As soon as he said these words, everyone looked at him in surprise, wondering why he dared to make such a conclusion? Could it be that he knew something unknown? Or, did he have bad intentions? He wanted to prevent Fang Yan from going in to stop him.
That immortal sage rescued the ancestor? Everyone couldn't help but think in their hearts that the eyes they looked at the little King of Hell were more or less subconsciously filled with hostility.
But Fang Yan would not think like this. No one here knew the Little King of Hell better than him. He would never be so imprudent, staring straight into the eyes of the Little King of Hell and remaining silent for a long time.
, Fang Yan spoke again: "It's not a reason to say something without proof."
"Do you think you can stop that immortal sage? You knew that the ancestor's seal was there, and if you went there, you would undoubtedly be going to die." Little King of Hell said calmly, not caring about the eyes of those people at all, paused, and continued.
: "If you go, you will die! There is no hope of salvation! If you come with me, there will definitely be a glimmer of hope!"
"Where to go?" Fang Yan asked softly. The words of the Little King of Hell are not unreasonable. He himself can't even deal with the immortal sage. If he fights at the seal of the ancestor, the consequences can be imagined. Eight out of ten
Jiu couldn't escape unscathed, and the chance of death was infinite. He was very aware of the horror of the place sealed by his ancestors. But he had no choice!
"Hell!" The little King of Hell never left Fang Yan's eyes from the beginning to the end. He said every word. Everyone present was moved by these two words and turned pale with shock. The Little King of Hell seemed to be afraid.
Fang Yan didn't understand, so he added: "It can also be called Huangquan!"
"What?" Fang Yan lost his voice and said, "Does such a place really exist?"
"Exist!" Little Hell's words were still concise. Fang Yan fell into silence again. After a while, he asked: "Who are you? What is your identity?"
"The direct descendant of the deceased ancestor! He is also known as the King of Hell in the world!" The little King of Hell once again said something that made everyone gasp. Everyone was stunned, including Fang Yan, who was speechless for a long time.
Fang Yan thought of the black scepter of the Little King of Hell, and then thought about his lifeless feeling as always, and suddenly realized in his heart, no wonder he has an exterminator in his body, it is still such an extinguisher that can harvest souls, and now it is worthy of him
With his identity, nothing was surprising. Fang Yan had guessed the background of the Little King of Hell, but he never expected that the background of the Little King of Hell would be so big.
Everyone came back to their senses, and then became excited. The King of Hell really exists? His descendants have been passed down. Does that mean that he is still fine? This time, the little King of Hell called Fang Yan at this critical moment.
Did Huang Quan go to see the King of Hell? Since he exists in the world, why didn't he come out of the world? Watching the Canggu Continent in danger? Thoughts flashed through everyone's minds.
"Are you sure they can't save the ancestor?" Fang Yan tried to calm down and asked, pointing to the Killing God Mountain behind him.
Little King of Hell shook his head firmly and said: "If we can't be saved, our roots will not grow. This world cannot bear the energy of our ancestors!"
Fang Yan had no doubts about the words of the Little King of Hell. Although he was full of confusion, he did not ask. He immediately looked around at everyone, and his eyes stayed on the Little King of Hell again. He nodded heavily and said, "Okay, I'll go with you.
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"Let's go too." Tu Qiang and Zhou Dashen immediately shouted, who knows what kind of hell that hell is and whether it will be dangerous.
"Only you can come with me!" Little Hell rejected the two of them ruthlessly, his eyes just glanced at them lightly, not arrogantly, but more like ignoring them. The two of them were so angry that they gritted their teeth and almost couldn't help but take action.
Slap this zombie in the face who never gets along.
Fang Yan gave up on the two of them, cast a reassuring look, and said to the little King of Hell: "Okay, I'll go with you alone." Immediately, he turned his head again and looked at him with some embarrassment, hugging his neck tightly.
The little beast that wouldn't let go at all, the fear of leaving it behind was very vivid, and it was glaring at the little King of Hell with its big eyes, full of threats, and the meaning was obvious, if he didn't let Fang Yan go, it wouldn't let Fang Yan go.
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"It can go." Before Fang Yan could say anything, to everyone's surprise, the little King of Hell agreed immediately. This made the two Tuqiang people even more unbalanced. They started shouting and killing, but the little beast was happy.
Be happy and smile.
Now that he had decided, there was no further delay. Fang Yan calmed down Tu Qiang and Zhou Dashen who were full of anger. After nodding to several Heavenly Saints, he asked them to leave this place, and then took the little beast and the little King of Hell to the sky.
Speeding away, Fang Yan was really surprised by the cultivation of the Little King of Hell. He hadn't seen him for such a long time, and he actually entered the ranks of Heavenly Saints, and was even better than Tu Qiang and the other two.
I have to say he is a genius!
