The palace of the King of Beiling is not as antique and dazzling as those in the major sects and celestial kingdoms in the heavens. Instead, it is full of eerie and terrifying atmosphere.
Even the water surrounding the palace was blood red, exuding a faint smell of blood. From time to time, there were big red fish with mouths full of fangs jumping out of the water.
The martial arts master is already used to all this.
Under the leadership of Tang Qing'er, several people quickly reached the depths of the palace and met the legendary King of Beiling!
The King of North Ridge was currently sitting on a chair made of piles of white bones, surrounded by a pool of blood, and densely packed skulls were piled at the foot of the chair.
This birthday banquet is known as the 800,000th birthday of the King of Beiling.
Normally, the lifespan of a strong person in the Cave Heaven Realm is about one million years.
The King of Beiling is now 800,000 years old and has actually reached his peak.
Even so, there is still no signs of decline and old age in the King of Beiling.
Although his eyes were closed, sitting on the bone throne, the King of Beiling still showed an unimaginable majesty!
This is the kind of momentum that can only come from being in a position of power for a long time and walking on mountains of corpses and seas of blood!
The spiritual consciousness of the martial arts deity passed over the body of the King of Beiling.
According to the world of heaven, this King of Beiling should be a peerless Immortal King who has achieved great success in the Cave Heaven Realm!
It seems that the saying that cultivation is difficult in Hanquan Prison is not groundless.
The strong man who commands the entire Beiling and stands at the pinnacle of Beiling has only the cultivation level of the Peerless Immortal King, and has not even been able to complete the cultivation of Dongtian.
Sudden!
The King of North Ridge opened his eyes.
In the dark palace, two groups of soul-stirring cold lights seemed to burst out, and a murderous and bloody aura filled the air instantly.
Uncle Chen did not dare to look at him and quickly bowed his head.
The young master of the Southern Forest often follows the King of the Southern Forest, and is already familiar with these peerless powerful men, but he is still overwhelmed by the aura of the King of the Northern Ridge, and his mind is shuddering.
Only the martial artist himself had an expressionless face and calm eyes.
"father!"
Tang Qing'er shouted with a smile.
The King of Beiling paused for a moment on the martial arts master, then looked at Tang Qing'er, his expression softened slightly, he showed a smile, nodded slightly, and said: "Qing'er is back."
"Um."
Tang Qing'er smiled and said: "It's my father's 800,000th birthday. I prepared some gifts and rushed back to celebrate my father's birthday."
"Qing'er is interested."
The King of North Ridge nodded.
Tang Qing'er said again: "By the way, Dad, I also brought two friends back."
"My nephew Shen Tuying, meet the King of Beiling!"
Young Master Nanlin hurriedly came forward to pay homage, his expression respectful.
"Shen Tuying."
The King of Beiling said: "Young Master Nanlin, how is your father doing lately?"
Young Master Nanlin said quickly: "My father is in good health. He is just thinking about you and has no chance to get together with you."
The two exchanged pleasantries.
The King of Beiling was absent-minded. He seemed to know about Tang Qing'er and the young master of Nanlin, and did not make things difficult for him.
To be precise, the King of Beiling's attention is not on Young Master Nanlin at all, but is still paying attention to the martial arts master!
"And this one, Fellow Daoist Huangwu."
Tang Qing'er briefly recounted the process of the two getting acquainted, and said: "Dad, I made the decision without authorization and resolved this matter under your banner. You won't be angry, right?"
"It doesn't matter, a Bei Xuan Ming general will die if he dies."
The King of Beiling waved his hand and said: "Even if we kill a few of his prison kings, what else can Corpse Mountain Ridge dare to say?"
After a short pause, the King of Beiling looked at the martial arts master, his eyes exuding a fascinating light, and a huge pressure slowly enveloped him!
As the king of Beiling, his eyesight is naturally far better than that of Tang Qing'er and others.
Although he could not see the depth of the martial arts deity, he could clearly feel that the martial arts deity could never be a prison general!
"Are you really from heaven?"
The King of Beiling asked slowly.
"yes."
Facing the pressure of the King of Beiling, the martial arts master looked calm and said: "Besides, I also want to ask you how to return to the heaven."
"Be bold!"
Uncle Chen scolded him loudly and said, "How dare you talk to the king like this if you don't bow to him when you see him!"
Although the martial arts master was standing below, he stood up straight and did not salute the King of Beiling from the time he entered the palace until now.
The tone of what he just said was as if he was communicating with his peers, without any respect.
Even Tang Qing'er was worried about the martial arts master.
If her father is really blamed for this, she will definitely not be able to protect the martial arts master.
Not to mention anything else, just the fact that the martial arts master comes from the heaven is enough for my father to kill him!
"Ha ha ha ha!"
The King of Beiling suddenly laughed, and the laughter resounded through the palace, deafening, and filled with a domineering atmosphere!
The King of Beiling looked at the martial arts master with a sinister smile and said slowly: "Now that we have come to the hell realm, it is impossible to go back!"
The martial arts master frowned slightly.
Is he really going to be trapped in the hell realm
What is the relationship between the so-called hell realm, the nine hells and the Infernal Emperor
What was the purpose of the old monk guarding the tomb pushing him down
Is it just to trap him in the hell realm
What does the old monk guarding the tomb have to do with the world of hell
Too much confusion lingering in my mind.
The King of Beiling stood up slowly and said: "Young man, you are very courageous. If it were normal, you would be a corpse at my feet now!"
"However, you are the friend Qing'er brought back. I will spare you this time."
"Thank you, father!"
Tang Qing'er breathed a sigh of relief and said quickly. At the same time, she looked at the martial arts master and kept winking at him, asking him to come forward and thank him.
The martial arts deity turns a blind eye.
He was considering whether to step forward now, punch him, and have an in-depth communication with the King of Beiling.
But when he saw Tang Qing'er being so protective, it was hard for him to take action directly.
What's more, the King of Beiling's birthday banquet is approaching, so there is no need to rush.
Let the King of Beiling finish his birthday party and then find him again.
Moreover, at the birthday banquet of the King of Beiling, many forces and powerful people from all walks of life gathered together, so he must be able to learn more information.
The King of Beiling glanced at the martial arts master indifferently and said: "My birthday is approaching and I am in a good mood. I will not argue with you today."
"However, let me remind you, this is not heaven. Hell is thousands of times crueler, darker, and bloody than heaven!"
"In the eyes of the creatures in hell, your living environment in heaven is like a peaceful and peaceful paradise! In hell, if you are not careful, even your bones and dregs will be eaten!"
After a short pause, the King of Beiling grinned at the martial arts master with a sinister smile and said: "Young man, welcome to hell!"
At this time, the King of Beiling has not realized what kind of changes and impact the purple-robed monk wearing a silver mask in front of him will bring to the hell world!
He couldn't even imagine what a storm this mysterious-looking young man would cause in hell!
Hearing the words of the King of Beiling, the martial artist himself also smiled, clenched his fists gradually, and murmured softly: "Hell... I, Huang Wu, am here!"