Chapter 269

After the war, the ground was in a mess.

At the core of the vast snow mountain for hundreds of miles, the towering Black Mountain in the past has been torn apart and turned into ruins.

The rubble is scattered in all directions, tens of miles away.

There are many more corpses, lying across the snow field, no one converges, and gradually covered with snow as time goes by.

A moment.

In Gaomiao sky, a black line appears steeply.

The black line is initially very small, then gradually becomes larger, and finally turns into a black cloud of about the size of an acre.

Black clouds cut through the thick clouds, leaving a blank trace behind, curling smoke and falling towards the ruins below.

"Hoo..."

The black wind whirled and shook away the flying snow.

Three figures slowly fell on the top of the ruins.

A monk, a strong man and a young man.

The monk has an old face, a blood red cassock, a skeleton Buddha bead on his neck, his hands folded, and his eyes are full of compassion.

His momentum is not obvious. Seeing this, he just recites the Buddha's name slowly.

The strong man is a big man with a loose robe. It is difficult to hide his muscles and muscles. His appearance is not angry and powerful.

Standing here, he is like a towering mountain with powerful momentum, which makes people dare not look directly at him.

The two men walked against the wind, and their momentum was already like this, but at this time and here, they subconsciously lowered their heads and gave way to the last person.

This is a young man.

Look at your face, but in your early twenties.

But the eyes are deep and contain the vicissitudes of life, which seems to have gone through a thousand years of reincarnation.

He is a handsome young man with a handsome face, sword eyebrows and stars, and a tall nose.

With a royal cloak and jade inlaid boots, you can stand in the cold wind and hunt in the cloak. A wordless loneliness also comes to your mind.

The man's eyebrows drooped and seemed to sigh. Before his voice fell, the world had quietly darkened and the sky was filled with thunder.

It is like the will of heaven and earth to follow its thoughts.

The two behind are the merciful monks and the Dragon King killing God among the top ten ghost commanders in the hell.

Can make them bow and tie their hands behind.

He is the Lord of the underworld who has a mysterious origin and intimidates all sentient beings, making the Jianghu tremble!

If you hadn't seen it with your own eyes, I'm afraid no one could believe that the Lord of hell was such a handsome young man.

"Lord... Lord!"

Seeing the visitor, a wounded judge ran forward with crazy eyes and staggering steps.

Then he fell to his knees.

"The subordinates are guilty and the guard is not good. They let the prisoners escape here and destroyed the 18th floor of hell!"

"What's more..."

"It hurt Lord xuankui!"

"Who moved the hand?"

The Dragon King frowned and whispered, "xuankui's strength is not weak. Who killed him in the world?"

"Yes..."

The judge didn't dare to look up. He heard that his body was trembling and said cautiously, "is it in prison