In the center of the Great Martial Arena, the girl who had opened the Path of Fire was seriously injured and looked a little embarrassed, but her unyielding eyes were like the sun, shining with divine light.
Ling Luo slowly reached out with a hand, and a huge black formation with a radius of dozens of meters appeared above her head.
The ancient formations were slowly rotating, engraved with the ancient words of death in the underworld, and shimmering with a dark aura.
Ling Luo couldn't help but cough a few times, and blood kept dripping out like broken beads.
"Open it, the secret door of the underworld!"
Millions of Manzhu and Shahua pave the way to the underworld, shining with thousands of graces.
Black and red create a strong visual impact and a soul-stirring poignancy.
The Road of Fire is formed all the way into the air, stretching for thousands of miles. At the end of the Road of Fire, a mass of darkness gradually rotates and expands.
A long, white hand stretched out from the end of the dark sky, and then tore a hole in the sky.
The sharp sound of the sky being torn apart reached everyone's ears so clearly that their eardrums almost burst!
From the torn sky, a tall and handsome man walked out. The man had extremely fair skin and was wearing a black robe with bright red underworld runes engraved on it. The whole man looked evil and lazy.
But those red eyes were filled with a bad aura of death, and were extremely violent and cruel.
Pluto, Myeong Heechul, makes people think of a dead man at first glance.
He waved his long sleeves and his black robe fluttered, like the wings of death, swooping down in the direction of Ling Luo.
Deep fear flashed through Fan Xi's heart, and she quickly took a few dozen steps back.
This man is so terrible!
Ming Xiche finally landed in front of Ling Luo, with his hands crossed in front of his chest, the corners of his eyes raised slightly, and the expression on his face was obviously very unhappy.
Ling Luo lay on the ground, raised her hand to Ming Xiche, waved it gently, and said with a smile: "Hey, long time no see."
The veins on Ming Xiche's forehead suddenly popped out, and he stretched out one foot and stepped hard on Ling Luo's injured waist.
"Huh? Mansha, are you filled with shit in your head? You can't solve this problem with a fish, and you still want to summon me? How many times have I told you, what I hate the most is eating fish!"
"Ah, no, no!" Ling Luo's face turned pale and she wailed.
"You know it hurts now? Huh?" A very bad light flashed across Ming Xiche's face, and his red eyes were full of the pleasure of revenge, "You used to kick me like this, a total of 1,800 times.
Eighty-seven times, I remember it very clearly, hehehe!"
A row of black lines was drawn on Ling Luo's head.
How much does this guy hold a grudge?
Has she really had such a bad apprentice before? It is simply unimaginable!
"Hey, you said that I used to be your master, right? If you trample on your master like this, you will be struck by lightning from the sky!" Ling Luo raised his head and warned the naughty kid in front of him.
Ming Heechul paused on his feet, his beautiful brows furrowed, and after thinking for a while, he moved his feet back.
"You are too weak, it's embarrassing."
As he spoke, he leaned down, stretched out one hand, lifted Ling Luo's collar, and lifted her up very roughly, then took out an unknown pill from his sleeve and threw it into her