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Chapter 477: The Underworld Seeks Flowers, Lady Pingxin

Above the East China Sea, a blazing white sword light swayed up and down, left and right in the air, and occasionally plunged into the sea.

After a long time, the sword light finally flew over the ocean and entered the land.

But soon it fell into the dense forest again.

In the lush and verdant forest, mottled shadows were cast between the layers of leaves. Birds with bright feathers were jumping and singing in the woods. The quiet and mysterious air was filled with the fresh scent of grass and wood, slightly diluting Hong Chen's intoxication.

The bed of moss and fallen leaves was incredibly soft.

Her cheeks were flushed, her eyes were blurry, her chest was heaving, and her breathing was much heavier than usual.

The large amount of water vapor accumulated in the forest enters the body when inhaling, and brings out the strong smell of alcohol when exhaling.

Gradually, his eyesight recovered and a bitter smile appeared on his face.

I thought Ao Run, the Dragon King of the West Sea, was the social ceiling of the dragon clan, but I didn't expect that there was a dragon even braver than him.

I'm talking about you, the Dragon King of the East China Sea - Ao Guang!
This leader of the four dragon kings is even more powerful than his younger brother Ao Run.

From the moment he crossed the deep-sea portal and arrived at the Dragon Palace in the East China Sea, he gradually lost himself in Ao Guang's respectful reception, and then inexplicably drank with him for three days and three nights, almost without stopping!
The fine wine collected in the Dragon Palace of the East China Sea is not necessarily more precious than the royal wine of Heaven, but the biggest difference between Ao Guang's wine is that it cannot be sobered up by magic power. According to him, even Taiyi Jinxian would get drunk after drinking it.

Hong Chen was almost drunk by him.

But drinking was drinking, and Ao Guang did not hesitate to do what he was supposed to do.

Not only did he agree and thank Hong Chen for giving Ao Tingxin the opportunity to follow him, he also opened the Dragon Palace treasure house like Ao Run did, allowing Hong Chen to choose as he pleased.

The treasures in the East Sea Dragon Palace are obviously much more numerous than those in the West Sea Dragon Palace, and the quality is also higher.

Hong Chen took away five spiritual objects that could help the Hongchen Sword improve its innate restrictions. They are all rare treasures in the Three Realms today.

In fact, there are much more useful things in the treasure house, but Hong Chen didn't dare to take more.

At least he has to wait until he has repaid the favor this time before he will have the confidence to beg for alms from the Dragon Kings of the Four Seas again.

Overall, this trip down to earth was indeed fruitful.

Now, only the last medicinal ingredient is missing from the pill recipe.

Hong Chen twisted his body and lay there for half a day. Only when the smell of wine and drunkenness had dissipated did he stand up under the moonlight and stars.

Tap your feet lightly and magic power will surge.

The fallen leaves, moss and soil scattered to both sides, revealing a dark and eerie cave entrance. I jumped into it and the entrance closed instantly.

The underworld is the place of reincarnation of the three realms.

The sun cannot shine here, and the only star in the sky is the immovable moon.

In fact, the existence of the Moon does not affect the normal operation of the underworld. Its existence only represents the status of the master of the three realms in heaven.

The powerful ones in the three realms all know whose territory the underworld belongs to.

When arriving in the underworld, the most intuitive feeling is the atmosphere here.

The spiritual energy in the underworld is completely entangled with the yin energy, and it is impossible to distinguish between the two. Ordinary practitioners would not want to absorb this kind of spiritual energy.

Hong Chen no longer flew the sword, but chose to walk.

Soon, after passing through a thick Netherworld fog, a pass that was a hundred feet high and endlessly wide appeared in front of them.

Before seeing it, Hong Chen had no idea of ​​its existence.

gate of hell.

The first hurdle for all living beings to enter the underworld after death.

He had seen ghost messengers suddenly appear outside the pass, often accompanied by a newly dead soul.

The gates of hell were wide open, with ghost gods dozens of feet tall standing on both sides. Their identities could be easily identified by looking at their heads: Ox-headed and Horse-faced.

Hong Chen was really shocked. He had never thought that the Ox-Head and Horse-Faced Monsters were so big. He did not sense any aura of law-abiding from them, and their cultivation was also that of Xuanxian.

After stopping for a moment, Hong Chen stepped forward.

However, as soon as he took a step forward, he stepped on empty air.

Originally, I wasn't afraid even if I stepped on empty air. How could a god fall on the ground?

But when Hong Chen was about to adjust his posture, he found that he could not muster any magic power at all. Even his magic weapons seemed to be sealed and could not be summoned.

So, he could only let himself spin and fall.

The scenery changed, and he suddenly saw a road. The souls of various creatures were neatly arranged on the road, and both sides of the road were full of bright red swaying flowers. From a distance, it looked like a carpet made of blood.

The scene changed again. A stone with an irregular outline but a smooth mirror-like surface was filled with souls. Whenever a soul stood in front of the stone, countless scenes would appear on the mirror surface.

Then, there was a mottled stone bridge over the river. The water was flowing slowly, and heads and arms were occasionally seen bobbing in the river. On the stone bridge stood an old woman with a hunched back, holding a bowl in her hand.

When Hong Chen fell from the bridge, the old woman turned around and gave him a kind smile.

thump!
The river was icy cold, and the thick yin energy seemed to freeze his soul and even his true spirit.

