In front of the gates of hell. Pen ~ fun ~ pavilion www.biquge.info

Jiang Ling stepped inside, and the strange thing was that he failed to touch Yan Xuanxi's body, but passed through it directly, and he realized that something was wrong.

It's a phantom!

It was only through the surging black fog, hazy, very vague, difficult to distinguish the real from the fake, he rushed to the front, only to notice, but it was already too late.

With a "hum", the hell wheel is coming, and it is angry to bombard the heart of Jiangling!

"Peng!"

Caught off guard, Jiang Ling was hit and crashed directly into the gate of hell, he staggered, and couldn't help but pounce on Phantom Yan.

At the same time, with a wave of his hand, he heard a "clang", and the gate of hell suddenly closed, hidden in the void, and there was no trace of it.

"Send you to hell!"

His hair danced wantonly, his eyes were cold, and he suddenly laughed, and then abruptly stopped, shouting: "If you go to hell, what is it to not die?"

The gates of hell were closed, and they were gone, hidden in the void, and there was no trace of them.

"Gangneung has been sealed in the gates of hell?!"

"The gate of hell, the living soul does not cross, I am afraid that Gangneung was really planted this time, and he was sealed to death at the end of hell, and there is no way to live......"

"The reputation of Nam Gangneung I was ruined. ”

"Dying at the hands of the son of hell is not a humiliation for him......"

......

Everyone was stunned and incredulous, and then sighed and sighed, after all, the gate of hell is too terrifying, it is difficult for living beings to cross, there is no entry and exit, Gangneung was injured, was forcibly bombed in, and it was also repaired to a great loss, and its fate is self-evident.

"Sealed in the Portal of Hell?" He muttered to himself, looking puzzled, he felt that with Jiang Ling's ability, he shouldn't be like this.

"Gangneung!" Below, Baihu changed color and couldn't help but shout.

"Nanjiangling ......" Luoyang muttered to himself, staring at somewhere behind the danger, his deep eyes hidden in the ups and downs of the sun, the sword light collapsed, sharp and brilliant.

The young man with a lamp on his head looked at all this indifferently and stayed out of it.

Pei Tianluo, Bai Luotian, Ning Yuan, and the demon master had different expressions.

"It shouldn't be!"

In the distance, on the tail of the Nine Dragons, Chu Yangge's expression froze, shook his head, and said to himself: "The Immortal Sea and the Ten Realms Mountain are all unable to kill him, how can a mere fake hell portal trap Nanjiangling?"

He felt that there must be another reason for this matter, Jiangling should have been entangled by other people or things, and with the fetters, he couldn't get out quickly.

In fact, he guessed roughly right, Gangneung did suffer a change.

......

The gates of hell were closed, it was pitch black, and Gangneung staggered through the phantom, and he barely stopped his form and turned his head to look behind him.

"Buzz!"

The mole on his eyebrows glowed, shining brighter and brighter, like a vertical eye, illuminating the front.

There are shadows like light and rain, and pieces dissipate.

"Just a phantom?"

Jiang Ling frowned, he always felt that something was wrong, but he didn't have a clue when he thought about it, and he had to give up after a while, and then he swung his sword and wanted to split the gate of hell and force him out.

The gates of hell were closed, but they could not stop him.

"Gangneung—"

At this moment, a voice suddenly came from the distance, Qingling was soft, clean without a trace of impurities, as beautiful as heaven, making Jiangling's figure stagnate.

"It's ...... Yan Xuanxi's voice!"

Jiang Ling's body was stagnant, his mind was in a trance, even if it was a few years later, how could he not remember Yan Xuanxi's voice?

It is as if that face has long been frozen in time, engraved in the depths of memory, and cannot be erased or forgotten.

He can dust the past, but after all, he can't seal his heart, some people are thousands of miles away but in a trance, some words are still in the ears even if they look back on a thousand years, and they can't be extinguished or forgotten and become memories.

"Whew!"

He turned around, looked into the distance, and through the diffuse blue light, he saw that at the end of this portal, there was a huge stone platform suspended, and there seemed to be a shadow on the stone platform.

He did not hesitate, and hurried out, and after about half an hour, he finally came to the stone platform.

This stone platform is pitch black, it is just suspended there, silent, but it contains an invisible oppressive force, deep and vast, very magnificent, and the majestic aura is rushing to the end of the portal, as if suppressing something.

It hung there, silent, as if it had existed for thousands of years, immortal.

"Buzz!"

Jiangling's eyebrows are magnificent, and he vaguely saw that there were two big characters engraved with iron and silver hooks on the stone platform, and the pen was sharp, like a heavenly knife carving, incomparably sharp, and extremely intimidating.

"Hell Town!"

The two words are like Dayue, containing an inexplicable magnificent rhyme, which makes Jiang Ling frightened and can't help but take a step back.

"This is supposed to be a prison station. ”

On the ancient stone platform, a slightly weak female voice came out, "Shatter all souls, punish evil spirits, suppress the underworld, this is the ancient altar for suppressing the fallen hell......"

Prison Table!

Jiang Ling narrowed his eyes, looked at the shadow on the prison platform, and said in a condensed voice: "Yan Yuxi!"

The woman on the prison platform is not Yan Yuxi, but Yan Yuxi.

"It's me. Yan Yuxi's voice was very weak.

Jiang Ling's eyes flickered, the voice he heard before clearly belonged to Yan Yuxi, why did he become Yan Yuxi when he came here?

What's weird about this, or is it ...... The Yan family's Shuangshu already has a big weirdness hidden on it?

......

There is no doubt that Xue Nianchu is the heroine, but Jiangling's life always needs some embellishment, and after the twilight snow and thousands of mountains, it is true love.

This point has also been vaguely mentioned earlier.

I went out in the afternoon, and I didn't come back until half past ten in the evening, and I'm only writing it out now, and it's past zero o'clock, forgive me.

Also, a friend helped build a book friend group, group number: 454232612, everyone who is interested can add in, discuss the plot, urge changes, chat or something.

I'm in the group too. (To be continued.) )