Chapter 1627: The Last Floor of Hell

One layer after another, until finally there are really eighteen layers.

To be more precise, it is eighteen gates of grinding discs, grinding all living beings. Because the number of layers is far more than eighteen layers, it rotates down round and round, at least dozens of layers. This hell is like a drill that stands upright, spins down round and round, and finally there is only a small drill left.

This "drill" is actually a pitch-black hole in a small space. If this space is compared to the front part of a drill, then it is the sharpest point above the drill.

There is no rotating road in this space, and there are no lonely ghosts walking on the road. It is just an empty conical space, going down the slope, that is the bottom of hell, the black vortex.

"This hell really has eighteen floors. It seems that the folk myths and stories are right." Wu Yue said with a sigh.

Ning Tao said: "Most stories have a real version reference. Even if it is not completely correct, it cannot be completely denied. If you hear the story of Songzi God in the future, don't believe it easily, but don't completely deny it. .”

Wu Yue smiled: "I've heard many stories about you, the son-giving god, in the fairy world. Most of them are related to fairies and goddesses. Do you want to hear it?"

Now that she's here, she's not in a hurry to build a temple. Anyway, the God of Songzi is her male god, and it is okay to build a temple at any time.

Ning Tao smiled wryly: "Forget it, the story that comes out of your mouth is definitely not good, let's go down and study that hole."

Wu Yue sighed: "The thing that the great God of Songzi has studied the most and carefully in his life is the hole."

An embarrassing and speechless expression suddenly appeared on Ning Tao's face, but he just said it to death. The story about the Songzi God cannot be completely denied, and what he told the truth. Song Zishen has studied too many holes in his life. He can't remember how many holes there are on the earth, in the fairyland, and on the mountain. Therefore, he couldn't refute it, but he himself felt that he didn't study it on purpose, didn't he study it only after encountering it?

Like this one in front of you.

Which one, the Shinke female death god added: "I'm not talking about the hole in front of me."

Ning Tao was puzzled: "Then what kind of hole are you talking about?"

A narrow smile emerged from the corner of Wu Yue's mouth: "You know it yourself."

Ning Tao: "..."

It's really too much to say.

Song Zishen ignored her, and flew down against a rock wall under the golden cloud.

The rock wall at the bottom of hell is also like a piece of burning peat, flames can be seen everywhere, and there are suspected bloody water flowing slowly, and what looks like magma is flowing in the cracks of the rock.

Suddenly, Ning Tao saw a shining thing in a crack in the rock. Somewhat curious in his heart, he manipulated the golden god cloud to fly over. Flying to the side of that thing, but still can't tell what it is, only sure that it is a golden shard.

Wu Yue also saw it, and asked curiously, "What is this?"

Ning Tao stretched out his hand and pulled out the golden fragment, injected a trace of the power of good fortune, analyzed the seal of good fortune, and there was a result in a blink of an eye.

"It's a piece of armor." Ning Tao said.

"A piece of divine armor, why is it here?" Wu Yue asked curiously.

Ning Tao shook his head: "I don't know either, hey, there is one somewhere, let's go and see."

The golden god cloud flew over again, and Ning Tao took another golden fragment.

"There's another piece there!" Wu Yue said, pointing in one direction, looking very excited.

The golden divine cloud flew over again.

More and more fragments were discovered. In the end, Ning Tao realized that it was impossible to excavate all the fragments here. The rock wall of this conical space was full of such fragments, and some were buried deep in the rock wall. , you need to break rocks to dig out. After digging more than a dozen pieces, Ning Tao also lost interest in digging any further.

Nima, the majestic co-lord of the Three Realms, am I here to play with you in digging debris?

Carefully observing the dozen or so fragments dug out, Ning Tao found that not all of them were fragments of divine armor, and some were fragments of divine weapons.

Wu Yue was also digging, and she also dug up several pieces, holding them in her hands and looking at them, as happy as a child who picked up stained glass marbles.

"I'll give you whatever you like." Ning Tao said. After he determined that these fragments were fragments of divine armor and artifacts, he didn't want to take them away. After all, they were things from the underworld, bad luck.

But there is also one thing in the underworld that he doesn't dislike, and he is very interested in studying it, and that is the god of death.

Sleeping with the god of death in his arms, and studying the power of knowledge with the god of death, the whole universe may only have the god of sending children.

"Ning Lang, what do you think this is?" Wu Yue suddenly handed a golden fragment to Ning Tao.

