Chapter 2646 Welcome to Hell
The palace of the King of Beiling is not as antique and dazzling as the immortal kingdoms of the great immortal sects in the heavens, but it is full of eerie and terrifying aura.
Even the pool water surrounding the palace was blood-red, exuding a faint smell of blood, and from time to time there were big fishes full of red and fangs jumping out of the water.
The Martial Dao deity is no stranger to all of this.
Under the leadership of Tang Qing'er, several people quickly arrived in the depths of the bedroom and saw the legendary King of Beiling!
The King of Beiling was sitting on a seat made of piles of white bones, surrounded by a pool of blood, and at the feet of the seat, there were densely packed skulls.
This birthday banquet is known as the 800,000-year birthday of the King of Beiling.
Generally speaking, the Yangshou of the Dongtian realm powerhouse is about one million years.
The King of Beiling is now 800,000 years old, and he has actually reached his peak.
Even so, in the body of the King of the North Ridge, there is still no sign of old age.
Although he closed his eyes, sitting on the throne of white bones, the King of Beiling still showed an unimaginable majesty!
This is an aura that can only be nurtured by being in the top position for a long time, and stepping on a sea of corpses and blood under your feet!
The divine consciousness of the martial arts deity passed over the King of Beiling.
According to Heavenly Realm, the King of Beiling should be the peerless Immortal King of the Heavenly Cave Realm!
It seems that in Hanquan Prison, it is not groundless to say that cultivation is difficult.
The powerhouse who leads the entire Beiling and stands at the peak of Beiling is only the cultivation base of the peerless Immortal King, and he has not even been able to cultivate Dongtian to perfection.
Sudden!
The King of North Ridge opened his eyes.
In the dark bedroom, two groups of chilling light seemed to burst out, and a ferocious and bloody aura instantly filled the air.
Uncle Chen didn't dare to look at him, and hurriedly bowed his head.
The young master of Nanlin often follows the king of Nanlin, and he is already familiar with these peerless powerhouses, but he is still stunned by the momentum of the king of Beiling.
Only the Martial Dao deity was expressionless and his eyes were calm.
"father!"
Tang Qing'er laughed and shouted.
The King of Beiling's gaze paused slightly on the body of the martial arts deity before looking at Tang Qing'er, his expression slowed down a little, with a hint of a smile, he nodded slightly, and said, "Qing'er is back."
"Um."
Tang Qing'er smiled and said, "Daddy's 800,000-year-old birthday, I prepared some gifts and rushed back to congratulate Dad on his birthday."
"Qing'er has a heart."
The King of North Ridge nodded.
Tang Qinger said again: "By the way, Dad, I brought two friends back."
"Little nephew Shen Tuying, meet the king of Beiling!"
Young Master Nanlin hurriedly stepped forward to meet him with a respectful expression.
"Shen Tuying."
The King of Beiling said, "Young Master Nanlin, how is your father recently?"
The young master Nanlin said quickly: "My father is in good health, he just misses you and has no chance to be with you."
The two exchanged a few words.
The King of Beiling was absent-minded, as if he knew about Tang Qinger and the young master of Nanlin, and did not embarrass him.
To be precise, the attention of the King of Beiling is not on the young master of Nanlin at all, and he is still paying attention to the martial arts deity!
"And this one, fellow Wild Martial Daoist."
Tang Qinger briefly recounted the process of getting acquainted with the two, and said, "Father, I made the decision without authorization, and resolved this matter under your name, you won't be angry, will you?"
"It doesn't matter, a Bei Xuan Ming general will die if he dies."
The King of Beiling waved his hand and said, "If he kills a few prison kings, how dare Shishanling say anything?"
After a short pause, the King of Beiling looked at the martial arts deity, his eyes exuded a dazzling light, and a huge coercion slowly shrouded him!
As the king of Beiling, his eyesight is naturally far better than Tang Qinger and others.
Although he could not see the depth of the martial arts deity, he could clearly feel that the martial arts deity could never be a prisoner!
"Are you really from heaven?"
The King of Beiling asked slowly.
"Yes."
Facing the coercion of the King of Beiling, the martial arts deity looked calm and said, "Moreover, I would like to ask you how to return to the heaven."
"Bold!"
Uncle Chen scolded loudly and said, "How dare you talk to the king like that when you see the king without bowing!"
Although the Martial Dao deity was standing below, he stood up straight and did not salute the King of Beiling from the time he entered the palace to the present.
The tone of his speech just now was more like communicating with his peers, without the slightest respect.
Even Tang Qinger sweated for the martial arts deity.
If her father really blamed her for this, she would definitely not be able to protect the martial arts deity.
Not to mention other things, just the fact that the martial arts deity comes from the heavens is enough for the king to kill him!
"Ha ha ha ha!"
The King of Beiling suddenly burst into laughter, the laughter resounded through the palace, deafening, filled with a tyrannical and domineering aura!
The King of Beiling looked at the martial arts deity with a gloomy smile, and said slowly: "Since you have come to the hell world, it is impossible to go back!"
The martial arts deity frowned slightly.
Is he really going to be trapped in hell?
What is the relationship between the so-called hell world, the nine hells and the Great Emperor Wujian?
What was the purpose of the old monk guarding the tomb pushing him down?
Is it just to trap him in hell?
What is the relationship between the tomb guard and the hell world?
Too much confusion lingers in my mind.
The King of Beiling slowly got up and said, "Young man, you are not too timid. If you were normal, you are now a corpse at the feet of this king!"
"However, you are a friend brought back by Qing'er. This king will spare you once."
"Thank you, Father!"
Tang Qinger breathed a sigh of relief and said quickly, looking at the martial arts deity at the same time, constantly winking at him and asking him to come forward to thank him.
The martial arts deity turned a blind eye.
He was considering whether to go forward now, punch him, and have an in-depth exchange with the King of North Ridge.
But when he saw Tang Qinger being so protective, it was not good for him to take action directly.
What's more, the birthday banquet of the King of Beiling is approaching, so there is no need to rush it.
It is not too late to find the King of Beiling after his birthday banquet.
Moreover, at the birthday banquet of the King of Beiling, many forces and powerhouses from all walks of life gathered together, and he must have learned more information.
The King of Beiling glanced at the martial arts deity indifferently, and said, "This king's birthday banquet is approaching, I am in a good mood, and I will not care about you today."
"However, let me remind you that this is not a heaven. Hell is a thousand times more cruel, dark, and bloody than heaven!"
"The living environment of your heaven, in the eyes of hell creatures, is like a peaceful and peaceful world of bliss! In hell, if you are not careful, even your bones will be eaten!"
After a short pause, the King of Beiling grinned at the martial arts deity, with a gloomy smile, and said, "Young man, welcome to hell!"
At this time, the King of Beiling did not realize what kind of changes and influence this purple-robed monk with a silver mask would bring to the hell world!
He couldn't even imagine how much of a storm this mysterious looking young man would create in hell!
Hearing the words of the king of Beiling, the martial arts deity also laughed, his fists gradually clenched, his eyes became deeper and deeper, and he whispered softly: "Hell... I am here!"