Chapter 1624: The Real Underworld
In myths and stories, there are eighteen floors of hell, and each floor has a palace of Hades.
Actually no, it is just one level, a very special space world among the Three Realms, where most souls go. After all, there are very few souls who can pass the tests and enter the Hall of Valor of the gods.
It is located at the bottom of the holographic map of the Three Realms, but it is not displayed on the map. On the holographic map of the Three Realms, it and the square box space above the sacred mountain are almost like a north pole and an south pole, with one at the top and one at the bottom. At the same time, it is also a relationship of extremes, one at the highest level and the other at the lowest level. But whether it is the highest-level rune space or the lowest-level underworld, it is invisible. If you don't go after death, you can only enter through special channels.
Ma Mian took Ning Tao there once before, and he wasn't even a fairy at that time.
More than a thousand years have passed. I wonder if the horse face is still there?
I don't know if that guy will continue to work as a ghost messenger, or if he has been reincarnated.
Perhaps because of this thought, Ning Tao used the seal of the Three Realms to open the passage to the underworld, and the intervention point was exactly where Ma Mian's home was.
Coming out of the energy channel, there is a blood-colored sea oncoming, like a wave of blood gathering towards the shore wave after wave, with a foul smell. This glance gave Ning Tao a sense of deja vu. He turned around and saw a huge citrus tree coming into his sight again. There is a yard behind the citrus tree, with blue bricks and yellow tiles, which looks rather elegant.
That citrus tree is the citrus of Yin Kai Bao Huang Quan.
That courtyard is Ma Mian's home. Ning Tao doesn't remember whether it used to be a hut or a stone house. It is normal for Ma Mian to renovate the house in a thousand years.
"That's... Huangquan Tangerine?" Wu Yue also saw it.
Ning Tao nodded: "Yes, that is the Huangquan orange tree, and I planted that tree."
"You planted it?" Wu Yue was not surprised when she saw such a big Huangquan citrus tree, but she was surprised when Ning Tao said that he planted it.
Ning Tao said: "I gave horse noodles a thousand years ago, and I don't know that he is now..."
Before he finished speaking, a woman opened the door in the green brick and yellow tile yard, wearing a white hip-wrapping skirt, red high-heeled shoes, and a tight black T-shirt. It's just that the face has obviously undergone plastic surgery, not to mention an existence of Ning Tao's level, even ordinary people can see it.
In the eyes of the God of Sending Son,
No matter how beautiful the plastic surgery is, it is just a vulgar and vulgar fan, which cannot be seen by him.
"Who are you, and what do you want to do? I warn you, if you dare to take Huangquan Citrus's idea, then you will die, Smecta." The female ghost spoke, and it turned out to be Gao Li.
Wu Yue frowned, and was about to reach out to pat it.
She is the god of death now, she slapped her, not to mention this little female ghost, even a ghost king, she would have to be slapped out of her wits.
Ning Tao grabbed her hand: "The horse face helped me, this female ghost may be his wife, please spare her life."
Wu Yue said: "For your sake, I will spare her once, but you are my Lord God, and I am the child's Father God, and the underworld I rule does not allow any disrespect to you. "
This is overbearing, but she is absolutely qualified to say that, because she is indeed the god of death, the ruler of the underworld, and the king of ghosts will kneel down when he sees her.
Even if the Goryeo female ghost couldn't see the halos on the two gods, she couldn't feel the divinity and power, but she could understand the conversation between the two gods. As a result, when Wu Yue said this, she was stunned for a moment, and then fell to her knees on the ground with a plop.
"Are you two... gods?" The voice of the Goryeo female ghost trembled violently.
Ning Tao said: "I am the co-lord of the three realms, and standing beside me is the god of death, I have a little friendship with Ma Mian, where is he now?"
The female ghost of Gaoli said tremblingly: "I, I, and I are the housekeeper concubine of the horse-faced ghost king, and he is the Yindu ghost king... Go west, and you will be there in a hundred miles."
After saying this, the ground where she was kneeling was wet, and she was so scared that she peed.
"Let's go, this female ghost is... the smell is terrible." Wu Yue looked disgusted.
If Ma Mian was at home, Ning Tao would stay and chat for a few words, reminiscing about the past, and then give Ma Mian a good luck or something. But he didn't expect that this time, Ma Mian was no longer the little ghost messenger back then, but the king of ghosts.
The God of Songzi has sat on the throne of the supreme god king for a thousand years, and he has been bored for a thousand years. Can a little ghost become a ghost king through his own efforts and struggle? Perhaps, the Huangquan tangerine that Ning Tao gave Ma Mian back then played a vital role.
A golden god cloud appeared at the feet of Ning Tao and Wu Yue, and then flew to the west carrying the two great gods.
A hundred miles passed in an instant.
That Yindu is a square city, and the moat around it is filled with scarlet blood, which smells fishy. There are not many buildings in the city, and there is a temple that looks like a temple in the center of the city. It must be the Yin Palace of the horse face. The Koryo female ghost who guards the house of his hometown should be his favorite person, otherwise he would not guard such an important Huangquan citrus tree.
