The statue of the Nine Serpents in the sky was like a ruthless god of death looking down on the earth.

Its nine strange snake heads swayed back and forth, each spitting out a different, powerful aura of coercion, and conjuring nine terrifying powers.

The scenes of the Golden Light Arrow Array, the Scorching Heavenly Fire, the Inverted Hanging Waterfall, the Meteorite Meteor, the Wood Thorn Array, the Violent Hail, the Abandoned Whirlwind, the World-Shaking Thunderbolt, the Sandstorm, and the Nine Doomsday Disasters gradually transformed into the sky in the sky, and the power became greater and greater, making the void tremble.

It seems that the next moment will be punished and the world will be destroyed.

"The Nine Snake Icon actually launched the Nine Tribulations of Annihilation, which is the unique method of the legendary Emperor of the Underworld. Even if you hunt down and kill dissidents, you don't have to make such a big move, right? If this method falls, I'm afraid that there will be no more living beings in the entire Forgotten Land. No, this is not the arrival of the Hades Emperor's body, if it is really the Hades Emperor's arrival, I'm afraid I have already been frozen by the power of the law of time, and I can't sense any spiritual power fluctuations at all, this should just be the doppelganger projection technique performed by the Hades Emperor in the air. It is said that the law of time cast by the Immortal Emperor's body can freeze the void for thirty breaths. If it is a projection clone, it will be ten breaths of time at most, and the power will be greatly reduced. Find a way to survive the ten breaths of time, and maybe there will be a turnaround......"

The Shadow Wind Venerable in surprise was thinking quickly in his heart, but he couldn't think of a good countermeasure, at this time, he could only achieve a slight perception of his divine sense, his hands and feet were like ice, and he couldn't move a bit.

The others, including Xu Yang, were completely frozen and frozen by the power of the law of time cast by the "Nine Snake Statue", and they couldn't feel the slightest fluctuation of spiritual power from the outside world at all, and stayed there like wooden people, waiting for the judgment of time.

Not only is the battlefield in front of the Valley of Forgotten Sorrows, but the entire Forgotten Land is frozen by the laws of time cast down.

The birds that stopped in mid-air, the fish that jumped out of the river, the wild boars in the woods in a panic, the phantom beasts escaping in the mountains, the jaw-dropping disciples of the Heavenly Ghost Sect, the many Yufeng attendants on Youfeng Mountain who had already been frightened by the angry black sun and knelt down on the ground, the green smoke that burned incense and solidified in the hands of the people in the Valley of Forgetting Worries, and the fallen leaves that fell in the air...... All this, like a cold picture being frozen in the same moment, lost its vitality.

Even the Eye of the Interface, which had been repeatedly attacked and appeared before, didn't know where to hide, as if even if the Forgotten Lands was obliterated, it had nothing to do with it.

It seems that only destruction is the only ending.

Freeze!

Ruthless!

Sad!

At this moment, in this frozen picture, there was an unexpected action.

The little red candle, which had been lying quietly on the jacquard blanket, stood up effortlessly.

Stimulated by the power of Mothling's heart, the power of the spell that had locked the tip of her heart was unraveled. Her consciousness had awakened from the previous spatial illusion of a blood moon, a shackled hut imprisoned by chains, and an intoxicating ecstasy.

At this time, her eyes were as clear as a pool.

I saw her make a motion with both hands to push the door, as if she had crossed over from another world.

She confidently took the first step and said aloud, "I'm the Red Candle—"

The voice pierced through the void and rose to the sky, swearing to exist.

Suddenly, an indescribable coercion burst out of her body. She wore a black skirt and danced like a blooming flower, and the green silk rolled upside down like a flowing cloud.

Immediately, a phantom of a dignified woman with a noble temperament appeared behind her.

The woman in the shadow was dressed in a gorgeous palace dress. The skirt reaches the floor, and the veil flows. At the brocade bandeau place, a pair of towering breasts that seem to be exposed are beautiful and vulgar. Her skin is better than snow, her eyebrows and red lips, her long black hair is like a pile of clouds, and she wears a delicate headdress with golden phoenix wings spread on her bun, noble and elegant, and extraordinary.

