LIGHTNOVELONLINE Chapter 105
Chapter 105 Let’s go after a bowl of soup…
rustle!
As the vast and ancient loess slipped forward, Zhao Hao got farther and farther away from the gate of the ghost. Suddenly, a bunch of fascinating flowers sprouted on the ground around him, extending infinitely in all directions, turning into an endless sea of flowers.
Those flowers are very beautiful, blood-stained red, like the blood-colored tan in bloom in a dream.
The other side flower!
Zhao Hao was fascinated by the large sea of flowers around him. He didn’t expect that there would be such a beautiful scenery on the way to the underworld.
The other side flower, the only scenery on Huangquan Road, is also the last scenery in life.
The other side flower is said to be a flower that voluntarily put into the underworld. Because it was too charming and was sent back by the underworld, but still wandering on Huangquan Road, the underworld could not bear it, so he agreed to let her open on Huangquan Road, giving her the last comfort .
As the loess continued to move forward, the flowers on the other side of the body continued to appear and bloom.
Finally, when the sea of flowers came to an end, the landscape painting style in front changed, making Zhao Hao’s appreciative expression disappear instantly.
In front, there appeared a big river, in the river was flowing **** water like minced human flesh, and there were countless sad and sad voices, half-dead corpses ups and downs, and inside were full of lonely souls and ghosts that could not be reborn. The insects, snakes, scorpions and rats are full, and the fishy wind blows on their faces.
Forget Chuanhe!
The dividing line between life and death!
Zhao Hao’s expression wrinkled, even if he had countless murders, his hands were stained with blood, looking at the Wangchuan River, he couldn’t help nauseating.
Over the Wangchuan River, there is an old dilapidated stone bridge with endless darkness, as if how long the world is, the stone bridge has gone through many years.
In front of the stone bridge, there was a rickety old woman with her white hair scattered and she couldn’t see her face. She was constantly scooping up **** water from the Wangchuan River and boiling a pot of magical soup.
What a bridge!
Po Meng!
As Zhao Hao watched him, he had been driving the “danger prediction”. He didn’t notice the hostility from the old woman, and checked it with the “Sky Eye Appraisal”. As a result, a long string of question marks appeared, which was completely impenetrable.
The old woman is unfathomable, like the stone bridge, living the same life as heaven and earth, immortal…
To go to the underworld, you have to pass through the Naihe Bridge. At this moment, Zhao Hao’s heart is cold and cold. Damn, cross the ghost gate, take the Huangquan Road, and go to the Naihe Bridge. It is really unlucky. This trip, no Would you really kill yourself?
But if you want to conquer the world, first build hell, the road of the emperor, there is no way out. Zhao Hao could only bite the bullet and move forward.
“Children, there is nowhere to go before, so let’s have a bowl of soup before leaving.”
As soon as Zhao Hao arrived in front of the Naihe Bridge, an old voice suddenly sounded. The voice seemed to be full of magic power, which could hold people’s spirits, control people’s hearts, and make people lose their souls and paralyze.
Zhao Hao stopped.
The old woman by the bridge held a bowl of yellow water, and kept shouting: “Children, there is nowhere to go before, so let’s have a bowl of soup before leaving.”
“Drink a bowl of soup before leaving…”
Zhao Hao’s face was blank, and he couldn’t help but want to take the yellow water in her hand and drink it.
Suddenly, my heart trembled again.
“roll!”
He quickly yelled and cursed: “I will go and return if there is no way forward.” Throwing the yellow water into the Wangchuan River, he stepped on the Naihe Bridge with a stride and hurried away.
This old woman can be intriguing, she must go fast, if she drinks her bowl of Mengpo soup, she will forget everything, and all the kings and beauties will turn into a bubble.
This bowl of soup is tantamount to severing his life.
Zhao Hao walked quickly across the Naihe Bridge. On the other end of the bridge stood a bluestone platform, like a step that stood high and looked far away.
The three characters’Wangxiangtai’ are engraved on the bluestone platform.
Wangxiangtai!
The last scenery before entering the mansion, the last memory before him, it is said that standing on this platform, you can see all the scenes of your life.
“I don’t know if it is true or not?” Zhao Hao jumped on the lookout platform and looked in the other direction of Naihe Bridge.
Suddenly, a phantom appeared in his eyes. In the illusion, he raised his sword on the roof of the town to kill, the majestic palace of the Shenlong Kingdom, killing monsters in the dragon veins, Huang Diewu walking by his side, smiling sweetly…
Even traveling through the time when he was a killer before, in a rural hut earlier, he was still a child, with an innocent and cute face, bounced around the knees of a pair of simple men and women, a warm happiness…
Everything was presented one by one, as Zhao Hao’s eyes gradually moistened as he watched, and his eye sockets turned red.
Before the dead went to report to the netherworld, they missed Yang Shi very much, and they would board the Wangxiangtai, and looked at their hometown for the last time, crying, and then went to the Yincao netherworld with all their heart. It is precisely not eating earthly meals, walking through the yin and yang world, arriving at the Wangxiangtai, and seeing relatives crying and mourning.
Every dead person will cry on Wangxiang Station, and Zhao Hao is not an exception…
“Grass, I’m not dead yet.”
Zhao Hao was certain in his heart, and quickly jumped off the Wangxiangtai, and continued his “tourism” on the final path of the “dead”.
After passing the Wangxiangtai, passing a gloomy dead bamboo forest, in front of him, under the shadowy atmosphere, an old building appeared, which contained a majestic and terrifying aura.
In front of me, there is an ancient gate sitting on a majestic shore. The gate is engraved with a pattern of ghosts and fangs. On it, a black horizontal plaque shows two terrifying and deep weird characters of ‘underworld’.
The ghost pattern on the ancient gate glared at Zhao Hao, as if it contained a devilish energy that swallowed the heavens and the earth. Under the barrier of that terrifying aura, Zhao Hao could no longer do anything.
“Ding!”
“Hint, you have found the entrance to the underworld.”
“If you want to conquer the world, build **** first! The side mission opens: enter the underworld and obtain **** from the hands of the ten great Yan Jun.”
“Hint, the mission is complete, you will also get a special God General Summoning card.”
Zhao Hao’s heart was shaken, and at the same time, he narrowed his eyes again.
“Hell” is not a thing or a thing, how do you get it? Up to this moment, he was still full of slurries.
My heart trembled again.
The ten great Yan Jun are the masters of the underworld. They are all immortal and immortal true gods. Would they easily give ‘hell’ to themselves? What a joke! Hard grab? However, Zhao Hao, the cultivation base of Po Meng on the bridge, saw it with his own eyes, and it was already unfathomable, let alone the ten great Yan Jun of the lord of the underworld…
“This trip to the underworld, it seems that there is really no return!” Zhao Hao sighed, but his heart was extremely firm. At the moment, how to open the door of this underworld!
Buzzing
Zhao Hao’s true strength condensed his whole body, struggling to walk forward, and suddenly, a vast and infinite aura was released from the gate of the underground palace, which directly pushed him out.
Zhao Hao was shocked, this mighty power, not to mention that he is a small repairer of the ninth-ranked war madness who is one step away from the battle emperor realm. Even if a quasi-war emperor of the strengthened group pushes together here, it is impossible to shake that. The vast and infinite aura.