Chapter 588

"Brother! Brother At the same time, Zhao Ziqi was crying out his name in his mind.

Half an hour... He didn't dare to come out, but just ten minutes ago, when his border was about to collapse, suddenly, an indescribable force rushed out of Xu Yangyi's body and extended his border infinitely.

He was very worried. If the border was broken and the old monster had not left... They would never have left alive. However, if the border is not broken, what will my brother do?

Did you kill him yourself?

That's stupid! He wanted to slap himself with the spirit body. However, it was futile. The spirit body could not touch anything. In fact, he hated his body. From childhood to adulthood, although the family cultivated him as a seed, how did he ever have a real childhood?

I can only sleep, and sleep will be upgraded. Wake up, see all grown up people, he wants to speak, but ushered in each other in awe at the monster's eyes.

But this man didn't.

On the other side, he tasted the long-term farewell affection, not the family affection with severe reverence and alienated politeness. Although the other party didn't talk much and they didn't really have much time to contact each other, he could feel that the other party was really thinking about him. Will accompany him to take risks, accompany him to chat sentiment.

At the thought that he might have killed the man himself, he had mixed feelings.

However, Zhao Ziqi didn't feel relaxed. He knew that his brother didn't make a mistake this time. He didn't leave, but the cost was that his brother didn't have any breath of life now!

I have been in that country for three hours. How can I live?

"No... no!" Zhao Ziqi gritted his teeth: "my brother said that he can't help me forever. I... I have to be a monk too..."

Silent, he seemed to make up his mind. After a few seconds, his hands made a strange gesture. With this gesture, a black-and-white shadowy shadow appeared behind him. As he slowly turned, the black-and-white air rose and fell with Pisces on the ground. The engrossed Zhao Ziqi didn't find that, unconsciously, the Pisces on the ground and the black-and-white Tai Chi behind him were completely synchronized!

"The fish lamp leads the soul to open the hell..." he slowly closed his eyes. As soon as his voice fell, two huge ancient lamps appeared around him, not on his side, but on the heads of the two Pisces. At the moment when the ancient lamp appeared, a breath that made other friars feel cold rose around Zhao Ziqi.

The visible wind around him, or... Not the wind, but the ghost, in all the wind, you can see the illusory figures. Waving long sleeves, dancing, enjoying one of the few pleasures in the world.

"At night, crystal light shines on you and your household." His hands suddenly closed, a circle of black and white light from the joint of his hands, a clear shout: "close!"

"Kaka..." with this sound, the black-and-white Taiji behind him exudes the air of death. The air of black-and-white sweeps a hundred meters around, and then... A gate full of talismans and countless yellow papers slowly appears at the crack of black-and-white Taiji.

The wind roared furiously, blowing some of Zhao Ziqi's long hair. However, there was no hesitation on his face. He gritted his teeth and did not step back.

In front of the gate, two figures stood. A man with a cow's head is a man with a horse's face. Wearing ancient armor, a chain, a soul hook. Eyes without a trace of emotion staring at Zhao Ziqi pale face: "who is coming?"

"Tongyou Tong is Zhao Ziqi, the descendant of the Zhao family." Zhao Ziqi arched his hand to answer.

"Brush..." countless handwriting flashed in front of Niu Touma's face, dozens of meters wide. Niu Toukan looked at it for a long time: "the only remaining spiritual family... Access, the old rule."

"Yes." Zhao Ziqi took a deep breath and put a touch on the storage ring. A stack of paper money with red patterns appeared on the gold bottom.

"Not enough." Ma Mian took a light look: "this is not the boundary of the Chinese gods. You are only enough to enter the hell. We can't get into the "river of fire" in the Middle East

"The river of fire?" Zhao Zi seven Leng Leng: "this... Isn't Yin Si?"

"Everything has a hell, but this hell is not that hell. As a psychic, don't you understand? " Ma Mian sneered: "the divine system can't cross the border. It's still hell below, but it's not the eastern hell. Although hell, that is, the position of the Yin Department is related to each other. However, the major areas are different. If you want to enter the Western hell, you can. However, this "living money paper" is not enough to open the door

Zhao Ziqi was biting his teeth.

No... no!

Even if the elder brother was drawn into that world because he had entered his own border for too long... However, from the interpretation, there is hell in the underworld, but hell is not the same as the underworld. Just like the cities and counties in China. Hell is just one of the places in that world.So, why did my brother go straight to hell?

