Chapter 68

Among the white flowers on the other side of the mountain, a three color flower suddenly appears. The black, white and red colors echo each other, which is very eye-catching.

And in that confused ghost army, Cheng Hao alone stopped at the side of the road, is more independent.

One person and one flower, half a meter apart, they looked at each other silently. For a time, in this gloomy and horrible hell of hell, the picture appeared strange and stagnant.

"Take me... Leave!"

The faint wave came again from the flowers on the other side of the river. This time, it seemed that it took a lot of effort to transmit the sound. After the wave spread, the three color halo on the other side of the flower was a little dim.

Cheng Hao doesn't know why this other shore flower wants to escape from the place where it grows, but it doesn't matter. What's important is that he is also interested in this mysterious flower, which comes from hell. Cheng Hao also wants to try to get it.

Holding out his right hand, Cheng Hao tries to pick the three color flower on the roadside, but outside the seemingly ordinary roadside, there is an insurmountable prohibition. The mysterious prohibition that seems to be able to block everything makes Cheng Hao's arm unable to extend at all. It is only half an inch away from the three color flower on the other side of the road, but it can't be touched in any case.

"Can't you take it? What a pity

Cheng Hao did feel a little pity. These other flowers are the special existence of hell in the underworld. They absorb the Yin Qi on the road of the yellow spring and the soul power from the ghosts. In particular, the power of the soul stored in this flower is absolutely terrible. If it can be refined and absorbed, he is confident that he can directly survive the second thunder disaster.

With a sigh of regret, Cheng Hao slowly retracts his arm and prepares to move on.

Since the flowers on the other side can't be picked, he plans to go to the front road again. This is the hell of the underworld, which is the source of the virtue. He wants to try to see if he can find a lot of ways to obtain the virtue.

"Don't go, take me... Leave!"

It seems that he is aware of Cheng Hao's intention to leave. The red, white and black lights of the other shore flower suddenly become red, white and black. In the twinkling of light, the original three color flowers disappear, and a ghost face that seems to smile or cry appears in the gloomy void.

Hiss!

A burning breath diffused out, and it was very dazzling on this gloomy and cold yellow spring road, just like the scorching sun rising slowly on the winter night.

The ghost face, which radiates three colors of light, is like a rising sun, with a madness and urgency that Cheng Hao can't understand. It seems that he can't wait to leave here, and he doesn't want to stay any more for a quarter of an hour.

Bang bang!

The sound of the collision sounds one after another. Each impact makes the image of the grimace illusory. However, the prohibition in hell of hell is so powerful that no matter how the ghost faces collide, it can not make the prohibition produce a ripple, which is very quiet and hopeless.

"I just want to go back and have a look at my sister. Why is it so difficult?"

It seems to know that there is no hope of leaving. On the dim ghost face, a young man appears again. This man is not old, and looks like he is 16 or 7 years old. On his immature face, he is full of despair and reluctance.

"Gee ... "

just as the young man's empty shadow was complaining about himself, a cold tune came from afar. Cheng Hao turned his head and saw the bright red coming from the distance, just like a pool of red blood, gradually pouring towards here.

Looking at those bright red blood pouring in, the young men above the ghost face showed a look of resentment. This hatred is not directed at the blood, but seems to be for the existence behind the control of these blood.

"After all, we have come to this stage!"

With a sigh, the young man turned his head and looked at Cheng Hao without blinking. Then with a resolute look in his eyes, he seemed to have made a decision in his heart.

"Take my obsession as a guide, take the other shore as a sacrifice, end life and death, and cut off reincarnation!"

In the murmur, the shadow of the young man bows to Cheng Hao for three times, and then points to the shadow of the three colored ghost face under his feet. The voice has incomparable holiness and dignity.

"Eclosion - the ultimate sacrifice!"

Hum!

At the moment of the sound falling, time seems to be stagnant at this moment, and space is frozen at this moment. With Cheng Hao's left eye seeing through the illusory power, a long river of illusory and gloomy swept away from the endless nothingness.

Under the surging waves, the young man, together with the ghost face and shadow under his feet, was swept away by the river without any resistance, and disappeared into the unknown mysterious river. Without any waves, he walked quietly.

Whoa!

The sound of the scattered waves looms in Cheng Hao's ear. When he feels that space and time are restored again, he also puts away the magic power in his left eye. Except for the three color faraway flower that has disappeared, all the scenes in this hell have not changed.In addition, in the palm of his right hand, there is an extra mark of three colors on the other side of the flower!

Cheng Hao is not sure what impact this mark will have on him, but it is certain that the young man sacrificed the three colors of the other shore flower to him by giving up the opportunity of reincarnation. This is an opportunity, and perhaps also contains a crisis.

"Gee ... "

the cool tune became clearer and clearer, and the pool of bright red blood finally" flowed "to Cheng Hao's eyes. These bright red scenes were actually young women holding bright red peach blossom paper umbrellas.

They are tall and coquettish. They are all wearing purple cheongsam. When they walk, the flesh color of their thighs is revealed from time to time. They are faintly enchanting and palpitating.

These are a group of singers who walk neatly and meticulously. They wear high hair bun, look indifferent and hum a cold tune. They are blind to everything around them. They are walking forward in the narrow yellow spring road.

Cheng Hao is half a meter away from them, and there is no trouble between them. No one has taken the liberty to do so, just like the most unfamiliar passer-by.

After the red women had gone far away, Cheng Hao raised his head, and his eyes were deep and distant. In his left eye, a nondescript magical beast appeared in his vision.

It has antlers like deer, head like camel, mouth like donkey, eyes like tortoise, ears like cattle, scales like fish, whiskers like shrimp, abdomen like snake, feet like hawks, which can be called nine different, which is even more exaggerated and strange than the so-called four dissimilarities.

The beast, which is the size of a mountain peak, has disappeared in the void. It is looking at Cheng Hao with a kind of scrutinizing eye. However, it seems that it is also quite afraid of Cheng Hao and has not made any further actions.

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