Ling'er pouted, like the only dark elf in this dark world.
"Will you take me to see the lady?"
The dark world gives people a never-ending illusion, and the clones and Ling'er also lose their meaning. A conversation is like a pair of old friends reminiscing about the past.
Ling'er nodded, and suddenly his arms drew a wonderful arc outwards. In the blink of an eye, he turned into a snow-feathered divine bird that was as graceful as a giant bird, and flew deep. The clone followed behind Ling'er, and there seemed to be more and more people in front of him.
A soft and twisted luster appeared.
Due to the arrival of the two of them, some energy began to float in the cold world. It turned out that the ice in these frozen spaces was as light as mist under Ling'er's control.
Gradually, a huge silver altar floated in the center of the world on the shore of the underworld.
This silver altar is about a hundred feet high. It is surrounded by many icicles transformed from the beasts of hell, holding the altar up high. On other icicles there are many prayers transformed from the beliefs of ancient gods. Everything is amazing before your eyes.
This altar seems to represent the entire hell.
There is an eternally frozen figure in the center of the altar. It looks like ice, like a shadow, and like fog, but it doesn't look like anything else. The power of that figure has caused all the energy in the shore of death to be controlled by him.
"Could this be..."
Staring at the somewhat blurry figure from a distance, the avatar's eyes suddenly trembled from being unwavering in the ancient well: "Will, the original will of hell is crying. I can hear countless ancient hell gods, all leaving their faith here, like that figure
Cry... There is only one person in the whole hell who has countless beliefs and the power of domination, the ancient Pluto!"
Ancient Pluto!
The person who created the eighteen levels of hell, the strongest among the ancient gods, was able to establish the eighteen levels of the world in the endless world of hell. This is such an unimaginable magical power.
After the fall of ancient times, was the ancient Pluto buried here?
The Snow-Feathered Divine Bird transformed into Ling'er's human form again, and asked in shock: "How did you know that this is the tomb of the ancient Lord Pluto?"
"Is there another person in this world who can be worshiped by the power of hell's faith?"
"I think it's the Thirty-three Heavenly Vine in your body. You feel the will of the ancient Pluto. It's trembling and uneasy, right?" Ling'er glanced at it, turned around and walked towards the altar in front of her. At this time, her voice gradually became...
Shen Shen: "The shore of the dead is a forbidden place for the gods of hell, because this is the cemetery of the ancient gods of hell, and it is also the tomb of the ancient Lord of Hades. From the death of the Lord to the present, no more than ten people have entered here.
, Lord Dark Thunder God is one of them!”
The clone followed Ling'er silently towards the altar. After half a stick of incense, he came under the altar. From here, he looked up at the statue. The clone's eyes suddenly stared at the figure in the center of the mausoleum. It seemed to be a middle-aged man.
The man was very calm, floating peacefully in the center of the tomb, wearing a dark robe condensed with the will of hell and the faith of countless giant gods. It looked like he was just sleeping, and it seemed that he could wake up at any time. The man was floating there, with hell all over his body.
The strong aura of the original will does not have any dominant aura, only the divine light of will.
Who would have thought that the ancient Pluto, who was famous in the divine world and established the eighteen levels of hell, would be such a middle-aged man!
After the clone was shocked, by carefully observing the appearance of the ancient Pluto, he found that Qing Ming was 67% similar to her. It was obvious that Qing Ming was the bloodline of the ancient Pluto.
For a long time, the clone was in shock, expressing heartfelt respect for the supreme master who established the eighteen levels of hell.
"The lady is right there..."
After Ling'er knelt down to the ancient Hades, he pointed to the back of the mausoleum.
The clone walked forward, and there was an independent frozen space behind the mausoleum. In the dark space, a lonely figure was lying on a cold bed, and outside the cold bed there were layers containing the will of hell.
The condensed defense is so sealed that even the Dark Thunder God might not be able to shake it.
Ling'er stepped forward step by step: "Miss has been sleeping there, hiding from the petitions of the giants of hell. Miss doesn't want to wake up. She hopes to stay here forever with the immortal Lord of Pluto, away from all the disturbances!"
"Um……"
The clone continued to walk towards the dark space, and when it came outside the space, it was blocked by the seal condensed by the will of hell.
The power of the will seal made the clone look a little embarrassed. Ling'er reminded: "I know that you have the Thirty-Three Heavenly Vine, which can have the same will as hell, but it is best to activate the soul mark left by the young lady and the ancient black ice art.
Only when the aura is approved by the lady's will can you enter it without disturbing the lady!"
"The Taikoo Xuan Bing Jue... Miss, according to the agreement I made with you back then, the person you hoped could wake you up again is me, and now I have fulfilled my promise and come here step by step..."
The clone released a stream of cold energy, closed its eyes slightly and walked towards the Hell Will Seal.
Shout!
As soon as he touched the seal of will, a destructive force immediately cut a blood mark on the clone's arm. When more power came in, all the power of will suddenly disappeared, and the clone smoothly stepped into the dark space.
.
In an instant, there was the familiar coldness again, and now it was a sad and dead silence.
Every step the clone took was heavy, and he walked step by step towards the floating and motionless ice bed. He gradually saw a woman in green robes, lying quietly on it.
Qing Ming!
"Miss!"
