readx; The two of them moved lightly, and before they knew it, the lights of the market were like stars, miles away, and in front of them were all reckless jungles, a desolate scene. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 ｉｎｆｏ

Mo Dao untied the reins of the horse's mouth, carried the snoring Chuan Han on his back, patted the horse's back, and said, "Old man, I'm tired." Although he is free, if he wants to work hard in the future, he will invite him to live and respect himself. ”

The horse was obviously spiritual, and the man stood up, neighed, and the four hooves rushed up alternately, and in the blink of an eye they had entered the dense forest. Mo Dao paused slightly, carried Chuan Han on his back, and took advantage of the moonlight to unleash a very handsome light skill and flew away.

This eaves walk the wall of the art of the magic power, five or six zhang from the ground, or tap the tip of the leaf, or rub the side stone, galloping, a little meal, actually go more than ten miles.

Suddenly, there was a wolf howl of "whoosh", and Mo Dao jumped to the ground. The green hills here are connected as a whole, like a giant dragon that bends and twists, and the rock walls are in a thousand postures, strange rocks and rocks, and there are thousands of shapes. The mountain peak is magnificent, the steep stone wall, as steep as a giant axe to cut through, looking up, really makes people feel a lot of emotion.

Mo Dao looked around left and right, slowly went to the two miles of space, and suddenly saw that on the cliff-cutting peak, a pillar of silver dragon waterfall seemed to fall from the sky, straight into the ground, the momentum was strong, and the rumbling noise was really good: "A white rainbow rises, and the snow waves fly in a thousand miles." ”

The waterfall is adjacent, but in the middle of the smooth and steep stone wall, a stone staircase is carved in vain, and the steps are neat, leading to the dark place.

Mo Dao stepped forward. Suddenly, in the dark place of the stone staircase, a little light miraculously appeared, like a star, dazzling people's eyes, and the phosphorus was like a ghost fire, which made people have an indescribable and gloomy feeling.

Mo Dao stopped and shouted towards the lamplight: "There is no door to the sky, only the netherworld." Before the words fell, dozens of lights lit up with Qi Ran, and Huo Ran was bright, illuminating a passage that was more than a foot in circumference--it was actually a natural secret passage in the belly of the mountain.

At that moment, I saw a white-haired old woman standing next to the cave wall, hunched over, unable to see her face clearly, only teaching people to feel extremely old, and it seemed that she was dozens of years older than Gao Hongbin. She was holding a grimace crutch with a lantern hanging from it, her back to Mo Dao.

"There is Lao Mengpo's grandmother. Mo Dao said very respectfully.

"Master Mo, please come with the old man. The voice was so muffled that it seemed to come from the Nine Shadows, and the old woman didn't raise her head, but slowly led the way ahead. After several turns, the fire in the rear gradually faded, and once again plunged into the darkness, only the faint light of the lantern on the old woman's crutches faintly shone on the waterway in front of her.

The lights are too weak to see the wide geometry of the waterway, only to feel that the water surface is calm and waveless, almost a pool of stagnant water, but it is illuminated by a faint light, and there are slight undulations of water in the vicinity, and there seem to be thousands of silver snakes slowly wriggling.

On the side of the waterway, there is a stone tablet, a bowl of light yellow soup is placed on the top, the stone tablet is deeply chiseled with the three words of "Nai He Bridge", but there is no bridge, only a small boat with a white cloth sail, at first glance, it seems that the mourning hall has just been set up, and people can't help but have a gloomy and weird feeling.

The old woman's tone was also calm, but she asked respectfully: "Master Mo, the wind and waves are strong tonight, can the young master withstand it?"

Mo Dao glanced back at Chuan Han and said with a smile: "It's okay, this kid has been drunk by me." ”

The old woman said: "In case you wake up and suffer, it's better to let the young master drink a bowl of 'Meng Po Soup'." ”

Mo Dao said: "It's okay, so as not to get sick and vomit, and if the boat is dirty, I will be tired of cleaning." ”

A bowl of light yellow soup was handed to Baili Chuanhan's mouth.

