Chapter 175

The world that King Asakura is facing.

Ao Ling didn't even react to what the Onmyoji in front of him meant for a while.

The darkness blocked by the barrier not far away was extremely deep, but even with an extremely strong barrier, it still couldn't completely stop those pervasive filth.

These black filthy gases leaked into hell under the barrier of the barrier, like ink dripping into water, slowly escaping.

The whole hell is stained with these filthy gases, and it is only when the biting cold wind blows from the side of the iceberg hell that you can briefly see everything in hell from afar—although it is better not to see those images.

Anyone who sees the yellow and shriveled land is not much better than barrenness, rivers of blood flowing and twisted souls.

Ao Ling retracted his gaze and looked at King Macang Ye blankly for a while before he suddenly reacted.

The world that King Asakura Ha is facing is a world surrounded by evil thoughts and filthy voices day and night.

Ao Ling could clearly see the aura embodied by those evil thoughts.

He also knew that the King of Macang Leaves, who possessed spiritual vision, seemed to have an extraordinary attraction to those evil thoughts—they were like these filthy qi in the Yellow Spring, rushing to King Macang Leaves.

Ao Ling was a little stunned, and he looked at the darkness behind the barrier, which was condensed by evil thoughts and filth.

"Even if you don't say it, I want to go in and accompany you." Ao Ling replied to King Macang Ye's proposal in this way.

Obviously, he wished he could accompany King Macang Ye into the darkness after the Yellow Spring.

Ao Ling always thought that his ability to devour could protect King Macang Ye.

After receiving such an answer, the Onmyoji smiled and moved his body, which was still a little stiff, and did not say more about this matter, but talked to Ao Ling about some daily trivial things in a gentle tone.

Abe Qingming closed his eyes in the broken jade, listening to the conversation of one person and one demon outside with a smile, only to feel that the atmosphere was so warm that it was not like being in the yellow spring of sorrow everywhere.

……

King Asakuraha's soul strength is very high, which means that he will recover faster in Hell than ordinary revenants.

It is impossible to distinguish night from day in the yellow spring, and in hell, the passage of time is even more insensitive to perception.

At least when King Macang Ye recovered, Ao Ling was already in a daze and didn't know how much time had passed.

He asked the King of Asakura, who seemed to be more experienced.

Onmyoji first thought seriously for a while, and then shrugged his shoulders innocently.

"If I knew, I wouldn't be so surprised that it's only been a decade."

Ao Ling: "......"

Then what are you doing with a serious and thoughtful face?

The black-haired youkai snorted lightly, picked up the broken jade that had been quietly on the side for a long time, and stuffed it into the beast's teeth.

King Macang Ye reached out and took Ao Ling's hand and led him all the way to the front of the barrier.

- It's so foul that it's like being in the middle of it in a gray fog.

For the fragile souls, this level of filth is enough for them to be polluted and fall into madness.

But Ao Ling and King Macang Ye walked in it, but it was like an ordinary walk.

Ao Ling grabbed all the filth that pounced on the King of Macang Ye and devoured it cleanly.

And the soul of the Onmyoji who was protected by Ao Ling still didn't reach his ears at all, except for the curious heart sounds that the monsters around him occasionally sounded.

King Macang Ye squinted, enjoying the peace comfortably.

They finally stopped in front of the ramparts.

Onmyoji turned his head to look at the youkai on the side, and reached out and lightly touched the invisible barrier in front of him—and with his touch, the darkness behind the transparent barrier gently rippled.

It seems to be extremely quiet, and you don't notice the squalor or danger in it.

In fact, in Ao Ling's opinion, these ink-like darkness are indeed quiet and harmless.

This is also the reason why he has always insisted that he is more suitable to step into the depths of the Yellow Spring than the King of Macang Leaves, and find what the Yellow Spring Goddess wants.

When King Macang heard Ao Ling's heart, he glanced at him with a smile.

"Ready?" Onmyoji asked in a low voice.

Ao Ling looked at him inexplicably, then nodded, "Get ready." ”

King Macang Ye took a deep breath, the spiritual power in his hand condensed, and a brilliant blue symbol emerged from the palm of his palm that was in contact with the enchantment, gradually expanding to cover a height of about two meters in front of them.

The barrier in front of him cracked a crack in the middle, and countless darkness scrambled out, drowning the two figures standing in front of the crack like a pouring torrent.

The crack was fleeting, and in the blink of an eye, the two shadows, one black and one white, disappeared together.

Ao Ling was in a dark place, and he only felt as if he had fallen from the spring enchantment into the cold winter in an instant.

- It was too easy to just say that it was winter, so cold that it would freeze him almost instantly.

Even the speed at which the blood in his body was rushing and churning was gradually slowed down by the cold temperature.

Ao Ling could clearly feel his heartbeat slowly becoming hard.

He took a deep breath, and the demonic qi that he had withdrawn because of the sudden coldness covered the onmyoji beside him again, and stubbornly protected it firmly.

The Onmyoji on the side sighed, shook his head at him, and gently pushed away the demonic power around him with his spiritual power.

Ao Ling frowned disapprovingly.

But in the next second, he knew why King Macang Ye did this.

Countless gloomy emotions mixed with curses and sharp howls rushed into Ao Ling's mind in a daze.

It's like stuffing 10,000 screaming people in their heads, and they're smashing and cursing like crazy in their heads.

The cacophony of voices is so harsh that it goes straight to the spirit, easily tearing apart the peaceful state of mind, and this terrible sound alone can destroy a person's emotions and spirit.

Splitting headaches.

A layer of aura enchantment appeared on the body of King Macang Ye, blocking the demonic power of Ao Ling who was attacking everywhere because of his uncontrollable emotions, and carefully stretched out his hand and patted his head gently.

The voice in my head gradually became quieter.

Ao Ling looked at the onmyoji in front of him who was caressing his back one by one and calming his torn emotions with a trance.

After a while, he looked away from the face of the King of Macang Leaves and looked at the deep darkness around him.

He spoke, his voice dry, "This is ...... The world you are facing? ”

There are vicious curses and fierce emotions all the time, as if the ugliness of the whole world is in the ears.

It's noisy, cold, ugly, and disgusting.

"I can keep my heart in this environment, Ling." King Macang Ye's tone was calm, and he lost the shield of Ao Ling's demonic aura, and countless terrifying and hideous auras surged towards him, but the onmyoji still had the same complexion.

"That's why, Izanami chose me instead of you."

Ao Ling opened his mouth and looked at the Onmyoji in front of him with a sneer.

He was in the dark.

You can't see the sky above, and you can't see the earth below.