2282. Chapter 2282 Thirty-three days of vines returning to Hei Wu Hell
Hell, a world of eighteen levels of hell where kings stand side by side and rule the world.
This is a ruin, an ancient ruin. It is unknown why it was formed, and there are signs of collapse everywhere.
Deep in the ruins of an ancient city, perhaps it was buried too deeply by the ruins. It was almost entirely dark, but at the end of the darkness, there were streaks of lightning flashing.
The thunder light is inside an ancient seal.
On the outside of the seal, I saw the "slave" following the clone, sitting cross-legged on top of the barrier, with his hands clasped together, and a lightning talisman trembling slightly in the palm of his hand.
I don’t know how powerful I am, and my whole body is releasing an ancient aura.
In the thunder space, it turned out to be an ancient time and space, with a large number of thunder talismans floating everywhere, filled with the power of the infinite eight desolate sun and moon divine thunders.
Because this is the time and space where the Dark Thunder God's inheritance is located.
The Dark Thunder God is one of the ancient masters of hell. The time and space he left behind is naturally extremely mysterious and powerful.
Tsk!
Countless lightning talismans suddenly buzzed, and indestructible lightning flashed from the talismans. The lightning rays merged together, making the entire space suddenly become like daylight.
"Senior Dark Thunder God!"
In the center of time and space, on a thunder altar, the clone sat cross-legged in mid-air, continuously releasing the infinite eight desolate sun and moon divine thunders, forming a dark thunder god throne at the lower end.
As he formed the seal, countless lightning talismans suddenly exploded, and the world completely turned into lightning energy, which began to flow into the clone.
"My successor!"
At the same time, a giant black-armored shadow slowly appeared in mid-air.
The giant shadow became clearer and clearer, filled with the aura of the soul. In the ancient thunder light, a middle-aged man in his forties strode out. He was dressed in black armor and looked like the ruler of hell. His eyes were filled with the power to dominate the sky.
This is one of the ancient masters of hell, the Dark Thunder God!
His will kept staring at the clone below: "My inheritor, I have been waiting for many years, and you are finally here. Get my power. My Wuji Eight Desolate Sun and Moon Divine Thunder came from the time when hell was first born.
Born from the power left by the first heavenly thunder, condensed by the ancient Pluto, this king was finally born. I am one of the origins of hell. Inheriter, you have received the inheritance from me. I hope you will also
You will gain the inheritance of Hell and lead Hell into a new era!"
"And the era you are in should be the last era. The great catastrophe of heaven is about to come. The number of life wheels in a cycle of chaos will start from the end of this era. Whether it will be destruction or hope, no one can control it, not the ancient Pluto.
, not even the ancient gods of the God Realm!"
"When I fell, I seemed to be influenced by the will of chaos, leaving a legacy in the dark. I don't know if it was you who made hell move towards hope, but I hope it was you. Relax, now I will focus on my lifelong practice.
The magic power, as well as the original power of hell, will cleanse your body and reshape the true throne of darkness!"
The Dark Thunder God said vaguely, and then without allowing the clone to react, he put his hands together, and the entire ancient shadow turned into streaks of thunder.
The thunder light began to absorb all the power of this time and space, and gradually condensed a throne that looked like hell below the clone. Then, above the clone, a lightning beam of light appeared. This beam of light was condensed from countless totems of the Sun and Moon Gods of the Eight Desolations.
Successfully, as the avatar raised its head, the light beam continued to fall down.
"Old Master..."
outside space.
When Nu saw the scenes happening in the space, he knew that the will of the Dark Thunder God still gave the power of inheritance to the clone, which would disappear forever, and there would no longer be a Dark Thunder God in the world.
A tear welled up in the slave's eyes at this moment.
"Senior Dark Thunder God, don't worry. As the inheritor, I will try my best to lead hell to a new era..."
The beam of light continuously penetrates into the clone's eyebrows, merging inch by inch. The clone's body has already shot out the dazzling Wuji Eight Desolations Sun and Moon Divine Thunder. Every long hair can kill the Yuanshi God. At the same time, in the clone's eyes,
On the skin, many thunder moons formed by the sun and moon divine thunders of the Eight Desolations of the Infinite Desolation appeared.
These thunder moons are as black as a whole, just like the moon in hell, and they not only begin to flicker and merge, forming layers of wonderful ancient divine light of the thunder moon.
Until the beam of light completely merged with the clone's eyebrows, the thunder gradually disappeared, and the clone sat on the real throne of darkness, as if he was the master of hell back then.
"With this throne, Great Emperor Green Fire, even if I don't use the power of Thirty-three Heavenly Vine, you can't kill me. You are just one of the current masters, and you cannot compare with the ancient masters of the past in any aspect.
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The clone slowly opened his eyes, and all the breath disappeared. He touched the throne of darkness and swept the surroundings with a hint of scornful light. The thunder power of the entire space was actually sucked into his eyes.
Time and space disappeared, and the slave slowly walked over and bowed to the clone: "Congratulations to the master on getting the old master's inheritance. It won't take long for the master to merge and gradually reach the old master's strength. At the beginning, except for the ancient Pluto, he was the first person in hell.
A strong man, the master of the era where my old master was, they are all invincible existences!"
"Slave, follow me to the black hell!" The clone flew up instantly.
After the slave nodded, the gate of hell was condensed. The two stepped into it, and the time and space completely collapsed and turned into ruins.
