processed into soul stones.
The top-grade souls will be treated as treasures by the Soul Stealers and offered to the Netherworld's Netherworld Monarchs.
The Netherworld is ruled by the Three Underworld Emperors.
Below the Three Underworld Emperors are the 18 Underworld Sages, and below the Underworld Sages are the Netherworld Monarchs.
The Netherworld Monarchs are the powerhouses who deal with the affairs of the Netherworld.
The Three Underworld Emperors and the 18 Underworld Sages generally don't deal with them.
"Qian sisters, you dare to come to the Netherworld, how foolish!"
An incomparably terrifying Netherworld Gale blew over from afar. Within the Netherworld Gale, a Netherworld Dragon Ghost shrouded in a layer of Netherworld aura and emanating traces of a strange dragon aura walked over step by step.
Exuding Infinity Warlock rank nether qi, the Netherworld Dragon Ogre looked at the Qian family sisters with a derisive expression, like a big cat teasing two mice.
Qian Yingying looked at Chen Feihai pitifully and pleaded softly, "Brother Chen Feihai, please help us."
The Ghost Dragon glanced at Chen Feihai while a wisp of killing intent flashed through his eyes, and he said coldly, "You intend to stand up for them?"
Chen Feihai said decisively, "Sir, I am Chen Feihai, the son of the first wife of the Chen family of Jade Round Mansion.
I only met these two women by chance, and I have no intention of standing up for them. "
The Netherworld Ghost Dragon frowned slightly and said indifferently, "Chen Clan of Jade Round Mansion, your clan is somewhat related to me.
Get lost and watch from the side. I won't kill you. "
"Yes!
Sir! "
With a flash of humiliation in his eyes, Chen Feihai gritted his teeth and stood aside quietly.
Although the Netherworld Ogre Dragon only exudes Infinity Warlock rank fluctuations of power, but in the Netherworld, even a Warlock Monarch rank powerhouse may not be the opponent of the Netherworld Ogre Dragon.
Qian Meimei gritted her teeth and asked: "Third Nether Envoy, how did you find us?"
The third Nether Envoy said with a cold smile: "This time, it's our turn. The entire Nether Moon Sea and Nether Moon Island belong to us.
Coming here is tantamount to walking right into a trap.
Give up, the Bone Emperor is doomed to die this time!
Hundreds of thousands of years later, a new Bone Emperor will be born.
Why did you come to the Netherworld to throw away your life for him? "
"The Bone Emperor is going to die?"
With a thought from Yang Feng, the Mirror of Fate shone with countless runes, set off ripples, and then calmed down. However, there was no change.
Yang Feng frowned slightly: "Sure enough, I can't perceive the news of the Bone Emperor.
The Netherworld is one of the few worlds in the universe that I can't perceive with my power. "
After advancing to the Eternal Warlock rank, Yang Feng is invincible in the world of Warlocks.
The forging of the Eternal Treasure Mirror of Fate means that most places in the world of Warlocks are no longer secrets to Yang Feng.
Only the Netherworld, the home of the dead, under the interference of the mighty power of the Styx, even someone as strong as Yang Feng cannot see through all secrets.
Qian Meimei looked straight at the third Nether Envoy and said in a neither servile nor overbearing manner: "Once the Bone Emperor dies, a new Bone Emperor will be born hundreds of thousands of years later.
However, the new Bone Emperor has already forgotten the past.
He is equivalent to a dead person.
He is the ancestor of our race, the source of our power.
Even if we have to pay any price, we won't give up on saving him.
Today's matter has nothing to do with them.
Third Nether Envoy, please let them go. "
"Them?"
The third Nether Envoy glanced coldly at Yang Feng and the Death Lord, smiled contemptuously, and said frigidly: "You two lowly things.
Kneel down and lick my toes.
Perhaps I can consider sparing your lives. "
In the Netherworld, even a Warlock Monarch rank powerhouse is not the opponent of the third Nether Envoy, which fosters his arrogant and insufferably arrogant temperament.
Yang Feng glanced at the third Nether Envoy and said with a smile: "Let us go?
That's a lie. You want to sneak attack and kill us while we kneel, right? "
With the terrifying power of an Eternal Sovereign, Yang Feng saw through the mind of the third Nether Envoy at a glance.
"You're really smart.