Immediately after, the woman's phantasm flashed and disappeared into the body of the little red candle.

In the next moment, Little Red Candle's height suddenly grew a lot taller.

When she took the second step, the little red candle had completely changed into the appearance of the woman in the phantom just now.

Looking closely, this woman's eyebrows are five or six points similar to the little red candle, and there is no sense of disobedience at all, as if they are the same person.

Immediately, a huge fluctuation of soul power emanated from the body of the dressed woman. Everywhere he passed, the power of the law was instantly redefined.

"Click, click!"

The void, which had been frozen and frozen by the power of the laws of time, seemed to have been hammered with a heavy hammer, and was covered with a trace of cracks that shone with fluorescence and leaf veins.

"Whoa-la-"

A moment later, the power of the invisible law of time shrouded in the void collapsed into countless broken lenses, and then burned up in the dots of silver sparks.

Without the constraints of the power of the laws of time, the imprisoned world has regained its freedom.

Centered on the body of a woman in costume, this power spreads like a tide. Leap over the grasslands, over the rivers, over the forests, over the mountains,...... Sweep across the Forgotten Lands.

Those birds that stopped in mid-air, fish that jumped out of the river, wild boars in the woods in a panic, ghostly beasts fleeing in the mountains, jaw-dropping disciples of the Heavenly Ghost Sect, ghostly waiters kneeling on the ground on Youfeng Mountain, green smoke that burned incense solidified in the hands of the people praying in the Valley of Forgotten Worries, and fallen leaves falling in mid-air...... In an instant, the soul was reinjected.

They breathe, they jump, and they make all sorts of sounds, dappled and flowing light and shadow...... Resurgence.

The whole world moved, and the river of time began to flow in an orderly manner.

At this moment, Xu Yang and others in front of the Valley of Forgotten Worries also regained their freedom.

They only remember what happened before they were frozen by the laws of time, but they don't know what happened next. They instinctively took a deep breath, and the comfort was many times more than the panacea.

The eyes of everyone looking at the red candle were full of curiosity and awe.

"She saved everyone, who is she?" Bai Shaojie said secretly.

"Is this dignified and noble woman in front of you the true face of Little Red Candle's sister?" Hibiscus whispered.

"How could the woman after the transformation of the little red candle give me a sense of familiarity, and it exudes a majesty that makes people have to bow their heads. Eighth Brother Lin, the old village chief, said to himself.

"What kind of cultivation is this woman, so powerful that even Ben Jiao can't perceive it, but fortunately she is not an opponent. "The sound of the scale Jiao Instrument Spirit came from the sheath of the Changyang Sword in the Ghost Valley.

The lazy skeleton lying on Guigu Zhan's shoulder stared intently at the back of the red candle, and couldn't close his chin in surprise. It then rubbed its eyes with its own bony hands, even though it had no eyeballs in its hollow sockets.

"Is this the guy we were going to kill before? What a stupid assassination. She only needs to move a finger, and I'm afraid we're going to hell to report. The six people of the three palaces of the Netherworld looked at each other, not knowing whether to rejoice for the rest of their lives after the catastrophe, or to be annoyed by their previous stupid behavior.

"This woman is so good-looking, one of the most temperamental women I have ever seen. Red Begonia said secretly.

"This person's temperament actually reminds me of the queen mother in the world of Fengyi in the Great Wei Kingdom, and even more majestic and non-offensive temperament. Huang Jiu, who was originally the ninth prince of the Great Wei Kingdom, secretly praised.

"Where do you think you've seen this woman? A long time ago, I went into the Netherworld Palace to eat and drink, and I saw a woman in a portrait. It was a woman who could only be seen from a distance, and if you got closer, you would feel that it was blasphemy. The drunkard Xiao held his chin with one hand and pondered.

"If you guess correctly, this person has the cultivation of the Void Immortal Realm, and he can actually resist the power of the law. Venerable Ghost Wind exclaimed.

