Xia Mang was blasted into the gate of hell by You Wanxian's hell wheel. Then, the gate of hell suddenly closed and he actually disappeared, hiding in the void, with no trace left.
"Xia Mang was sealed into the gate of hell?!"
"No one can cross the gate of hell. I'm afraid Xia Mang really fell into trouble this time. He was sealed to death at the end of hell, with no way to survive..."
"Xia Shaohuang's great reputation has been ruined in one day." Someone said with emotion.
"Death in the hands of You Wanxian, the son of hell, is not considered an insult to him..."
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Everyone was shocked and in disbelief, and then sighed and sighed. After all, the gate of hell is too terrifying. It is difficult for living beings to cross, and there is no way to get in. Xia Mang was injured and was forcibly blasted in. His cultivation level was also greatly damaged. His fate is self-evident.
"Sealed into the portal of hell?" Qi Tianhan said to himself, looking confused. He felt that with Xia Mang's ability, this shouldn't be the case.
"Xia Mang!" Below, the white lake suddenly changed color, and he couldn't help shouting.
"Xia Mang from the Eternal Abandoned Land..." Luoyang said to himself, staring at a place behind You Wanxian, with the sun rising and falling in his deep eyes, and the light of his sword crashing into the sky, sharp and brilliant.
The young man with a lamp on his head watched all this indifferently, staying aloof from the incident.
Yin Luohan, Bai Luoqing, Ning Yuan, Demon Master, etc. had different expressions.
"It shouldn't be!"
In the distance, at the tail end of the Nine Dragons, Qin Tianlang's expression suddenly condensed, he shook his head and said to himself: "How could a mere fake portal to hell trap you?"
He felt that there must be another reason for this matter. Xia Mang should have been entangled by other people or things, and he was unable to escape quickly because of the fetters.
In fact, his guess was roughly correct, Xia Mang did encounter something unexpected.
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The door to hell was closed and it was pitch black. Xia Mang staggered and passed directly through the phantom. He barely stopped and turned his head to look behind.
"Buzz!"
The mole on his forehead glowed brighter and brighter, like a vertical eye, lighting up the front.
The beautiful shadows there are like light rain, disappearing piece by piece.
"Just an apparition?"
Xia Mang frowned. He always felt that something was wrong. He thought about it but had no clue. After a while, he had to give up. Then he waved the Qianqiu Sword, trying to open the door of hell and rush out.
Although the gate of hell is closed, it cannot stop him.
"Xia Mang..."
At this moment, a voice suddenly came from the distance. It was clear, soft, and clean without a trace of impurities. It sounded as beautiful as the sound of nature, causing Xia Mang's figure to freeze suddenly.
"This is... the voice of Lai Mingyue!"
Xia Mang's body froze slightly, and he recognized the voice of Tears for the Moon.
He turned around and looked into the distance. Through the diffuse green light, he saw a huge stone platform floating at the end of the portal. There seemed to be a faint shadow on the stone platform.
He didn't hesitate any longer and rushed out. About half a quarter of an hour later, he finally arrived in front of the stone platform.
This stone platform is completely black. It is just suspended there, silent, but it contains an invisible pressure. It is deep, vast, and boundless. The majestic aura rushes to the end of the portal, as if suppressing something.
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It was suspended there, silent and soundless, as if it had existed for thousands of years and was eternal.
"Buzz!"
Xia Mang's brows were filled with brilliance. He vaguely saw two large characters with iron paintings and silver hooks engraved on the stone platform. The pens were sharp and sharp, as if they were carved by heavenly knives. They were extremely sharp and frightening.
"Suppress the prison!"
The two words were like a big mountain, containing an inexplicable majestic charm. Xia Mang was frightened and couldn't help but take a step back.
"This should be the prison tower."
A slightly weak female voice came from the ancient stone platform, "Crush thousands of souls, slay evil spirits, and suppress the underworld. This is the ancient altar to suppress the fallen hell..."
Prison Tower!
Xia Mang looked at the beautiful figure on the prison platform, his clear eyes softened slightly, and said: "Mingyue."
The woman on the prison platform is the Weeping Moon.
Xia Mang jumped up, grabbed the ancient altar, held up the tearful moon, and asked: "How are you?"
"nothing."
Lei Mingyue shook her head slightly, indicating that she was okay. Her face was still a little pale. She had fainted inexplicably before, and when she woke up, she found that she was trapped on this ancient altar. As for what happened in the middle, she had no idea. No impression.
"Is it... a shadow?"
Xia Mang raised his eyebrows, "It seems that You Wanxian really has a relationship with the Tianying Sect..."
First, Jueying ambushed him, then Shadow Shadow intercepted him, and now Lei Mingyue was also suspected of being attacked by a shadow. The mastermind behind all this was You Wanxian. Obviously, You Wanxian had really hooked up with the Tianying Sect.
Otherwise, this dynasty of killers, known for their cold-bloodedness, would never help him like this.
"Tianying Sect!" Xia Mang's eyes flashed with cold light.
The two jumped off the ancient altar.
Xia Mang turned around and looked at the two words "Prison Suppression" that burned people's hearts.
"This should be the prison tower."
Lei Mingyue noticed Xia Mang's gaze and explained: "In the legend, the Fallen Hell is suppressed under the Prison Suppression Platform, sealing countless evil spirits. Once the Prison Suppression Platform is removed, the Fallen Hell will reappear in the world... …”
"Death to Hell?"
Xia Mang narrowed his eyes, looked at the ancient altar, and said to himself: "In this way, as long as this prison platform is removed, You Wanxian can truly communicate with the Nether Hell and control the power of hell. …”
The Gate of Hell is obviously just a portal. It may have some connection with Hell, but its power is limited. Now it seems that it is probably caused by this Hell Suppression Stone. It suppresses the entrance to Hell, making it impossible for You Wanxian to truly communicate with Hell. One day , once the Hell Suppressing Stone is removed, You Wanxian will be able to truly control the power of hell. By then, he will be a veritable son of hell!
"You Wanxian, the son of hell?"
Lai Ming Yue frowned, "Is this his natal magical power, the gate to hell?"
Xia Mang nodded.
"You Wanxian wants to remove the prison stone, which is extremely difficult. Even if he devotes all his life to it, he may not be able to do it... If his cultivation level is not at its peak, it is impossible to shake this ancient prison stone. Even the King of Netherworld may not be able to do anything about it."
The tearful moon also stared at the word "Prison Suppression", her beautiful eyes were clear, shining with the light of wisdom, and said to herself: "This is the legendary treasure made from the sacrifices of the Fourth Age. If you don't reach the top, you won't be the supreme, and you won't be able to snap your fingers." How can it be possible to shake the power of the Broken Star Sea?"
"Fourth Age?"
Xia Mang was startled. This was the first time he heard the term "Fourth Age".
"Penalty to heaven for six centuries, defeating reincarnation against the world!"
Lei Mingyue said softly: "Some people say that the so-called Six Chronicles is a strange book, not inferior to "Eternity". There are also rumors that the Six Chronicles refers to six people who once reached the sky and moved the earth, and were immortal and immortal... I prefer the latter. , that person in the Fourth Age is called 'Your Majesty'."