Netherworld, before the gate of hell, after endless years, the first person to come, Ning Chen stopped and looked ahead, the waves in his heart violently surging.
The familiar scene is exactly the same as the memory, and the long-buried memories flooded in at this moment, impacting the mind of knowing fate.
In the most desolate and painful time in the past, the red-clothed figure always accompanied silently, the relationship was difficult to understand, and it was unforgettable.
The trembling hand was pushed on the stone gate, even if the heart was like steel, at this moment, he could no longer remain calm.
The rumbling sound of vibration sounded, and the history buried for tens of thousands of years reappeared in the world. After the gate of hell was closed, a huge space appeared. It was a familiar altar, but the dusty demon sword and divine sword could no longer be seen.
"why?"
Even though he has unparalleled ingenuity, even if he is crowned with civil and military affairs, however, in the face of this inexplicable scene, Ning Chen's eyes can no longer be clear, puzzled, puzzled, shocked, and all kinds of complex emotions linger in his eyes and in his heart.
Step by step, Ning Chen looked at the altar in front of him. On the altar, the marks left by the sword were faintly visible. Obviously, this place was indeed the place of Chen Bing before endless years.
"Ning Chen"
Suddenly, a gentle voice sounded behind him, so familiar, so familiar and unforgettable that he will never forget it.
Ning Chen's body trembled fiercely, and turned back in disbelief. When he saw that, a woman in a red wedding dress was standing there quietly. The red hijab on her head had been taken off. .
"Ghost Girl"
Out of control, his body trembled, Ning Chen raised his hand, and after a moment he couldn't help but withdraw it again, an inexplicable fear arose in his heart, fear that this was just his own dream, and it would be shattered at the touch of a touch.
"I am back"
In a soft voice, in front, the ghost girl had a gentle smile on her face, so bright, as if she was comforting the panic-stricken young man in front of him, that young boy who was not yet famous for nine days.
Hearing this familiar voice again, Ning Chen's right hand trembled and stretched forward, his palm touched his face, and the coolness came, so clear, as if it was flowing into his heart, warming the heart of a rock that was riddled with holes.
"Ghost girl!"
Unable to bear any longer, he took the woman in front of him into his arms, Ning Chen's trembling body was still unable to calm down, he tightly hugged the warmth in his arms and refused to let go for a moment.
"I am back"
Softly comforting, the gentleness on the ghost girl's face became more and more intense, and her excessively white and slender hands hugged the man in her arms, without struggling or speaking, waiting for him to calm down. I don't know how long it took, the turbulence in Ning Chen's heart gradually calmed down. He took a half step back, looked at the woman in his arms, and said softly, "Are you all right? I heard Sister Liming say that when you were walking with the immortal corpse, you were in a bad state. Something is wrong, it seems
regain consciousness"
"I'm all right"
The ghost girl smiled softly and whispered softly.
"Can you tell me what happened?"
Ning Chen said.
"It's hard to say a word, it won't be too late to talk about it later, why are you here, Sister Liming and the others?" The ghost girl said softly.
"Sister Qing Ning and the others have returned to the world temporarily. I am here to find the Sick King Stone in exchange for the falling stars." Ning Chen replied truthfully.
"Sick King Stone?"
When the ghost girl heard the words, a little splendor flashed in her eyes, making it difficult to understand.
"What's the matter, do you know the whereabouts of this sick king stone?" Ning Chen asked in confusion.
"I don't know"
The ghost girl shook her head gently and said, "I just heard about this thing, but I haven't really seen it."
Ning Chen heard it, nodded slightly, and didn't think much about it, this thing is really hard to find, he has almost turned over the Falling Soul Abyss, and only found a thumb-sized piece.
"I've been in a coma for too long, and I don't know many things, can you tell me?" the ghost girl whispered.
"it is good"
Ning Chen nodded lightly, her eyes full of tenderness.
"When you had an accident, it was in the chaotic world of the Four Pole Realm, the master of the Four Pole Realm..."
Just when the two told the past, in the underground abyss, Luo Xingchen descended rapidly, feeling inexplicably uneasy, and it became more and more intense.
"Knowing Fate"
Strong unease lingers, Luo Xingchen completely released his cultivation base, the divine arrow opened the way, and the figure disappeared in a flash, swept towards the bottom.
Ten miles, hundreds of miles... I don't know how long I'm going, and black pillars appear in front of me, hundreds of feet high, majestic and shocking.
The remaining fire energy was vaguely palpable, Luo Xingchen let go of his consciousness, noticed the phoenix fire breath remaining in the void, and looked at the huge crack below, without stopping, and went down again.
One hundred miles, two hundred miles, three hundred miles... The distance from the ground is getting farther and farther, and the power of the law between heaven and earth is getting stronger and stronger.
After descending thousands of miles, Luo Xingchen's body has begun to crack, blood overflows, and his clothes are dyed red.
However, with a close friend in mind, Luo Xingchen ignored the body that could no longer bear the power of the law of heaven and earth, and continued to rush down.
Another hundred miles, the dim light suddenly flourished, like a tidal wave, the arrow light collapsed at the sound, and it was difficult to cross the sky gate.
"Star marks, help me!"
Feeling the breath of his friend is not far away, Luo Xingchen whispered softly, his hands overflowed with blood, and the bow was dyed red.
With a bang, a gap appeared in the transpiring dim light, and the figure of Luo Xingchen swept past quickly and submerged in it.
The underground world, the ghost hell, the shadow of falling stars swept over, looking at this self-contained underground world, his expression flashed with shock.
What is this place
The scene that I have never seen before is gloomy and chilling, Luo Xingchen didn't have time to think about it, he stepped on, followed the breath left by Zhiming and continued to rush forward.
On the banks of the Ruoshui River, the bottomless wooden boat, the purple brilliance flashed by, and after a hundred miles, a huge stone gate appeared in front of you, and the breath of time was overwhelming.
Feeling the breath of his best friend inside, Luo Xingchen breathed a sigh of relief, came to the Shifu, looked at it, and suddenly, his eyes shrank fiercely. Inside the gate of the ghost gate, Ning Chen accompanied the ghost girl, and whispered about the past events, from the pacification of the Four Poles, to the suppression of the Eternal Night Sect, to the battle to send the gods, the drastic changes in Zhongzhou, the battle of the ancient battlefield... One after another was earth-shattering. things that fill the manga
long centuries.
On the side, the ghost girl listened quietly, a gentle smile always hung on her gorgeous face.
At the end of the story, Ning Chen looked at the woman beside him, and said with a gentle expression, "This is what happened during your 100 years in a coma, and there are some other little things that I will tell you later."
"it is good!"
The ghost girl nodded with a smile, looked at the people around her tenderly, and said softly, "So many things have happened in the past 100 years, I really want to hear more from you, but unfortunately, there is no chance!" Fang Luo, blood suddenly appeared in the ghost girl's eyes, and a purple-gold long sword appeared in her hand.