With the sound of drums and horns all the way up the heavenly steps, Jiang Yao hesitated again and again, always feeling that good things were coming too peacefully.

And it is clear that he is the chosen one, but compared to Yang Jinghui, who was tall but full of ambition in front of him, he became a supporting role.

In the secret thought, the sound of drums, horns, and the shouts of strong men reached unprecedented heights, as if a grand and magnificent mountain sacrifice ceremony was being rejoiced on the top of the mountain.

In this environment, Jiang Yao, who is curious and competitive, finally caught up with Yang Jinghui's pace, and the two of them stepped up the last more wide porcelain bluestone slab steps.

On the top of the steps, there is a white marble slab that can almost accommodate a hundred and ten people, and the tall Yang Jinghui first climbed up the edge of the slate, and then reached out to pull Jiang Yao on the bluestone slab.

The stone slab is wide and thick, and its surface depicts this exquisite ancient script. When Yang Jinghui leaned over to observe, although he didn't have a clue, he also sighed at the preciousness of this white marble slab, and even the two of them felt that stepping on it was a kind of tyrannical thing.

At this time, on this wide stone slab, which is also on the top of the mountain, although there is still a rushing and enthusiastic sound, it is still unable to find its source.

The area around the top of the mountain was empty and boring, and when I looked up, I saw that the pure white sky was missing the bright sun.

"Brother Yang, this place is really weird." Jiang Yao was worried again.

"The mountain of Buzhou, the sky is pure white, but there is no scorching sun, and the touch of the water god is the cause." Yang Jinghui quoted scriptures again, but Jiang Yao couldn't hear the source of these words.

"Jiang Yao, be wronged and take some blood."

"A little?" Jiang Yao asked hesitantly.

"Yes."

Jiang Yao bit his index finger and dripped out a drop of bright red young man's pure masculine blood.

Yang Jinghui saw it in his eyes, and before the blood could hit the ground, he threw out a yellow talisman and caught the drop of blood with a sharp technique.

Jiang Yao stopped talking, put his index finger in his mouth, and watched Yang Jinghui shake the yellow talisman in his hand again, and a talisman fire ignited.

The flame of the talisman burned bigger and bigger, and gradually formed a wall of fire in front of Yang Jinghui's body, which was slightly higher than that of ordinary people. The fire has not abated, and Yang Jinghui, who is facing the wall of fire, does not feel any burning sensation. Instead, he looked at the wall of fire in front of him and smiled happily, revealing two deep dimples.

"Brother Yang." Jiang Yao didn't know what to do. At this moment, Yang Jinghui is standing in the center of the white marble slab, and the wall of fire is in the center.

The wall of fire was completely formed, Yang Jinghui smiled and took a few steps back, standing respectfully in front of the wall of fire, as if welcoming the arrival of the messenger.

It's just that after the wall of fire was formed, the bright fireworks gradually became deeper, and the fire became less arrogant and more feminine and easy-going.

The fire is inexhaustible, and the sound, which has completely become a soundtrack and is no longer traced back to the origin of the two, is now gradually ushering in a greater climax with the change of the rune fire.

The drum skin is not afraid of being hammered, the horn is not afraid of blowing, and the voice of the shouting is not afraid of losing its voice.

The gratuitous galloping sound is always as fierce and exciting as ever, but Jiang Yao, who doesn't know it, has hair in his heart and frost on his back.

At this moment, Yang Jinghui, who was full of calmness, expectation, and joy, abruptly stopped all his satisfaction in front of this dark wall of fire.

I saw that this wall of fire was constantly stretching outward and upward, expanding to a degree of four or five meters long and six or seven meters wide before it stopped. And immediately after, a regular crack appeared in the middle of the wall of fire, and the crack slowly opened. The wall of fire became a door of fire.

In the middle of the fire gate, two messengers about three meters tall with dark purple-brown skin slowly walked out, dressed in clothes similar to those of the ancient yamen messengers, and one person held a steel knife and a steel fork on one side.

Jiang Yao's fingers in his hand sucked endlessly, looking at the two sturdy behemoths in front of him, and he was so frightened that he didn't say a word. And Yang Jinghui also put away his confident and proud dimples, and stepped back dumbfounded.

It turned out that this messenger was the bull head and horse face that was injured by Yang Jinghui and Jiang Yao that night.

The two messengers went out of the gate of fire and stood on either side of the gate. The two people who are not far away are standing as steady as Mount Tai and as safe as Kunlun. The steel knife and fork in his hand tacitly poked at the white marble slab almost at the same time, making a dull sound of metal hitting the stone. And the complete white marble slab was not damaged in any way because of this. Jiang Yao, who was eating hands, couldn't help but sigh secretly.

