Ning Chen was very entangled, more than ever before. He suffered such a great sin, was so cruel to others, and was almost trapped in the illusion. Now he finally saw the treasure in front of him, but he couldn't get it.

This pain made him crazy, just like someone stabbed him and finally pulled him away.

"Huff"

The little white horse took a deep breath, his whole body was red, as if it had been cooked. Ning Chen was upset and had no time to pay attention to it.

"bite"

The bell sounded, and outside the gate of the underworld, a ghost sedan appeared. The black and white impermanence in front of him jumped ten feet and approached in a blink of an eye.

Ning Chen felt cold in his heart, and he made a quick decision and took the little white horse away. He didn't know who it was sitting in the ghost sedan chair, but the bull-headed and horse-faced, black and white impermanence was not something he could deal with.

It was enough to have a fever in his mind, and he could no longer seek suffering.

The hall of the Netherworld is very large. Behind the altar is a blood pool of ten feet in radius. The blood pool has dried up, but the blood smell has not dissipated for a long time and is disgusting.

After entering the hall, the Netherworld Ghost Seal stopped in front of the altar. A pair of cold eyes in the sedan chair looked at the demon sword and divine sword on the altar. A strange note was read out from his mouth, intending to regain these two divine weapons.

The demon sword trembled gently, emitting a dazzling blood-colored light. Just as it was about to fly out, the magic sword was bright and purple, suppressing the restless demon sword. The two magic weapons kept trembling, as if they were arguing about something.

Finally, the demon sword returned to peace and the divine sword fell silent.

"snort"

A cold snorted from the ghost sedan chair, obviously very dissatisfied with the result. However, the sword has a spirit, and no one can force two divine weapons to recognize their master in this underworld.

"Ghost girl, long time no see"

At this moment, outside the hall, a very yin and evil voice came. The person who came was as handsome as a demon, wearing a purple garment with red clothes. Although his eyebrows and eyes were smiling, he had a chill that made people tremble all over his body.

"Mingzi, you're awake too."

The woman in the ghost sedan chair had a hint of surprise and anger in her voice, and she was very displeased with the handsome man in front of her coming out early.

"Wake up? Hey, I've been awake all the time."

Mingzi walked forward two steps, came to the altar, and said with an indifferent smile.

The women in the sedan chair ignored this obvious lie. They all slept for a long time, and it was impossible for anyone to be awake.

Mingzi is an anomaly in the underworld, powerful and absurd, which is amazing and terrifying.

"Are you here for the Demon Sword?"

It was already true that Mingzi woke up, and the ghost girl no longer thought about it, but asked in a deep voice.

"I said no, do you believe it?" Mingzi gently stroked the texture on the demon knife with his fingers, and a dangerous curve bent at the corner of his mouth, and continued, "However, I know that many people are interested in it, so I came."

In the "crazy" sedan chair, the ghost girl sarcastically said.

"Are you crazy? I think the ghost girl knows Mingzi the best, it's a pity."

Mingzi sighed with a long sigh of grief flashed on his strange face, and the sad sigh seemed to be heartbroken by the ghost girl's incomprehension.

"Abyss, your hypocrisy is disgusting"

The ghost girl revealed Mingzi's real name, which was sarcastic. In this place, only the two of them knew each other very well, so naturally she would not be moved by this false performance.

Mingzi turned around, looked serious, and sighed, "I have never lie."

A ghost girl smiled coldly from the sedan chair, "Your words are the biggest lie!"

"Mingzi, don't blame me for not reminding you that this life is different from the past, and your absurdity will only bring you death."

After the words came to an end, the ghost girl was unwilling to waste her time here. She thought lightly in her mouth, black and white impermanence opened the way, and carried the sedan chair with a cow head and horse face. The ghost sedan chair in the underworld slowly left, and disappeared soon after.

"Diet, I'm extremely looking forward to it."

Mingzi gently stroked the sword, and light flashed in his eyes, allowing the sharp blade to cut his fingers, but it seemed as if he didn't know. A trace of blood was left along the blade, making the cold sword look even more weird.

The Demon Sword did not reject Mingzi's blood, but did not recognize his identity. It just inserted it quietly on the altar, and the blood was gone and it did not move.

Mingzi looked at the Demon Sword quietly, and after a long time, he chuckled softly, "Demon Sword, Demon Sword, I will wait for the day when you are born, and see you dye the whole world the most wonderful blood color."

...

Ning Chen didn't know what happened in the hall. He didn't look back after he left. He knew very well that the pair of evil swords were not his. He couldn't move or take them away. However, he hid the wooden boat next to the soft water, so no one else could come in.

