It was as if he had experienced a cruel dream. Although he was conscious when he woke up, his eyes were full of desolation. Thinking of his original intention of coming here, Shao Kefan smiled awkwardly. Could it be that this was what he had to go through to enter hell?
Is it the first calamity? After you get through it, will it no longer hurt if it comes again in the future?
He practiced some exercises and adjusted his breath, regaining a lot of strength. He looked at the Ling Shuang flowers on the ground, sighed deeply, and then walked towards the direction of the stone gate.
After passing through a winding stone road, the picture I saw last time using my dark eye appeared before my eyes: countless stalactites hanging from the top of the huge space, occasionally dripping a few cold water drops, falling to the white mist-shrouded bottom and disappearing.
A light pontoon bridge in the middle is motionless, with countless pillar peaks protruding nearby, and low trees clinging to it. The greenery is graceful and has a unique charm.
Shao Kefan squinted his eyes to admire it, and suddenly remembered that she and that person must be cuddling up in this place to watch the scenery. His heart sank, and he didn't want to look anymore. He flew across the pontoon and came to the vicinity of the stone gate.
What catches the eye in the center of the stone door is the golden concave talisman to lead to prison. It is painted with complicated patterns, and the characters are curved like swimming tadpoles. It is strange and eerie. This talisman seems to be made of iron and melted into the stone door. The heavy candle is in
A spell has been cast on the talisman, and only mortals who have opened the eyes of the underworld can see it. Since ancient times, apart from those who practice miraculous powers, the only mortal who has opened the eyes of the underworld is the Cang Teng King. This requires not only the master's Taoist skills, but also the master's skills.
It is also required that the person whose eyes are opened has extremely high martial arts skills and a strong will, otherwise, even if the eyes are opened reluctantly, he will die from exhausting his mental power.
Shao Kefan took out the convex prison talisman from his arms, fitted it into the concave part and stuck it on it. Immediately, the golden light flourished, covering a large space. Although the thick stone door was close to the ground, it opened silently, waiting to be opened.
When only one person was allowed to enter the gap, it closed towards the cave wall again. Shao Kefan quickly ducked in. At the same time, the golden light suddenly disappeared, the stone door was tightly closed, and the cave returned to its usual clarity.
Everything that comes into view is pitch black, and the color is much darker than the evil spirits that accumulated above the Yiwei Palace that night. I don’t know how thick it is, like a black stomach that can digest and absorb everything in the universe. Time is
It seems to be still here, and there is no flow at all.
Shao Kefan's pupils and the skin all over his body contracted to the tightest, his ears quickly listened to all possible sounds, his dark eyes that could capture ghosts and ghosts looked around, and his hand secretly clenched the Xuelin knife. After confirming that it was safe, he moved forward.
forward.
Being here is equivalent to being blind, unable to see where the road is. He stretched out one foot first, and the foothold seemed to be supported by the air of nothingness. There was no real path, but the person would not fall. He took a few tentative steps to the left and right.
, unexpectedly found that stepping on the level of a trustee, it seemed to be a rigid gas that was injected with power.
Shao Kefan moved slightly, his heart moved, and he pulled out the Snow Lin Sword. A light but sharp red light flashed, illuminating the space within ten feet, gradually thinning outward at the edge. However, only the light was visible, not it.
Objects, even if you lower your head and look at your feet, you will see nothingness, no different from other directions. This is no different from pitch black, and may also arouse the alert of foreign objects. Shao Kefan put his sword into its sheath and flew forward.
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The reason why I just tested whether there is a way is to see if there is a special direction to hell and whether there is a place to stay when the unexpected happens. Now it seems that as long as you move forward, you will definitely be able to reach it. There is no need to worry about the latter problem. Besides, mortals
The way to enter hell is different from that of supernatural ghosts. Furthermore, he learned from Chong Zhukou that he is the only mortal who has ever opened the dark eye. That stone door has been covered in dust for an unknown amount of time. Hell should not be easy to detect, but his body and mind are still always on guard.
Status, beware of unexpected events that may come at any time.
Jue Che's hand trembled, and the Microscopic Mirror chased the man and opened the stone door. His figure was no longer seen, as if a feather floated into the night. No matter how he chased, it was to no avail. Finally, with some disappointment, he withdrew the Microscopic Mirror and waited.
Observe again after some time.
Shao Kefan, you are indeed here! Ha! A hundred years later, without reincarnation, without reincarnation, fighting for the power to rule hell, without birth or death, no longer a human being, with a sonorous oath, with endless deep love, do you think that hell is so
Easy to get into? Is this deity so easy to destroy? It's easy to die once, but it's even more difficult to die again. Just because of this, they are not in the same position.
The sinister laughter kept echoing in his belly, and his cold eyes showed a look of cruelty and expectation, but mixed with a hint of pain that was difficult to conceal.
When Shao Kefan used the invisibility technique to leave the palace, he had a panoramic view of everything he had done, especially the scene with Ling Shuanghua. When he leaned over and slapped the bed, the Lingshuang flowers all over the bed looked like white butterflies, or pairs of flowers.
Spreading their wings and flying, or falling together to make mud, no matter what the situation is, they are always together and never leave.
Seeing the grief-stricken look of his enemy, he should have temporarily relieved his hatred, but he could not laugh at it at that time. He only felt that the few flowers that decorated the cave had also hurt him. Looking at the half-dried state of the flowers, he thought they were
Jian Xin just brought it out from the Yanmiao Garden of Cang Teng Palace a few days ago. He spread the two beds evenly, leaving the cave full of cold fragrance.