Except for a few buildings in the middle of the city, there are no other buildings in the city, but some are deep pits, fire oil pools, iron cages, gallows and so on. As for the square city wall, there are hundreds of wooden stakes standing on it, and people are nailed to the wooden stakes. There are ghost messengers peeling skins, ghost messengers gouging out eyes, ghost messengers sawing legs, and some floating in kerosene...
On a main road, a long queue was heading for Yindu City. The ghost messenger who was on the way was riding an old ox. He also had a bull's head on his head, with two curved horns on his head. However, what he held in his hand was not a weapon to deter ghosts, but a music player, and a pair of earphones were plugged into his ears.
That should be the bull-headed ghost messenger, the ghost came from the mortal world and was sent to Yindu for interrogation. It's just that the player in his hand and the earphones on his ears destroy the harmony of the picture, but they remind people that this is the modern underworld, not the underworld in those fairy tales.
Ning Tao originally wanted to meet Ma Mian, but when he saw the ghosts being tortured in Yindu City, he felt a little sick to his stomach, so he didn't want to go.
"Why, don't you want to go in and have a look?" Wu Yue said. Her reaction was quite normal. She was a decisive woman who fought the world in time and space in the past, and the bloody things she experienced were probably more terrifying than this hell, so she didn't react in the slightest.
Ning Tao said: "I thought about it, and I decided not to go. Those ghosts who are being tortured are all sinful people. They did bad things when they were alive, and they should suffer a little bit in the underworld after death. My Three Realms The co-lord has gone, and it would be inappropriate not to grant a pardon, so I will not go, so as not to pardon those sinful ghosts."
Wu Yue smiled: "You are really thoughtful, so where shall we go next?"
Ning Tao thought for a while and said: "I have been to this underworld once, but I only stayed in front of Ma Mian's house for a while. I didn't go far. It was the first time I saw this ghost town. I don't know how big this underworld is. Let's go How about a stroll?"
"Okay, I am the god of death, and I want to know how big my territory is." Wu Yue said.
The golden god cloud carried the two great gods and continued to fly westward.
There used to be a god of death in the underworld. Ning Tao vaguely remembered his name, Huang Quan, etc., but he couldn't remember clearly. That god of death was also on the prehistoric mountain, which was the conspiracy of Wuhe Himia. Now, the old heaven dies and the new heaven rises. Ning Tao became the co-lord of the three realms. He sits on the sacred mountain, and there will be gods who will continue to go to the sacred mountain to become new gods, and will also get the god of destiny. Wu Yue is an example. The former Grim Reaper died, and now she is here to take office.
When the golden cloud flew over Yindu City, the ghost soldiers and generals in the city roared excitedly, which actually overshadowed the screams of the whole city.
"Damn, what's going on?" Ma Mian ran out of a room in the ghost palace, wearing only a pair of shorts, with lipstick marks all over his face and body, and he didn't know what he had just experienced.
When he ran out of the door, he had just seen the golden cloud passing through the city, and his jaw almost fell to the ground in shock, but his reaction was not slow, he just knelt down after a moment of shock, shouting Said: "The ghost king of the Yin capital pays homage to the great god, please come down and talk about it."
Ning Tao heard this, and he replied: "Ma Mian, do you still remember me? I still have something to do, come and see me later."
This sound was like a divine bell ringing, mighty and mighty.
All the ghost soldiers, ghost generals, ghost messengers and ghosts in the whole city were frightened. Even those ghosts who were being tortured and screaming just opened their mouths wide and did not make a sound.
"This voice...is so familiar, but why don't I remember what other gods I know?" Ma Mian said to himself, feeling confused.
Of course he remembered Ning Tao, and every time he ate Huangquan tangerines, he had to say goodbye to Brother Ning, but he never dreamed that Ning Tao would become a fairy, become a god, and finally become the co-lord of the Three Realms. Therefore, he couldn't guess who the great god standing on the golden cloud was.
The golden cloud traveled westward for thousands of miles, and saw several ghost cities along the way.
There is a ghost town that is still dominated by white people. The ghost soldiers, ghost generals and ghost messengers in the city are all white, and the people who are tortured are also white. There are few dark black brothers, soaking in the oil pan, it is not easy to see people .
It is also strange that the weapons that the white ghost soldiers and ghost generals in that white ghost city are actually modern weapons, such as long guns and short guns, cannons and tanks, give Ning Tao the feeling that it is like a military base in the lighthouse country thousands of years ago.
Of course, that ghost city cannot be the military base of the Lighthouse Kingdom, which has been dead for a thousand years.
In fact, no matter whether it is to use a sword or a shield, or to use a spear to drive a tank, those things are all burned down in the sun. If there is a war in the underworld, then you have to use magic weapons, and nuclear bombs won't work. Besides, I'm afraid there are no family members of the deceased who burn nuclear bombs for the deceased relatives, right?