After crossing a long wooden suspension bridge, there was finally a light like fireflies on the opposite side. It's just that the creepy purple is beating endlessly, and the strange wind that comes from nowhere screams in the cracks of the stone cave, as if you are in the netherworld.

The facsimile paintings on the walls are beginning to show signs of grandeur. Although he had seen it many times, he had never understood what was depicted on it.

Perhaps, it is such a fang-like madness that he can afford the ambition of devouring heaven and earth like the shadow lord.

Looking at those fascinating paintings, visitors can't help but stop and take a closer look.

Reflected in his pupils was a horrific hellish scene rendered by a purple bonfire.

He seemed to see the half-ugly face of a woman with a disheveled head, her mouth open screaming and bleeding, and the mountains and the sea burned incomprehensibly.

Squinting his eyes and looking closely, the color of the sea seemed to be very wrong. At first, he thought it was a school of fish in the sea, but when he looked carefully, he was surprised to find that those spots were all broken arms and legs...... Suddenly, he saw a twisted horizontal line in the upper line—it was not the sea, but a cauldron as big as the sea, into which the heavens and the earth could be thrown into it.

The visitor turned his eyes to look elsewhere. Looking at it, his eyes were dizzy.

As if he couldn't bear such an idea, he felt that there was a crawler in his heart constantly biting, and the sting pain made him uncomfortable. He quickly knelt on the ground, cupped his heart with one hand, and gasped for air.

The huge curtain of animal skins hung down from above, and at this moment a strong gust of wind suddenly set off.

The strong wind hit, but it changed the direction of the wind at the moment when it was about to make contact with the comer, and swept in all directions, sweeping around the comer.

The wind was blowing everywhere and scattered. The comer, who was still tormented by that sense of oppression just now, finally felt that his breath was much smoother and lighter.

He got up from the ground, staggered over with gratitude and admiration, and came to the front of the curtain, and knelt down with a solemn expression.

"That painting...... It's not for you to bear. ”

Behind the curtain came a majestic echoing voice, and the surrounding cliffs trembled at the same time.

"Yes, yes. The subordinates didn't dare anymore. The visitor rubbed his chest over and over again, touching the ground with his head, humble and excited, "If it weren't for the shadow lord's life, I'm afraid I would have died on the spot." ”

"......" The actor looked at the man through the curtain playfully, and only snorted for a while.

"Xiao Wuye ......" he patted the dark green rock black jade seat lightly, "You are the most talkative among them. ”

Xiao Wuye immediately laughed flatteringly, but immediately stopped again.

As one of the Four Banner Envoys, he is not the strongest one, but he is the one who is the most trusted by the shadow master.

Whether it's the Nine Springs, or the Shadow Remains. Although the two of them are available, they are not true confidants.

And to hear it thoroughly......

The Shadow Lord thought of him, and the expression on his face paused slightly.

"Shadow Lord, now the Nether Heaven has fallen into chaos exactly as you wanted. The Owl Warrior smiled, looking very vicious, "No one can stop the Nine Shadows. ”

"Hmm. The Shadow Lord remained silent.

Xiao Wuye then continued: "The Heart Lake Meteorite has also been ordered to be arranged, and I will not live up to the expectations of the Shadow Lord by swearing to death." ”

The shadow lord was silent. The ghost fire lamps in the four rows burned quietly, and there was not the slightest emotion to be seen.

Xiao Wuye has always known the temperament of the shadow master. Seeing that the shadow lord was unmoved, he knew that there must be deep considerations. At this moment, if he talks more, it will not be of any use.

So he stopped talking and waited quietly for the Shadow Lord's order.

Time passed in the purple flames. It seems that after a long time, Xiao Wuye's ears came to the voice of the shadow lord in a deep voice:

"There are three things. ”

Xiao Wuye immediately puffed up his chest and listened with vigor.

"Turning into a pill, old vulture mountain, and ...... Creek purple stone. The shadow lord raised his fingertips lightly, and it seemed to be contaminated with a bubbling black gas, "There is no need to hide it. Although I am in the polar region of the snow cave, I am also very clear about the situation in the Nether Heaven. ”

When Xiao Wuye heard these three things, he immediately knew it.

It's just that he was somewhat taken aback by his request to the shadow lord to speed up the process of these three things. After all, the current situation is still balanced, and a sudden acceleration of the pace means that there is an element of instability.

But he didn't raise any objections after all. Since the shadow lord commanded so, it naturally has a deep meaning.

Nuno promised that since the shadow lord was not in any other mood, he would naturally not continue to stay here as an eyesore. After kowtowing to the Shadow Lord to say goodbye, Xiao Wuye immediately withdrew from the deep and ignorant demon cave.

But the shadow master, after a long time, sighed silently.

A heavy sound that resonates like a ghost cry in the silent cavern. The purple-black flames flickered and darkened, outlining the treacherous and distorted image of the long scroll of animal skin.

He's been here, in this dark place for too long.

Every day, every day, he forced himself to be imprisoned here, and every time he opened his eyes, only a dark color could make him remember her appearance at any time before his eyes.

After hundreds of years, he didn't care. And now, it is time for him to go out of the rivers and lakes again, and harvest all the hatred and cause and effect that he planted back then.

Be...... That day...... It won't be long.

The "gurgling" sound was the movement of his phalange joints. At the end of the dark field of vision, it was like a gnawing of white bones.

............

In the wilderness of a village somewhere in the Nether Heaven, the slaughter was fierce, and the cry shook the sky.

A gangster with a black turban drove all the villagers out of the village, smiling and killing what they did best.