(Once you step through the gates of hell, you enter the underworld of King Yama.
Everyone has a rough model of the underworld of Hell in their mind. Even from some ancient pictures and texts, some words or pictures related to the underworld of King Yama can be found.
But what does the real underworld of Hell look like?
Some have dared to ask this question to our revered Kellen the Great.
Upon hearing this, Kellen the Great smiled and said, "The question you ask is a sacred one. And there, it is a sacred place.
But if you want to truly understand the problem, you'd better ask and listen.
And only he can give you the perfect answer."
...
Many people think that Kellen the Great did not give the clearest reply in the end, which is a very disappointing result.
For this reason, later scholars visited several people who accompanied Kellen the Great on his campaigns against the Demon Emperor, the Great Demon King, and the divine elders. From there, they learned some behind-the-scenes things that Kellen the Great did not want to mention... The legend of the young hero venturing into the netherworld...
And so, the tales that have been buried for thousands of years have once again become popular in this ancient land of creation!
- of the Kellen emperor of the west Shi Lu ", author: Kellen emperor huang great-great-grandson of history -- -- wind boehner xinjiang creator gods.)
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Kellen fell silent. Quiet silence, calm silence, soul-purifying silence.
What you listen to is always right, no one can doubt. Man cannot doubt, nor can God.
Listening is enough to silence. For what he understood was beyond the comprehension of ordinary people. What he says is not something that ordinary people can say.
When Kellen opened her eyes again, the darkness before her suddenly was no longer terrifying. Kellen understood that the underworld was nothing but a special state of life. They are like this, so what's there to be afraid of?
"Disciples take the precepts!" "Kellen said solemnly.
Listen, this time, did not look back, but he smiled, a knowing smile. In Diting's view, Kellen's indestructible golden body was well-deserved, it was God's choice. God's choice is always right.
"You are shining!" Ningxiang sat in Kellen's arms, staring blankly at Kellen, her face full of surprise. "Golden light."
"Golden light?" Kellen did not see it because it was a spiritual light, not a substantial one. Kellen just felt that her dress was golden, and there was nothing else curious about it.
"Yes, golden light, that's a nuisance for us! A big trouble!" Ningxiang said in a daze.
"Big trouble, why?" Kellen was puzzled.
"What about the Magic Sword?" Ningxiang seemed to be looking for something on Kellen, touched a few times but found nothing, and said urgently, "Take out the Magic sword quickly, and then I'll tell you how dangerous our situation is!"
"Annihilation sword? You mean this short stick..." Before Kellen could finish her words, her eyes were already in shock.
On a piece of rosewood, a sword tip over seven feet long suddenly emerged. This sword was not comparable to anything else, for its shadow was blurred and it was green all over. A searing, intense heat was burning the soul, yet it came from the green blade! It seems that this divine sword poses a special threat to the soul spirit.
"Divine weapons kill demons, swords break through the netherworld. With its support, we have nothing to fear. I wonder how your swordsmanship is?" "Ningxiang asked.
"Swordsmen pass on 'The True Secret of the Thunderbolt of Xuantian'." Kellen indeed.
"Xuantian Thunderbolt True Art"? What kind of sword technique is that?" Ningxiang had never heard of it before and was naturally curious. I was even more curious about Diting, who had known the true art of this swordsmanship for a long time, fearing that what Kellen had learned might not be true. But I hope it is true. If it were true, this ancient netherworld would be saved! It's a pity that the demon-slaying sword is not the only sword in these three realms and five domains.
In Diting's mind, only the Xuantian Thunderbolt Divine Sword is the unique divine artifact of the three realms and five domains!
If it were the Xuantian Thunderbolt Divine Sword, it would destroy all the gods and demons in the world and restore chaos, let alone destroy a small ancient netherworld?
Diting said slowly, "The demon-slaying sword is enough to protect oneself. Why not try Kellen's swordsmanship, Ningxiang?"
"Good!" Ningxiang actually smiled, for she was already proud of the magic sword she had borrowed. To Kellen: "Recently, a evil spirit called the Seventh Prince of the Netherworld has come to the ancient Netherworld. It's very powerful. I'm afraid it's in the afterlife right now! I've been here several times before, but I still can't go down to the eighteenth level of hell. Because it's impossible to pass through the realm of rebirth alone."
"Eighteen levels of hell? What to do there?" Kellen was even more confused.
"Listen to live there! Don't you even know this?"
"Kellen is so ignorant that she really doesn't know." Kellen indeed.