Chuan Han was not too drunk, but he was only slightly upset, and he was running around the road, he was rarely tired, and he was too lazy to walk, so he fell asleep. The scenery and characters along the way are all in his ears and eyes. What he saw and heard along the way was like a dream, full of weirdness and mystery, which made him speechless.

This will be about to resist the bowl of soup that I don't know if it is wearing intestinal poison, but smelling the aroma in the bowl hits people, as if they are in a hundred flowers. I felt dizzy and dizzy, my mouth was dry, and I drank it all before I knew it.

After a while, he was dazed, and there were many phantoms in front of him, so he fainted......

When I woke up, I opened my eyes and saw that the sun was shining, and it was the middle of the day. The sound of "booming" waves crashing on the rocky shore sounded in his ears, "Arrived?" Chuan Han jumped up suddenly, got out of the cabin, and jumped onto a brownstone pier.

The old woman was hunched over and was already waiting on the sidelines.

Chuan Han picked up a big rock, jumped up and looked into the distance, in front of him is the vast sea, the surrounding archipelago arch, the place is a round island, really like the stars and the moon.

However, the island where Chuan Han is located does not seem to be as mysterious as the process of coming here, and all the secrets seem to be visible at a glance - although there are many strange flowers and flowers, there is nothing to hinder the eyes on the island, and there is almost nothing left as far as the eye can see. It is even more eye-catching that the huge door in the center of the island is wide open.

The gate is made of navy bluestone, and the surface is covered with a strange texture, like a whirlpool that blooms in layers. The shape is like a squatting carve, the eyes are set with two gems as large as a plate, the turquoise glow, the entrance is more than a foot horizontally and vertically, the upper and lower pillars are sharp fangs, dark as iron, hard as steel. When it is like coming to life, it looks very hideous, as if it is eyeing people and choosing people to eat.

A piece of smooth jade stone hangs at the top, the texture is delicate, white as snow, and the words "Netherworld Island" are chiseled on it, which makes people suddenly feel a sense of ancient and mysterious.

A burst of mist came in a hurry, and the islands and the giant gate suddenly seemed a little ethereal. At this time, Mo Dao had already stretched his waist on the dock and said, "You kid Mo was not a monkey in his previous life, climbing high and jumping low, beware of flashing his waist. ”

Chuan Han only looked around, unintentionally fighting evil, like breaking into a place full of buried treasures, the road ahead was full of unknown surprises, and his heart was beating suddenly.

The sound of "tuk, tuk, tuk" sounded, and the old woman pestleed her cane, knocking on the hard stone floor of the dock, and without looking back at the two of them, she had slowly walked towards the giant gate, and her steps seemed to be extremely heavy. When I walked to the sandy beach, I couldn't even afford the fine dust, and when I saw the superlative light work, it seemed to be a few points better than Mo Dao.

Mo Dao suddenly laughed and scolded: "I'm stunned, I'm home." ”

Then, Chuan Han followed closely behind the two in a daze. From time to time, he would enter the door of a giant beast.

The inside of the door was getting worse and lower, and after only a few steps, darkness swallowed up all light. At this time, the lantern on the old woman's crutches lit up as if it had a sense, and I saw a stone door weighing more than 10,000 catties in front of me.

The three of them stopped almost at the same time, and after a while, the old woman suddenly reached out and pressed against the stone wall, and immediately a slight vibration came from under her feet.

Faintly, countless long arms seemed to grow out of the darkness, twisting and slowly stretching towards the stone door. The old woman raised her head slightly, seemed to sigh, and looked at Mo Dao.

Mo Dao behind her also had a bitter look on his face, as if he was helpless.

Suddenly, there was a loud bang, and the stone gate opened instantly, and a colorful halo shot from the other side of the stone gate.

There is still a bright passage inside the stone gate, which leads directly to the inside.

I only heard the old woman say: "Master Mo, the old body will be sent here, you must not annoy the engong, speak ill of you, and say too much is useless." ”

Mo Dao bowed and saluted, "Thank you Grandma Meng, Mo Dao remembers." ”

Seeing that Meng Po's figure disappear from view, Mo Daocai led Chuan Han forward step by step.