The naked woman's face was extremely thin, her eyebrows were slender, but her eyes were extremely black and bright, and the waves were flowing, like the brightest black pearl in the depths of the sea, in which there was a faint hint of calm and arrogant smile.

Everyone didn't dare to look directly at her face, because although this face was not flawless, a kind of compelling agility was enough to suffocate people, not to mention that the girl's body was almost completely **.

The girl smiled slightly at the strangers in front of her, and then spoke: "Here 'Netherworld Valley', slave Wen Xiang'er, guests from afar, please come with me." ”

Meng Xiaodong and the others were actually enchanted and followed behind Wen Xiang'er. After passing through the colorful forest, there is a tunnel paved with "flowers on the other side", but fortunately, now that the sun is in full bloom, it is still sprinkled down from the top of the tunnel. The tunnel is extremely short, and at the end it is a dazzling turquoise glow that shines like the sun ahead.

Suddenly, "Bloody Hand" Zhan Fei let out a surprised "huh", stretched out his fingers and stammered: "Isn't that Jin Xiaopang?!"

Everyone looked in the direction, and was surprised to see a cluster of "flowers on the other side" in the distance, Jin Xiaochang, the young master of the "Money Gang" who had left for a few days, lying peacefully on the ground, red blood gurgling out from the seven orifices, slowly seeping into the soil around the flower roots, and it seemed that the "other side flowers" were watered more and more scarlet and charming.

Xiao San and the others looked at each other, and said in their hearts: "Didn't this little fat man leave a long time ago?

Suddenly, a strange fragrance of flowers came, the fragrance was rich and fertile, luxurious and compelling, so that the people who were uncertain suddenly felt like they were in the array of ten thousand flowers, and their hearts were lifted.

On the flower lawn in the center of the "Netherworld Valley", flowers bloom, and the red flowers shine like the morning sun in the morning breeze.

Wen Xiang'er smiled and waved at everyone: "Ladies and gentlemen, I went to talk to Sister Tear'er, and I had to lose my company first." After that, he turned around and smiled apologetically at a few people, turned around and ran towards Gu Dong. The girl's nature inadvertently burst out on her, and the snow-white skirt flew and jumped, and Yingying disappeared into the morning mist.

The valley was dotted with tall stone houses, and the large open space in the center of those stone houses was guarded. It is said to be a square, but in fact it is just a naturally generated lawn, on which there is not even a stone bench or straw mat in sight. Dozens of prisoners with long chains of iron ropes in their hands and feet were supervised by hundreds of white-clothed teenagers with long swords on their backs.

Murong Bao's eyes turned, and fell on an old man in ragged clothes who was staggering and walking with a huge tree, and exclaimed, "Uncle Fourteen, are you really here?" He ran forward, hugged the old man, and shouted: "God is pitiful, the little nephew has finally found you, I am Bao'er!

The old man's eyes were glazed, and he looked at the white-clothed young man who was running in the distance in horror, curling up his rickety body into a ball, and shuddering like chaff.

Tang Taizong lowered his voice and said in Meng Xiaodong's ear: "That old man is Murong Bao's uncle Murong Heishan, who has been missing for many years, and Mr. Beicheng should also be among these people......"

Meng Xiaodong shook his head in disappointment, and said anxiously: "I've seen it all, Uncle Leng shouldn't be among them......"

I saw Gu Shiliu pointing to an old man with a cloak and a faint incense scar on his forehead, and said in a lost voice: "Isn't that the Great Compassion Zen Master of the 'Shaolin School'?"

Xiao San swallowed his saliva, looked at them one by one, and said in shock: "The head of the 'Six Gates' of the capital's 'Six Gates' is the 'Immortal Dragon' Long Bushi...... 'Yangtze River' Seventy-two Waterways Chief 'Scoop Handle' Zhu Jiu Taiye Zhu Xiangtian...... The one-legged thief of the green forest 'black-hearted ghost craftsman' Cui Weipo...... Oh my God, how could these long-lost martial arts celebrities end up here doing hard labor!?"

At this time, a young man in white rushed to the front, without saying a word, picked up the leather whip in his hand, and pulled it down at Murong Heishan, who was sitting on the ground.

Murong Heishan covered his face with his arm, and blindly moved backwards to dodge, not daring to resist at all.

Murong Bao was furious, reached out and grabbed the leather whip, pulled it and sent it, and threw the white-clothed young man out, the young man fell to the ground on his back in embarrassment, and the back of his head hit a sharp rock, bleeding at that time.

Gu Shiliu's heart sank, his body jumped up, and he steadily held the white-clothed young man in his arms.

But it was too late.

The young man in white had a face as pale as paper, the corners of his mouth and chest were stained red with blood, and there was no trace of undulation on his chest. Gu Shiliu hesitated for a moment, but still stabbed seven silver needles into the top of her head with his backhand, and the internal force slowly injected into his body along the silver needles.

However, everyone knows that this is just a wasted effort.

