The wind is howling, the snow is flying, the waves are rolling, and a helicopter flies with difficulty in the endless darkness.

The wind and snow were so strong that the helicopter was blown from side to side, and the people inside felt like they were riding a roller coaster, feeling that the helicopter could crash at any moment, fall into the icy water, and be smashed by the huge waves.

What's even more terrifying is that the farther the helicopter flies, the worse the weather becomes, because the closer it is to the North Pole.

The helicopter pilot was scared and cried, and repeatedly begged to fly back, saying that he did not want to die, but the passenger did not agree and threatened him to throw him into the sea to feed the sharks. He knew that the passenger was by no means scaring him, talking and playing, but really daring to do it, because this was a young demon king, a young man who killed a god, killing people was like killing chickens, without any pressure.

Liang Fei looked out the window, his lips were purple, and his stomach was tumbling for a while, and he was so sick that he felt very bad.

Bang Bang Bang!

Patches of snowflakes as light as a feather turned into hail under the blessing of the cold wind, smashing the fuselage into a crackling sound.

It was pitch black outside the window, the snow was flying, and nothing could be seen.

Liang Fei swore that he had never experienced such terrible weather in his life.

Frankly, he was worried that he would never come back this time.

"There is no turning back when you open the bow, and it is useless to regret it. ”

Caught off guard, Ye Tian's voice sounded, and he seemed to see through his thoughts.

"I'm not afraid!" Liang Fei stiffened, "It's just, it's just that I miss my relatives a little." ”

Ye Tian struck out a mana, and the mud cow melted into Liang Fei's body like entering the sea, he suddenly felt a lot more comfortable, and the vomiting feeling disappeared.

"Take a break, recuperate, the enemy is waiting for us. Ye Tian said lightly, closed his eyes, and didn't seem to be worried about the helicopter crashing at all.

Of course, there is no need for him to worry, even if the helicopter really crashes, he also has 10,000 ways to escape.

With his ability, he could reach the North Pole without the help of a helicopter, he just didn't want to be too tired, after all, such a long distance, and such a bad climate, flying on wings was too tiring.

Liang Fei couldn't be so calm as him, and he was worried all the way, until he saw a lighthouse in the endless darkness, and the first secondary school island arrived.

Here, the helicopter will take a break, fill up with fuel, and then continue to take off, all the way north.

What the two passengers didn't know was that the driver had already made up his mind to pick a pick, and no matter how much money he was given, he wouldn't fly.

This island is not small, it belongs to the small country of Aurora, known as a pearl in the Arctic Ocean, and has hundreds of indigenous people. The scenery here is beautiful, and it is also a great place to see the Northern Lights, and many tourists come here every year.

At the northern end of the island is a small town where all the people of the island live.

A small town of a few hundred people is not big or small. There is a small heliport in the town. At this moment, the heliport is lit up, and a large H has been covered with ice and snow, and it is only faintly visible.

A helicopter descended from the sky, and gusts of cold wind whistled by, blowing the helicopter to the ground. The landing process was difficult, but in the end the helicopter landed.

"God forbid!"

The driver took a long breath and drew a cross on his chest.

But at this moment, all of a sudden, his eyes were dazzled, and the surrounding environment had changed, the snow had disappeared, the helipad had disappeared, even the island, and even the entire sky had disappeared, as if he had crossed over, and came to a terrifying otherworld.

I saw that this was a land of ruins, full of broken walls, white bones everywhere, no grass on the ground, only a few dry old trees, the branches twisted to the point of words, as if terrible monsters were beckoning to people.

On the pitch-black earth, endless yin and death qi continued to overflow, forming columns of black smoke, straight into the sky, some even as high as 100 meters, diffuse, swirling around the entire land, and never dispersed.

And in the black fog of dead air, there are still wandering ghosts, with hideous and terrifying faces, and let out bursts of ghosts crying wolf howls.

When the helicopter crossed here, thousands of evil spirits swarmed in all directions, like a flood that was terrifying.

Obviously, this is the Netherworld Hell!

The helicopter pilot was stunned at the time and rubbed his eyes vigorously, but no matter how much he rubbed it, he couldn't change the scene in front of him, and he did cross over.

Liang Fei was also frightened, not knowing what was happening.

At this moment, on the tarmac of the island, a figure suddenly appeared, tall and tall, wearing a gorgeous brocade robe, with shiny blonde hair, as if it was an aristocrat who had traveled from the European Middle Ages.

Although he was handsome and extraordinary, his face was as pale as paper, and his eyes were blood-red, and there were two fangs sticking out of his mouth at the corners of his mouth, which was very terrifying.

A blood-colored halo shrouded his body, which was the blood-colored qi he sacrificed, guarding his body so firmly that not a single snowflake could get close.

This is a lord-level vampire, very powerful!

Rumble!

He raised his hand slightly, and a black mist rose to the sky at the big H letter on the tarmac, and then an ancient scroll flew up, like a flying magic carpet, towards his hand.

This is a space magic weapon scroll, engraved with ancient spells, containing great mana, there is a lot of magic in the painting, just like a cage, can seal people into.

"It is your sin to hurt my people, and you will die a hundred times! I will extract your soul and burn it with the fire of hell for ten thousand years. Your blood will be the wine in my king's cup. ”

The vampire prince said in a low voice, probably because he had drunk too much human blood, and his voice was very hoarse, like a night owl.

"The Nether Scroll of the Blood Clan is truly extraordinary, and it captured the Young Demon King with a single blow. ”

At this moment, suddenly a cold voice with a hint of sneer came.

I saw that two figures suddenly came, a middle-aged man and a middle-aged woman, and the one who spoke was a middle-aged man.

"The Young Demon King is the immortal enemy of my Pantheon, and I hope that His Excellency the Prince will know each other and hand over the Young Demon King to us. As for the bounty, we won't lose a cent of you. ”

Then another middle-aged woman spoke.

As the twelve main gods of the Pantheon, the strength of these two is undoubted, their qi and blood are monstrous, and there is a faint halo shrouded in the outside of their bodies.

The praying mantis catches the cicada, and the yellow finch is behind!

"Even the two of you dare to attack me, who gave you the guts?" the Blood Prince rebuked angrily, his bloody eyes glaring, very powerful.

"Venerable Prince Morton, you are indeed powerful, but what if you add two of us?"

With the voice, two more people appeared, still a man and a woman, with a terrifying aura, both of whom were immortal powerhouses.