Chapter 280: Thrown into the Temple of Hell
Beilan Laiye touched his hair, his expression was restrained, his eyes contained ridicule, and irritability and uneasiness were buried under his expression.
At this time, her mood seemed to be affected by the power of space.
Seeing that Mo Shanghua was coming towards this side, he touched the tip of his nose, his sleeves swinged, and he didn't make any unusual moves.
It's just a bit of an accident that I met such a little guy.
"I didn't expect anyone to really come to the Third Illusion. I thought it would be a dream. ”
"I don't know what you're talking about, by the way, you're from the Demon City, right?"
Beilan Laiye covered her shoulders and walked in front of this man step by step, she smelled the fragrance in the air, a little confused.
Since he is from the Demon City, he should know the person of the master.
Mo Shanghua's green eyes were instantly dyed with a little battle intent, scarlet like a killing signal, and his face was calm and calm, but it was not so impulsive.
He said leisurely, "It's been a long time since I've been back to the Demon City. I've spent half my life here, and I've long had a nostalgic for it. ”
With that, two wings appeared from behind him, a sign of a half-human, half-beast.
It flickered in the dark night like a beacon.
He stared straight ahead with a pair of beautiful eyes, and with a touch of the place where the little girl stood, all the flowers bloomed and bloomed.
It is as if it is a beautiful scenery that belongs to life, and it can be seen in full view.
"Human, if you want to pass through this third illusion, there has been a rule for a hundred years."
"Uh-huh, what's the rule!" Beilan Laiye blinked, a little helpless.
"That's to see King Yama!" Mo Shanghua suddenly breathed a sigh of relief, and he said indifferently.
"Whoop! ~ Why are the rules of these trial realms so strange in you, don't you think it's boring? ”
Beilan Laiye didn't care about these tattered rules, she didn't plan to pass the test smoothly from the beginning.
If life is not a venture, then what is the point?
Then he said softly, "It would be nice if I could get out of here and achieve my goal." ”
"You have such a good mentality, can you really afford to go to the king of Yama?" Mo Shanghua touched the tip of his nose, and there was a smile of joy on his face.
"Of course, people can achieve great things if they have to be cheeky, and many things are not successful with some credit."
The figures of Beilan Laiye and Zilong gradually blurred, and they didn't know where to fall.
A huge whirlpool swept a man and a beast into it, and this time there was a big hurricane next to it, and I don't know where it came from.
They saw that in this corridor, many spirit beasts, like a huge lump of meat, were chopped into meat puree, and those mud and blood water were mixed around the bodies of Beilanlai Ye and Zilong, and swept into another whirlpool with the tide and hurricane.
She said with a little desperation.
"This thing is horrible."
"Where are you?" Zilong was a little uncomfortable.
They were swept into a whirlpool to the side, thrown like watermelons, and their faces were covered in mud and clods, and blood.
They fell into what was called hell, where they breathed a sigh of relief.
Fortunately, it was not crushed.
A small square was also thrown on Beilan Laiye's face, as if a slap had left a mark on her face, so obvious.
"Who threw this thing, can you throw it better, what if it hits the flowers and plants?"
"What's good in hell?."
Dressed in white clothes, with bright eyes and bright teeth, he looked at the people around him with a smile, and there was an extra thought in his heart.