Mengmeng Mountains and Seas

Chapter 887 Price

"Unexpectedly, I really met Lord Taishan!"

Even at a distance of more than ten kilometers, Dean Yougui could feel the terrifying aura leaking from the opened gate to the underworld.

It was the cold dead air that even a heaven-level magician like him could tremble, and it was still at such a long distance.

It is unimaginable what kind of pressure the Netherworld Underworld, which is directly facing Lord Taishanfu, will be under at this moment in front of the gate of the Underworld.

"Master Taishan... has come?" Farther away, Dao Wuyuan's body involuntarily emitted a large amount of ghost energy, and the surrounding land veins were completely corroded, turning into a dead place like the Santu River.

Completely unable to control this kind of power, the moment Taishan Fujun's consciousness appeared, Dao Wuyuan lost control of his body even though there was still a gate to the underworld.

His Netherworld body should have made him more adaptable to Huangquan's death energy than Netherworld.

Even he has been affected to this extent, how much pain is the Netherworld, which is facing Lord Taishan directly, suffering now?

Tearing, cutting, shredding, impacting, burning, and the punishments of eighteen layers of hell are all imposed on Nether Huangquan at this moment.

This is the price she has to pay for meeting Lord Taishan.

Even so, she does not regret awakening the master of the life and death cycle of the seas and mountains, the master of the Santu River, this is a miracle that only she can do.

"You, do you need strength?" The drawing of the eighteen layers of hell slowly rotates in the void at the end of the underworld. Every time it rotates, the pain that the Netherworld Underworld suffers increases.

This is something that even the ghost dean of the Tianyu rank can't look directly at. It represents the imprint of the essence of Santuchuan's world, and the incarnation of Lord Taishan.

Every moment, countless people die in the seas and mountains, and more than ninety-nine percent of the mortal souls will fall into the Santu River, and then perish in the [-]th floor of hell until the day of reincarnation.

This is the meaning of the existence of the Santu River in the seas and mountains. This is the place of reincarnation of the dead and the final destination of countless souls in the seas and mountains.

Only a very small number of people can get rid of this fate, transcend life and death, and are not under the jurisdiction of the Lord Taishan.

The slowly rotating [-]-story hell map contains hundreds of millions of creatures from the seas and mountains!

"How miserable!"

"No, I can't hold on anymore!"

"Huang Quan, be careful, don't look at it for too long!"

"Otherwise, you will be absorbed too!"

The twelve ghost girls who had been hiding in the shadow of the Netherworld were unable to withstand the oppression of the power of the [-]th floor of hell, heaven and earth rules, and fled into the body of the Netherworld.

Without the share of the twelve ghost girls, the pressure that Netherworld Underworld had to bear increased by more than three times in an instant.

This is by no means a pressure that any magic body-level magician can bear. Even a sky-level magician like Dean Yougui will collapse within a few breaths.

The power of the vision of eighteen levels of hell destroys your soul. Once you can't bear this pressure, you will be swallowed by this vision of hell in the blink of an eye, and become a member of the sentient beings in the eighteen levels of hell, becoming one of the three. A part of Tuchuan.

The only thing that supports Netherworld is the strange rune in the center of her heart, which comes from the highest secret of Nether Immortal Dao, the inscription of "Destiny" handed down by Lord Taishan himself.

This inscription represents that Nether Huangquan is the one chosen by Lord Taishan, the only saint in the Nether Immortal Dao.

It is also this inscription that protects the last bit of true spirit of Netherworld, preventing her from falling into the [-]th floor of hell that even the magicians of the Tianyu rank cannot pass through.

"Please, give me strength." Youming Huangquan's body was trembling, even with the protection of the power of destiny, it was still too early for her to come here.

Facing Lord Taishan directly and asking for power from Lord Taishan, she should have been qualified only after she broke through the Divine Will rank, and even surpassed the Tianyu rank.

That is the greatest gift in the inheritance of Destiny, and it is the greatest reward for Nether Immortal Warlocks who practice the power of Destiny.

Practicing "Destiny" is originally a way to escape from death, full of countless difficulties and obstacles.

Compared with other magicians of the Nether Immortal Dao, those who have obtained the power of "Heaven's Mandate" are more likely to fall into the underworld.

You can even feel it in Nether Yellow Spring. Among the ghosts gathered in the deepest part of Yellow Spring, there are quite a few ghosts with the aura of "Destiny" left on their bodies.

They are the end of the fairy warlocks who fail to practice the "destiny" way, and also the final fate of all the ghost magicians.

According to legend, none of the magicians of the Nether Immortal Dao had a good death. They either died in the battle between the seas and mountains, or eventually became the ghosts of Santuchuan.

The closer one gets to the Nether, the easier it is to be swallowed by the Nether Dao. This is the sad and terrifying aspect of the Nether Immortal Dao.

But even so, there are countless people who have devoted themselves to the Nether Immortal Dao one after another.

Because the Nether Immortal Dao is the only immemorial gate that can be cultivated with a quick method, because it is the fairy gate created by Lord Taishan.

Horror—at the same time, it is also an absolute power, attracting countless magicians like moths to a flame.

The reflection of the eighteen layers of hell covered the body of Nether Huangquan. Compared with the vision of hell that contained the power of hundreds of millions of souls from the seas and mountains, the delicate body of Nether Huangquan was as insignificant as dust.

A huge finger protruded from the [-]th floor of hell. The moment this finger appeared, all the ghosts in the entire Santu River trembled and wailed.

That is the awe and fear of the absolute ruler of this world, the most terrifying earth immortal in the mountains and seas.

This finger spanned the sky of Santuchuan, and pressed it on the top of Nether Huangquan's head.

In the next moment, Nether Huangquan lost all consciousness.

Everything from her childhood to adulthood appeared in the sky held by this finger in a revolving manner, just like a person's memories of his life when he died.

Regarding the life of Netherworld Huangquan, most of the time can be described by the four words "poor".

From being adopted into the fairy gate of the Nether Immortal Dao, and then growing up, becoming a member of the Nether Immortal Dao.

In the following time, she spent the whole day in that deserted library, reading and reading day after day.

Day and night passed, but Netherworld never changed. The library located in the most unpopular place in the Nether Immortal Dao was almost the whole of her life.

No one cared about her as a small person, no one cared about her existence, in the library where few people went to for a year, she grew up bit by bit.

In this almost repeated memory, there is only a little light, that is the days when she was with the little fox princess who happened to come to the fairy gate of the Nether Immortal Dao.

That lively and cute little fox, the golden-feathered jade-faced nine-tailed fox little princess who just learned the art of transforming, brought light and warmth to the Netherworld, and even the silent library also had a little more fox calls. Voice.

Those days were once the most cherished and precious time in Netherworld.

(first update)

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