The pale red sky is like a sunset after rain.

In the distance, if one were to stand in the clouds and look down, they could see the unusually tall black city wall built on the hill and the majestic buildings inside the city wall. It's just that neither this mountain nor this city gives people a sense of majesty, but rather a bit of solemnity and coldness.

Further down the mountain, there is a large river, with nine winding links, which does not know where it came from and where it leads.

Below the mountain was a plain, strangely only a three-man wide path that meandered into a thick fog.

Except for this sheep intestine trail, everywhere is a sea of red flowers. The flower has no leaves, each of which has six flowers, the petals are umbrella-shaped, and each flower sticks out so that the stamen points straight to the sky, red and bewitching.

A procession is walking on the Ancient Sheep Intestine Road, which is a team escorting prisoners.

The leader in front was a man in a white robe, holding a long, long chain in his hand, and at the other end of the chain was a dozen or so prisoners of various colors behind him.

Strangely, these prisoners are all with their heads bowed, without exception.

At the back of the line was a man in a black robe, holding a long wooden stick in his hand, who looked like he was also a yacha.

One of the prisoners opened his eyes in a daze, raised his head and looked around.

Suddenly, he was hit with a stick in the back, and the aching young man bared his teeth, and the black man scolded: "Bow your head!

In line with the principle that a hero does not suffer immediate losses, the young man immediately lowered his head, but still looked at the surrounding situation with his eyes in private. It's just that even the boy himself didn't notice that after being beaten, the original stomach problems and puzzles were gone, and he didn't even have the idea of speaking.

The others had been beaten by the stick just like the boy, only they had all gone into a state of walking dead.

I don't know how long I walked, but a gazebo appeared in front of me. When there was still some distance from the pavilion, the white-clothed young man in front of him waved his hand to stop the team, and he walked to the pavilion alone.

The pavilion is richly decorated, with a roof of turquoise bricks that shines like water, twelve pillars carved with a different scene on each of them, and a verdant bamboo curtain hanging between each of them, some of them hanging down or some of them half-hanging. In the center of the pavilion is a jade table and a stool, on which are placed a teapot and a bowl, and a beautiful woman wearing a long dress and a gentle face can be faintly seen sitting on the stool.

I don't know if it's because of the ancient costume, this luxurious gazebo doesn't seem to be able to cover the beauty of this woman.

The man in white stepped forward, saluted the woman, took out a long brocade box from his bosom and respectfully handed it to the woman. The woman opened the brocade box and glanced at it, nodded and placed it on the jade table. So the man in white walked out of the gazebo and returned to the front of the line and said, "Enter one by one." ”

For every person who entered, the woman poured a bowl of tea, drank it, and then walked out from the back of the pavilion. It is not until you disappear into the dense fog in the distance that you will let the next person in.

When it was the boy's turn to enter, the woman poured the boy a bowl of tea as usual and gently handed it to him with both hands.

Taking the bowl, the boy said to the beautiful woman, "Thank you." ”

I didn't want the woman to look at him in surprise.

No one has been here for thousands of years to say a word, and this teenager is the first!

Because of the woman's surprised expression, the young man only took a mouthful of water in his mouth and didn't have time to swallow, puffed out his cheeks and looked at her suspiciously, the expression on his face seemed to be saying: If you have anything, you can say it.

It is this moment of hesitation that changes a lot of things.

There was a sudden tremor from the earth, and the two black-and-white yacha looked at each other in horror, and the next moment they turned into two rays of light, one black and one white, and flew towards the distant city on the top of the mountain.

The other prisoners outside the pavilion were wiped out by a blue light in the sky at the very first moment of the earthquake. People and things on the ground, only the gazebo and the boy in the gazebo survived. And the woman in the pavilion was already floating in the air at this time, looking cautiously at the sudden appearance of large and small cyan cracks in the sky.

Although the woman looks delicate and small, the momentum on her body is as majestic as a river.

As a result of this sudden change, the boy choked on the unswallowed water, but some of the water still ran down his throat and into his stomach. The next moment the boy fell to the ground, and the scene he saw with his eyes would become ghosted, then normal, and so on. Limbs are weak, as if they are not their own.

In the pale red sky, there were nearly a hundred large cyan cracks.

At this time, countless monsters had emerged from the cracks, some of them were like heads and human bodies, some of them had wings on their backs, one was a bird and the other was a bat, some of them had tree-like torsos below their heads, and some of them were human beings.

Although the appearance is strange, there is more or less black gas lingering on these monsters. One by one, they floated in the air, as if waiting for orders.

The two people standing at the front of these monsters are the most different.

A person is like a Buddha sitting on the black nine-faced lotus platform, with his hands folded and wearing a robe, but the person's eyes are blood-red, and his expression is hideous, without the artistic conception of the Buddha at all, but full of demonic energy. The other was an old man, tall and thin, with a turquoise seven-headed snake under his left foot and a dark blue tiger with wings on his back under his right foot.

