When he came to the vicinity of the golden pillar of light, the vision of heaven and earth had gradually disappeared, and it was not surprising, this was just a vision, not the sun, and it was impossible to shine for ten days and half a month. Pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info

Ning Chen looked at the big crack on the ground, his brows furrowed and furrowed, and he really had no interest in going down.

He is here to hunt for treasure, not to find death, such a big crack, even if there is a treasure, there is no life to return.

Ning Chen wanted to leave, but the little white horse held on to Ning Chen's sleeve and didn't let go.

"You are a horse, where do you have such great curiosity"

Ning Chen frowned and scolded, this guy is becoming more and more humane, but you are a horse, and humanization is useful.

However, no matter how Ning Chen reprimanded, the little white horse still didn't let go, and even dragged Ning Chen into the crack little by little.

Have you ever seen someone bullying a disabled person? Ning Chen has seen a lot, but this is the first time he has seen a horse bullying a disabled person!

"Do you really want to go?"

Ning Chen's heart was furious, and he said impatiently.

"Whew"

The little white horse made a snort in his throat, indicating his attitude.

"Then let's go"

Ning Chen responded, it was not afraid of a horse, what was he afraid of.

The crack was steep and looked very deep, Ning Chen would pull out the ink sword, plunge it into the frozen soil of the cold winter with a thud, and untie the reins on the little white horse's head and tie it to the wheelchair along his waist and abdomen.

Then, Ning Chen, who was in a wheelchair, calmly jumped off the crack with the little white horse.

Who is the most terrible person in the world?

It's not horizontal, it's not stunned, it's not lifeless!

Today's Ning Chen and Xiao Baima obviously directly surpassed Heng and Leng, and directly rose to death.

After jumping off the crack, Ning Chen took the ink sword, waited until it descended about a zhang, and suddenly plunged the ink sword into the frozen soil of the crack.

"Bang la la"

The ink sword drew a half-foot-long fan, and it quickly stabilized, and for a while it was dusty and scattered everywhere.

Below, the pony is hanging under a wheelchair, swinging, and his body is bloodied by the reins.

"It's time for you to lose weight"

Ning Chen said in annoyance, he would follow this beast to mess around, it was really idle and his brain was in water.

The little white horse was very guilty, and was tied to the waist and abdomen by the reins, but he stubbornly did not make a sound of pain, which is very similar to a certain person, when his temperament is difficult, he is more stubborn than a donkey.

Ning Chen pulled out the ink sword, and his body fell down violently, and then, a firewood knife was inserted into the frozen soil.

This time, Ning Chen miscalculated, the place where he was bent by the old eunuch before was twisted again, and in an instant, the firewood knife was bent into a strange arc, like a broken twist.

Then, one man, one horse failed to stop the fall and continued to fall.

"It's really cheap and not good"

Ning Chen threw away the firewood knife, complaining about the academy in his mouth, and then the ink sword relayed up again.

In this way, I don't know how long it took to toss, one person and one horse finally fell to the bottom of the crack, Ning Chen was covered with mud, and the horse hair on the little white horse was also strangled by the reins.

The dehaired phoenix is not as good as a chicken, the dehaired white horse is not as good as a donkey, and the little white horse that was handsome and chic just now looks like it has just been boiled and plucked.

"What do you think we're doing?"

In the dark black cracks, Ning Chen and the little white horse stared at each other, and said in an extremely unhappy mood.

"Whew"

The little white horse replied unconvinced, and turned to leave, but hit his head on the stone wall, and the horse's mouth was grinning in pain.

"The"

Ning Chen took out a fire fold from his body, and after blowing it, he followed the firelight, ignored the little white horse, and walked towards the only road in front of him.

The road is very long, very long, very long, endless, Ning Chen is a little annoyed and tired of walking, and his attitude towards the little white horse is even worse.

The little white horse did not dare to resist, and occasionally snorted to represent disbelief, but was suppressed by a more violent storm.

About half an hour later, when the fire fold was almost finished, Ning Chen finally saw a glimmer of light in front of him.

One person and one horse were excited, sped up, and came to the light, Ning Chen took the ink sword, and with one sword, he split the cave that was blocked by rock and soil.

With a bang, the rock and soil collapsed, and the sight instantly shocked the two pairs of big eyes.

In front of him, it is difficult to describe, nine bends and eighteen bends, just like the meridians in a person's body, there are corridors everywhere, and the blood-red soil is also very different from the previous rock and soil, it looks gloomy and even terrifying.

"We're not going to hell, are we?"

Ning Chen glanced at the dark red world in front of him, turned his head, and asked with difficulty.

"Whew"

The little white horse replied, not understanding, but it could be seen from the expression on the horse's face that the horse was also shocked now.

"Keep walking"

As soon as Ning Chen gritted his teeth, he was still afraid of a fart, people died and birds were facing the sky, and they would not die for thousands of years.

There are a lot of roads ahead, Ning Chen doesn't care about anything, he directly chooses the biggest, the widest, and the brightest, anyway, he doesn't know what is ahead, and it makes no difference to him which road he chooses.

The little white horse didn't have any opinions, and whichever way Ning Chen went, it followed.

Two moments later, a man and a horse returned.

So there is a dead end ahead, nothing to ......

"Which one to choose, you say"

Ning Chen looked at the remaining roads and gritted his teeth.

The little white horse hesitated, wandered in front of each road for a while, and finally chose the smallest, narrowest, and blackest road.

"Are you sure?"

Ning Chen asked reluctantly.

"Whew"

The little white horse responded.