The clone came to the side and stared at the sleeping Qing Ming. A special breath of hell was released from him: "When I made a promise to you, he never thought that I would be born in this world, because I am now a third-year-old."
The real fusion of Thirteen Heavenly Vine, I realized the eternal darkness of hell from the sacred tree. I understand what hell is better than I do, so I came, because I understand you better than I do. From now on, let me be with you.
My will will always be here to accompany you!"
"you!"
Qing Ming, who was sleeping, felt the strange aura released by the clone. The ice around him began to burn, and many will seals were disappearing.
At this moment, Qing Ming slowly opened his eyes and stared at the clone with strangeness and surprise.
"Miss!" Ling'er appeared in a flash and hurriedly helped Qing Ming, who had just woken up. Tens of thousands of years later, but to her, it felt like she had slept for a while.
"Could it be that the person I'm really waiting for is you?"
Qing Ming has been staring at the clone: "The power of the Thirty-Three Heavenly Vine and the Divine Tree, a power that even my father cannot suppress, but now you have integrated it to this extent? You have the inheritance of the Dark Thunder God, and you also have
The inherited power from the God of Light in the Divine Realm, compared to your true self, you truly belong to hell. Only when you are recognized by the will of chaos can you get the Thirty-Three Heavenly Vine. You are my future in hell!"
The clone sighed: "I am also the controller of the will of the Thirty-Three Heavenly Vine!"
There was no smile on Qing Ming's face, and it was a little pale with less blood, but he smiled gently: "That's because he is also a person recognized by the will of chaos. My father and the God of Light are also such existences.
That’s why they can become the most powerful existence in this time and space. The will of hell represents the will of chaos. Now that I have chosen you, your future achievements will exceed those of my father. Now I understand why I saw you back then.
At that moment, I would feel an illusion of having the same origin, but I would be repelled by the inheritance power from the God of Light. Who would have thought that your deity would give birth to you through practice? This means that I am not the same as you.
My true self, because of the opposition between light and darkness, can never intersect? That’s why the will of chaos brought you into this world!”
"I don't know about this. There are only two people that are most important to me. One is me and the other is you. Probably because I have always brought the subconscious mind of coming to hell and awakening the young lady. With my birth, his kind
It’s deeply imprinted on my subconscious mind!”
"Buzz..."
Just as the clone finished speaking, a buzz suddenly appeared around Ling'er.
Ling'er immediately looked outside, and the clone also predicted that something was approaching. Before Ling'er could speak, Qing Ming nodded slightly: "He's coming!"
"Ling'er!"
A domineering young man's voice came from the outer cold space and time to this space.
Ling'er immediately turned around and shouted arrogantly: "Great Emperor Qing Huo Liao Yuan, please don't bring the condom here, my aunt will not accept your condom!"
Suddenly, a figure of the soul gradually descended outside: "Hmph, there was a strange aura entering the depths of hell just now. Was it you who brought it in? Do you know that except for giants like us, no one is allowed to step into the depths of hell?
The shore of Hades!"
This figure gradually became clearer, and it turned out to be the mysterious young man, Qing Huo, who destroyed the hell space and time with a single move in front of Ye Yun.
It's just that the green fire at this time is not as mysterious as it was then, because now he doesn't have to hide it, his aura is so powerful, and his whole body is filled with the aura of dominance.
The Qing Huo Yuan Great Emperor immediately frowned: "Did you bring that person into the space where the young lady is sleeping? Ling'er, bring this person out quickly, otherwise I will be rude to you!"
"Green Fire!"
Without waiting for Ling'er to respond, the avatar spoke, and took the initiative to release his soul, turning into a soul figure, flying out of the independent space, and immediately came face to face with the Green Fire Great Emperor.
Qinghuo was extremely shocked and swept away the clone: "It's a puny human being like you!"
The clone suddenly released an astonishing domineering force: "It's me. I'm indeed very insignificant. You, the Qing Huo Yuan Yuan Emperor, are the rulers of hell, and I'm just an ordinary monk. Naturally, I can't compare to you. I won't talk nonsense with you.
The purpose of my coming here is to protect the young lady. From now on, you and the giants of hell will not disturb the young lady when you step into this shore of death, otherwise don’t blame me for being rude!"
"You know that I am the ruler of hell, but you still dare to speak to me in this tone?" The Green Fire Plains Emperor was furious. He is the current giant of hell.
"Having said that, you'd better tell those giants that if the lady is willing to go out, she will naturally go out. If they come in again and again to disturb the lady, one day soon, I will make them suffer!"
"Whoosh!"
After the clone finished speaking, the residual image of the soul immediately fled to an independent space.
"You are looking for death if you speak out loudly!"
The Green Fire Plains Emperor suddenly grabbed it with one palm. Unfortunately, he underestimated the power of the clone. After grabbing it, there was nothing but the world in front of him that was independently sealed by the will of hell.
The power of this seal, not to mention a Green Fire Plains Emperor, even ten of him cannot shake it. This is the original power of hell, and he is just one of the giants of hell.
"Plop!"
At this time, no one could have imagined that the Qing Huo Liao Yuan Emperor, the majestic ruler of hell, would kneel down on his knees and kowtow to the independent space, regardless of his status, with slow respect on his brows.