Finally flew to the end of hell, and Yifeng pinched the sweat for those hell powerhouse venerables.

In front of it is a magnificent bridge, guarded by two Hell Venerables who are more than ten zhang high, and there are countless passages in the middle, surrounded by streams of black light, and there is a nun in front of the passage, whose face is exactly the same as that on the ancient well!

Yifeng finally knew that the nun above turned out to be just a doppelganger of Meng Po, and he also knew that Xuanluan was really boasting, because in addition to the King Bodhisattva of Jizo, she also had a person who was afraid, that is, the thousands of nuns who were watching Xuanluan sneering in front of her.

Thousands of identical faces sneered at people, and it was indeed strange, and Yifeng suddenly felt his scalp tingle.

Xuanluan also stopped at the bridgehead, and as soon as the divine wings were retracted, he transformed into a human body, took a step back, and let Yifeng out.

Yifeng turned his head and whispered: "Xuanluan, this is your field, what's wrong?" ”

Xuanluan was close behind him, lowered his head, and muttered dissatisfiedly: "I grew up with disgusting soup from her since I was a child, and I have a childhood shadow, no!" ”

Yifeng shook his head with a wry smile, took a step, and walked towards a passage with Ben Qian in his arms, Xuanluan tightly tugged on his sleeve and rubbed over with small steps.

Coming to the front of the passage, Yifeng nodded slightly to Meng Po and said, "Venerable Meng Po, I am here to ask to see the Bodhisattva of the King of the Earth, and your doppelganger said that this is a chance, and please make it convenient for the Venerable." ”

Meng Po's expression was cold, the breath on her body gave Yifeng the feeling that it was still as unfathomable as ever, she nodded slightly, flipped her wrist, turned out a broken bowl, and opened a few openings, just like the kind of broken bowl that the mortal monk turned into a fate to ask for charity, and there was a sticky black paste in the bowl, emitting a palpitating chill, and an indescribable disgusting smell.

"Drink!"

Meng Po stuffed the bowl over.

Yifeng looked embarrassed and said, "Venerable Meng Po, I haven't died yet, so there's no need to drink this bowl of soup, right?" What's more, I also received the guidance of King Jizo Bodhisattva to come here, and I ask His Holiness for forgiveness. ”

Meng Po thought about it, nodded, and Yifeng breathed a sigh of relief, but Meng Po handed the bowl behind Yifeng and said coldly: "He can not drink, you drink!" ”

Xuanluan suddenly jumped away more than a dozen feet, blushing in the distance, and shouted loudly: "I don't drink this stinky soup, how many bowls have I been forced to drink by you, you are a big liar, old witch!" ”

Yifeng turned his head and glared at her, now is the time to ask for help, why should she offend Meng Po, in case she gets angry and doesn't let her go, do you still have to fight in hell?

Xuanluan stared at the two golden-winged Xuanying eyes, and the faint golden halo in her eyes flowed, but she had a bit of the power of the head of the divine bird, but after seeing Yifeng's expression, she puffed up her cheeks, and her momentum was much more restrained.

Yifeng looked at the two Venerables next to him who exuded powerful coercion, they were not surprised, they looked down at them, but there was a smile in their eyes, it was estimated that it was rare to see Xuanluan deflated, and they were happy in their hearts.

Meng Po was not as angry as expected, but with a flip of her wrist, she put away the broken bowl, and said lightly: "You go in, she can't do it." ”

Walking on the bridge, this majestic and sturdy bridge is made entirely of transparent stones, but it is not as eternal and deep darkness as the air around it, because below the bridge is a river, a river full of starlight.

He was not alone, and when he walked through the passage surrounded by black light, there were also many people, birds, beasts, kun, and so on in other passages, and they walked side by side with Yifeng, but they lost one thing from their bodies - eyes.

However, the difference is that except for Yifeng who did not drink Meng Po soup, they and them, who had no eyes, were no longer sane, and walked to the middle of the bridge with Yifeng in a daze, but they groped with them and walked towards the fences on the bridges on both sides.

Then only the sound of "poof, poof" was heard, and they and they collectively jumped into the slowly flowing galaxy below, and in the process of falling, they all turned into twinkling stars, fell into the river, and became part of the brilliant starlight.

A wind looked down through the transparent bridge ridge, only to know that the stars below illuminated the bridge one by one, it turned out to be a life composition, the light of the galaxy shone on the boundless darkness overhead, very beautiful and gorgeous, I really don't know why there is such a wonderful place under the terrible and tragic hell.

He turned his head to look upstream, and saw that there was an identical bridge in the upper reaches of the galaxy, and there was still one in the future, and there were still one in the future, I don't know how many such bridges there were, after all, there are thousands of living beings in the world, and there are countless of them.

Meng Po didn't tell him how to find the Jizo King Bodhisattva, so he could only move forward step by step.

On the other side of the bridge, there were also two tall and mighty Hell Venerables, and when he reached the end of the bridge, Yifeng felt two divine senses coming, he looked up, and found that the two Hell Venerables also had a face on the back, staring at him strangely, but they did not stop him.

Yifeng hugged Ben Qian, nodded slightly to them, and asked, "Two Venerables, how to find the Jizo King Bodhisattva?" ”

An urn-clad voice replied to him: "Go ahead, it will always come." ”

Yifeng knew that it was useless to ask more, so he had to hug Ben Qian and keep walking forward, and there seemed to be two strange laughs behind him, but he didn't care.

Soon he knew that they had bad intentions, the road was getting wider and wider, but it was also getting darker and darker, the light of the galaxy was left behind, and on both sides was the vast and boundless eternal darkness, I don't know how long he walked, Yifeng even thought that he had fallen into some kind of illusion.

Of all the illusions, this illusion is the most suffocating dilemma, like the abyss that cannot be seen, in the darkness where you can't see your fingers, the body keeps falling, but it never ends, there is nothing to rely on and grasp around, there is only one person, no death, no hope, and no end.

Ichifeng finally knew what those two weird laughs meant, they just wanted to test themselves, and they saw themselves helpless like a harlequin on the stage, and they didn't know where to stare at themselves and make fun of them.

Why would they do it?

Maybe hell is too lonely, to be on duty before this eternal darkness, to live forever and forever, and in another way, they are more painful than those who are suffering in hell, as a teasing joke in a boring hell.

They are indeed going to make it happen, because the wind is indeed getting anxious.

He doesn't know the algorithm of time here, he has been in hell for a while, if time passes hundreds of times slower than in the human world like the heavenly realm, then during the time he came to hell, the daylilies on it were cold, and all the Buddhist monks were probably killed by Wei Yu, and he also saved a fart of the Buddha's way.

But now it is a matter of Ben Qian's life and death, which is also very important to him, and he must not abandon Ben Qian.

This contradiction was entangled in his heart, colliding with sparks, and just when he was becoming more and more anxious, ready to forcibly cast the Demon Destroying Fist to shake this dark and boundless space, his foot seemed to touch something soft.

He slowly bent down, hugged Ben Qian, and in complete darkness, reached out to fumble the soft thing, he carefully stretched out his fingers, and the golden light shone through his dark palm, but he still couldn't see what it was, until his fingers touched the thing.

The bone-chilling coldness suddenly startled Yifeng's hand back, Yifeng's body shook, and immediately bounced off a few feet, suspended in the air, but was slowly pressed down by a magical force.

"Come here!"

A voice appeared in the darkness in the distance, and Ichifeng immediately found his way and walked along the place where the sound had appeared.

At first he was afraid that he was going in the wrong direction again, but soon he was relieved that there was a bright scene ahead of him that made him feel intoxicated.