Chapter 252 Under Hell

“No matter where I am, my mentality remains the same.”

Li Congxin said as if he was joking.

As he continues to grow and gain, his state of mind at this time has reached a state of open-mindedness and open-mindedness.

In his view, life is just a scenery. Whether it is the fairy palace in the sky or the underworld, he can always maintain the mentality of a viewer. This may be the mentality of the eternal immortal and absolutely invincible!

Besides, at this time, the road under his feet was not really the road to hell.

As soon as he came here, he saw it clearly. The world under the Demon King's coffin is a world created by powerful powers, just a large-scale illusion.

The gate of hell, the road to hell, could it be that the great man created a hell for himself? However, no matter what strange scenes there are ahead, everything seen before the eyes is an illusion, created by the real owner of the Demon King's Coffin.

What Li Congxin is more curious about now is the real owner of the Demon King's coffin, the super boss.

rustle!

As the vast and ancient loess continued to move forward, the group of five people became farther and farther away from the 'Ghost Gate' behind them.

suddenly.

Wow——!

On both sides of the 'Huangquan Road', on the vast land, bewitching exotic flowers began to bloom, extending infinitely in all directions, turning into an endless sea of ​​flowers.

Those flowers bloomed in all their beauty, as red as stained with blood, like blood pools blooming in a dream. Dreamy, mysterious and simply beautiful.

Several people were attracted by the sea of ​​flowers blooming on the surrounding ground. They did not expect that there would be such beautiful scenery on Huangquan Road.

"What a powerful fairy power!"

"What a powerful method!"

Li Qingfeng and Wu Kaishan were shocked at the same time, and Li Huaying looked intoxicated: "What a beautiful flower of the underworld."

"Manzhushahua!"

Li Congxin said interestingly: "Manzhu Shahua, also known as the flower of the underworld, is the only scenery on the Huangquan Road and the last scenery in life."

"Manzhushahua, legend has it that it was a flower that was voluntarily thrown into the underworld. However, because she was too delicate and beautiful, she was sent back by the underworld, but she still lingered on the road to the underworld. The underworld couldn't bear it, so it agreed to let her bloom on the road to the underworld for those who left the world after death. One’s last bit of comfort.”

"How do you know this?" Li Huaying looked surprised.

Li Congxin smiled slightly.

Wow!

Wow——!

As the loess continues to move forward, the manjus and sandalwoods around them continue to bloom.

As if intoxicated by the beautiful scenery, Li Huaying unconsciously took Li Congxin's hand and intertwined their fingers...

Soon after, the strange sea of ​​flowers came to an end, and the scenery in front suddenly changed. The people who were originally appreciating the expression were shocked.

"Good guy!"

Even Li Tianba, known as the ‘God of Slaughter’, had a stern look on his face.

Ahead, a magnificent river appeared.

I saw that what was flowing in the river was not water, but a blood-yellow paste after people were minced. It was extremely spectacular.

"Woo~"

"Uuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu"

In the river, there were countless desolate and pitiful cries, and countless half-dead corpses were floating in and out of the river. They were full of lonely ghosts who could not be reincarnated. They were full of insects, snakes, scorpions, and rats, and the fishy wind rolled against their faces.

Thousands of floating corpses!

Billions of dead souls!

The picture was extremely tragic.

Even Li Tianba and Li Qingfeng felt their scalps go numb for a while. Even if they had killed countless creatures in their lives, they were definitely not as good as one ten thousandth of those in the river.

Li Huaying, who was intertwined with Li Congxin, couldn't help but tighten her fingers. In fact, she was a little nervous.

"At the end of Huangquan Road, opposite is the Wangchuan River. It's really impressive. The owner of the Demon King's coffin has really created a world of the underworld for himself."

Li Congxin was at ease.

Coming here, if you were an ordinary person, you would probably be scared out of your wits.

Naturally, all the creatures in the river of corpses and flesh died at the hands of the owner of the Demon King's Coffin. He created an underworld himself and turned the people he killed in his life into this river of forgetfulness.

What kind of peerless demon is this person?

How powerful and terrifying is it?

Li Qingfeng also thought this way: "Seal the souls and corpses of the people you killed in a big river! The corpses in this river are too vast. The people who created this fantasy world have slaughtered so many creatures!"

"It will definitely stain the whole world with blood!"

Li Tianba said with admiration in his tone: "The blood on my hands could dye the sky red!"

Several people came to the raging river of corpses.

Forget the river!

The dividing line between life and death!

There is only an old and dilapidated wooden bridge on the "Forgotten River", which looks weathered and shaky.

The wooden bridge has an extremely mysterious atmosphere and an ancient atmosphere, as if the broken wooden bridge has experienced as many years as the world is as long as the world.

In front of the bridge, on the bank of the Wangchuan River, there is a woman in red whose color is very consistent with the dark painting style here. Her long hair is disheveled and her face cannot be seen. She is seen constantly scooping up blood-yellow corpse water from the Wangchuan River. , cooking a pot of steaming soup.