The Void Immortal Realm is a large cultivation realm above the Heavenly Tribulation Realm. The first glimpse of the laws of heaven and earth can be called the body of a half-human virtual immortal.

......

The powerful soul power released by the dressed woman soared into the sky.

The Nine Snake Statue in the sky seemed to have encountered a nemesis, and the terrifying power of the Nine Tribulations launched by it collapsed and disintegrated in the sky before it could descend.

A moment later, the Nine Serpent Icon vanished in a flickering darkness.

The sky was clear, and there was still the lonely black sun.

"It's game over!"

The red candle standing in the center of the world looked up to the sky and looked at the black sun in the sky and said loudly.

The black sun in the sky hung there quietly, neither happy nor sad.

Suddenly, in the void above everyone's heads in front of the Valley of Forgotten Sorrows, a strange spatial crack appeared, silent.

"Whoosh!"

A black phantom flashed through the crack in the pitch-black space. The phantom flickered, revealing a person hovering high in the sky.

The person who came had a small braincase, a sallow complexion, no flesh on his cheeks, and two sparse mustaches at the corners of his mouth, but he wore an extremely wide and old-fashioned black brocade robe, which made his exposed skull surprisingly small.

It was the herald from before.

The herald was half-bent over, with one hand on his knee, snorting and sweating profusely.

Then he glared at his little eyes and said strangely, "Finally arrived here." ”

The Herald Herald leaned down and looked down.

When he saw the red candle, he immediately squeezed out a smile. Although, he is as ugly when he laughs as he is when he doesn't.

Then he cast the art of controlling the sky, and it was as light as a black feather from the sky, and it fell down.

The herald ghost envoy didn't even glance at Xu Yang and the others behind the red candle, as if the others were simply transparent air, and went straight to the red candle.

He first bowed deeply, and then said, "You are Her Majesty the Empress of the Netherworld, and the little one is the Herald Ghost Envoy No. 32 of the Netherworld." At the behest of the Emperor of the Underworld, I have come to send you an edict of the Emperor of the Underworld. ”

With that, he stretched out his hands and held out a scroll made of black iron, the outside of which was tied with a thin rope made of gold.

"It's the Iron Scroll of the Immortal Emperor, could it be that the Immortal Emperor had expected that I would wake up early?" Red Candle whispered as he looked at the iron scroll handed over by the Herald Ghost Envoy.

The herald's face did not change, and he snickered in his heart: "Hehe." The Emperor of the Underworld has already explained, if you lose, I will go back and report it. If you win, I'll take out this scroll. In this world, it is impossible for a powerful Emperor to control everything in the future. ”

The woman in costume took the iron scroll, untied the golden rope tied on it, and unfolded it, and there was a line written on it: "See you in the next hundred years."

"Congratulations to the Empress for passing the test, and the little herald ghost envoy No. 32 has taken her leave. ”

With that, the herald retreated three steps back in an orderly manner, then turned and flew away, re-entering the spatial rift where it had arrived. The crack closes, leaving no trace.

Seeing that the herald ghost envoy left, the woman in costume put away the iron scroll and said with a calm expression: "In the next hundred years, I will naturally win." ”

The woman in costume turned around, smiled, and looked at the people in front of her, less coercion and more cordial.

"Lin Cangyuan, the deputy general of the Red Blood Legion, led his subordinates to meet the Empress of the Great Netherworld. Eighth Brother Lin, the old village chief, fell to his knees.

The butcher behind him, Orion Dali, the blacksmith sledgehammer, the white boss and the drunkard Xiao and others also knelt on the ground together. In their hearts, they have always been subjects of the Netherworld.

"This is not the Netherworld, you don't have to stick to the etiquette of the Netherworld, please get up. It's all my fault that I can't do it, and everyone suffers. The Empress of the Netherworld took two steps forward and helped Eighth Brother Lin up with her own hands.

The old village chief Lin Eighth Brother was in tears, and he didn't know what to say. Behind him the Orion is vigorous, the butcher is ruthless, and the blacksmith sledgehammer wipes tears from his sleeve.

The viewers were all in tears.

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