Chapter 1625: The Horse Face Story

The golden divine cloud flew and flew, but it couldn't reach the end of the underworld.

The underworld cannot be a planet, so it should be in the shape of a fairyland, like a huge world floating in the void. Perhaps like the sacred mountain, it is a huge and incomparable mountain. But Ning Tao flew down on the cloud, he estimated that it was the end of the fairy world, and he also flew there, but he couldn't fly to the end of the underworld at first.

Flying this way, there are only a few ghost towns, but there are many rolling mountains, boundless blood seas, and blood-colored swamps filled with thick fog.

"This underworld is really big, how can I manage such a vast territory?" Wu Yue sighed.

Ning Tao was puzzled and said, "Do you feel that something is wrong?"

"What's wrong?" Wu Yue asked back.

As far as this reaction, she obviously didn't know.

Ning Tao said: "With my current speed, I have also flown to the side of the fairy world. Can this underworld be bigger than the fairy world?"

"This... I haven't thought about it." Wu Yue also looked confused.

The golden cloud flew another distance, and a ghost town appeared in front of it.

A feeling of deja vu came over, Ning Tao stopped the golden cloud, fixed his eyes on it, and was stunned for a moment.

After flying around for a long time, he returned to Yindu Ghost City, the place where the Horse Faced Ghost King was.

Wu Yue said in surprise: "Ning Lang, that city...why did we fly back?"

Ning Lang, this is the night she called Ning Tao a thousand years ago in ancient New Delhi in the past time and space. Today, a thousand years later, she is still called Ning Tao. She is now fully qualified to be called Ning Tao's husband, husband or something, but she still likes this small and fresh title full of literary and artistic sense.

Ning Tao also likes it, because too many people call him Husband and Husband, and they don't even feel it.

But that's not the point, the point is that this long-distance flight actually made a detour to Yindu City.

"Could it be that you met the legendary road ghost?" Wu Yue added.

Ning Tao shook his head: "Definitely not, we made a mistake."

Why is the road ghost so awesome?

Even the co-lord of the three realms and the death god of the underworld dare to play with?

Wu Yue asked curiously, "What did we do wrong?"

Ning Tao was silent for a while before he said: "This underworld can't see anything on the holographic map of the Three Realms. It is very similar to the box space above the mountain. When I first went to that box space, it seemed to me It’s also boundless, but it’s actually not that big. I’m thinking, this underworld corresponds to that box space, which is at the lowest extreme, but could it be the same as that box space, which is actually not that big?”

Wu Yue said: "I haven't been to the box space you mentioned, but I think it's very possible when you say it like this. But why do we see everything normally, but come back again? It's okay if I can't see it. If it is said that the mana is superficial, but you are the co-lord of the Three Realms, if you can't see it, it would be a bit unbelievable."

Ning Tao thought for a while and said, "When you crossed the divine calamity, you should have obtained a seal of destiny, or a spell. What is that, show me."

Wu Yue then stretched out her right palm, and a Dharma seal slowly emerged in her palm.

The seal is like a six-sided seal, and each rune forms a six-pointed star shape. As soon as it surfaced, there was a tragic scene all around.

The wind was miserable, and there was the sound of ghosts crying and wolves howling in the wind. It seems that this dharma seal is a seal, sealing countless lonely souls and wild ghosts.

"This is the seal of hell. I don't know what it is used for." Wu Yue said.

Ning Tao said, "You have a try."

Wu Yue nodded, activated the hell seal, and photographed it.

The mark of hell flew out of his hand, and in an instant, the blood was shining like a tide, spreading in all directions. Where the blood light passed, those blinding fog and thick blood light caused a part of the ground to collapse, revealing a large hole.

Ning Tao's heart moved, and he jumped up to the sky.

The bloody sky seemed to have no end, but Ning Tao had already seen the end. At an altitude of hundreds of thousands of meters, he also saw the truth of the underworld.

This nether world is not a boundless space world, it is actually very small, but it is not the boxy rune space above the sacred mountain, but a spiral space that rotates downward. When he flew on the Shenyun just now, he actually made a circle at the top of this spiral, so he returned to the starting point.

Wu Yue's hell seal opened the gate of the underworld, and the collapsed ground is actually the gate of hell on the next level.

It's no wonder that no matter how much I flew just now, I couldn't fly today. How could it be possible to fly to the end of this round and round? As soon as the gate of hell opened, layers of space appeared.

"Is there really eighteen floors in hell?" The scene in front of him reminded Ning Tao of the hell in mythology.

Some myths, even if people don't believe them, have a reason for their existence.

There is a living example in front of him. Ning Tao does not believe that there are eighteen floors in hell, but Wu Yue, the new god of death who took office as a new official, opened hell with a seal of hell, and even the "rotating staircase" appeared, so what should I say?

