Big dreamer

The ice spear cut through the sky, leaving a white mark, and soon met the giant hand. However, it did not break directly like the flame pistol, but broke through the layer of protection outside the giant hand and pierced the middle of the palm.

Then, there was a loud "crackling" sound in the sky, and a layer of white cold air spread directly from the ice spear as the center, wrapping the black giant hand in it.

But the black giant hand just rolled up the green ghost flame on its body, and swept away all the cold air, and continued to press down slowly without any pause.

Seeing this, Shen Luo's face was ashen, knowing that he would inevitably die again. Moreover, with the terrifying strength of the Black Mountain Old Demon, even if he was resurrected again, the hope of escape was extremely slim.

"Forget it, forget it! I'll send you off, so that we will know each other." At this moment, the horse-faced ghost next to him suddenly sighed, then opened his mouth and spit out, a red light flashed between his tongue, and two bright red flowers flew out of it, and threw one of them to Shen Luo.

"This is... what are you going to do?" Shen Luo took the red light subconsciously and was stunned.

The horse-faced ghost is not as strong as himself. Is there any way to find a way to escape?

The horse-faced ghost had thrown the red flower in his hand into his mouth and swallowed it directly.

Then, he raised his head and let out a long roar. A large area of ​​eye-catching red light suddenly burst out of his body. The aura of his whole body was surging, as if there was no sky forever. Shen Luo, who was watching, immediately flew back more than ten feet away. He felt his scalp tingling and his hair stood on end, as if he was no longer facing an unknown ghost, but a ghost like a giant beast.

"Hey, you are..."

A surprised light exclamation suddenly came from the sky, and the giant hand that was pressing down paused in the air.

The horse-faced ghost ignored it at all. Instead, he suddenly took out a black brush about a foot long from his arms and pointed it at the top of his head.

The black brush seemed to be made of fine iron, with dense runes carved on the pen shaft. At the moment when the horse-faced ghost pointed it out, a dazzling red light lit up on the tip of the pen, and red runes flew out from it.

Shen Luo saw that all the runes gathered together above his head, as if they had condensed into an article, but he could not recognize all the characters in it, and could only vaguely see the words "impeach ghosts, punish evil" and so on.

As soon as the rune chapter was completed, it suddenly turned into a huge red light and rushed into the sky. Amidst the thunderous "boom" sounds, it actually beat the black giant hand back step by step until it shrank back into the dark clouds.

Shen Luo was stunned.

"Soul-catching pen, impeaching ghost poems, soul-catching messenger... Is it you, the soul-catching horse-faced?" In the distant sky, the voice of the Black Mountain Old Demon, which was shocked and angry, echoed endlessly.

"Soul-catching horse-faced?" Shen Luo heard this and felt a burst of doubt in his heart.

The horse-faced ghost ignored the roar of the Black Mountain Old Demon, took back the black pen in his hand, and slashed it fiercely into the void.

The tip of the pen suddenly emitted a bright red light, and the originally empty void was torn into a narrow crack three feet wide and ten feet long by the red light, and bursts of gray mist flowed out from it.

Before Shen Luo could figure out what was going on, he saw the horse-faced ghost suddenly grinning at him, and then kicked him directly.

He staggered and fell backwards into the gap.

The horse-faced old ghost and the black pen in his hand simultaneously emitted a blood-red light, and both of them dissipated like powder at the same time.

Shen Luo heard the last words of the horse-faced ghost: "Flowers wither and people die, a cup of tea time..."

The next moment, the gap in the void disappeared, and only the roar of the Black Mountain Old Demon was still echoing in the void, but the sound drifted farther and farther until it disappeared.

After a dizzy spell, Shen Luo felt a flash in front of his eyes, and appeared in another place holding the bright red flower tightly.

At this moment, he was tightly wrapped by the red light emitted from the red flower, standing in a strange place surrounded by a faint gray-white mist, and not far in front of him, stood a huge archway more than ten feet high, all black, revealing a bit of evil.

Originally, there should be three rooms, four pillars and seven floors, but for some reason, the left side has collapsed by half, leaving only three pillars and two rooms intact, and under the eaves on the top, there is a copper bell the size of a human head hanging.

But the strange thing is that the copper bell is clearly shaking in the wind, but there is no sound coming out of it.

Shen Luo frowned and looked carefully at the center of the archway.

He couldn't help but take a breath of cold air when he saw three ancient seal characters engraved on the plaque:

"Ghost Gate."

"Ghost Gate... Isn't this the underworld? How did I get here?"

Shen Luo was extremely shocked, and many folk rumors about this place emerged in his mind.

This is a place where people only come after death!

More importantly, why did the Soul-Catching Horse Face know him and even sacrifice himself to send him away?

He looked at the plaque again and was sure that it was indeed the three big characters "Ghost Gate" written on it, and under the three big characters, there were three huge "Hate" characters written in black and red blood.

"Hate, hate, hate"

The three hate characters were connected in a row, each of which was written in cursive writing style. The more they went back, the more wanton and crazy the strokes became, as if the hatred of the writer became heavier and heavier. The lower edge of the characters was covered with blood, forming winding blood lines, which looked more and more hideous and terrifying.

"First it was the seductive horse face, and now we are at the gate of hell. Is there still a road to hell?" Shen Luo was confused and looked behind the archway intently.

Behind the archway, there was actually a road paved with yellow sand, winding into the distance, hidden in the gray mist, and bright red flowers blooming scatteredly on both sides of the road.

The calyx of this flower is solitary, the top inflorescence is like an umbrella, the petals are rolled up like dragon claws, and the color is like dripping blood. It is exactly the same as the one in his hand, they are all flowers from the other side.

Legend has it that on the road to the underworld, there is a flower of the underworld, called the other side. The flower has no leaves for generations, and it is the only scenery on the road to the underworld.

"It's really Huangquan Road..." Shen Luo's eyes changed and he murmured.

At this moment, a dull roar suddenly sounded in the void above his head, and gusts of wind came from high in the sky.

Shen Luo immediately looked up and saw a dark wind blowing wildly in the sky, and dark clouds. In the middle of the sky was a circular hole with slightly brighter light, surrounded by thick clouds, and glowing with white light. It looked like the whole sky had been stabbed. It looked like a hole.

He felt something bad in his heart, and subconsciously wanted to stay away from this place, but the hell gate in front of him was naturally inaccessible.