CHAPTER XXIII

Song Nian remembered that this exit was in the extreme east.

But in this illusion, the so-called east, west, north and south are all illusions, and naturally it is impossible to distinguish, and the only clue that knows that the exit is in the underworld seems to be of little use now.

However, Song Nian remembered one thing when he was helpless. This underworld is closely related to the king of the underworld, if you can't rely on these illusions to discern it, then if you can perceive the location of the underworld, it has the greatest advantage.

It's good now, he Song Nian has a way to get out in his hand, but Enma has a route back.

It's just that those who own the route don't know it.

Song Nian, I don't want to waste time here, the stupid boy in the depths of Taozhi Mountain doesn't know how long he can last, he can't afford it.

Naturally, Hades can't afford it.

This Taozhi Mountain Illusion Realm will not take the life of the underworld, but the five ghost emperors of the underworld, the king of the ten halls of Hades, if they see that the Yama has not returned for a long time, I am afraid that the position of this Hades monarch is also in jeopardy.

In this way, there is still a basis for cooperation between him and this Hades King.

Now, Song Nian only hoped that the Immortal Monarch who had fallen into the mouth of the illusion had not yet set foot in this illusion, so that it would be convenient for him to find it.

If you want to say whether this Enma has entered the illusion realm, it is naturally in.

There were traces of the blue waves, so he walked down this Tan Zi blue waves, and when he lifted the flight, he found that there was no demonic power. He probed around as he walked.

Whether there were any other people or ghosts in this trap, the Enma did not know, but at least he was sure that he was with the intruder.

Just because he noticed that there was a slight fluctuation of power in the illusion. As for whether it is because the power is small and not perceived, or simply because of the distance, the power fluctuates subtly.

As long as you find the invading underworld, you will be able to solve it.

This pool of blue waves is really not small. When he walked through the bamboo forest, he arrived at the end of the pond, where the green bamboo was covered and lush, and a thatched house appeared in front of him.

And that small fluctuation of power came from this house. This house doesn't need to be carefully explored by the Enma, just because the gate of this thatched hut is wide open, waiting for the king to come.

In this thatched house, all the arrangements can be seen at a glance, a bamboo bed, four bamboo chairs and a table, there is a pot of tea on the table, in addition, there is not even a quilt more, if there is any hiding place, I am afraid that it is quite difficult.

After all, without the blessing of the demonic power of the body.

He walked in with his legs raised, and looked around, the house seemed to have been carefully built by the wild hunters, and if it weren't for the bamboo threshold in his hand, which was too dry and not as verdant as the color, he would have had some effort to make mistakes.

Sit down in this chair and hold his breath, if he still has that demonic power, he can set up an enchantment here, and any movement within this radius can be clear.

And now he can only rely on his intuition as a half-demon.

In this house, there is an enchantment, just because there is nothing between the snorts, and the power fluctuations are thick and faint.

Suddenly opened his eyes, there was no change in this line of sight, only in the tea cup, there was the tea stalk up and down.

Unexpectedly, he was in the cup.

You have to ask Song Nian, as the Enma guessed, in the tea?

Nature is for sure.

Song Nian turned his head back to look for the Enma, and before he had traveled for an hour, he found that there was no way forward. Now he has also found that this first trapped formation is afraid that he is Song Nian.

Looking up at the sky above this side, I felt that the sky was a little lighter than the blue of the human world, and it was more appropriate to say that this should not be judged as blue.

This is the color of tea soup. And in the tea-colored sky, the growing flowers are naturally not the flow of dark clouds.

If it was three thousand mustard seeds, Song Nian felt that he was probably in that tea now, and it was agnostic as to where it was.

But right now, he has a headache.

It's just that he doesn't know water, or in other words, he has water, so there are a lot of water-avoiding magic weapons collected in this small shop, but this time he didn't bring any of them with him.

Now I just hope that this is getting bigger and bigger, and it is the tea leaves floating in that cup that are sinking more and more, and if he is in this place, he is killed by that cup of tea, it can really make others laugh for a long time.

It's just that whether this thing can spread to the outside world is up in suspense.

Although he doesn't like to be in the limelight, he doesn't want to die here in vain.

Seeing that the tea-colored sky overturned, the momentum of Mount Tai is naturally the tea stalk, but the small tea stalk, now compared to the hill is not too much, if it is pressed down, the soup chicken is only a trivial matter.

From the sleeve, he took out the fan of Yushan that he had just used when he fought against the Enma, this mountain can set off the momentum of the mountain, twist the momentum, swing it hard, and fan out the oncoming sky and the tea stalk together.

In an instant, the earth shook. This tea soup color sky is stirred, although the leaf stalk made him Song Nian push it out, but this tea cup has limited space after all, and his Yushan fan is not fake, but the power has been weakened a lot. Although the catastrophe of Mount Tai was dodged, I don't know if the blow just now was a blessing or a curse.

There was not a single bit of damage in that cup, and Song Nian's thought of breaking the enchantment could only be stopped. To make matters worse, he stirred up a puddle of tea in that cup. The homeopathic tea soup with the tea stalk actually rotated on the top of Song Nian's head, and this turn intensified, wrapping Song Nian at the bottom of the cup by the way.

