The chaos and confusion along the way revealed a trace of scarlet light in the clouds and fog.

In front of me, there are mountains and forests, and there is a dead silence.

It seems that the forbidden area of death, the Rakshasa Ghost Prison, is full of endless ghosts and ghosts.

In the depths of the gray sky, there is an impenetrable expanse.

Click.

Suddenly, there was a sound of chains shaking, which seemed quite harsh in this dead silence.

In the blur, I saw a group of figures walking out, and the group of people walked stiffly and their eyes were empty.

If you look at their faces, you will find that they are blurry and foggy, and you can't see their faces clearly.

They were cold and lifeless, as if they were the living dead.

On their shoulders, they were carrying a large sedan chair at this time, and the body of the sedan chair was extremely white, especially in this dark night.

On the proud body, there are mysterious and complex red lines, as if outlined by blood, which looks extremely weird.

Hiss...

A gust of wind blew and gently lifted the curtain on the sedan car.

Through the white curtain, a slightly thin figure with a cloak can be seen.

He was wrapped in pitch-black shackles, unable to move, surrounded by lifeless air, as if he had no feet, suspended in mid-air.

His expression was slightly embarrassed, his face was pale and bloodless, and his dark eyes were dull and gloomy.

If there is a source master of the Southern Regions here, he will definitely be able to recognize that this person is the purple jade envoy of Qiandao Lake who is now famous in the Southern Regions.

Luo Feng!

The hundred ghosts carried the sedan chair and gradually moved away.

......

Cold.

It's cold.

The cold air that came to his face made Deluo Feng shiver.

He lowered his head, but saw that his ghost was imprisoned in endless shackles.

The palm of his hand was slightly forced, trying to break free, but it was extremely strange to hold the chain.

You can see it, but you can't touch it.

The wind came out and lifted the white curtain, Luo Feng looked over, but saw Bai Jiao, who was carrying him at this time, was walking on a road covered with flowers.

The flower, red and almost dripping blood, was bewitching and mysterious.

He was slightly stunned, because these demonic flowers were all flowers on the other side!

Flowers bloom on the other side, and people go to life.

He is not alone on this road.

Around, there are many other people.

There are old and young.

There are men and women.

There are ordinary people, there are also princes, and generals.

The princes and princes will have the past, and the sins and karma will be up and down.

The different clothes they wear are the only sign that distinguishes them from each other.

However, no matter what their status, they are all walking fluttering at this time.

Obviously, I couldn't see their feet, but the sound of the soles of their shoes rubbing against the ground sounded, which was extremely weird.

"Hades, a hundred ghosts avoid. ”

At this moment, a slightly hoarse, rather piercing, like a claw rubbing against the earth, sounded.

This voice was like a holy decree.

Suddenly, the pedestrians retreated to both sides, and they all stopped, and their eyes were cast in unison.

With doubts.

can make a hundred ghosts proud, what kind of identity does this white arrogant person have?

In the midst of the white arrogance, Luo Feng looked numbly, and when he saw the numb pedestrians on the flower road.

Vaguely, he also realized where he had come.

"This time, I'm really dead. ”

Luo Feng smiled bitterly, his eyes dazed.

In my heart, the five flavors are mixed, and it is very unpleasant.

Some are lost, some are ignorant, and some are unspeakably helpless and worried.

He's dead.

This time, he was really dead.

In the past, he was attacked by the Pure Yang Sword Immortal, although he fell, he did not die, but lived again and became the crown prince of the Tianxuan Dynasty.

This time, however, he died completely.

If he died in a previous life, he would be filled with endless resentment towards the Pure Yang Sword Immortal.

So in this life, dying at the hands of King Wu made him a little dazed, a little helpless, and a little unsure of what kind of emotions he should reveal.

All the words in the world to describe his state of mind at this time seem so pale and powerless.

The lonely soul was helpless in Huangquan Road, and the food was cold and the light was under the lamp.

fluttering mountains and seas, helpless to return to the gate of hell.

If you don't come in a breath, you will be separated forever, and it will be in vain to call the sky and grab the earth.

"That's it. ”

Luo Feng shook his head with a wry smile, separated by yin and yang, entangled in those doubts, obviously there was no point in it.

"It's just that I'll never see those old people again. ”

Luo Feng's gaze was slightly sluggish, and in his mind, countless familiar figures gradually emerged.

Qin Yi, Wan'er, Ruoxi, Mengli...

Scenes of the past came to my heart, and all kinds of thoughts came flooding back.

Before I knew it, I was in tears.

In the past, he was a young man, and he didn't know how to live and be lonely.

