The Temple of the Underworld looked like a lonely island made of stone in the sea of darkness. On all sides of the Temple of the Underworld was an endless abyss.
Ning Xiaoling fell into the abyss.
She always held the Goddess, or rather, the Goddess held her hand, and the rainbow light that enveloped her was like an armor of blades, and the remnants of the feathered serpent that came at her were all resolved.
But the tidal wave of thousands of residual souls swept over the body, making it difficult to resist. They were knives roaring through the spiritual world, cutting a fragmented wound through the sea of spirit.
Ning Xiaoling's consciousness was invaded by darkness, and her figure was as lonely as a gale blowing up flakes of snow.
Ning Xiaoling gritted her teeth and stabbed the blade as hard as she could.
On the other end of the blade, the remnant soul of Mu Lingshi was pierced, similarly letting out a heart-shattering scream, and th
Ning Changjiu and Lu Marriage: "" Si Ming stared back blandly at the stunned daoist who stood woodenly in place and smiled, "What's the matter? Having come to my sect, why don't you still pay your respects to the Sovereign Lord?" Ning Nagisa, who had traveled here by wind and snow, looked at Simian's clear and colorless face, and after a moment of silence, asked, "When did you take office? Where is the original Patriarch?" "The original patriarch was to sacrifice a full clan of living beings in order to form the Underworld, his virtue was not worthy of his position and he should not have been in charge of the Nine Sepulchral Halls." Sifu said ethereally. Ning Nagisa asked, ''What about the elders in the sect? The older ones can all convince you? Or do you." Simin said indifferently, "Would I not do that thing of slaughtering the clan? You must not speculate on the Goddess with a mortal heart." Lu Shuangdai said doubtfully, "Then why is
Ning Xiaoling's petite body sat in the enormous throne, as if she were a princess of the Underworld. Ning long helped her straighten out her dress, the hem of which lay neatly on her slim, clean thighs, and the dust and blood that clung to her dress was distilled with spiritual energy, gently brushed off, and dissipated into a fine dust that dissipated into the darkness. The young girl's hand holding the knife was squeezed tightly, but her eyebrows were serene, not moving a muscle, like a delicate porcelain puppet at the mercy of others. In the silence of the great hall, Ning looked at her silently for a long time, revealing a smile. He never thought they would meet in such a place, in such a way. The sea of darkness that once held all the spirits has been cut off from its source, and this place has become a dead sea, silent and desolate like a real cemetery, with no worshippers. Ning looked at her for a long time, his gaze moving down
"Do not desire?" Hades Monarch II frowned and asked, "Why don't you desire it? This cat was brought up by your senior sister." Ning said longingly, "Isn't the Kingslayer Sect in the process of putting together 300,000 people? Throw it in to make up the numbers." The fish king gritted his teeth and looked at him. Earlier, when it was crouching in the stone house, it had heard the faint sounds of a conversation coming from outside. The man's voice sounded somewhat familiar. But it felt that since it had come to save Ning Xiaoling, it would surely fish itself out in the process. That is, until it was carried out by Hades II reaching out it was, and this face it would never forget for the rest of its life crashed into view. Its mind was blank for a moment, and only a few big words "Things are unpredictable" floated in the center of the sea of consciousness. "Ning Xiaoling," the Fish King thought about the name, and the more
"I am the Lord of Purgatory, the orphan of the Remnant Kingdom, the Lord of the Sea of Darkness, and the helmsman of the Nine Underworlds do you realize what you are doing to me? You are blaspheming! Those who blaspheme will eventually fall into the deeper depths of hell, be broken in shape and fall into eternity!" The young girl was pinned to her throne by the golden Shura, her roar echoing through the underworld temple as the massive white bones behind her squirmed. Sensing the maiden's anger, it opened its huge, tapered mouth covered in hooked, sharp teeth and let out a deafening sound. Shura raised his head, adamantine and furious, and locked eyes with it, letting out a low, lion-like roar in the same way. The Shura is horrible, and the bone serpent is hideous. "If blasphemers would be condemned to death by Heaven, then the ones sitting on the twelve godly seats today should have been subjected to the backlash of the Heavenly Dao a long ti
In the deep underworld hall, the fish king with white and long hair squatted on the ground, it looked like a statue frozen from surprise, a pair of pupils glowing with ghostly light at night surveyed the surroundings. The Fish King had cultivated its wisdom for many years, but the series of things that had happened recently were constantly impacting its original perceptions. Such as the bizarre scene in front of us Ning Nagisa was pressing the Ning Xiaoling lookalike Underworld Monarch onto his throne and invading him, the Underworld Monarch was calling him senior brother with every mouthful, petulantly begging for mercy nonstop. And at this moment, his true self, his own Dried Fish Deliverer, Ning Xiaoling, Ning Nagisa's little senior sister, had awakened at some point. Her naive and innocent eyes widened as she watched what was happening in front of her. Sluggish brain spun up Elder Brother was violating a little girl on a throne that looked
Fate is unpredictable. King Fish had never imagined that one of his own self-taught cats would one day teach a true descendant of the Underworld to read and write, and to read the native script of the Underworld. The Underworld Palace lost the Underworld Immortal Scrolls, and the textual memories in the ancient inheritance of the Underworld Monarch were incomplete, which made many of the ancient scrolls in the Palace impossible for the Underworld Monarch to flip through. It, on the other hand, had been using the Underworld Immortal Scroll as a demonic elixir for many years, and the words in it had long since become telepathic with him and familiar with each other. "In the previous month, how come I didn't realize that you were such a cat talent?" The Underworld Monarch looked at the white cat lying on the desktop with a haughty look on its face and tsked, saying, "You can't really be the reincarnation of Shimeji, can you? Did Shimeji take some kind of
Jiuyue stood in front of them, a large pile of paper with ugly handwriting cluttered in front of her, after she finished speaking she looked at them with a serious look, a look that hoped that you would not be ungrateful, and obediently cooperate with me in good faith to restore the glory of the Underworld together. "At that time, when I become the Lord of the Underworld Kingdom, I will make you a Divine Magistrate and appoint you as a Heavenly Monarch. At that time, whenever one of your loved ones dies, I'll help you fish her out." Nine Specters proposed in a spirited manner, "In the future, we'll just rely on this place to be bullies, and no one will be able to control us!" Ning looked at Jiuyue for a long time and said, "Although the spirit has no boundaries, the places that the outside world can reach are much, much more open than the Underworld, so even if we go out, where are we going to find authority for you?" Jiuyue thought about it and cheered, "The
In the stone-floating Underworld Hall, between the darkness of the light, the feathered serpent's soul has long been lost. Wood Spirit pupil, this Underworld Dao Spirit Sect's most legendary patriarch, also under the heaven's reckoning and people's reckoning to eliminate the soul, dragon mother mother's corpse fell to the ground, she died for a hundred years, now the power faded, more no longer alive. The entire palace was like a mottled ancient painting. The man in the painting slowly awoke. After Ning long woke up, he immediately reached out and shook his sleeve, and the fingers between his sleeves pinched a key technique for gathering souls, embracing Ning Xiaoling's soul into his arms. Ning Xiaoling, who was missing a divine soul, was still intact in appearance, only certain parts of his divine soul glowed with a translucent, weak color. Ning Xiaoling's body was still sitting on the throne, her waist slender, her white skirt flowing, and t