However, if understood according to the definition of a building, this is not the real 18-story hell, because it is a spatial structure that rotates downwards round and round, just like a spiral.

A figure flashed, and Wu Yue came to Ning Tao's side, also condescendingly overlooking the real hell. Although she opened this hell, it was the first time she saw it, and she was shocked.

Ning Tao said with a smile: "It seems that this underworld is really your territory. You opened the hell with a seal, and let the real hell appear. You have the supreme divine right in this underworld."

Wu Yue smiled: "That's not your god, you let me kneel, which time did I not kneel?"

Ning Tao was a little speechless. How could she still remember what happened a thousand years ago so clearly?

"Guess what I thought of?" Songzi God changed the subject.

Wu Yue said with a smile: "What you thought of was also what I thought of. I thought of the 18th hell. Is this what you thought of?"

"It seems that we want to go together, let's go down and see what the real hell looks like." Ning Tao said.

Wu Yue nodded, and an intriguing smile appeared on the corner of his mouth: "I also want to find a suitable place to build a temple. You help me build the temple. I, the god of death, will serve you well."

Ning Tao's heart suddenly had layers of ripples. When he was with other goddess wives, it was like holding his left hand with his right hand. He had no passion or even any reaction. Only the spiritual relationship between husband and wife remained, but this Xinke Reaper, but he has feelings and reactions.

A thousand years, some feelings and reactions

should be so precious.

It is actually not easy to be the co-lord of the Three Realms.

Ning Tao has only been bored for a thousand years and has obvious symptoms. It is no wonder that Wu wants to destroy the Three Realms. When a god has been bored for hundreds of millions of years, and Shenzhou has been for billions of years, what is the point of his being alive? I'm afraid he can only feel and react to the big stimulus of destroying the Three Realms, right?

But before Ning Tao pressed down the golden cloud and flew towards the first hell gate that opened, a figure stepped on a ghost stick and flew up.

The stick was wrapped with white paper, strands and strands, drifting with the wind, and the black air was lingering during the flight, but the black air was only a relatively low-level dark energy.

The person standing on the stick is none other than Ma Mian, the Ghost King of Yindu.

Ma Mian finally saw who the great god standing on the golden cloud was, and the chin on his long face slammed on the stick. He was stunned for a long time before he came back to his senses, and exclaimed: "Brother Ning! It's you!"

Ning Tao smiled.

Wu Yue's expression turned serious, and he scolded: "You brazen brat, you didn't kneel down when you saw the Lord of the Three Realms and the God of Death, and dared to call the Lord of the Three Realms by his name, do you want to court death?"

"Ah?" Ma Mian shuddered, knelt down on the ghost battering stick, and said in a trembling voice: "Xiao Wang Ma Mian pays homage to the co-lords of the three realms and the god of death."

Ning Tao moved over to the cloud, and stretched out his hand to support the horse's face: "You and I are old friends, so you don't have to be so polite."

Ma Mian couldn't help but cast a glance at Wu Yue, God of Death from the corner of his eye, fearful in his heart, he didn't dare to say something close, just nodded timidly.

Ning Tao said: "How have you been in the past thousand years?"

Ma Mian said: "Thanks to Ning... the great co-lord of the Three Realms gave Xiao Wang a Huangquan citrus tree back then. I guarded that Huangquan citrus tree every day to practice, and my magic power improved. Later, under the help of a group of brothers With his help, he killed the former ghost king of Yindu City, and then became the ghost king."

Ning Tao smiled and said, "That's not bad. We visited your house when we came, and one of your concubines came out to meet us. How many houses have you married?"

Ma Mian was very surprised why Ning Tao asked this, but he answered honestly: "Xiao Wang has three wives and four concubines, and the one at home is my concubine. She was a Korean actress who committed suicide later. I Seeing her pity, I took her in."

Ning Tao just chatted casually, and he changed the topic to the serious business: "Have you ever been to the bottom of this hell?"

Ma Mian shook his head: "Only the lord of hell can open the seal. The previous lord of hell has disappeared, and no one has ever opened it again."

"Ning Lang, let's go down and have a look." Wu Yue said, she couldn't wait any longer.

Ning Tao said: "Alright, I want to go down and have a look too."

Ma Mian followed and said: "Let Xiao Wang read it to the Great God to find out the way. If there is any danger, Xiao Wang will go through it first."

Wu Yue didn't appreciate it at all, and said lightly: "You, a little ghost king, can walk through the danger, so what kind of danger is that? You don't need to lead the way, you go and inform the other ghost kings, tell them, I am coming, I will Take over the entire hell. If anyone refuses to accept, let him prepare to die first."

Ma Mian felt a wave of fear in his heart, and he didn't dare to be negligent on his face, so he replied respectfully: "Yes."

"Ning Lang, let's go." Wu Yue said.

Ning Tao nodded, pressed down the golden cloud and flew towards the opened spiral portal.