After more than a dozen breaths, the two of them appeared in a dark world without matter and life. It was so humid here that all the energy from hell turned into atomization.
Could this be the shore of the underworld?
No, this is a hell time and space deeper than the Shore of Death.
The slave stared at the surrounding space in confusion: "Master, what are you doing in the Black Hell? This is already an ancient hell time and space beyond the eighteenth level of hell. The former ruler of the ancient Pluto established the eighteenth level of the world in hell, but
The eighteen levels of hell are only part of the time and space of ancient hell, so this black hell is a place where ordinary hell monks cannot adapt to practice!"
"You go back first!" The clone just nodded slightly.
The slave asked no more questions, bowed and disappeared.
At this moment, two beautiful figures walked out of the darkness in front of nothing: "Miss, is it the powerful senior slave who once followed the Lord of Dark Thunder God, or is it the Great Emperor who started the prairie fire?"
The two beautiful figures are Qing Ming and Ling'er.
Ling'er held Qing Ming's arm and glanced at the clone ghostly. Qing Ming shook his head and said: "Your question is really boring. I think it is true if you practice hard. With your strength, you should have surpassed the Qinghuo Prairie Emperor.
, but you have been lazy!"
The three people met in the void, and the clone saluted: "Miss!"
Ling'er rolled his tongue at the clone, and Qing Ming looked down: "This black hell is beyond the eighteenth level of hell. There is an ancient land below. Legend has it that it is the place where the Thirty-three Heavenly Vine grows. Are you really
Are you planning to re-plant the Thirty-Three Heavenly Vine here?"
"The Thirty-Three Heavenly Vine can no longer continue to grow in my body, otherwise it will completely drain my energy. Only hell can it thrive!"
"But can you control it? Once planted in hell, you give it freedom!"
"That's no problem. The Thirty-Three Heavenly Vine, myself and myself have already merged their wills and flesh and blood. Even if he wants to get out of my control, it's not easy. It can't live without me, and I can't live without it!
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"Then you go down alone. The Thirty-Three Heavenly Vine will recognize you. It is difficult for us to enter the place where it grows!" Qing Ming said simply, and flew upwards with Ling'er.
The clone watched Qing Ming leave, and immediately formed a seal. Some dark green roots grew on the fingertips of his hands, and then he jumped down into the bottomless black abyss of hell.
Eighteen levels of hell.
Qing Ming and Ling'er passed through the barrier and returned to the eighteenth level of world time from the Black Hell. Ling'er said solemnly: "Miss, Qing Huo came to Ling'er not long ago. He said that the current masters of hell,
I can’t wait any longer. I heard that those people’s plans are going very smoothly in the fairy world and the divine world. They have their people or forces in both worlds. If the young lady no longer ascends the throne, they will take action against the two worlds at any time!"
Qing Ming's clear face showed no expression as she asked coldly: "Did Qing Huo mention the detailed plans of those masters?"
"I think Qinghuo doesn't want to say more. After all, he is also one of the masters and cannot act alone. Miss, Qinghuo has been admiring you all these years. If he hadn't been between us and the masters, with the combined power of those masters,
You can enter the shore of death and wake up the lady by force!"
"Do you have to force me to make a choice?"
"Young lady must either ascend the throne, or hand over her power in front of the countless masters of the eighteen levels of hell..."
"Is it true that I am blocking the development of Hell alone? If we seize the God Realm, we can have the Fairy Realm. But since ancient times, there have been countless wars, and neither Hell nor the God Realm has destroyed the other. Instead, it has brought devastation to both worlds. Is it possible?
There is only war between hell and the gods? Is it impossible to calm down?"
"Ling'er can't answer this question..."
"Father, the hell you created must not be destroyed by your daughter's hands..."
It was as if the wheel of reincarnation had combined Qingming and Hell and could no longer separate them, forcing her to make a choice when the wheel of life opened.
Qing Ming stared at the land of hell with sparkling tears. The ancient Pluto created hell in the first place to avoid disputes and the struggle for power in the divine world. He wanted to build a peaceful place at the end of this world where no one is willing to survive.
He did it, and the eighteen levels of hell were established. Maybe when it was first established, hell was peaceful. It was a dark heaven and holy place, but now...
Black no hell!
A vast land that seems to be swallowed up by moist dark matter, as if it is about to be swallowed up by the moist world.
This land is so vast that it transcends the eighteen levels of hell. This was once a world that even the ancient Pluto could not create or control.
It is also the end of hell that no hell monk can reach except for the powerful ruler of hell like the ancient Pluto.
The clone landed on the moist ancient land. He had already sensed the same breath of life as the Thirty-Three Heavenly Vine. After absorbing it for a while, he opened his mouth and sprayed it out, and a strong tree of life slowly flickered out.
"Buzz buzz..."
Before the Thirty-three Heavenly Vine fell to the ground, Black Wu Hell began to buzz, and then trembled violently, as if Black Wu Hell was about to collapse.
Not only that, the boundless Eighteenth Level of Hell also began to shake. It only lasted for a few breaths and then ended. However, this sudden vibration of the heaven and earth caused countless hell giants to wake up and release their wills one after another. It was different in the Eighteenth Level of Hell.
Time and space, looking for the source of turmoil.
It's a pity that they are not the ancient Hades, and their will cannot come to this black hell. If the giants of hell are informed that the disappeared Thirty-Three Heavenly Vine has returned to hell, it will bring about earth-shaking changes to hell and the world of gods.