Douluo: Peerless Beibei, the Bright Dragon King

Chapter 115: The Underworld Rebirth Realm

"Beibei, your intuition is correct. I have indeed sensed something special here."

"I feel like I am somewhat similar to you. I am an ice and snow elf nurtured by the power of the Far North. I have the momentum to become a world-class person."

With a wave of her jade hand, the dilapidated scene in front of her seemed to be distorted like a space fluctuation.

The messenger of death, who was pinched by the giant hand of ice and snow, also turned from a wisp of black smoke into an emaciated human body.

Clusters of gray flames gradually spread outward with his body as the center.

The originally colorful vision faded to gray in an instant, and the atmosphere was extremely weird.

Beibei could clearly feel that the gray world he was in now was a place similar to a field.

Although it came from the Messenger of Death, it was not actively controlled by him, and it had the momentum to compete with the Ultimate Light Element.

The messenger of death, who was originally a prisoner, was shouting arrogantly.

"I am the god of death!"

"You can't kill me!"

"If you dare to peek into the world of the God of Death, you will all die!"

Then?

"Snapped!"

Beibei slapped him in the face with her backhand. The extreme light element on her palm caused the half of her face that was slapped to start burning, making a "sizzling" sound.

"Noisy!"

"Did I let you speak?!"

"Let me ask you, what is this gray world in front of you? Where do you come from?"

Then?

"Snapped!"

The slap that had just been swung was slapped back with the backhand.

"I asked you to speak?! Didn't you hear me?!"

Death Messenger: "******"

With a symmetrical swollen face, he stared at Beibei with dim eyes, as if to say, wasn't the interval between the two slaps a little short?

He said unruly: "Humph!"

"This messenger doesn't know!"

"Pop!" "Pap!" "Pap!"

……

Along with the crisp sound of slapping, there was also the shrill wails of the messenger of death.

"Ahhhh!!!"

The bright flames seemed unaffected by the gray, burning hot on his face, corroding his bones and burning his veins, as if practicing exquisite knife skills on the nerve endings in his face.

"I say, I say, little one says."

"This realm is called the Underworld Rebirth Realm. It is rumored to be a bridge and channel to the underworld, but in fact, I can't communicate with it."

"My twelve corpse slaves are controlled through the underworld rebirth realm, and they all have the combat power of a four-ring soul master."

"As for where I came from, I myself don't know. Since I first became conscious, the underworld has been there with me."

"If I am killed, I will be resurrected from the afterlife in the underworld after a period of time."

After hearing what he knew, Beibei couldn't help but look surprised.

Wouldn't the afterlife realm of the underworld appear in 10,000 years? How could it appear in this era? It is called the fusion of the negative aura of the plane consciousness, and in another sense, the plane's favored one. It belongs to the same favored child of heaven as the son of luck. No wonder Xue Di said that it has a world specification similar to hers.

but……

"You already have this field, why are you still so useless?"

Beibei stared at the messenger of death in confusion. He remembered that in later generations, Hades Halosa, who awakened to the realm of rebirth in the underworld, would surge in strength every time he died and reappeared to wreak havoc on the continent. He became a Titled Douluo at the age of nineteen and led twelve skeleton knights to stir up trouble.

But the guy in front of me was a Soul King when he was beaten to death by me five years ago, and he was still a Soul King after being resurrected five years later. This is too weak.

Compared to Zhang Lexuan, who went from a seven-ringed Soul Saint to a ninety-eighth-level Super Douluo in five years, he does not have the majesty of a patron favored by the plane at all!
Death Messenger: “…”

How dare you, a worthless person like you, talk like that? You were able to catch me because of women.

Humph! Little white face, gigolo!
Of course, he just kept these complaints to himself and didn't dare say them out loud, for fear that Beibei would slap him in the face again.

But Beibei still seemed to be able to read his inner thoughts from his dark eyes.

"I'm not a gigolo who lives off women. The main thing is that she is not a woman, she is a female soul beast."

"Hehe~"

"Be careful or she'll reveal her true form, turning into a giant beast with a green face and fangs, and chew you up piece by piece, letting you hear the sound of your own bones breaking."

Upon hearing this, Xue Di's eyes spewed fire, his teeth clenched, and his fists creaked.

What do you mean by revealing her true form?! As a spirit born and raised by nature, she should look like this anyway!
The green face and fangs are pretty much the same description of Bing'er's true form.

Sure enough, after hearing this, Bingdi, as irritable as she was, didn't react at all.

Her original form, the Ice Blue Emperor Scorpion, is gorgeous and exquisite, but it does have a green face and fangs.

Just when Xue Di was about to shout in anger, he suddenly sensed changes in Bei Bei's body.

A ray of emerald green light surged out of the body and broke into the underworld and afterlife realm without being assimilated into gray.

Faced with Electrolux who was speeding up and overtaking in the Tower of Living Things, Xue Di consciously swallowed back the anger that was about to come out of his mouth.

There are few people in the world who can make the Lord of the Far North fearful, but Alex is one of them. To be more precise, he fears them!
Xue Di, who has lived for a long time, can barely sense the killing and karma accumulated in Alex.

Even if the entire continent was filled with pigs that wouldn't resist, and she was allowed to chop them with abandon for a hundred thousand years, it would not necessarily cause such a level of karma and killing.

I can’t imagine how many people this old man beat to death when he was young.

After the Tower of Living Beings carrying the fragments of Alex's consciousness floated out of the Sea of ​​Spirits, Beibei never paid any attention to the messenger of death again.

You know, he tried to call Teacher Yi many times, but got no response, which made him suspect that Teacher Yi was suffering from depression.

Upon closer observation, he discovered that there was always a faint smile on Alex's face, which he didn't usually have.

It is a little hard to tell whether the disease is recovering or just a last-ditch effort before entering the late stage.

He approached and asked with concern: "Teacher, are you okay?"

"The story of 'Shadow' dreaming didn't bring you any irreversible consequences, did it?"

Electrolux unhappily gave Beibei a "small bun", but the small bun, which was in spiritual form, did not cause any pain.

"I hope that I can get an incurable disease. I can tell you for sure that there is no such thing as 'depression' as you say."

"During the few days since I returned to the Tower of the Living, I was only in a semi-sleeping state, recovering my memory of the deeper levels of undead magic."

Although Electrolux didn't show any difference on the surface, Beibei could still feel that Teacher Yi was now more relaxed.

"I woke up this time because of the triggering of the afterlife realm in the underworld."

He took action and molded a touch of gray into the world, his voice filled with endless sighs.

"It's the breath of the god of death."

(End of this chapter)