"I brought Diting here without the consent of Hades. If I don't return it, I'm afraid I'll never be reborn again! Damn it, the Prince of the Seven Ghosts is a demon! A true big devil! There are so many little demons around him that I can't defeat any of them, um -- "Ningxiang shrugged her shoulders, pouted her lips and said," so many days have been wasted, which is really a headache!"
"Oh my God? How dare you catch God of the Underworld? You're really bold!" Kellen was completely confused and couldn't believe what the little fellow was saying at all.
"What's the matter? The Nine Kings of Hell are my friends! So is the King of the Underworld! Borrowing a few things, mounts, artifacts - that's my strong suit! To be honest with you, there is nothing I can't borrow in heaven or on earth!" The child spoke without restraint, and the tone was quite bold. I can only smile wryly, for in the three realms and five domains, there is no god who dares to have trouble with such a troublemaker. Whoever offends her will not sleep well. Think about these days, Diting hasn't slept well.
"Where are the Seven Princes of the Ghost? Don't you dare to provoke him? A way out will do, will you?" While they were talking, Diting had already carried the two of them to the underground palace corridor.
"Prince of the Ghost Seven? Have you seen it too?" Ningxiang's innocent little face was filled with fear.
"None." Seeing Ningxiang's fear, Kellen realized something. It was the threat, the threat of death! He saw the demonic aura, in palaces of all sizes, except for the mummified corpses that could emit demonic aura for ten thousand years. These ghostly palaces, too, were quietly giving off a dark and blinding demonic aura!
For Ningxiang and Diting, this is a familiar place. For Kellen, it was a creepy, ghostly maze. The dark passageways were wide enough to accommodate three or five carriages side by side. Strangely enough, there wasn't a single ghost or spirit in such a wide passage. There are no such ghostly messengers as the Ox-headed and horse-faced black and White Impermanence.
Under the high, dark expanse of the sky, there are large pillars as black as lacquer. Inside the pillars were the gates of the palaces and halls, which were tightly shut. It was through the cracks of the doors that the demonic aura wafted out.
Where are we going? Kellen was puzzled because the chilly passageway was drifting backward at a speed. A glimpse of the court beside her ears was too much to take in. Kellen couldn't remember the way at all. He was afraid that he wouldn't be able to return, wouldn't be able to escape the gates of death, wouldn't be able to see Elara and Wanxin, and would have to be reunited with Elara's parents! Kellen let out a cold sigh, perhaps not even Elara's parents. Because their souls may have passed away too.
If only Elara had been by her side, at least the crystal ring on her hand could have helped a lot! Because You Xiaojiao has a special ability that she can bring the dead back to life, a ability that probably Mu Gu Xian can't match.
"SHH - Keep a low voice! Ningxiang was most afraid of Kellen making a sound at this moment and whispered, "According to Diting, this is an ancient path leading to the eighteenth level of hell, a shortcut! But I haven't walked it for a long time. Look how much demonic energy there is here. It must be brought by the seventh Prince of the ghost! We want to stay away from trouble. It's best not to make a sound!
Also, you'd better keep your body down a bit, because you're shining a golden light and it's very easy to expose the target! Especially that demon-slaying sword, which is more likely to draw the alarm of evil spirits! Because the sword has killed more demons than you have ever seen all of them!" Ningxiang really knows more than Kellen does. I'm afraid no one would have a childlike thought of coming to a place like the ancient Netherworld to play and learn. If a person is bold enough, like Ningxiang, then it's unknown.
Kellen stopped. He found that the job of a bodyguard was not so easy to learn. Especially in this godforsaken place, the difficulty of defense is far greater than that of the Beast's Abyss. It seems that the most troublesome thing is not this, but to protect Ningxiang, such a mischievous creature. Despite her young age, she knows nothing more than a tribal chief. She has a lot of tricks up her mind, one child at a time, one idea at a time. The decision that could be made at any moment, Kellen had no time to think about it before being led by the nose by the little fellow for no reason.
That's just how a child throws a tantrum. It seems that Kellen is more patient than the average person and is a good brother.
The palace before him was completely enveloped in a dark, ink-like demonic aura. The original faint blue light and the scattered green light had vanished completely. Only the faint purple light flickered from time to time on the not-so-clear passageways ahead. The speed of listening did not slow down at all, like a dark yellow light, the wind swept through the wide corridor between the halls.
Even though the night was pitch-black and pitch-dark, Diting seemed to be able to see the way without the need for any light to guide him. Diting deliberately quickened his speed, for the thick demonic aura was an ominous threat to anyone! A threat to life and death! In this heavy demonic threat, the best strategy is to break through the demonic energy and flee at once!