Ning Chen was in a very bad mood and kept talking all the way.

Ning Chen admitted that he was not very scheming and that others could not get anything he could not get.

As for whether the person in the ghost sedan can take away the pair of swords, it is not something he can control. Although he is very unhappy, he really has no choice.

Now he can't even beat the cow head and horse faces carrying the sedan chair, let alone the people or ghosts in the ghost sedan chair.

The little white horse was still red and even a little hot, and it really looked like it was being cooked.

"Huch" the little white horse can't say anything about his suffering, and he dare not express his grievances.

He told you to eat randomly, Ning Chen gloated and thought.

He still has a lot of resentment about not being able to take away the sword. Seeing that the little white horse would not die for a while, it would be a few days at most, so he would not care about it.

"Hold on, by the way, where did I just talk about it?"

After Ning Chen came out of the illusion, he talked a lot more and became muttering. In fact, it is not difficult to understand. No one has been trapped in the illusion for several days, months or years. There is no living person around him, and there is not even a cockroach. There are only a group of Yin soldiers and Yin cavalry. Even if they are not crazy, they will be perverted.

The little white horse was in pain and basically ignored what Ning Chen was saying. When he occasionally whispered, he was annoyed by the nagging and expressed his protest.

Unfortunately, Ning Chen didn't care about its protests at all.

At this moment, he thought that the little white horse's protest was also cute.

Or, as long as you live, you are cute.

Behind the hall of Netherworld Hell is a deserted area with bumps and boulders, and there are huge rocks erected at random. The strange and strange terrain is invisible at first sight, making people feel chilled in their hearts.

Ning Chen frowned. He didn't like this place, and it would be difficult to leave if the yin energy was too heavy.

He is a disabled person, and it is more difficult than ordinary people to walk on flat ground. Now that he is letting him walk on this strange terrain, isn’t this his life?

Ning Chen looked at the little white horse, measured the latter's system, and finally gave up. This guy looked like he didn't have much meat, so he would still say whether he would be able to carry him or not. Don't throw him down again.

I used to jump off a cliff and fell down my legs, but it would be too unworthy to knock my face again today.

Think about it, his life is actually big enough. He jumped off the cliff and died. Not long after he fell, he didn't know what he hit. Today, he was not dead again and was rescued by the little white horse. It is said that a good person will not live long and will be harmed for thousands of years, but no matter how he looks at him, he doesn't look like a bad person, right?

The ancients said, the ancients said, "The ancients said that after saying so many things, it seems that something always goes wrong."

"Xiaobai, do you think I'm a good person?"

Ning Chen turned his wheelchair and asked while trying hard to climb the pit.

"Huff"

Even though the little white horse was uncomfortable, he couldn't help but express his disdain.

"I knew you must think so,"

Ning Chenle smiled and said.

"Huff"

The little white horse rolled his eyes and ignored this shameless human.

"etc"

Ning Chen suddenly froze his hands, looked up at the surrounding terrain, and a bad premonition arose in his heart.

This is not the legendary Eighteen Hells, right?

Ning Chen frowned, thought about it and then thought that he didn't know much about myths and legends in his previous life, so he didn't remember it very clearly. Is the eighteenth floor of hell coming from behind the Netherworld Hall?

Ning Chen sighed in his heart. It was absolutely true that he would have read more books about myths and legends before.

After leaving for a while, each man and horse ate all the dry food he brought, and his throat was dry and smoked, but he found that this strange place seemed to never go.

"Xiaobai, we won't die of starvation and thirst here, right?"

Ning Chen slowly turned the wheelchair, breathless but weak.

"Huff"

The little white horse turned his head and whispered, indicating that they could return the same way.

Ning Chen was silent for a moment, but still shook his head. He always felt that there was a terrible monster behind him, so he never dared to think of turning back.

"Huff"

The little white horse continued to move forward, meaning that if you don’t go back, you won’t go back, and you will die together.

"Right"

Ning Chen was very satisfied with the attitude of the little white horse and grinned with difficulty. He decided that if he could survive, he would definitely be a little better to this guy.

"Well"

After walking for a long time, just as the person and horse were exhausted, the lamp was exhausted and the energy was about to end, Ning Chen suddenly trembled in his body and let out a long painful hum in his mouth. In the sea of ​​energy, two pages of golden paper began to swallow each other after the real air was not nourished.

"Be honest with me"

Ning Chen was furious and shouted loudly. It was already time that these two guys were still engaged in internal strife.
To be continued...