Ning Tao brought the piece over. The piece had been polished to a smooth and rounded shape by the years, like beads that had been coiled for decades in the hands of literary and entertainment lovers. At first glance, he felt that it was a part of a certain divine weapon, and then that it was a part of a certain divine armor, but a trace of good fortune was injected into it. After analyzing the seal of good fortune, he froze on the spot.

It's a fragment of a bone.

There is still a trace of divine energy in this bone fragment, but it is not the kind of divine energy contained in the fragments of divine armor and artifact, it has the nature of soul!

"Ning Lang, what is this?" Wu Yue asked again.

Ning Tao said: "This is a divine bone."

"Ah?" Wu Yue asked in surprise, "Why are the bones of gods here?"

Ning Tao was silent for a while before he said: "I don't know either. What I know is that there are gods' tombs on the sacred mountain. I have been there before, and I saw the corpses of the gods inside, as well as their artifacts and armors. But there are more than 9,000 corpses, and more than 9,000 pieces of god armor and artifacts. I used a lot of god armor and artifacts in the first temple on the mountain, but it was destroyed. Later, the gods were revived, I became a puppet god, and I fought a battle with them in the fairy world, and finally led them into the space gap, and used the sand of reality to destroy them..."

In the process of telling, one piece of the past came to mind, and Ning Tao always felt that there was something he had missed, and it was a very important thing. However, he couldn't say what it was that he had forgotten.

"Ning Lang, what's the matter with you?" Wu Yue saw Ning Tao's psychological changes, and there was a bit of concern in his tone.

After all, she is her male god. Regardless of the ghost king fetus in her belly, as far as she is now the god of death, in the heavens and the earth, in the three realms, I am afraid that there is only Ning Tao who does not despise her identity. , willing to be with her.

Ning Tao was stunned for several seconds before putting away his thoughts: "I was just thinking about a question."

"what is the problem?"

Ning Tao said: "I just remembered now that the tomb of the gods on the mountain was actually made by no one, which means that the tomb of the gods should not have existed at all. The gods in the tomb of the gods, they were originally Don’t be damned. And here, we found a large number of god armors, artifacts, and god bones here, I was wondering, is the last layer of hell the real god tomb?”

While talking and analyzing, the result came to this point, but he was not sure whether this analysis was correct or wrong.

Wu Yue laughed: "Ning Lang, I can agree with you on other points of view, but I can't agree with this point of view. You are talking about gods, how can gods be buried in hell after death?"

Ning Tao asked back: "Then how do you explain these fragments of divine armor, artifacts and divine bones?"

"This..." Wu Yue thought for a while, but still couldn't explain it.

Yes, according to common sense, it is impossible for the bones of gods to be buried here, but there are a large number of fragments of bones, armor and artifacts here. How to explain it?

She couldn't explain it, but Wu Yue didn't want to be idle. She flew out of the golden cloud again, reached out and picked out a piece of suspected bone, and then returned to the golden cloud. This time, she didn't hand it over to Ning Tao for analysis, but watched, played with, and researched by herself.

Ning Tao said: "Look, I just thought of something, see if there is such a possibility."

"What's possible?" Wu Yue asked.

Ning Tao said: "The bones of the gods here are all sinful gods. They were not recognized by the heavens, or they were gods who violated the rules of heaven. They were sent here for burial. Of course, they are not the gods we are familiar with. They should be gods. Early spirit ancient times, or even older gods."

Wu Yue was stunned for a while, but just shrugged his shoulders: "You are the co-lord of the three realms, and I don't know anything that you don't know. Besides, it's just some bones and fragments of divine armor artifacts. What is the use of studying them?"

Ning Tao said: "No, I seemed to think of something just now. It was something I missed. It was very important, but I couldn't remember what it was... Let's go down and have a look, maybe there will be new discoveries .”

"En." Wu Yue responded softly.

The god of death is very well-behaved in front of the god of sending children.

The golden god cloud continued to fly down against the rock wall, and saw more golden fragments along the way, some were fragments of divine armor, some were fragments of artifacts, and some were fragments of divine bones. But along the way, Ning Tao and Wu Yue didn't pick any more pieces.

Soon, the golden cloud came to the bottom of hell.

The rock wall was closed, and what was left was not a point, but an oval-shaped hole as black as ink.

Ning Tao is very familiar with the oncoming breath, which is the dark energy that is useless to destroy the Three Realms.

In the pitch-black hole, traces of dark energy diffused out, mixed with the death breath that hell already had, diluted, and it was difficult to find its existence.

"What's the place under this hole?" Wu Yue asked.

Ning Tao shook his head: "I don't know, but there seems to be a possibility..."

"What?"

"The world of death." Ning Tao said.