"Little King of Hell, can you tell me what I can do if I go to hell? Did the ancestor of the King of Hell not fall?" Fang Yan couldn't help but ask.
"You'll know when we get there." Little Hell said calmly. Fang Yan was helpless and changed the subject: "Where is hell?"
"Everywhere!" Little King of Hell suddenly stopped and looked around at nothing. He turned his hand and the mysterious weapon-killing staff appeared. Then, he looked at the void, but in vain, a
The distant black hole tunnel appeared silently in front of Fang Yan's eyes, which shocked him extremely.
The little King of Hell looked at Fang Yan, said nothing, and took the lead into the black hole. Fang Yan did not hesitate and followed directly with the little beast in his arms.
Fang Yan's first feeling in this dark space was that of coldness. It was not the coldness caused by the temperature, but the kind of coldness that came from the bottom of his heart. There was no life at all. Looking around, this place was infinitely big. It was impossible to see
It's not even close to the edge, it's like another world, but what makes people's scalp numb is that there is no grass or tree here, and there will never be daylight. It is like an ultimate death place!
In the distance, there are rolling mountain peaks, but if you look closely, you can see that they are all made of thick bones. This almost made Fang Yan's heart beat out. Hell and underworld, although they are not the same as the legendary bull-headed horse face.
Naihe Bridge is very different, but this scene is indeed worthy of the word hell!
"Hell is just another world. It has nothing to do with legends. No one who has died will come here. It is just a space created by the ancestor of Yama with his supreme divine power!" Little Yama said calmly.
He explained that here, he felt strangely more alive. It didn't mean that he finally had an expression on his face, it was just a pure feeling, as if he had completely integrated into this lifeless space.
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"Why did Ancestor Yama open up such a space? Is there any purpose?" Fang Yan asked curiously.
"Actually, this place is a merger of many ancient battlefields. The ancestors used great magical powers to move all those battlefields to this space. Otherwise, these suffocating death auras will permeate the entire continent, and eventually, even the sky will be destroyed.
The ancient continent has become a dead place!" Little Yama walked forward and said slowly.
Fang Yan was shocked again. This legendary hell was actually formed like this. The ancestor of the King of Hell moved the ancient battlefield to this place. No wonder, the death energy here is so strong.
I don’t know how long I have been walking in this boundless vast space, and I have passed so many mountains with piles of corpses, but there is still no end. Fang Yan is amazed by the vastness here, and by the majesty of his ancestors, but there is something extremely strange.
Yes, every once in a while, Fang Yan would see a man wrapped in black clothes, with an aura very similar to that of Little King of Hell, sitting cross-legged, motionless.
"Those people ---" After seeing the same person again, Fang Yan finally couldn't help but asked. The little beast also looked at the little King of Hell with big eyes, obviously also very curious.
"You've seen it." Little Hell said. Fang Yan was startled, and then he remembered that when he was in the ancient village, Little Hell suddenly appeared and brought out a group of men in black. Didn't the auras of Little Hell look exactly like these people? Little Hell looked at it.
When Fang Yan remembered it, he continued: "The bones that were moved here by the ancestors were not mortals during their lifetimes. There were countless talented people. They will undoubtedly have more powerful grievances after their death. In this lifeless atmosphere
We will stay together for a long time. And those people are our dead soldiers who have suppressed the resentment here for generations!"
Fang Yan looked around in surprise. He really didn't feel any resentment along the way. It must have been suppressed by these people using secret techniques. For tens of thousands of years, the ancestors of the King of Hell have been doing this.
Is it something? Fang Yan couldn't help but feel a sense of admiration for the little King of Hell at this moment. To be able to guard this place of death for tens of thousands of years and never see the light of day, how much perseverance does it take and what price does it cost to do it? Old man
Ancestor is worthy of being an existence that appeared at the beginning of the world. He can be called the ancestor of mankind. His virtues surpass those of heaven.
As we went further and further away, Fang Yan discovered that the mountains of corpses here became increasingly rare. Until now, looking across the plains, tens of thousands of miles away, there was no more skeleton. However, Fang Yan's mood did not relax.
On the contrary, it became even heavier, because the death energy was a thousand times stronger and richer in contrast.
There was even a gloomy feeling that made people's hearts palpitate. It could not be suppressed and spread from the bottom of the heart. It made people's hair stand on end. Even Fang Yan couldn't avoid it. The little king of hell suddenly said to Fang Yan: "Anyone who can appear in front of you can't help it."
They were monks who were saints or above during their lifetime, and there were countless heavenly saints, and immortals and sages---" The little King of Hell did not continue, but Fang Yan already knew the answer. How could there be a shortage of immortals and sages in the ancient battlefield that was moved by the ancestor of the King of Hell?
bones?
Fang Yan's eyes suddenly froze in a direction surrounded by black energy, his pupils shrank, and he was horrified!