In addition to sighing, the two of them almost muttered the same in their hearts: they had only repelled half a step away from the two messengers of the underworld when they were not paying attention. And now facing it directly, not to mention the odds of victory, it is the power of a battle, which can be regarded as a fantasy.

After all, there is a story about the legend of the underworld, and there is the legend of the messenger of this bull head and horse face. How could a mortal cultivator and a young man who was not strong be able to defeat him?

"I will be my lord for a long time." Before the two of them tacitly figured out a countermeasure, the two envoys of the bull head and horse face spoke at the same time and said respectfully. I don't care about the last careless miss.

"This ......" Yang Jinghui's face still showed a look of disappointment, he thought that the trip to the heavenly realm he had dreamed of had come to usher in the messenger of hell.

"Please." The two envoys said in unison again, but this time the words were still directed at Jiang Yao, who was sucking his fingers.

"Me?" Jiang Yao put down his fingers, stood officially, and asked at a loss.

"Last time, I was unintentionally offended, something came at me, let him go." Without waiting for Niu Tou Ma Mian to speak again, Yang Jinghui pretended to be calm and regained his face, and said to the giant in front of him.

"My lord has been waiting for a long time, please." Niu Tou Ma Mian still didn't pay attention to Yang Jinghui, and said to Jiang Yao again.

"Then I'll go with you." Jiang Yao clenched the stone stick with both hands, his joints were white, and he saw that there was no way back in front of him, and he was ruthless.

"Jiang Yao!" Yang Jinghui looked at the young man in front of him who was usually cowering with a complicated expression, but he was brave enough to do something when he encountered something, and shouted.

Jiang Yao just smiled, didn't speak again, and walked in front of Yang Jinghui.

"I'll be with you." Yang Jinghui took a step forward and walked towards the messenger.

"You're not qualified." Ma Mian spoke again, stretching out his finger to Yang Jinghui.

……

"Brother Yang is waiting for me at the bottom of the mountain, if I can't come back, help me tell my family that I died in a car accident." After Jiang Yao finished speaking, he walked into the fire gate.

The two messengers followed, and when the three of them had entered the door completely, the fire gate vanished into thin air, leaving behind scattered ashes of spells on the white stone slabs.

"Brother Ghost, where are you taking me?" said that it was to welcome, but the weak Jiang Yao was sandwiched between the two tall messengers, like a prisoner.

"The underworld, there are people waiting for it." Ma Mian replied in a muffled voice.

Jiang Yao tilted his head tightly, and barely saw the heads of the two beasts, expressionless. I couldn't help but shake my head, human life is limited, and I have to pay it back in the end. Last time, Yang Jinghui saved himself by fighting Yang Jinghui for ten years, but in the end he still entered the underworld. But to put it bluntly, isn't it that Yang Shou is over and people are dead?

"So, do you know my grandmother? is a Buddhist person, Shao Pinghua. When it was over, Jiang Yao was still thinking about his relatives, and even with the mentality of a blind cat meeting a dead mouse, he asked these two well-informed messengers.

"Shao Pinghua? She ...... "The bull head was very interested, and was about to speak, but was hammered down by the horse face on the side, and hit the bull head on the strong chest.

"You don't have a memory, so you can say whatever you ask." The horse face hated to teach the bull head.

In front of a child, the honest bull head felt that he was particularly embarrassed, poked the steel fork on the ground, and reached out to give Ma Mian a fist back.

"You still dare to fight back? You stupid cow, if it weren't for what people asked you back then, what did you say, and let people sell you, so that we were demoted, haven't we been able to reinstate the official until now? The shrewd horse stretched out his hand and kept pulling the cow's head.

Niu Tou knew that he was at a loss, so he stretched out his hand to stop Ma Mian and said, "Okay, Brother Ma will give him a face, in front of a child." ”

"Uh......" At this time, Ma Mian noticed that there was a mortal child next to his leg, and the fight between the two was really detrimental to the majesty of the underworld.

The two of them glanced at each other, picked up the steel knives and forks poked on the ground, and returned to their previous dignified and even sluggish expressions.

After all, these two brothers have worked together for thousands of years, and the depth of their relationship is indescribable, and even an ordinary pair of brothers in the mortal world are not as good as these two.

"That, my grandmother?" As soon as Jiang Yao heard that the two of them seemed to be very sensitive to the name Shao Pinghua, he knew that his trip to the sword mountain and the sea of fire was not in vain, so he still asked without giving up.

"Boy, if you want to leave alive, don't talk much." The horse's face did not lower his head, and he snorted arrogantly from the horse's mouth, blocking Jiang Yao to death.

There was no more nonsense, and the three of them walked forward in this endless darkness.