Unfortunately, in this world, the smarter a person is, the earlier they die! "
Yang Feng's words hit the nail on the head of the third Nether Envoy, and his eyes shimmered with frigid killing intent. Endless nether qi filled his right claw, turned into an afterimage, and stabbed at Yang Feng.
Chen Feihai's eyes shimmered with delight, and he sneered in his heart: "What a fool to provoke the nether race in the Netherworld, how reckless."
"Watch out!"
Qian Meimei's pretty face flickered, and she warned loudly.
Yang Feng looked at the third Nether Envoy with a derisive expression.
As long as he revealed his true body, even if he stood still and let the third Nether Envoy hit him for 10,000 years, the Nether Envoy wouldn't be able to injure him.
Expressionless, the Death Lord standing quietly beside Yang Feng took a step forward, blocked in front of Yang Feng, and pointed at the third Nether Envoy, and fearsome life and death force erupted in an instant.
"You are …"
The third Nether Envoy's eyes shimmered with astonishment. Before he finished speaking, his body collapsed inch by inch and turned into dust that scattered with the wind.
Chen Feihai's eyes shimmered with incredulity: "The third Nether Envoy died just like that?
A bigwig of the Netherworld died just like that? "
"So strong!!
Who is that person?
He killed the third Nether Envoy with just one strike.
Such a powerhouse is actually that person's guard.
Who is that person? "
Qian Meimei took a deep look at Yang Feng, and her beautiful eyes shimmered with astonishment.
Qian Meimei gritted her teeth, came to Yang Feng's side, and advised: "Sir, the third Nether Envoy is a trusted aide of the Dark Dragon Monarch.
Since he was killed, the Dark Dragon Monarch won't let this go!!
The Dark Dragon Monarch won't take this lying down!!
Run away!!
In the Netherworld, even Holy Spirit Warlocks are not the opponent of the Dark Dragon Monarch. "
Yang Feng uttered with a faint smile: "They're already here!"
In the void, waves of Nether Qi churned. Ten warships made of all kinds of bones, each three thousand meters long, flew over.
The battleships were filled with Underworld warriors of all shapes and sizes. They were made of all kinds of skeletons.
On top of the leading warship sits a skeleton throne, on which sits a powerhouse with a dragon head and a human body, shrouded in netherworld breath, and a cold look in his eyes.
Chen Feihai's eyes shimmered with delight, and he mused maliciously: "Dark Dragon Monarch!
He is a peerless powerhouse who once killed a human Holy Spirit Warlock.
Since he personally took action.
No matter where these two come from, they're dead. "
Qian Yingying trembled, her beautiful eyes shimmered with despair, and she cried out: "Dark Dragon Monarch, how come he personally took action?
How come he came so fast! "
"Human powerhouse, was it you who killed my third nether envoy?"
On top of the warship, the Dark Dragon Monarch looked at Yang Feng with a cold look in his eyes and asked frigidly.
Yang Feng responded with a faint smile: "That's right!"
The Dark Dragon Monarch uttered coldly: "Very well, in that case, kill yourself!
As long as you kill yourself, I'll forgive your sins.
Otherwise, I'll kill you, extract your bloodline, and curse your race.
I'll sever the bloodline of your race. "
Yang Feng uttered flatly: "I haven't been threatened like this for a long time.
I'm in a good mood today, so kill yourself!
I'll leave you with an intact corpse. "
"Stubborn fool!
Styx Suppression Formation! "
A cold look in his eyes, the Dark Dragon Monarch barked.
The 10 Nether Warships radiated countless mysterious runes, as if communicating with the Styx, which is the embodiment of the law of death, with infinite power.
A vast Styx projection appeared in the void, ran through the universe, and swept towards Yang Feng.
The Styx Suppression Formation is the trump card of the Dark Dragon Monarch. Even if it is a Great Holy step powerhouse, if they are hit by the Styx projection, they will lose all their memories and become an idiot.
"Incredible! In the Underworld, that magic can even kill Great Sages!!"
Yang Feng smiled faintly, exclaimed in admiration, and prodded with his hand.
Countless mysterious runes flickered, and a huge and eternal finger that runs through the past, present, and future appeared and pointed at the Styx projection with the weight of a mountain.
The Styx projection, which can suppress a Great Holy, collapsed. One after another, the Nether Warships crumbled, and the Nether soldiers aboard turned into powder and disappeared.