"Let me see how comfortable this Qinglong General's throne is!" Ying Lou finally walked in front of the black throne, and after staring down at the black throne, he suddenly said this in a deep voice, and then made a gesture to sit on the black throne.

"Dignified General, oh no, it's time to call you the new Hades King, how can you be interested in this mere Qinglong General's throne!" Before Ying Lou could sit down, the breeze in his body opened his mouth to say this.

"Oh, is it? General Qinglong, but some people want to sit in this position and think about it for thousands of years!" After hearing Qingfeng's words, Yinglou stopped and replied faintly.

"You're talking about the surname Lu! This is just a pretense in the world, and now he is not a Qinglong general who can be satisfied!" Qingfeng immediately responded.

"Hmph, this Lu Tingxuan's ambition is indeed not small!" Ying Lou said with a cold snort, and after saying this, he turned around and sat lightly on the black throne.

"Don't say it, it's really comfortable!" After sitting down, Ying Lou smiled slightly and praised.

"Awesome Qingfeng!" At this time, seeing that Qingfeng had already eliminated all the samurai and sat under the black throne, he hurriedly ran up, and the thin man gave a thumbs up to the winning building while running, and shouted such a sentence.

After hearing the thin man's words, Ying Lou raised his eyes to look at the thin man, and at this moment, he suddenly felt that his body was shaking, and after careful distinction, he found that it was the palace that was shaking.

"Hey, the ground, is there an earthquake!" The thin man and Fan Youwei, who had just run to the bottom of the steps, also felt the shaking of the palace, and the thin man said this in surprise, and then he was shaken to the ground by violent shaking, Fan Youwei tried hard to control himself, but in the end he was still shaken to the ground.

"Prepare to go to a new place!" When Fan Youwei fell, Yinglou suddenly stood up from the black throne and said this to Fan Youwei and the thin man.

"Go, where are you going?" the thin man lay on the ground, raised his head slightly, and grabbed the steps in front of him tightly with both hands, and asked suspiciously.

"You'll know in a moment!" Ying Lou replied in a deep voice, and as soon as he finished speaking, the palace began to crumble, first with bits and pieces, and then with a bang on the four golden pillars at the four corners of the palace.

The four golden pillars exploded in an instant, making a loud noise, making the thin man tremble in fright. Fan Youwei also hurriedly stretched out his hand and grabbed the steps in front of him. After the four pillars shattered, the top of the palace had no support, and in a few moments it began to sink slowly in this violent shaking.

"Dead, dead, really dead this time!" Seeing that the top of the palace was sinking, the thin man's heart was like ashes, and after saying this in a deep voice, he closed his eyes. At this time, it is probably best to sit back and wait.

Fan Youwei lay on the ground and looked up at Ying Lou, originally wanted to ask Ying Lou what to do now, but Ying Lou didn't look at Fan Youwei, just stood in front of the throne and looked up at the slowly sinking roof, with a hint of enjoyment on his face. Seeing Yinglou like this, Fan Youwei had no choice but to give up the idea of asking him for help.

"This time, I don't know where I'm going to run again!" Qingfeng whispered in his body.

Ying Lou smiled and replied, "It doesn't matter, it's funny anyway!"

As soon as Yinglou's words fell, the whole palace shook more and more, and then, the bottom of the palace began to crack, first from the position where Yinglou was standing, a huge hole was suddenly torn, and the steps were torn downward, until the entire palace was torn.

"Hey, help, help!" The palace suddenly tore, and the thin man felt the whole person fall down sharply, so he hurriedly shouted for help.

"Don't shout!" Just when the thin man thought he was about to fall to his death, Fan Youwei's voice suddenly came from his ears. So the thin man struggled to recover from his panic, opened his eyes, and found that he was falling, as if he had fallen into an abyss, and Fan Youwei was not far from him, falling west at the same speed. As for Yinglou, it is about two zhang away from the thin man and Fan Youwei. Seeing that he was lying flat, sometimes stretching his limbs, sometimes turning sideways towards Fan Youwei and the thin man, he looked leisurely.

"Are we dead?" Seeing the scene in front of him, the thin man immediately thought of the bottomless hell, so he said this in a dead heart.

"Not yet, but it's probably going to be soon!" Fan Youwei sighed and replied helplessly.

"Don't worry, you can't die!" Ying Lou in the distance immediately said this after hearing Fan Youwei and the thin man talking.

"Are you tired? Do you want to change me, can you rest for a while?" As soon as Ying Lou finished returning to Fan Youwei and the thin man, the breeze in his body opened his mouth to ask.

"Well, yes, I've had enough fun anyway, it's time to get some sleep!" Ying Lou responded after pondering for a while. Then he relaxed his body and put his hands on his head.

Qingfeng thought that Yinglou was on the rise, and was worried that he would not return his body to himself so easily, but after hearing Yinglou's answer, Qingfeng relieved his heart and successfully got his body back.

After Qingfeng and Yinglou were able to exchange bodies, the three of them suddenly stopped falling at a high speed, turned into a slow fall, and after a while, they fell back to the ground.

"I, are we really going to hell?" After suddenly finding that he suddenly fell to the ground again, as if he couldn't believe it, he slowly got up on the ground, looked around, and found that the surroundings were white, like a thick fog, and the visibility was less than a meter. Fan Youwei was sitting next to him, slowly getting up from the ground, Fan Youwei also looked around, his face full of doubts. And Yinglou, who was far away from them, had disappeared at this time, and should have fallen in the fog and was hidden.

"This is not hell, don't worry!" After Fan Youwei got up from the ground, he observed the surrounding environment, and suddenly remembered that he had heard Sanqing and them mention that there was a forest filled with fog in the White Tiger Circle, and he felt that this place should be the same as that forest, and this was another mystery of the Vermilion Bird Circle.

"Isn't it hell?, and where is this!" the thin man quickly asked.

"It's not hell anyway!For a while, if you hear something or see something, treat it as if you didn't hear it or see it!" Fan Youwei glanced at the thin man and replied in a deep voice, and then continued to look around.

"What, what do you mean! Why am I a little panicked when I hear it!" After listening to Fan Youwei's words, the thin man couldn't help but tremble, he turned his head to look at the fog around him, the more he looked, the more wrong it became, for fear that a bull's head and horse face would suddenly jump out of the fog and ask for his life, so he hurriedly came to Fan Youwei's side and hugged Fan Youwei.

"What are you doing! Let go!" Fan Youwei, who was held by the thin man, was taken aback, and immediately opened his mouth and scolded loudly.

"I don't, I'm afraid!" the thin man hugged Fan Youwei tightly and said in a coquettish tone.

"Get out of here!" Hearing the thin man's words, Fan Youwei suddenly felt sick to his stomach and rolled his eyes.

"I don't, I don't!" But the thin man still insisted that Qingshan would not relax, Fan Youwei struggled for a while and really couldn't break free, so he had to let the thin man hold it.

"What should we do now?" Seeing that Fan Youwei was no longer struggling, and he no longer let himself roll, the thin man hugged Fan Youwei tightly with peace of mind, and after a while, he asked softly.

"Stay here, don't go anywhere!" Fan Youwei replied in a deep voice.

(End of chapter)