He didn't die. He could only go to the Department of internal medicine directly. No one could sentence the living. How can Xing go to hell without quantity? What the hell happened?

"Are you going or not?" Ma Mian was a little impatient and said in a voice.

Zhao Ziqi bit his teeth and opened his fingers. A drop of blood fell. Then, three paper men and a paper horse appeared. It's totally different from the paper chariots and horses made at will in modern times. The craft is extremely exquisite, and the complicated runes overlap in every corner.

Finally, there was a touch in his eyes. Niutou said, "half an hour."

"It's not in the charge of the Yin Department. If you can't get out for half an hour, you'll never get out."

With these words, as soon as the horse's face raised his hand, the bronze gate, which was tens of meters high behind him, suddenly opened. There was no scene in it. It was all dark.

"Whoosh!" Zhao Ziqi's figure rushed into it immediately. His hands were fast, and a blue butterfly kite flew out of his eyebrow, with a continuous blue line, straight into the depths of endless darkness.

In all directions, a road of shrill cry, with the sky flames, from the moment he entered, immediately burning scream. A simple octagonal copper bell floats on the top of Zhao Ziqi's head, waving out blue waves to protect him.

I don't know how long it took. Suddenly, the kite shook slightly, then sped up and rushed to a place. And the butterfly head, spit out a white silk thread, immediately rushed into the darkness.

"Hum..." the silk thread suddenly tightened. Zhao Ziqi looked dignified and flicked it gently. Silk thread like a sharp blade, cut a blood, he put a min in the mouth, frown more tightly.

"What's in it? That is, he has imprisoned his brother's soul. "

"Don't be that thing..." he was worried: "such an old... Long breath... There can only be one possibility..."

Death.

"It's impossible... This is something that shouldn't exist. I'm not qualified to touch the deep layer of the death world now. I can see that everything is built after the foundation is built... But if it's not death... What is it? This kind of unknown breath, strong smell of death... No... I must have missed something... "

Almost at the same time, before the volcano, siriban raised his head: "it seems that you have a good relationship with this descendant."

Xu Yangyi's mood is very peaceful. Here, there is not even a little anger and anxiety. There is only a kind of call from the crater, which makes him go there all the time.

Siriban's voice, like Huang zhongdalu, permeated his mind. Kind and peaceful.

But he didn't move.

In my mind, there is always a voice to remind him that he can't go. If he goes, he will never come back.

"The mediums who open the gate of hell and communicate with the world can only use it once in their lives. Generally, when you are about to die, you enter ahead of time and prepare for reincarnation. If he uses it now, there will be no chance of reincarnation. Do you feel that you owe someone a big favor? " Xiliban looked at Xu Yangyi with a smile, then shook his head: "I forget, here, you can't hear anything, you can't say anything."

He patted the buttocks of the black horse on his crotch. With the sound of sobbing, the whistling was still in the crater. Others had come to Xu Yangyi and raised his jaw with a whip: "do you want to leave?"

Just when he bumped into Xu Yangyi with his whip, Xu Yangyi finally saw a trace of clarity in his eyes. Mind back to mind, immediately see the situation in front of us.

"Pa!" He hit the whip subconsciously, and the man shrunk back with a smile. Then, when he immediately turned on the spirit power, he found that

There is no spiritual power at all!

"This is..." he looked around in amazement, arched his hand and said: "is the master?"

"You can call me siriban." The man smiles gracefully: "or Azrael, or ezrael."

As he spoke, he turned into an old man in a black dress, and a young man with a lantern and a cape. A few seconds later, he turned into a handsome knight.

There's no spiritual power

Xu Yangyi stepped back vigilantly. The opponent's shape changes at will, and he can't feel the fluctuation of his spiritual power. If it's not because there's no spiritual power here, it's because the opponent's control of spiritual power has reached an incredible level, which is far above him.

"Thinking about how to leave?" Siriban ignored his vigilance: "don't be nervous. I never wanted to keep you."

"Just promise me one thing." The horse lowered his head, he bent down, gray pupil watching Xu Yangyi: "I'll let you go immediately."Xu Yangyi took a deep breath: "please go ahead."

"Take it." He raised his hand and sent the lantern to Xu Yangyi: "I will send my soul in it. Take me out

Xu Yangyi's eyes flashed slightly: "you... Can't go out by yourself?"

"Of course not!" At last, there was a trace of fluctuation in his voice. I don't know whether he was excited or not, but there was a trace of trembling: "I swear with the dignity of death that I will never harm you at all."

Death