Eternal Sacred King

The bedroom of the King of Beiling is not as antique and dazzling as in the great immortal kingdoms of the heavens, but is full of eerie and terrifying atmosphere.

Even the water in the pool surrounding the palace was blood-red, exuding a faint **** smell, and from time to time there was a big red fish in it with a mouth full of fangs jumping out of the water.

The martial arts deity has been quite familiar with all this.

Under the leadership of Tang Qing'er, several people quickly reached the depths of the bedroom and saw the legendary king of Beiling!

The King of Northridge was sitting on a seat made of piles of bones, surrounded by a pool of blood, and densely packed skulls were piled up under the seat.

This birthday banquet is known as the eight hundred thousand-year birthday of the king of Beiling.

Normally, the life of a strong man in the cave sky is about one million years.

The King of the North Ridge is now 800,000 years old, and has actually gone to the top.

Even so, in the body of the King of the North Ridge, there is still not the slightest decline in the old state.

Although his eyes are closed, sitting on the bone throne, the king of the North Ridge still reveals an unimaginable majesty!

This is the aura that has been in the top position for a long time, and the corpse mountain and the sea of ​​blood can be bred under the foot!

The spirit of the martial arts deity passed over the king of Beiling.

According to the heavens, the king of Beiling should be a peerless immortal king of the cave world!

It seems that the hard practice in Hanquan prison is not groundless.

The powerhouse who commanded the entire Beiling and stood at the peak of Beiling was only the cultivation base of the peerless Immortal King, and he had not even been able to cultivate Dongtian to completion.

suddenly!

The King of Northridge opened his eyes.

In the gloomy palace, two groups of breathtaking cold light seemed to burst out, a fierce and **** air, instantly permeating.

Uncle Chen didn't dare to look at him, and quickly bowed his head.

Young Master Nanlin often followed the King of Nanlin. He was already familiar with these peerless powerful men, but he was still stunned by the aura of the King of Beiling.

Only the martial arts deity has no expression on his face and calm eyes.

"father!"

Tang Qinger shouted with a smile.

The gaze of the king of Beiling paused slightly on the martial arts deity, before he looked at Tang Qing'er, his expression was a little slow, showing a slight smile, he nodded slightly, and said: "Qing'er is back."

"Ok."

Tang Qinger smiled and said, "Daddy's eighty-thousand-year-old birthday, I prepared some gifts and rushed back to wish him his birthday."

"Qing'er is interested."

The King of Northridge nodded.

Tang Qing'er said again: "By the way, father, I also brought two friends back."

"My nephew Shen Tuying, meet the King of Beiling!"

Young Master Nanlin hurriedly stepped forward to pay him a respectful look.

"Shen Tuying."

The king of Beiling: "Young Master Nanlin, how has your father been?"

Young Master Nan Lin said quickly: "My father is in good health, but he is thinking of you, and he has no chance to be with you."

The two exchanged greetings.

The king of Beiling was absent-minded, as if he knew about Tang Qing'er and the young master of Nanlin, and did not embarrass him.

To be precise, the attention of the King of the North Ridge was not on Young Master Nanlin's body at all, he was still paying attention to the martial arts deity!

"And this one, Fellow Daoist Wushu."

Tang Qing'er briefly recounted the process of the two getting acquainted, saying: "Father, I am taking charge without authorization. You will resolve this under your banner. You will not be angry, will you?"

"It's okay, a North Xuan Ming general will die when he dies."

The King of Beiling waved his hand and said: "Just killing him a few prison kings, what can Shishanling dare to say?"

After a short pause, the King of Beiling looked at the martial arts deity, his eyes exuded a striking light, and a huge coercion slowly enveloped him!

As the king of Beiling, his vision is naturally far better than Tang Qinger and others.

Although he can't see the depth of the martial arts deity, he can obviously feel that the martial arts deity can 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 also want to ask you how to return to the heaven."

"Bold!"

Uncle Chen yelled loudly and said, "When you see the king not worshipping, you dare to talk to the king like this!"

Although the martial arts deity stood underneath, he stood up, and from the time he entered the palace to the present, he did not salute the king of Beiling.

The tone of his speech just now seemed to be communicating with his peers, without any respect.

Even Tang Qing'er was sweating for the martial arts deity.

If the father is really to blame for this, she will definitely not be able to protect the martial arts deity.

Not to mention other things, just the fact that the martial arts deity came from the heavens is enough for the father to kill him!

"Hahahaha!"

The King of Beiling suddenly laughed, and the laughter resounded through the palace, deafening, and filled with a domineering atmosphere!

The King of Beiling looked at the martial arts deity with a gloomy smile, and slowly said: "Since I have come to the **** world, it is impossible to go back!"

The martial arts deity frowned slightly.

Is he really going to be trapped in the **** world?

What is the relationship between the so-called **** world, the nine hells and the Emperor Wujian?

What was the purpose of the old tomb guard pushing him down?

Is it just to trap him in the **** world?

What is the relationship between the old monk guarding the tomb and the **** world?

Too much confusion lingers in my heart.

The king of Beiling slowly got up and said: "Young man, you are not too courageous. If you change to normal, you are now a bone at the feet of this king!"

"However, you are a friend Qing'er brought back. This king will spare you once."

"Thank you Father!"

Tang Qing'er breathed a sigh of relief and quickly said, while looking at the martial arts deity, she kept winking at him and asked him to come forward to thank you.

The deity of martial arts does not see it.

He was considering whether to step forward now, smash it with a punch, and have an in-depth exchange with the King of North Ridge.

But seeing Tang Qing'er being so protective, he couldn't make a direct shot.

What's more, the birthday banquet of the King of Beiling is approaching, so there is no need to rush for it.

Let the King of Beiling finish his birthday, and it will not be too late to find him.

Moreover, at the birthday banquet of the King of the North Ridge, many forces and powerful people from all walks of life gathered, and he must have more information.

The king of Beiling glanced at the martial arts deity faintly, and said: "This king's birthday feast is approaching, and I am in a good mood. I won't care about you today."

"However, let me remind you that this is not the heaven, and **** is a thousand times more cruel, dark, and **** than the heaven!"

"The living environment of your heaven is, in the eyes of **** creatures, like a peaceful and peaceful world of bliss! In hell, if you are not careful, even the bones and scum 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 had not yet realized what kind of changes and influence the purple-robed monk with a silver mask in front of him would bring to the **** world!

He couldn't even imagine what a storm this young mysterious-looking young man would set off in hell!

Hearing the words of the king of Beiling, the martial arts deity also smiled, his fists gradually clenched, and he whispered: "Hell...I am here!"