Chapter 1170

It's full of Yin Qi and ghost Qi. Ghosts are crying and howling. Pure dark Qi is rippling everywhere. It's a forbidden area for martial arts in hell.

Before long, they came to the temple of the underworld.

There is a ghost gate ahead, guarding the gate with the realm of the great emperor. Through here, you enter the hell temple.

"General Wutu." The great gatekeepers respectfully knelt down on one knee and looked extremely adored.

In the nether temple, there are countless undead and nether people. Most of them are slaves in the nether temple and serve some big people. Of course, most of those undead are transformed by Terran warriors after death. After all, the nether temple is the power of the nether people, and some aesthetics are still important.

"This time I'll take you to the temple Lord. I think the temple Lord will appreciate it very much." General Wutu looked at Sun Yi with an appreciation that could not be concealed.

"Thank you, master Wutu." Sun Yi saw it with his hands arched and looked curiously at the scenery along the road.

It was dark and cold. There was a hard dark earth under your feet. You could also see many ferocious palaces. There was a terrible howl in your ears. It was worthy of being hell.

"It's too strange to call senior. I'm older than you. Why don't you call me brother shengwutu." Wutu Haoshuang patted Sun Yi on the back without the dignity of the emperor.

Sun Yi rolled her eyes, big brother? At the age of Wudu Daodi, I'm afraid he can be the ancestor of Sun Yi. However, Sun Yi cordially shouted big brother, which made Wudu happy, and the big brother who had an emperor's territory was not at a loss.

In Wu Tu's heart, although Sun Yi's strength is no less than that of mole ants in front of him, his potential is enough. As long as he doesn't fall in the middle, he is likely to become a great power in the back. Moreover, after all, he appreciates Sun Yat Sen's fearless character.

"The palace where the Lord of the temple lives is through the bridge of no choice." Wu Tu pointed to a bridge ahead and said.

"What bridge?"

Sun Yi showed interest and curiosity. In the memory of his previous life, however, the gun was the place where the dead passed. Is there a Meng Po with Meng Po soup?

Facts tell Sun Yi that there is no Meng Po on this Naihe bridge.

Bluestone paves the road and is stained with blood. The bridge is only ten meters long. Under the bridge, there is a calm river with a fishy smell. The river is fishy yellow. It is faintly visible that a dead bone is floating in the river, and all kinds of strange insects are in the river.

Ghost gas is surging, and the smell of death is surging. It is the huangquan River on the 18th floor of hell, also known as forgetting the river.

Here is just a little yellow spring river intercepted, and this Naihe bridge is only a imitation.

What makes Sun Yi wonder is that although it is different from his previous life memory, there are still some connections. Could it be that the previous life world has some connections with this hell world.

The higher his cultivation, the more he feels afraid. The strong can create the world. He has been wondering whether his previous life is the world of the powerful. That's why so many myths and stories are left. Maybe they are also related to the hell world.

On the Naihe bridge, Wu Tu took Sun Yi's arm and released his strength to resist the yellow spring.

At the end of the Naihe bridge, there is a black light curtain.

Stepping in is like crossing into another world.

The pure nether Qi turns into a milky way, traversing the space, with mountains everywhere, and nether ginseng of more than 100000 years can be seen everywhere.

Huge palaces appear in this world, and every palace has a terrible smell. The weakest is the great emperor realm, that is, the Tao emperor realm. There are several smells of the strong.

Wu Tu led Sun Yi to a palace shrouded in black air.

"Wu Tu, come in." A majestic voice came from the palace, and then a breath of death enveloped them, leading them to the palace.

"I've seen the temple Lord." Wu Tu knelt respectfully on one knee, while Sun Yi just bent down.

The hall Lord was not angry. His bright eyes stared at Sun Yi through the black breath, which made Sun Yi sink for a moment, and the indomitable body couldn't bear it.

It's terrible. The strength of the mysterious temple Lord is definitely above the witch slaughter. I'm afraid he will surpass many.

"Who is he?" The voice of the temple Lord was strange, like a man or a woman.

"Don't tell the temple Lord that his name is Sun Yi. He is a person specially invited by his subordinates to enter our Ming Temple." Wu Tu said, although he was arrogant in front of others, he was respectful like a sheep in front of the temple Lord.

"Oh? A holy emperor deserves your invitation? " The hall Lord was suspicious.

"Hall Lord, he is not simple. He killed three great emperors and powerful people with the strength of the holy emperor's territory. The most important thing is that he has life Dan fire and is also a powerful alchemist." Wutu road.

"Life Dan fire!" The hall Lord suddenly got up and had some waves, "show me your life Dan fire."

Sun Yi's heart moved, and the leaping life Dan fire was displayed in front of the hall Lord, which made the black Qi on the hall Lord tremble for a few minutes.

"It's really life Dan fire. I didn't expect that in addition to my father, someone else understood life."

The hall Lord murmured that her delicate jade hands wiped on her face, a beautiful and flirtatious face appeared in front of Sun Yi when ponton, and there was a beautiful datura flower on her left face, which added a bit of flattery.

The hall Lord was somewhat different. Unexpectedly, he was beautiful. He returned to calm after only a moment, which surprised her.

You should know that she is the top ten beauties in hell. I don't know how many powerful people pursue themselves.

"Sun Yi, this is the head of the sub Hall of Shangshan mountain. The father of the head of the hall is a very famous God of life and death in hell. He is under the ten halls of hell and the head of the twelve layers of hell temple. His status is very noble." Wu Tu solemnly explained.

"The venerable of life and death." Sun Yat Sen has a straight waist. He can take life and death as his name. He must be a powerful half respect to understand the two ways of life and death.

"There are too few strong people in hell who can understand the power of life. You can understand that the power of life is also your creation. This is a core token. The Lord of this hall gives it to you. You can go anywhere in the five story underworld hall." After that, a dark token in the Lord's robe was whirled into Sun Yi's hand.

The token is extremely dark. It seems that there is a terrible power sealed inside. On the front is the temple of the underworld, while on the reverse is the word life and death.

"Ha ha, with this token, you are the warrior of our department." Wu Tu smiled brightly. There are many branches in the temple.

Under the ten halls of Yama, there are many powerful half statues to form a pulse force, and the pulse of life and death is one of the best.

It is rumored that if the king of Mount Tai, who doesn't have much longevity, sits down in the ten Palace yamas, the venerable of life and death is likely to succeed the king of Mount Tai as a new Yama. Can you think of the strength of the venerable of life and death.

Sun Yat-sen didn't care which department he joined had little impact on him, so he accepted the token.

Seeing Sun Yi accept the token, the hall Lord also caresses Mei with a smile, which makes Wu Tu crazy. He quickly wiped the saliva on the corner of his mouth. The hall Lord is not what he can covet.

Sun Yat Sen was fine. He had seen too many beautiful women. Although the hall Lord surprised him, he didn't look like a pig.

For example, Wu Tu is like a pig.

"Well, Wu Tu, Master Sun Dan will follow you." The hall Lord said faintly and ordered to leave.

A sleeve brushed away and directly sent Wu Tu and Sun Yi out of the palace.

"Interesting, isn't that boy a warrior in hell? Recently, many other martial artists have come. "

The temple Lord smiled at the corners of his mouth. He lay lazily on the seat and ate the unique grapes in hell. It was very different from the majesty just now. She was a crazy woman.