"Listen to you once"

Ning Chen's heart was horizontal, and he turned his wheelchair and walked towards the small corridor in front of him.

A quarter of an hour later, a man and a horse came back again......

Ning Chen's face darkened, and he wanted to roast the little white horse on the spot.

There were still seven roads left, Ning Chen didn't know how to choose, he glanced at the ink sword in his hand, stood on the ground, and then the ink sword fell.

"That's it"

Ning Chen pointed in the direction where the hilt of the ink sword was pointing, and decided without hesitation.

On the side, the little white horse snorted softly, expressing dissatisfaction with Ning Chen's extremely casual attitude.

"If you have the ability, don't follow"

Ning Chen glanced sideways at the little white horse, and said with contempt.

The little white horse stopped saying a word, and honestly followed.

Facts proved that Ning Chen's casual choice was correct, and after walking for about half an hour, the scene in front of him changed again.

A river, a very wide river, dark yellow water, bubbling with a little bubbles, and even a faint fishy smell coming out.

Ning Chen's eyes narrowed slightly, and he remembered a legend in his previous life, in which a river was mentioned was very similar to this.

It is rumored that in the underworld, there is a river that crosses the underworld, and it is called Weak Water.

Three thousand weak water, non-death difficulty.

"We're in trouble"

Ning Chen casually pulled off a hair and threw it into the water, only to see that the hair was floating and slowly sinking into the water, without a trace of waves.

Seeing this scene, the little white horse was obviously startled, and the horse's hooves unconsciously took two steps back, far away from the weak water.

Ning Chen scoffed at this, he believed that this river would definitely be crossed, but he hadn't thought of a way yet.

It is rumored that there is a bottomless wooden boat in the weak water, and it is the only thing that can cross the weak water, but I don't know if this rumor is true or not.

Many legends in the previous life have become a reality in this world, bull heads and horses, black and white impermanence, and even weak water such things have appeared, Ning Chen believes that even if there is a bottomless boat, it is not unusual.

Ning Chen turned his wheelchair to walk on the riverside, and suddenly, his body paused, and he saw the legendary thing again.

Huangquan flower.

Legend has it that the strange flower that grows at the bottom of the weak water, after taking it, can live forever, but after taking this flower, the body will gradually decay and turn into an immortal state, so the Huangquan flower is also a poisonous flower.

Ning Chen watched it for a long time, but he didn't dare to pick it, in this weak water, no one can guarantee his life, he is not afraid of death, but he doesn't want to find death.

"Whew"

At this moment, the little white horse walked up to Ning Chen, snorted in his mouth, and then bit the latter's clothes and made him look at the pile of garbage about ten zhang away from the river bank not far ahead.

Ning Chen's eyes narrowed, changed the direction of the wheelchair, and walked towards the garbage heap.

Call it a garbage heap, because there are bones, broken wood, rotting clothes, etc., and in the midst of it, there is a tattered ship.

What's more, the ship is bottomless.

Ning Chen was silent and dragged the boat out, and then dragged the boat into the weak water little by little.

The next moment, Ning Chen was even more silent.

The boat floated!

This was beyond his comprehension, and as a person from an atheistic world, it was hard for him to believe the facts in front of him.

Ning Chen silently took a few pieces of broken wood from the garbage heap, set up a few places to settle on the broken boat, and then led the little white horse up together.

Since I don't know why, I keep walking and see what else is behind this weak water.

Ning Chen used a broken log as an oar, and slowly rowed towards the other side of the river, the little white horse stood on the bed, his body trembling, looking extremely frightened.

Ning Chen frowned and scolded, "What's so scary, it's not for you to jump."

The little white horse whimpered in a low voice, feeling better, his body was no longer shaking, but his hooves were still trembling, obviously still afraid.

Ning Chen ignored it anymore, and while rowing the boat, he quietly watched for any danger on the other side.

At this time, some cow ghosts ~ snake gods, ghosts and ghosts should almost come out.

He didn't believe that there would be no danger in such a strange place.

The little white horse can't count on it, and it can behave well if it doesn't scare itself into jumping.

It turned out that Ning Chen thought too much, there were no cow ghosts ~ snake gods, no ghosts and ghosts, and not even a skeleton appeared.

However, the weak water was much wider than he had imagined, and he was delayed for a quarter of an hour on the wrecked ship before slowly drifting to the other side.

The broken boat may still be useful, and Ning Chen will also tow the broken boat ashore after going ashore to prevent it from being washed away by weak water.

The little white horse stood on the shore, his body no longer trembling, and a pair of horses~ staring straight ahead.

Ning Chen also sensed that the atmosphere in front of him was not right, as if something was staring at them again.

"Go"

Ning Chen sank his mind and immediately walked forward.

Whether it is the underworld or not, they have already come here, and they have to go in to see if they are dead or alive.

The little white horse also went up, and the horse's hooves were noticeably heavier.

Half a quarter of an hour later, Ning Chen's hand turning his wheelchair stopped, looking at the door in front of him, and the four big characters engraved on the door, a pair of eyes narrowed even tighter.

"Netherworld"

The four big characters of the dragon flying and the phoenix dance are not difficult to recognize, the font is penetrating, very powerful, and even has an indescribable magic, which makes it difficult to move away at a glance.

Ning Chen felt speechless in his heart, if it were anyone, he would probably feel the same way, if this was not a prank of the Eternal Night God Sect, it would really be shocking.

If the underworld exists, then what about the king of Hades and the king of Jizo.

If the underworld is true, then where is the king of Hades!

Ning Chen slowly pushed open the door in front of him, he wanted to see what the world behind this Netherworld Mansion was!