The Beyonder of Xingyue Gensokyo Chapter 1244

"hiss……"

Gu Mingjue gasped, she was shocked in place, unable to control her body, and slowly walked into the main hall...

The main hall is different from the Scarlet Devil Mansion. There is no throne that belongs to the King of the Red Moon directly opposite the door. There is nothing here, not even a single stone pillar.

The ground is paved with black and white stone bricks, and the orange red is like the faint light of the setting sun shining down from the top.

Gu Mingjue raised his head in a daze, and looked at the ceiling.

There are many stained glass windows inlaid around the ceiling and the hall, and the orange light shines from the ceiling. There are no plants that are unique to the old hell, but above the transparent glass windows, there is a flash of bright light. The large river of magma flows in a raging way, and the brilliance comparable to the setting sun is the reflection of the magma.

"Okay, so beautiful..."

Not only Gu Ming Jijue, but Yuzaoqian, and even Feiju were moved, looking at the great river of magma in the sky.

A faint radiance shines down from the painted windows and sprinkles on Gu Mingjue's body. The girl in pink is like a devoutly praying angel in a church, looking up at the glory of heaven, and then she slowly falls, and the last Peripheral vision brought to hell.

"I built this place."

Liang Yiluo took out Youyouzi's butterfly fan and opened it leisurely. The soul-returning butterflies of purple color dance lightly, showing a graceful figure under the setting sun formed by the magma.

"It used to be pure darkness here, and a strange creature was enshrined. It should be the 'god' of that strange race. The 'god' looks a little weird, and the body is transparent. I put that After the genocide was extinct, he also killed that 'god', and used his corpse to build these transparent windows, and finally broke through the five layers of hell here, changing the landscape, allowing the magma from the upper layer of hell to flow here, It will become what it is today.”

Liang Yiluo walked slowly to Gu Ming Dijue's side, and said quite proudly.

This beauty that perfectly combines light and darkness is already a kind of uncanny workmanship, just like the master level constructed by nature.

Gu Ming felt the person behind her, she leaned back, half leaned in Liang Yiluo's arms, raised her beautiful eyes to look at Liang Yiluo's smug smiling face, her little nose twitched and wanted to cry.

This time, it was not physically and mentally exhausted from being played by Liang Yiluo, but was moved from the bottom of his heart.

Chapter 0143 The ghost capital of the old hell

Ghost City, located in the penultimate layer of the old hell.

The temperature here is a bit high, which is not suitable for ordinary humans to survive, but for the ghost race, the temperature here is very comfortable.

Although the Old Hell has been divided into layers, the size of each layer is different, and the environment is not as good as it goes down. It is completely random. The Old Hell located on the third-to-last layer was not a particularly pleasant environment. It is a place suitable for monsters to live, but the ghost race is a bit strange, they are not content with pleasure, and an environment that is too comfortable will make them uncomfortable. This race that lives by fighting and drinking knows that long-term comfort, It will only make them die completely.

So after the ghost clan moved to the old hell, they chose such a place that was neither good nor bad. Originally, there were monsters entrenched here, but the ghost clan, like Liangyiluo, easily dismissed those monsters.

Outside the ghost capital is a building that looks like a torii gate of a shrine. If you cross over there, you will enter the territory of the ghost clan.

It is said to be 'du', but it is actually a village built by ghosts. They are not as ingenious as humans, and the houses they built are also somewhat unsightly. They are built in such a loose manner without any planning at all. In a clearing.

There are many monsters in the old hell, and there are naturally many strong ones. In addition, it has its own ecosystem, and there are too many ghosts after death, so most of the ghosts are actually not here, they wander here. Killing and fighting everywhere in the vast old hell, some defeated the enemy and returned to rest after feeling tired, while some fell while fighting the enemy.

Monsters cannot be afraid of death, and ghosts are even less afraid of death. To die in battle is the highest honor of ghosts.

Since the oni capital of the old hell was established, no outsiders have come here, but today, a figure stepped over the torii gate and entered the range of the oni clan.

"Master Liangyi, long time no see!"

The ghost city occupies a large area, but it is quiet and uninhabited. There are only a hundred ghosts in total. When most of them are not in the ghost city, there are not many people here.

A drunken ghost lay on the ground, his eyes lit up when he saw Liangyi, he jumped up and laughed.

Liang Yiluo remembered that this person was a member of the ghost clan who accompanied him to conquer Yuedu, and he could call the bold and proud ghost clan "Master". Apart from the ghost king, Liang Yiluo was the only one in this world.

With his hands behind his back, Liang Yiluo looked at the respectful ghost standing up from the ground, and asked, "Which ghost king is here now?"

"Ibuki-o is over there."

He pointed to a hillside in the distance.

"Why don't you let me take Master Liangyi there!"

This ghost clan with two horns on its head laughed loudly, and volunteered to ask Ying.

"Okay, then I'll thank you."

Liangyiluo nodded with a smile, he has a good impression of the ghost race, even the White Ghost Academy, he doesn't dislike it, the reason why the White Ghost Academy is angry with him is also Liangyiluo's own fault.

"Master Liangyi is not good at this. Like those humans on the ground, there are too many etiquettes."

The ghost clan complained, he raised his head and took a sip of the wine, before leading the way for Liang Yiluo.

This ghost clan is very talkative, Liang Yiluo didn't say anything, he just talked about the current situation in the ghost capital all the way without knowing it.

"Since the two ghost kings have left, there have been very few ghosts here. Some are in the old hell, and some are wandering around on the ground. According to what humans say, oh, oh, they are not connected!"

This male ghost thought for a while in distress before he remembered such a word.

Jinkara and Ibaraki Huashan practiced Buddhism and Taoism one by one. After leaving the ghost clan, there were only two remaining four ghost kings. Coming back here after going out for a hundred years, another ghost king is out wandering around.

The ghost clan is a master who can't be idle, so it is really difficult for them to stay in one place all the time.

And now, it was the time when Hoshiguma Yuki was not around.

"King Ibuki is at the top of the mountain, Mr. Liangyi, you can go there by yourself, I have to go out after drinking some wine."

Along the way, Liangyiluo only saw less than ten ghost clans. Except for certain days when the ghost clans would gather together, most of the time they acted alone.

"Also."

Liang Yiluo nodded, then started to climb up the low hillside.

There are no buildings on the top of the hillside, only a small figure lying on its side, looking at the distant scenery.

With long light brown hair and a pair of long and curved horns, the petite girl drank a sip of fine wine from the wine gourd at her waist from time to time, her drunken eyes seemed to fall asleep at any time.

"Cuixiang..."

Liang Yiluo slowly walked to Yibui Cuixiang's side, and looked into the distance together with her.

There is nothing there, an empty and boundless plain, but gazing into the distance does not make people feel depressed, but instead brings a sense of openness.

"Want to drink? Liangyi..."

Yibuki Cuixiang didn't get up, she raised the jug with a smile and toasted to Liangyiluo.

Liangyi Luo's heart moved, and he felt a special ability to force him to drink. He knew that this was the power of Ibuki Cuika, and he couldn't refuse as long as he toasted.

He didn't resist, but obediently took the jug that Cuixiang handed over, and looked at the little saliva on the mouth of the gourd. In addition to the mellow aroma of wine, there was also a girlish smell.

Yibuki Cuixiang didn't seem to know that her behavior was an indirect kiss, she just looked at Liangyiluo with a smile.

"Please!"