Chapter 440: A stalwart, a peerless character in hell
"That breath just now...could it be that it's back!"
"How many years have passed... When he fell, the whole hell was shocked and mourned. Since then, his achievements, his glory, and everything about him have mysteriously disappeared. His inheritance has never been seen in the whole hell.
Unexpectedly, today, its aura appears again..." As the messenger of hell disappeared, Ye Feng and Black Qilin were blasted into the abyss of hell.
An extremely ancient and vicissitudes of voice came faintly from the depths of hell.
Everyone in the eighteenth level of hell heard this voice, but they just didn't know what happened.
Boom! At this moment, the sky above the town where the Hell Messenger just set foot.
Suddenly, a big old hand tore out from deep space.
That big hand was extremely old and covered with wrinkles, like a skeleton.
It is filled with many different auras, including death aura, resentment, sinister aura, evil aura, demonic aura, undead aura... It seems that all the auras in hell are gathered in this big hand.
Above, it seems that this big hand is transformed from hell, descending here with an ancient, majestic, profound, and dark mastery.
Even the Messenger of Hell is insignificant compared to this big hand.
"What is this..." As the big hand appeared, the entire three levels of hell seemed unable to withstand such power and began to tremble. Towns, cities, major regions, and counties all began to shake at this moment.
When the Supreme Lord descended, the order of the three levels of hell was disrupted, and the way of heaven was broken.
All the creatures in the three levels of hell looked at the big hand in the void with horrifying expressions. Everyone was moved by a sense of death and fear. They only felt that the three levels of hell would be shattered under this big hand at any time.
Just disappear.
"Yes, it is indeed its aura. Although it tried its best to hide it, it was still sensed by the old man... Lord Qilin, I never thought that one day I would be able to sense your aura again. Your old master has fallen.
The glory no longer exists. I have been in hell for so many years, always looking for traces of you. I didn’t expect to finally find you..." This big hand came to the void, and a strange energy emitted from its five fingers, which seemed to be in the sky.
Capturing what happened before, what he saw was that in his palm, pictures quickly flashed one after another. These pictures were exactly the scenes where the black unicorn appeared before and resisted the dark thunder hammer... "Unexpectedly,
A small messenger actually received the inheritance of the God of Thunder. The opportunity is pretty good, huh?
There is also a mortal with such a complex aura, and he also has divinity, immortal divinity, interesting, it seems that he is another descendant of a god... Humph, the damn god is still alive and kicking, and
Choosing a mortal as his successor... Lord Qilin, you are concerned about the way of inheritance. Shouldn't you choose a mortal to inherit his mantle? It's ridiculous. Although this mortal is a descendant of a god, he is still just a mortal and old man.
After waiting for so many years, you will not give this opportunity to others in vain. You will give him his inheritance even if you don't give it to him. Your strength has been sensed by the old man. It is too weak. It is too far away from your peak period, one ten thousandth.
None, as long as you are still in hell, I will be sure to find you..." Boom! The big hand disappeared, and the three levels of hell returned to normal instantly.
……"This is where?"
In the endless darkness, there is chaos.
Ye Feng slowly woke up.
As soon as he woke up, a terrifying oppressive force pressed on him like a tide.
Although I don't know how many levels of hell there are here, the horror here is definitely much scarier than the third level of hell.
If the black unicorn hadn't protected him, exuding a faint source of hell and wrapping him around him, the terrifying force of oppression would have crushed his body to death in the state he had just fallen asleep.
But even so, he still felt uncomfortable all over, and his soul and will seemed to be pressed by a big hand. He wanted to break free but couldn't.
"Black Qilin..." At this moment, Black Qilin's breath was weak, blood overflowed from his mouth, and he was in a comatose state.
But even so, its huge body was still guarding Ye Feng's surroundings, like a strong backing. No matter what happened, nothing would happen to Ye Feng.
Ye Feng looked at this scene, and felt pain in his heart.
Previously, the power of the Dark Thunder Hammer was too overbearing, sending him and the Black Qilin into the abyss of hell.
Along the way, he passed through layers of hell, and the impact on his body was so huge.
However, Ye Feng was not seriously injured.
He is protected by the black unicorn, and he also has protective means such as Wanlong armor, so the destructive power suffered by his body is no longer so terrible.
But the black unicorn is different.
The black unicorn has just woken up, and its strength has not yet recovered in all aspects. In addition, it directly uses its physical body to fight against the dark thunder hammer. You can imagine how terrible the power it has endured.
"Hell Messenger, hateful Hell Messenger, one day I will definitely kill you to vent the hatred in my heart!"
Ye Feng was extremely angry. The black unicorn became like this, all thanks to the messenger from hell.
He had already sworn in his heart that he would not kill the messenger of hell, and that he would not be a human being.
Otherwise, he would feel guilty and would never be able to let go of today's scene.
"Hei Qilin, although you are usually unforgiving, you treat me sincerely. I have never doubted this. I am really sorry that you have just woken up and put you in this situation again. I, Ye Feng, am sorry for you.
, but don’t worry, I will get back this debt from the hell messenger sooner or later!”
Ye Feng moved his body with difficulty, and at the same time checked Hei Qilin's injuries, and found that the latter's injuries were recovering rapidly. The meridians, bones, and flesh and blood in his body were all being repaired in a regenerative state.
Black Qilin is immortal. He knew it when he fought against Di Cang on the Immortal Demon Island. Now, under the power of the Dark Thunder Hammer, he was seriously injured and it was only a matter of time before he recovered.
Soon, after about half a stick of incense, Black Qilin gradually regained consciousness.
This time he was under the power of the Dark Thunder Hammer, which was not as harmful as what Emperor Cang had done to him in the past, so he recovered very quickly.
Until this moment, his eyes slowly opened, his breath began to change, and his huge body began to shrink, returning to his usual appearance.
"Nono's..." He just woke up and started to curse: "A little messenger of hell dares to be so presumptuous in front of Grandpa Hei. It's really annoying. If Grandpa Hei hadn't recovered his strength, don't call him a hell."
Even if there are ten or a hundred messengers, Grandpa Hei can swallow them in one bite!"