The wind and rain are like obscurity, and I don't feel sad.

Now life and death are vast, and it makes people break their intestines.

......

Underworld, Xudu.

There are thousands of miles of mountains here, and the temples in the mountains are grouped and endless.

The mountains are more convex and concave, and the momentum is more rugged.

It is as steep as Shuling, as high as Luyan.

It is not a famous mountain in the yang world, and it is a dangerous place in the real yin division.

The thorn bushes hide ghosts, and the stone cliffs hide evil spirits.

I don't hear the noise of beasts and birds in my ears, but I only see ghosts and demons in front of me.

The wind was blowing, and the black fog was long.

The wind is blowing, and it is the smoke coming from the whistle of the divine soldiers, and the black fog is thick, and it is the sneaky spewing out of air.

There is no scenery at one look, and there is rampant left and right when you look at each other.

There are mountains, peaks, ridges, caves, and streams.

It's just that the mountains don't grow grass, the peaks don't plug into the sky, the mountains don't have guests, the holes don't accept clouds, and the streams don't flow water.

There are spirits in front of the shore, gods and demons under the ridge, wild ghosts are collected in the cave, and evil spirits are hidden at the bottom of the stream.

Countless imposing ghosts flew across the mountains and palaces of Xudu.

Boom Boom!

At this moment, in the dark sky, there was a bright white light, which suddenly lit up.

The space is shattered, and the heavens and the earth change color.

A glowing light and shadow slowly descended from it.

I saw that the person who came was wearing a cicada shirt, with a belt around his waist, a thin gold decoration on his forehead, a bright moon in his ears, a wind flowing between his sleeves, and a snow at the bottom of the fan.

The red lotus dotted between the eyebrows has sharp lines.

The body exudes a glowing jade light, although it is not dazzling, it makes a hundred ghosts unapproachable.

A pair of phoenix eyes, looking at the frightened beings without emotion, her red lips opened slightly, and she slowly spoke.

"Emperor of the Northern Yin Dynasty, you dare to imprison my apprentice, why don't you dare to come out to see me?!"

A cold rebuke resounded throughout the capital.

For a time, a hundred ghosts were afraid and drunk.

However, in the silent world, no one echoed her.

In the void, Meng Lifeng looked at it indifferently, and her voice resounded without the slightest emotion.

"If you don't see it, then there is no need for this drunken capital to exist. ”

That voice, containing destruction, fell mercilessly.

Boom Boom!

In the middle of heaven and earth, thunder suddenly gathered, violent thunder resounded, and there seemed to be a thunder waterfall descending in the free sky.

In the midst of it, there was a faint thing wrapped in thunder light, which slowly landed.

The thunder faded, and a giant pillar slowly emerged.

On the giant pillar, dense and complex lines are depicted.

If you look closely, it looks like some ancient words.

There is an extremely strong power in the words.

I'm afraid that even if even a Profound Realm Source Master glances at that pillar, he will vomit blood and die.

Thundered...

The Heavenly Pillar slowly fell downward, and as it sank, the space around it began to collapse rapidly.

The endless warriors of the underworld below, at this time, a deep look of fear appeared in their eyes.

Their hearts trembled wildly, I am afraid that when this giant pillar of heaven descends on Xudu, then this space will probably collapse completely.

At that time, within a million miles of Xudu, all living beings will be gone!

Endless thunder and lightning struck, as if divine punishment had descended, filling the entire capital.

The hearts of the ghosts trembled, could it be that the Northern Yin Capital, which is in charge of the underworld, is about to die?

However, just as the giant pillar carrying the destruction was about to descend on the capital, a giant hand that covered the sky was enough to envelop the entire capital, tearing out of that space and grabbing the giant pillar that was like the fall of the sun.

"Hey, although you are a Nine Heavens Xuannu, it doesn't seem like a good thing to destroy my capital as soon as you make a move?"

A faint laugh with a slight languid voice resounded from the endless darkness.

Then, endless black fog rolled in, covering the sky and the sun, enveloping the entire heaven and earth.

In the endless black mist, a black figure was faintly visible, slowly walking out.

With every step, the world under your feet collapsed and opened.

After a short while, it was quickly repaired and restored to its original appearance.

The hundreds of millions of underworld warriors below were all cheering at this time, and then, they knelt down one after another, bowing to the figure that was about to appear.

In the welcoming gaze of countless ghosts, that figure slowly appeared.

It was a man, with red hair and a black dragon robe, who was clearly in a high position for a long time.

This person is the true master of the underworld, the Emperor of the Northern Yin Dynasty!