Douluo: Peerless Beibei, the Bright Dragon King

Chapter 116 Demiplane of the Undead

"It really makes me miss you."

"This is all thanks to the Snow Queen. If she hadn't been an ice and snow spirit nurtured by heaven and earth, she wouldn't have been able to sense the power of the world's status and uncover a corner of the hidden underworld afterlife."

"I'm afraid that this fragment of my divine consciousness from another world will really skip this area, allowing you to directly use light magic to purify this messenger of death and be done with it."

Hearing this, Beibei asked again: "So, the teacher knows the details of the underworld."

"Do you know why he, who possesses such a powerful domain, is still only a Soul King even though he has lived so long and grown so old?"

Electrolux nodded slightly:

"A fusion of negative emotions from the planes. It is usually a means for the plane consciousness to maintain the balance between living beings."

"But after all, the plane consciousness will restrict negative plane favorers."

"For example, the plane's favored one in front of us has been restricted. He is just a puppet controlled by the underworld's afterlife realm. He will never be able to break through the fifth ring level in his lifetime."

At this moment, the imprisoned messenger of death broke through and roared.

"You are the Yan puppet, your whole family is Yan puppet!"

"A ghost that is barely alive dares to bark like that."

"I am the messenger of the god of death, the ruler of the underworld and the future god of death..."

Then?

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

……

Several crisp slapping sounds were heard, and the artificial silencing was successful.

"Teacher, please continue."

"From what you said, you need to completely control the realm of the afterlife in the underworld in order to break through the boundaries of the Soul King. Otherwise, you will be trapped in the realm for the rest of your life."

"Yes."

"There are two ways to do this."

"First, if the plane consciousness dies or is possessed by another body, the former will leave no one to suppress the negative consciousness, and the latter will also cause a period of plane vacuum. The time given by both is enough for the plane's favored one to counterattack and control the underworld rebirth realm."

"The second is to leave the plane of birth and go to another plane. The control of the plane will be weakened, which is enough to break through the restrictions of the underworld and completely control it."

The gray world was extremely quiet. Not only Beibei was listening attentively, but also the messenger of death with a swollen face.

After hearing this, the little hope that the messenger of death had originally had was instantly extinguished.

Neither of the two situations mentioned is realistic.

Plane consciousness has existed since the birth of the plane. During billions of years, gods that transcend the plane standards have been born, and gods have also fallen.

But I have never heard of a case where a plane consciousness fell or was possessed by another body.

As for the second one, that is even more impossible. Leaving this plane is something that only gods can do, and it has nothing to do with human soul masters.

Compared to him, Beibei understands Teacher Yi better. Since it has been explained in this way, there must be a solution.

Sure enough, Electrolux immediately provided a solution.

"When the magic of necromancy reached its peak, I created an undead demiplane to facilitate the storage and carrying of undead creatures."

"During the time when the Tower of the Living was semi-dormant, the advanced undead magic memories that were restored contained a method to connect to the undead demiplane that wanders the deep space universe."

As soon as he finished speaking, the messenger of death suddenly shouted and followed the rest of the sentence.

"Senior, Senior, your last name is Yi, right?"

"I have no parents since I was a child. I jumped out of the cracks in the domain. From now on, I will take your last name. You can just call me Xiao Yi."

"I want to take you as my foster father and take care of you in your old age."

If his body had not been clamped by the slender hands, he would have knelt down and kowtowed twice.

Electrolux: “…” Beibei: “…”

Wow, he is worthy of being the favored one of the planes, his ability to beat the snake with a stick is really amazing.

However, he knew very well that Teacher Yi would definitely not accept this stupid son.

Just based on the Death Messenger's curse of "old ghost with a residual soul, barking wildly", Teacher Yi might have even thought of what shape of undead creature he should train him to be.

After all, the person standing in front of him explaining how to counter the plane control was not a good man or woman.

Countless generations of evil soul masters of the Holy Spirit Church have failed to accomplish their goal of turning a plane into a kingdom of death.

When Alex was young, he had completed half of it. If he hadn't come to his senses later, that plane might have really become a paradise for the dead.

Alex looked at the messenger of death carefully. People who knew him well knew that this was the look he usually had when he was experimenting with new magic.

Praising:
"Possessing the unlimited resurrection ability in the underworld afterlife realm, although it has some limitations, it is rare."

"An alternative form of eternal life is indeed a good way to retire in old age."

The messenger of death tried hard to resist the grip of the slender hands and nodded vigorously.

"Indeed, indeed!"

But in the next sentence, Electrolux changed the subject.

"In the category of refining equipment for undead magic, you are also an excellent material for refining the Ten Thousand Souls Banner, and the best candidate for the main soul."

"It's a shame that it was purified like this."

"Don't you think so, Beibei?"

Death Messenger: “???”

Beibei: "..."

You are the former Son of Light, and you are openly discussing with the current Son of Light how to refine the Ten Thousand Souls Banner...is that really okay?
Without further ado, Electrolux uttered a curse that sounded like an incomprehensible retching or smacking sound.

In an instant, the originally motionless underworld began to change, and the gray color of the world turned into flowing air.

Beibei, who is in this place, feels like being twisted into a knot by the power of space.

But as Alex waved his undead staff, the force of space flowed through Beibei like a diverted tide.

All happened in a flash, and the area of ​​the underworld where the afterlife was located was completely changed.

A huge inky black door closed, and Beibei was already in the undead demiplane.

As soon as he arrived here, he felt sticky all over, and there was a smell in the air that he didn't like.

At the same time, there was a ball of black corpse gas nearby, which gradually gathered into a human-shaped creature with a naked upper body.

His skin is pale white, and he is an eighth-level undead creature in the undead demiplane, the monarch of the zombie clan, the Zombie King.

The tongue, as long as a snake's tongue, licked the dark sharp nails, looking at Beibei with bloodthirstiness and curiosity.

"Humanity?"

"Or a human with the attribute of light."

"How come there are humans here?"

Looking at the Zombie King who was equivalent to an Eight-Ring Contra, Beibei showed his signature elegant and harmonious smile.

"Hello, strong man from another world, I am here with my teacher."

"Teacher?" The Zombie King looked in the direction Beibei pointed and saw a pair of gray eyes that shook his soul.

"Wow~"

When he saw Alex, the Zombie King let out a weird scream that was uglier than crying.

"He's back, he's back!" he shouted and ran away in panic.

(End of this chapter)