Song Nian didn't know water, and subconsciously struggled in this tea soup, so he poured a lot of water into his mouth. But after calming down a little, he increased the strength of the magic weapon in his hand, if he could stir up a three-foot wave in this cup of tea, he could not hope that the tea cup would break by itself, but only hope that he would be taken out of the cup by the momentum of this wave, so that he could also escape Song Nian.

After subconsciously pouring a few mouthfuls of water, Song Nian has been holding his breath, the magic weapon under his hand gradually becomes longer and longer with that time, his strength is getting weaker and weaker, and the breath in his chest has long been gone, he Song Nian has been a living soul that does not need to breathe for hundreds of years, and now that he has cultivated this body, he is almost suffocated to death in this cup!

Fortunately, when he was confused, he seemed to see a sky different from the tea soup, and he thought that he was almost at the mouth of the cup. Under his hands, he endured the sharp pain in his chest, and stepped up his attack again. Hopefully, with this final blow, I can escape.

Soon, soon, the emerald green of the cup is already in front of you.

Soon, the color of the tea soup was slowly pushing him, throwing him out of the cup and throwing him into the air.

The sudden transformation of the space, and the fresh breath inhaled into the lungs, all carry a bit of the surprise of escaping from death.

Song Nian was successfully thrown out of the cup enchantment.

The impact on the wall, although it also carried a dull pain, was more than ten thousand times stronger than the heaven and earth in the cup.

"Sure enough, water doesn't suit me at all."

The water on this body is drenched, although it is the tea soup, with a bit of grass and wood, but it is pasted on the body, and it is not comfortable in any case. And the water that kept dripping from the sleeves was quite embarrassing.

"Don't move."

Well, this one is nothing of all the embarrassment.

Song Nian thought that this illusion had made his wish come true, so he could not let the Enma take away the sharp blade against his neck.

Enma watched the intruder of the underworld in the tea soup, almost struggling to save himself, and when he broke out of the enchantment in the cup, he took it down.

Song Nian didn't doubt that this Enma was at this table, watching him struggle in that cup. If you had experienced this mess by yourself, you would have forgotten about it early. If you are seen by the second one, it is better to see each other less in the future.

"I know the way out."

In this way, if you send this big Buddha out early, you can feel less uncomfortable if you don't see him Song Nian.

Enma scrutinized the trespasser. This face must be fake, I don't know where I found it, although it is a pity that the soul locking array did not work on this person, but now after soaking in water, the skin from the sideburns is slightly curled.

This man is afraid that there are ghosts in the underworld who will recognize his face.

"Ghosts in the underworld."

“……”

Naturally, the sentence in front of you is not that people in the underworld cannot be trusted.

Song Nian felt helpless in his heart, now that he was in his hands, he naturally couldn't escape from the palm of his hand at the moment, although he didn't fight in this place, but Song Nian, who had just been exhausted, was naturally not a calm and relaxed opponent of the Enma.

Silly boy, in order to save you today, I put myself in it.

This Enma Emperor wants to be strict, if it is found that it is under his jurisdiction, then the blade of his sanction is afraid that it is more logical, and under his neck is the sharp blade.

"The living ghost of the underworld."

In this underworld, there are two kinds of living souls: dead ghosts and living ghosts.

Dead ghosts refer to those who have left their bodies in the human world, whose life span has ended, and who have died at the end of their lives, who have entered the underworld, and are called dead ghosts, and in the underworld, the ghosts who work with the underworld, the ten halls of the underworld, and the ghost emperors of the five directions are not within this range, they belong to the underworld.

And the living ghost refers to the person who enters the underworld in the flesh, or the person who dies in vain in the human world, before entering the city of death, he is called a living ghost.

And when Yan Mo said this, coupled with the fact that blood was oozing from Song Nian's tiger's mouth, Yan Demon saw it, and it was bound to regard Song Nian as the person who broke into the underworld.

And if a living person enters the underworld, it is also to disturb the order of the Three Realms.

That end is not much better than being eaten by lonely souls and wild ghosts.

Now, no matter how much words you say, it's useless to argue with the Enma. The Immortal Monarch is determined and strictly enforces the law, if he thinks of begging him for mercy when he is exposed at this time, it will not be useful at all.

But it won't be easy for the Enma to destroy him right now.

"Say, why did you come?"

Breaking it in the underworld, Taozhi Mountain, knows everything about Taozhi Mountain's illusion, and he is a person in the underworld, although the Hades can sense the fluctuations of the power of all kinds of demons in the underworld, but not all the corners of the underworld, he can master the Hades Monarch.

And this person, who has developed this, cannot be said to be unworthy of his attention.

Song Nian was stared directly by the Enma Demon, and the clouds in those silver-gray eyes were like an invisible abyss, swallowing people step by step.

"The Immortal Monarch can't control this alien demonic power, right? Why don't you make a deal with the Immortal Monarch below? ”

The sharp blade that pointed straight at the neck was replaced by a pair of big hands, and the suffocation became more and more intense as the fingers tightened one by one, and Song Nian's face had already turned from pale to bruised.

"Who are you?"