Chapter 181
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He pointed his sword at the stone mirror in front of him and said.
"Xie Jiuyou, has your time passed? Gone. "
He called out directly, right? Fang Minghui's expression didn't show the slightest bit of humility and cowardice. It was as if the person in front of him wasn't that high? High? The King of Hell in history, the Netherworld Big recorded in history books? The Emperor, and only one? The one who had passed away long ago, could he? The person who looked at him at the same level.
The biting cold sword light hit the stone mirror like a rainbow.
And the King of Hell held the gavel in his hand, didn't fall in the end?
What about the legendary? The stone mirror made of incomparably hard immortal spiritual stones, in this one? It turned into paper scraps and scattered. At the same time, paper money and chains scattered all over the sky. The Black and White Impermanence on both sides of the wooden table. And the King of Hell's robe that enveloped the outside like a mountain.
Ye Yunlan looked at the Karma Mirror that had turned into paper scraps and dissipated. Outside.
His guess wasn't wrong. This entire White Bone Big? Hall, it? Was it really just the Netherworld Big? Was it a reflection of the energy waves emitted by the deceased divine soul of the Emperor? It was just an illusion.
The Black and White Impermanence were fake, but the Karma Mirror was also fake? It was fake.
Because the Void-Treading Realm had the ability to turn illusion into reality? In his previous senses, the surrounding one? That was why it was so illusory. Difficult? To distinguish.
High? A sound came from somewhere? A faint sigh.
"Yes. One? Has passed? Gone … "
That voice was no longer the deep and solemn voice of the King of Hell. Instead, it became clear and soft, like a? It was a young scholar.
Ye Yunlan looked up and saw that the heaviness had faded away. Behind the robe, the King of Hell's true figure was revealed.
Right? Fang's appearance wasn't as dignified and solemn as the rumors said. His figure was even very thin, but his appearance was like his? The sound was a? He looked like a handsome scholar.
His? His figure was already translucent and was about to dissipate.
The faint fire penetrated his cheeks. He sat on the broad? Behind the wooden table, the thing in his hand was also? It was no longer a gavel, but a block? It was a white paper crane.
"Yudie..."
The King of Hell held the paper crane in his hand and murmured. He seemed to be in a daze.
Ye Yunlan slowly sheathed his sword. He heard hurried footsteps behind him.
Shen Shu hugged him tightly from behind.
"Shizun," he said through gritted teeth as he exerted strength in his arms. "Do you know that you missed by one just now? If you do, you'll fall into the Sea of Hellfire, and not even your bones will remain. "
Ye Yunlan frowned and said, "Those are just illusions."
"Even if? It's an illusion, "Shen Shu said." Me too? I won't allow anything to happen to you … "
His tone was gloomy and domineering, which was somewhat familiar. Ye Yunlan? Startled, she wanted to break free from his embrace, but he hugged her tightly and scolded her in a low voice. He said, "Shen Shu."
At this point, he no longer had the time? Correct it again, right? He was able to smoothly obtain the Soul-attracting Flower in the secret realm and help Shen Shu remove the restriction on his body. He had already settled his karma in this life. As for the one after that? Tsk... it was already beyond his range of participation.
He raised his hand and pulled away Shen Shu's hands and feet that were wrapped around him. After a long struggle, he finally pulled away this clingy disciple. Shen Shu's eyes were still a little red. He ignored him and looked up. The King of Hell's figure sitting in front of the desk was becoming more and more illusory.
Ye Yunlan walked up and saw the young scholar caressing the white paper crane in his hand. There were faint traces of tears on his face.
"Ever since I merged with the Netherworld, I've forgotten many things," the scholar said. "The chaos of ghosts is a calamity of heaven and earth. There are too many ghosts. Even if an Ethereal Treading Realm cultivator can create one? Space? Contain them? Difficult in the end? For a long time. In the end, I can only use? My body to suppress and strengthen this space? My remnant spirit and long time to go to one? One? Deal with it. People? Call this space? For the Netherworld, they call me the King of Hell. In fact, I'm just... Just one? I'm just a dead spirit who has forgotten the person I love and the thing I seek. "
"All these years, the chaos of ghosts has passed? Go, I too? Will disappear. In the Netherworld, there's only one left? A ghost that hasn't been cleansed. "
In the depths of the Netherworld, the ethereal voice of the dead continued to sound.
The voice was soft and ethereal, but there was a hint of sadness in it.
The scholar raised his head and held the white paper crane in his hand. He said, "You? Since you've already come to this item, can you help me hand this item to her? "
"Since you've already remembered, why don't you go see her yourself?" Ye Yunlan asked.
The scholar was silent for a while. Then? He said.
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