After all, they have few men, but the demonic aura is heavy. If they encounter demons and monsters in such a situation, there will surely be more than one or two opponents! Two fists are no match for four hands, and there is a disparity in numbers between us. If we really fight to the death, it will surely be disadvantageous to us! So the fewer conflicts there are, the better.
"Whoosh!"
Listen to the flash of lightning through a court alley, Kellen saw it! Seeing pairs of dark green demonic eyes and pairs of milky white ghostly eyes, in the thick black demonic air at the end of the alley, giving off a chilling cold light at will. Kellen finally confirmed her guess that this might be a ghost's den!
"Whoosh!"
As Diting passed through the next court alley, Kellen saw the same scene again. In the billowing black air, pairs of eyes, green and white, were flashing with a cold, fierce light. Kellen was highly alert, so she spotted the eyes of the demons and monsters. But these demons and monsters may not be able to detect Kellen, because with the speed of listening in the ancient netherworld, they simply cannot perceive Kellen's presence.
The speed of the listening was so fast that it was like lightning! "Swish speed surprises, leaving only a xuan huang town, that monsters at the end of the alley, simply can not afford time to look at, this way the xuan Huang Guangying had already disappear. When you take a second look, all you see is the black gas, the surging black gas! A wisp of black mist!
"Shu --"
A long, dark yellow shadow, having broken through the thick, demonic aura of the black mist, burst into a wide street filled with purple light. The street was a court street, much wider than the common people's courtyards. On one side was the high back wall of the main hall in the front yard. On the other side was a grand hall with its gates tightly closed and its eaves wide. This purple glow, like mist and smoke, is the faint purple glow that has just been seen.
"Close your eyes quickly!" " Hearing the warning from the weng's voice, Ningxiang immediately closed her eyes. Kellen was about to close her eyes too, but her reaction was exactly a quarter of a second slower. It was in that quarter of a second that Kellen saw a group of children with upturned pinches playing around on this flat and wide street.
A top, flapping and spinning. With a crackle, it struck the top tightly. "Whoosh --" With that whoosh, the spinning top flew even faster. A smug smile appeared on the innocent little face, exactly like the smug look on Ningxiang's face! Kellen couldn't help cracking the corners of her mouth and giving a sweet smile, as if her heart was itching and she wanted to give a hard whip on the top.
A little boy said, "Play with it!" Play with me!" The other boy said, "No!" No!" There was another boy beside him who, without a word, snatched the whistle whip and slapped the top with a "pop", his mouth wide open and laughing, looking even more smug!
The previous boy punched the boy who was holding the whip in the back of his heart and said, "Return the whip to me!" The whipping boy returned the whip, and it seemed as if he was about to hit the boy in the face. With this whip, the delicate little face is bound to bloom! Such a face, I'm afraid there will be a hard scar left from childhood.
At the critical moment, when it was imminent, Kellen didn't even think about it and had already flown out. With her left hand, she was about to grab the tip of the whip. For fear that the whip might really hit the child in the face, and if it did, the consequences would be unimaginable.
Just as Kellen was flying away from Diting, she heard Diting cry out, "No!"
It was too late --
Kellen's hand was already firmly grasping the whip. The slippery tip of the whip suddenly turned back and gave Kellen a hard bite on the back of her hand. Kellen "Hiss --!" A whoosh of pain, a piercing pain. In the blink of an eye, I saw a few children staring at Kellen with a mischievous grin. This kind of smirk is obviously the smirk of success in setting traps.
The eyes of the mischievous smile suddenly turned into pale pupils! The pupils of the evil spirit of the netherworld!
With a cold gaze and a hideous face, where could there be any little rascal with a headband? Suddenly, they turned into four tall, blue-faced, fang-toothed, purple-glowing women in white robes. Kellen looked again at the back of her hand. A purple-blue triangular snake head had already nailed two long, venomous fangs into the back of her hand!
"Ah!" A crisp exclamation interrupted all of Kellen's thoughts. Kellen turned her head sharply and saw a large, invisible hand that had quietly drawn the Ningxiang on Diting's back into a dark, ink-like mist. Diting did not think much of it, whoosh! He plunged into the mist, apparently to save Ningxiang.
Kellen wanted to go too, but the two vicious fangs that went deep into the bone had become a bond!
In fact, Ningxiang didn't want to open her eyes. But she also heard the naughty boy's noise, Kellen's fleeting flyby, and Kellen's painful "siss". The sounds were heard one after another, and the child was already curious, and this curiosity was not a big deal, but rather fell into the pre-set spell of sorcery! Even if you listen and try to stop it, it's too late to act...