Gu Shiliu finally sighed, gently put down the young man's body, his long eyebrows tightened, his expression changed uncertainly, he glanced up at Meng Xiaodong, and said in a low voice: "We can't be saved, we can't escape this time." ”

Murong Bao suddenly took two steps back, stared at his palms in amazement, and muttered to Meng Xiaodong, "I ......"

Meng Xiaodong flicked his sleeves, stood up, turned to the group of white-clothed young men on the grass, and opened his mouth, but he didn't know what to say.

I saw the young men in white standing silently on the grass, with a kind of shock and pain on their faces.

After a long time, the group of white-clothed teenagers silently gathered towards the center, and one of them walked out, carefully picking up the corpse of his companion. The others gathered around him, bowing their heads and speechless.

Meng Xiaodong couldn't bear to look at it anymore, and sighed: "Now ......"

The young man in white raised his head and looked at the visitor in front of him, his voice was extremely sad, but also extremely resolute: "The matter has come to this, you don't need to say much. There are currently two paths for you to choose. ”

Meng Xiaodong said apologetically: "Please speak." ”

The young man said, "First, you will go to the 'Netherworld Palace' with me and ask the two palace masters to punish you, and second, you will kill all of us and then leave on your own." With your martial arts, it will be easy to kill us, but if one of us does not die, we will not let you leave here even a step. These words were spoken word by word, very slowly, and the tone was not impassioned, nor intimidating at all, but extremely serious, so serious that you could not believe a little-

- Anyone who wants to leave here has to trample over the corpses of these hundreds of teenagers!

Meng Xiaodong sighed and said: "This matter started because of me, if it weren't for Xiao Dong's eagerness, Murong Gongzi would not have come to Guigu to hurt people's lives, Xiao Dong is willing to go to the 'Netherworld Palace' instead of Murong Gongzi, and listen to your punishment." ”

She insisted so much that Xiao San, Murong Bao and others, who were pregnant with ghosts, had no objections, and stayed in the square to wait for news.

Just when the "Flower on the Other Side" was blooming in the evening, the girl Meng Xiaodong, under the leadership of the white-clothed boys, came to the "Netherworld Palace" in the depths of the Flower Valley.

Although the "Netherworld Palace" is not magnificent, it is also a long palace with deep clouds and fog, and it is very imposing. The white-clothed young men stopped at the entrance of the palace and signaled that Wen Xiang'er, the master of the second palace, was waiting inside, and Meng Xiaodong could enter on his own.

Walking into the palace gate, Meng Xiaodong saw from a distance that a half-naked girl with black hair hanging down the ground, sitting on the lawn at will, with her cheeks basked, as if she was thinking about something.

Meng Xiaodong exclaimed in surprise: "Sister Xiang'er!"

Wen Xiang'er opened her eyes gently, a trace of deep sadness flashed in her eyes, she seemed to sigh softly, and said leisurely: "In the history of the 'Netherworld', there has never been a murderer. ”

Meng Xiaodong sighed apologetically: "There was such an accident, Xiaodong was also extremely sad in his heart. I just ask the palace master's sister to believe that my friend's attack on people this time was definitely not his intention. ”

Wen Xiang'er glanced at Meng Xiaodong and said softly: "Of course I believe the girl's words. However, in the 'Netherworld', every person's life is the most respectful and precious thing in the world, and it is only because of life that everything can be created. The desecration of life is the most cruel sin in the world, and it will be punished the most, and this does not change whether the perpetrator knows it or not. ”

Meng Xiaodong sighed: "Sister Palace Master is reasonable. But before Xiao Dong accepts the punishment, can you ask the palace master's sister, have you ever seen the man in this portrait?"

The man in the portrait is dressed in white, graceful and elegant, but he is no longer young, he does not look too tall, but he is not short, he is still handsome, he wears very shabby clothes, his temples have gorgeous hair, but he seems to be very haggard, with a sick face, indescribable fall and fall, a pair of eyes affectionate, full of sorrow and misfortune in his life.

When Wen Xiang'er saw it, her face changed greatly, she grabbed Meng Xiaodong's arm suddenly, and asked sharply, "Who are you from Cold North City?!"

Meng Xiaodong was hurt by her grabbed arm, and she was frightened and broke free with all her might, Wen Xiang'er let out a few ghostly laughs, crying and laughing like crazy: "It turns out that he has a wild woman outside again, hahaha...... Leng Beicheng, you wrongdoer, you deceived our sisters so hard!hahaha......"

Meng Xiaodong was caught in her hands, fighting desperately, and retorted: "You talk nonsense! Don't you insult my Uncle Leng! You bad woman!!"

Wen Xiang'er smiled suddenly, reached out and gently stroked Meng Xiaodong's snow-white cheeks, and said in a strange and harsh voice: "You little girl is very beautiful! Your Uncle Leng must like you very much, he has always liked beautiful female dolls, you say, if I kill you, will he still hide from us sisters?

At this moment, a figure had floated in front of them from above.

Her clothes are fluttering, she rides the wind, her long hair is like clouds, her demeanor is graceful, like a fairy, but her appearance can no one describe it, just because no one in the world dares to look up at her.

This woman seems to be born with a terrifying magic, an irresistible magic, she seems to be forever high, and people can't look up to it!