Wu Sheng Lu Mingfei of the Dragon Clan

Chapter 110 Underworld Underworld
Paper money fell from the sky one after another.

Who is smiling lowly.

Ten people, hundreds of people, thousands of people.

The number is not light.

In the distance, a woman sat by the river and cried.

That road meanders long and silently from one end of the world to the other.

Forget River.

Agate-like blood suddenly exploded.

The red light curtain spread instantly.

Bronze corridor, Confucian scholars with snake faces.

Distorted into nothingness.

The fog cleared.

Reveal the gloomy sky.

Norton turned abruptly.

He heard it.

right behind.

in the direction he came from.

That's... Constantine!
"Brother, brother, brother!"

The boy said blankly.

"Why... I can't find you."

It turned out that Norton tore open the previous Nibelung, but did not get out, but fell into another, bigger and more terrifying creation.

Now Norton was sure.

This is not Nibelung at all.

right behind him.

The moment the red light curtain stood up.

A huge dark archway, like an ancient giant, looked down coldly.

There are three characters written on the archway.

"gate of hell"

Norton suddenly realized.

Before, someone blocked Constantine's call and disguised him, leading him here.

The boy who called him earlier was not Constantine, but someone else pretending to be him.

There are two reasons.

One, with Constantine's character, there shouldn't be such an obvious emotional expression.

Another one, when he said Constantine's name, the pretender actually recognized Constantine as a traitor.

With these two points, Norton can determine that the man is not his younger brother, but someone else in disguise.

Unfortunately, it was too late to react.

"Yan Wang wants you to die in the third watch!"

Someone smiled sinisterly.

"Who dares to keep you until the fifth watch!"

The laughter suddenly became so sharp that it was distorted.

A boundless road stretched out from Norton's feet.

There are red silent flowers on both sides.

Something loomed among the flowers.

This is Manjusawa, also known as Bianhua.

The sound field is on the side of Huangquan Road, with the soul and body as food.

Look, how beautiful the overlapping red petals are.

This is death.

"What a beautiful day, what a day!"

The girl in the red wedding dress flicked her long sleeves, and the lyrics in the play were somewhat sad and desolate.

She paid respects to where Norton was.

"Young master, hey!"

A bridge paved with bluestone slabs is erected over the distant river.

A Naihe, carrying Wangchuan.

The old woman in sackcloth on the bridge was slowly stirring the iron pot.

A bowl of Mengpo soup can forget this life and exchange for the next life.

The old woman held the bowl in her hands like chicken feet, and smiled kindly at Norton.

"Young master, I have been waiting for a long time."

Row upon row of palaces are stacked on top of each other.

The face of the bull-headed horse holding the shackles is full of energy.

Steep the black and white impermanent thin lips of the stick.

A dark-eyed scholar walked out of the palace.

He holds a book in one hand and a pen in the other.

A fierce majesty appeared on the ashen face.

The little official in Yizao uniform ran forward with his waist bent and his back bent.

He knocked on the gong.

Riveting enough strength to shout with that high-pitched voice.

"The dark soldier walks through the passage, the living stay away!"

After a moment of silence.

The female ghost in wedding dress.

Meng Po old woman.

Bull head horse noodles.

Black and white impermanence.

Clean up the judge.

There are also shadowy shadows poking out their heads from nowhere.

A hungry ghost with a big belly.

A hangman with a long tongue.

Look at the handsome appearance of the [-]-year-old, but it is just the bones covered with human skin, the Tao is painted skin.

Look at the swaying bottomless boat on the Wang River, and the ferryman in the bamboo hat and coir raincoat wants you to use the memories of three lives to pay for the boat.

all of all.

Tangible and intangible.

Beautiful and ugly.

One counts as one.

at the same moment.

Qi Qi turned his face to Norton.

Tens of millions of people.

No.

Thousands of ghosts laughed.

Or sneer, or sneer, or dry laugh, or smile and not laugh.

They said something in unison.

"Young master, eh."

Old Tang didn't know what this scene meant.

If someone from Kyushu were here, he would have blurted out tremblingly.

"Yama."

According to folklore, the tigers in the mountains have their own supernatural powers. After eating people, they will arrest human souls and turn them into ghosts obeying their own orders, tricking other humans into being eaten by the tigers.

This is the origin of being a minion for a tiger.

And the real reason why Yan Luo is Yan Luo should be here.

The warriors of Kyushu were horrified to find out.

Yama's domain, the hopeless sky, has a terrifying effect.

I don't know what method Yan Luo used.

All warriors who died in his hopeless sky will never be able to sleep peacefully.

They are just like the legendary ghosts.

Distorted mind, put on shackles.

He became the demon in Yama's hopeless sky.

The days are long.

There are many dead people.

It became what it is today.

Look at that wedding gown ghost.

And the old lady Meng.

Which one is not a well-known martial artist in Kyushu.

He died at the hands of Yan Luo only once.

It ended up like this now.

They have become demons and sprites of the hopeless sky.

On that day, warriors gathered, and Taishan Beidou widely posted hero posts, vowing to besiege and kill Nawei's witch who harmed the martial arts.

And so did they.

Lu Mingfei wandered alone in the rivers and lakes for three years, worked as a beggar, handled buns, lived in bridge holes, and beat wild dogs.

After all, he was just a clean slate at best, with all the knowledge in elementary, middle, and high schools, and no teacher taught him how to make a living when traveling back to ancient times, and how to beware of the dangers of the world.

Fortunately, he has martial arts by his side, so he won't die in a daze.

Later, when I think about it, he was really embarrassed at that time.

But Lu Mingfei never regretted it.

Little junior sister.

The master left, and the little junior sister left a letter one day, saying that she wanted to avenge the master and left without saying goodbye.

Lu Mingfei should have seen it earlier.

She was as good-looking as she used to smile.

Since the master left, he has never smiled again.

Lu Mingfei should have found out a long time ago.

When the junior sister taught him plum wine over and over again.

she said at the time.

"Without plum wine, what can you do, senior brother?"

Lu Mingfei answered with a grin.

"Isn't there still you here? Your brewing is already very good."

The little junior sister smiled lightly.

But that smile was so pale.

At that time, Lu Mingfei was prevaricated by the junior sister with the excuse of "being unwell".

In the days to come, when he was awake occasionally, Lu Mingfei would think of his little junior sister's pale smile again and again.

Just think of the things you regret in your life.

Plum blossoms fell all over Nanshan.

Wandering alone in the rivers and lakes, I have been looking for my junior sister for three years.

When Lu Mingfei finally found his junior sister.

It was under the siege of many martial arts sects.

There are so many of them.

Lu Mingfei rushed all the way, his clothes were stained red with blood.

Still late.

Junior Sister is in his arms.

she says.

"Senior brother Lu, I can't do anything, I have avenged my master."

Lu Mingfei frantically tried to block the blood on Junior Sister's body with his hands.

But there are so many wounds.

Even if he has three heads and six arms, it won't help.

Lu Mingfei squeezed out a smile that was uglier than crying.

"It's okay."

He said.

"I come."

The little junior sister shook her head slowly.

"Brother."

she says.

"You have to live."

(End of this chapter)