But what was even more difficult for him to accept was that countless hands in the river were trying desperately to catch him, causing every inch of his body to be touched by unknown hands.

In other words, he is no longer clean.

Fortunately, the river water soon disappeared, and what followed were halls illuminated by ghostly fires.

Hong Chen fell from the center of the hall. After passing through the roof, he saw people in imperial robes sitting behind tables. Some were holding brushes, some were flipping through books, some were talking to people, and some were judging cases with angry eyes.

But when Hong Chen saw them, he guessed from their surprised and shocked expressions that they seemed to have seen him as well.

After the Ten Courts of Hell are the Eighteen Levels of Hell.

Each level of hell seems to be infinite in size, but the infinite space is filled with infinite corresponding punishments. Imagine infinite scissors, iron trees, steamers, copper pillars, oil pans... ear-piercing screams, bloody execution scenes and indescribable smells.

Hong Chen believed that if any mortal took a look at it, he would never dare to step out of line in his life.

After the Eighteen Levels of Hell, Hong Chen began to look forward to what would happen next.

Bang!
The solid body hit the black mud ground.

Instead of making a hole, it bounced upwards.

Hong Chen said nothing, which was enough to prove that he was a tough man.

A quarter of an hour later.

"Well……"

He turned over with a muffled groan, spat the dirt in his mouth, wiped the blood from his upper lip, rubbed his eyes, and saw a dark palace surrounded by splendid flowers.

There is no plaque on the hall and its name is unknown.

But how could Hong Chen forget this aura that he had only felt in the Queen Wa Palace?
He stood up, his magic power restored, and quickly adjusted his face and clothes, then bowed deeply.

"Hong Chen from the Wahuang Palace, begging to see Empress Pingxin!"

As the most beloved disciple of Nuwa, Hong Chen is qualified to call himself the Nuwa Palace, just like those creatures who once worshipped Yuanshi Tianzun and Tongtian Jiaozhu as their teachers.

There was no sound in response, but the main door of the hall quietly opened.

Hong Chen thanked him and stepped forward.

After crossing the gate, you can see the entire scene in the hall.

I saw a woman in plain clothes sitting barefoot on a swing.

As the swing swayed, the bare feet, as smooth and delicate as if carved from beautiful jade, swayed gently, and the nutmeg-like toes also moved playfully, showing their liveliness.

Hong Chen restrained his thoughts and forced his gaze to look upwards.

It still subverted his imagination. Empress Pingxin was not the kind-hearted person he had originally thought, but more like a young, beautiful, lively and lovely high school girl.

In addition, there were six black holes in front of her that had different outer glows but were all bottomless black holes arranged in a circle and rotating slowly.

"Your magic weapon is pretty good."

Hong Chen was stunned, completely unaware of when the Wheel of Reincarnation left him.

When I think about it again, I feel a little bitter.

Isn't this also a kind of sin committed in front of one's husband?

But if I close my eyes, it shouldn't count, right?

Lady Pingxin played with his wheel of reincarnation for a while, then asked, "Tell me, why did you come to the underworld?"

Hong Chen cupped his hands and said in a clear voice: "I am ordered by my master to ask the queen for a reincarnation flower."

"Reincarnation Flower?" Lady Pingxin suddenly smiled. "I have quite a few Reincarnation Flowers, but why should I give them to you?"

This is a good question. In fact, Zhenyuan Daxian could also ask the same question.

Therefore, Hong Chen already had a plan in mind.

"Your Majesty's magical powers are vast and unfathomable. I have nothing to offer and it is difficult for me to repay you. But if Your Majesty needs someone to run errands, I will do my best to do it for you without any disobedience."

Anything else is just empty talk, this is the only thing Hong Chen can do.

In fact, in the Three Realms today, there are many things that Empress Ping Xin cannot do. It's not that her strength doesn't allow it, but that the way of heaven doesn't allow it.

However, the laws of nature will not prohibit others from doing these things, but due to the law of cause and effect, others dare not do them easily.

What Hong Chen meant was to obtain a reincarnation flower at the cost of taking on those causes and effects.

If sincerity cannot move Empress Pingxin, then Hong Chen can only go back and apologize to Master Nuwa, and then let her hit him on the head until she feels better.

"You are quite frank." As expected, Empress Pingxin laughed. "Then from now on, you will be my errand boy. No matter when or where, as long as I have something to say, you must leave immediately without any delay."

Something seems wrong? ?

Hong Chen frowned secretly.

Without waiting for further thought, Lady Pingxin began to question: "Huh? Are you lying to me?"

"Don't worry, your majesty. This is what we should do!" Hong Chen said in a loud voice.

There might be other people collecting the peaches and ginseng fruits, but according to what the master said, the flower of reincarnation can only be obtained by exchanging with Niangniang Pingxin.

Because the Samsara Flower is not a flower in essence, but a manifestation of the power of the six realms of reincarnation.

This is something that several other saints cannot do.

Wukong's eyes were destroyed in Laojun's Bagua furnace, and ordinary herbs and ammunition could never save them. Therefore, the role of the reincarnation flower is more important than the peaches and ginseng fruit.

Therefore, everything else is secondary, and the most important thing is to get the Reincarnation Flower in your hands first!

Empress Pingxin waved her jade hand, and his reincarnation disk flew back with a six-petal, six-colored flower.

The moment Hong Chen caught it, he returned to the human world.

"Incredible!"

After being amazed, Hong Chen put away his things and flew up to the sky on his sword.

(End of this chapter)