She missed Qin so much. How deep was her love for her during those three years? However, Qin had been sent to the Fire City of Purgatory. He and his wife in the living world faced each other every day and talked to each other, as if they were in love with each other.
He was probably getting further and further away from her. A sense of pleasure arose in his heart, which mixed with his previous emotions, creating a mixed feeling.
Although he was dead, he lived like a living person, his hatred and desire not diminishing at all. He had been in seclusion for three years. Although he was as indifferent as ever, he had not learned the indifference of worldly things, but he suppressed everything more deeply and restrainedly.
Deep down in my heart, I am always ready to use the laws of hell to settle grudges and personal enmities.
Shao Kefan flew for about an hour, and finally a bright light appeared in front of his eyes. It was so bright that it was blinding. There was no chaotic transition zone. The white light at the black edge was already strong. When he was close to the white light, he paused briefly and made sure.
Only when there was any danger did he pass through. As soon as his body was submerged in the light, the still light seemed to be stirred and rotated around him. He was carried forward quickly, and as he was performing martial arts, his speed was much faster, as if he was being pushed.
Travel through a beam of light extending forward.
Too bright light equals darkness. He had to close his eyes, but his ears were extremely sensitive. The ethereal dark eyes hidden in his mind opened, alert to the surroundings. The dark eyes did not respond to the stimulation of strong light, but they could only see.
I saw a bright light shrinking and rotating.
Half an hour later, there was still a vast expanse of white ahead, but there was a swirling mist, which was extremely dense, making it impossible to see the faint scenery on the other side. The stars in Shao Kefan's eyes lit up, and when he reached the edge of the white mist, the white light suddenly appeared.
Holding it back, his body suddenly felt a little heavier, and he secretly raised his strength, and his figure was instantly swallowed up by the thick fog.
It was blurry and unclear, as if walking through a wall of infinite thickness of fog. I could only vaguely smell a faint fragrance, I don’t know where it came from, I don’t know why it arose, with a breath of death, like
Presence and absence.
Shao Kefan's heart touched, as if he was born with it. The scent fit him perfectly, and there was some connection between him. He took a closer look with his nose and found that the main scent of light fragrance was not far ahead, seeming to pull him.
He was anxious to know what it was, so he speeded up. As the thick fog gradually faded, dots of reddish color appeared, like flowers of blood floating in the fog. For some reason, he felt that the fragrance was particularly familiar and friendly.
It was still light, but the smell of rotten soil was getting stronger and stronger. The plants seemed to be growing on the mashed corpses. Although he didn't feel chilly, he still felt strange.
The mist became thinner and thinner, and the leafless flower branches spread out. Five or six bright red flowers were pulled out from the top of the graceful stems. The petals were inverted lanceolate and curled backwards, as if they were sinking into a pool of blood.
The man raised his twisted hand toward the sky, using his arm as a flower stalk and bending his fingers downward into strange flowers, which seemed to imply the futility of asking for help.
Shao Kefan recognized that this was Manzhushahua, the flower of hell. He heard Jian Xin talk about the underworld in her place. Manzhushahua bloomed on the Huangquan Road. After death, it is not like here where ghost messengers are responsible for bringing back the body of the ghost.
With the guidance of flowers, you can lead to the Hell of the Netherworld on your own. However, the Manzhu and Shahua in the underworld of the wilderness are blooming on the way to hell for strangers. Why is this? Is it just an embellishment? Most mortals
There is less access to hell, and there is almost no appreciation, so what is there to decorate? It is better to drive on Yichuan Road...
The mist receded quickly behind it, and it finally became clear. Manzhushahua spread endlessly to the front, and then spread to both sides, as if red flames were burning, making the red dress even more brilliant, as if it was held up by a blazing fire.
The king of Manzhushahua is coquettish but harmonious.
Shao Kefan's heart ached, and the distant familiarity became stronger and stronger. Why is this happening? Does he have anything to do with this place?
"Sand." There was a soft sound, and he was slightly startled. He pressed the Xuelin knife fastened to his waist, but he saw that the Manzhushahua under him fell down one after another, and soon they were all prostrate, like thousands of people kneeling in worship, with flower petals.
His position is the center, forming a circle of rippling concentric circles, and as his figure moves, he repeats the movements of standing up and crawling, making a "rustling" sound, maintaining the same shape.
Wherever they pass, the concentric circles are constantly changing, moving forward, and rolling, like nested wreaths. The person in the center condenses the breath of death together and becomes the object of their worship.
Realizing that these spiritual flowers were not malicious, Shao Kefan looked at his feet with some curiosity. Did these flowers know that he was the King of Humans? He stopped in mid-air, as if he had not abolished the kneeling ceremony, spread his hands flat, and raised his fingers together.
Roll, "sand", the Manzhushahua that happened to be crawling down made a louder noise, suddenly stood up, and no longer fell down, as if countless pairs of red eyes were looking up at him.
The breath of ** blended with the faint fragrance, and it lingered. Shao Kefan finally knew that the decaying smell came from the roots of Manzhushahua. Just now, during the continuous ups and downs, part of the roots of Manzhushahua was partially exposed through the fallen petals of the plant.
, strong and pale, like carrot whiskers, and more like the face of a dead person without features. At that time, the smell of decay was the strongest, giving him a feeling of suffocation.
The original intention of coming to hell this time reminded him all the time, and he had many questions in his mind, but he did not delay for a moment. Manzhu Shahua stopped and continued to fly forward, no longer greedy for the alluring and familiar scenery everywhere.