Naihe Bridge!

Po Meng!

"I really created an underground underworld for myself. This is so real."

While Li Congxin watched, he glanced at the woman in red with his eyes of truth.

Character: Fake Po Meng.

Identity: Transformed by a powerful ray of magic.

Cultivation: Giant!

I couldn't help but feel a little shocked, a wisp of demonic energy had the strength of a giant!

He dared to conclude that the master of this magic tower was definitely not inferior to Gu Du Cang Hai, the sword god of all worlds in the sword tower, and Zhang Dao Ran, the Confucian saint of all worlds in the book tower.

If you want to move forward, you must pass the "Naihe Bridge" on the "Forget River". Li Huaying, who was holding Li Congxin's five fingers, joked: "It's really unlucky to pass through the gate of hell, walk the road to the underworld, and go to the Naihe Bridge!"

"After this trip, how much bad luck will you be affected! My little cutie, my heart is cold now."

"Fifth Ancestor, do you still care about bad luck?"

Li Tianba laughed and said, "You have been buried in the imperial mausoleum for millions of years, and it's not like you haven't died before."

"No one will think you are dumb if you don't speak."

The atmosphere was broken instantly, and Li Huaying glared at him with disgust.

"Everyone, there is no way back, drink the soup before you go."

As they were talking and laughing, a charming voice sounded as soon as they arrived at the wooden bridge. The voice seemed to have a kind of enchanting magic that could capture people's souls and control their minds, making them lose their souls, paralyzed, and unable to lift their feet.

Li Huaying, Li Tianba, Li Qingfeng, and Wu Kaishan all stopped involuntarily.

By the bridge, the woman in red stood up, with her skirt and long hair fluttering. She had a beautiful face and waved to everyone with a bowl of yellow water: "Everyone, there is no way back, drink the soup before you go."

"Drink the soup before you go..."

At her call, Li Huaying and the other four looked confused, and they couldn't help but walk over to take the yellow water from her hand and drink it.

"Girl, I won't drink the soup."

At this time, Li Congxin, who was standing aside with a faint smile, waved his sleeves.

Suddenly, ripples appeared in the space, and the confusing power that permeated the surroundings continued to dissipate. In his absolute domain, no one could confuse his mind.

The four people woke up immediately.

"Your mother!"

Li Tianba couldn't help but get angry and cursed: "You are playing tricks, I'll go to your uncle!" He kicked out with a big foot, kicking the bowl in the hand of the woman in red away.

The yellow soup spilled all over the floor.

With his kick, the woman in red disappeared under his feet, and the next second, she appeared in the distance, still holding a bowl of "Meng Po Soup", with a sinister and charming smile on her face, looking at everyone with a weird and evil face.

"Don't worry about her, it's just a wisp of demonic energy."

Li Congxin said, if his father really rushed up, he couldn't beat the woman in red.

The woman in red was the strength of a giant.

"Little cutie, you still have good concentration." Li Huaying, who was a little scared, stroked his chest.

"Hahaha, that's all practice."

Li Tianba laughed heartily again: "There are so many beauties around my son, how can a mere ghost seduce him? My son is now, even if the black flute is sucked by that beauty, he can be as steady as an old dog and indifferent."

"You..."

Li Huaying glared: "Will you die if you don't speak?"

"Ahem..."

Li Congxin was also sweating: "Dad, you are too kind, I'm not that good. You really flatter me."

"Hahaha."

Li Qingfeng and Wu Kaishan also laughed on the side.

"Let's go."

Immediately, Li Congxin walked onto the 'Naihe Bridge' and walked forward.

This underground underworld is very real, and the 'Meng Po' can capture people's souls. If you really drink the bowl of 'Meng Po Soup' in her hand, I'm afraid you will forget everything. A bowl of soup is equivalent to forgetting your future.

This method is really powerful!

A group of people walked across the ‘Naihe Bridge’. At the other end of the bridge, there stood an ancient stone platform, like a step to stand high and look far. It has a kind of magic that makes people want to stand on it and look back.

“Dad, you can’t go up.”

Li Congxin grabbed Li Tianba and said, “This is the Wangxiang Terrace! Look back and you will be heartbroken.”

Wangxiang Terrace is the last scenery before entering the underworld and the last memory of the past.

Standing on the Wangxiang Terrace, you can see all the scenes of your life, passing through your eyes one by one, just like walking through life. After watching, you will cry first, then lose all hope, and then give up everything, let go of the world and go to hell.

“My dear son, how do you know so much? It seems like you know everything.”

Looking at Li Congxin, Li Tianba’s one eye was shocked.

This kid, does he know everything?

He was also shocked. Damn, just now, he almost got into trouble again.

In this case, as long as you climb up to the "Hometown Viewing Platform" and look back, you will become a walking corpse like someone suffering from depression, and you will no longer have any interest in ambitions, peerless cultivation, wife and children.

Hiss~!

Looking back, a single glance will kill you!

This is definitely more terrifying than killing someone.