The woman flew into the sky and looked at the two of them with a sneer and said, "I didn't expect that the Nine Rings Demon Buddha and the Azure Old Man among the Eight Venerables of the Demon Realm would come to my Netherworld Mansion at the same time, but they are usually dead people who come to us. ”

The blue old man sneered back: "It doesn't matter who comes in, isn't it the one who goes out who can see the Yang World again?" And there are not only eight of us today, but the Demon Lord is also coming to the Treasure Land, so it is estimated that he should also meet with the Immortal Monarch at this time." ”

After hearing the name of the demon lord, the woman subconsciously looked into the distance behind her.

The Nine Rings Demon Buddha also sneered and said: "The great tribulation is ahead, there is no delay, first destroy the earth, and then destroy the heavenly court; Death!" As soon as she finished speaking, a huge black Buddha palm flew towards the woman.

The woman opened her arms, and a large stream of pale blue water poured out from behind her, forming a curtain of water towards the Nine Rings Demon Buddha.

At the same time as the Nine Rings Demon Buddha made a move, the soldiers of the Demon Realm in the sky heard the order and launched a charge towards the distant mountaintop city. The city on the top of the mountain also flew out, and many yacha in blue uniforms were entangled with those demon soldiers.

After a while, the entire underworld became a battlefield for the two sides to fight, and battles could be seen everywhere.

Except for the thick fog behind the gazebo.

At the same time, the two giant dharmas in the other sky of the underworld confronted each other. One of them wore a crown of heavenly beads, a white Nine Dragons robe, and a black-gold flame lingering around his body, looking extremely noble. The other person has no face, only a pair of silver eyes, a black long sword at his waist, and five colors of air flow lingering around him: gray and white, crimson red, dark green, dark purple, and dark yellow, which is very mysterious.

These two people have maintained this state since they met, and even if the entire underworld is inextricably linked, it doesn't seem to affect these two people at all.

At this moment, from a Buddhist temple in the building complex on the mountain, a small monk with a red face and white teeth flew out, stopping in the middle of the two Dharma phases.

The man wearing the crown of the Son of Heaven said: "Monk, the catastrophe is coming, and there will only be more and more Venerables from the Demon Realm. She can't handle it alone, so you can help her. The Demon Lord handed it over to me. ”

The little monk nodded, and flew to the woman. At this time, three more demonic people flew out of the cracks in the sky and rushed towards the little monk, each of them no less imposing than the Nine Rings Demon Buddha and the Blue Old Man.

Just as the little monk was facing the enemy, thirteen rays of light flew out of the Jizo Temple and flew towards the woman as if fleeing for her life.

When he flew to the battlefield near the woman, he saw that the woman was also fighting with people, and the thirteen lights stopped in unison. Seven of the lights rushed towards all directions like birds and beasts in the next moment, and five more rushed forward faster than before. Only the red light that had been at the back was left.

The boy saw the woman in the sky fighting with the enemy in the haze lying on the ground, and also saw thirteen rays of light flying out from afar, running here like a life-run, turning into five rays of light. I also saw the thirteenth light left in the sky fall in front of me, turning into a woman.

The woman is dressed in a bright red new dress, thin eyebrows, a nose, red eye shadow, and red and full lips reveal infinite temptation. The woman seemed to be very fond of red, and even the slender nails of her ten fingers were red.

The woman in red looked at the young man who had fallen in the pavilion, and then at the long brocade box on the jade table, as if she was hesitating to come in. Suddenly, there was another shaking on the ground, and a trace of determination flashed in the eyes of the woman in red, and she turned into a red light and ran towards the five rays of light before.

The young man lay quietly, his originally weak limbs seemed to be driven by an unknown force, and he stood up uncontrollably, walked to the jade table, and picked up the brocade box with his left hand. The amount didn't seem to fit the boy's body, and the boy stumbled when he walked. It's just that no matter what, the brocade box in the left hand is always held rigidly.

The earth trembled continuously, and the boy fell again and again, and got up again and again. When one of them stood up again, he took more than a red flower from the side of the road in his right hand. The figure of the stumbling boy also disappeared into the thick fog.

According to old legends, 30,000 years ago, the demon world first destroyed the underworld and then destroyed the heavenly court in order to avoid the catastrophe. I don't want the Demon Realm to be greatly damaged in the battle of the underworld, and three of the eight Venerables alone have fallen.

Heavenly Court took this opportunity to sneak attack the Demon Realm, and the Demon Lord was unwilling to fail and drove the Demon Realm into Heavenly Court with great mana. In the end, the underworld collapsed, the heavenly court fell, and even the demon world was knocked to pieces, countless immortals and demons fell in this battle, and only a few people escaped from the human world.

The Lingshan Buddha Realm somehow closed the mountain gate before the Demon Realm attacked the underworld, and it was never born.

In the past 10,000 years, there have suddenly been reincarnations of immortals and demons in the human world, and the dark tide is surging.