In mythology, there are eighteen levels of hell, and each level has a palace of the King of Hell.
Actually, no, it's just on the first level. It's a very special space world among the three realms, and it's the place where most souls go. After all, there are very few souls who can pass the many tests and enter the Hall of Valor of the Gods.
It is located at the bottom of the Three Realms holographic map, but is not shown on the map. The relationship between it and the square box space on the sacred mountain is almost the same as the North Pole and the South Pole on the Three Realms holographic map, with one at the top and the other at the bottom. At the same time, it is also an extreme relationship, one is the highest level and the other is the lowest level. But whether it is the highest rune space or the lowest underworld, it is invisible. If you don't die, you can only enter through special channels.
Ma Mian took Ning Tao there once before. At that time, he was not even an immortal.
More than a thousand years have passed. I wonder if Ma Mian is still there
I don’t know if that guy will continue to be a ghost servant or if he will be reincarnated.
Perhaps because of this thought, Ning Tao used the seal of the three realms to open the passage to the underworld, and the intervention point was where Ma Mian's home was.
Coming out of the energy channel, you are greeted by a bloody sea, like waves of blood rushing towards the shore one after another, with a fishy smell. This glance gave Ning Tao a sense of familiarity. He turned around and saw a huge citrus tree coming into his sight again. There is a courtyard behind the citrus tree, with green bricks and yellow tiles, which looks quite elegant.
That citrus tree is the underworld's treasure Huangquan citrus.
That yard was Ma Mian's home. Ning Tao couldn't remember whether it was a thatched house or a stone house before. It was normal for Ma Mian to renovate his house in a thousand years.
"That's... Huangquan tangerine?" Wu Yue also saw it.
Ning Tao nodded: "Yes, that's the Huangquan citrus tree. I planted that tree."
"Did you plant it?" Wu Yue was not surprised to see such a big Huangquan citrus tree, but she was surprised when Ning Tao said that he planted it.
Ning Tao said: "I gave it to Ma Mian a thousand years ago, and I didn't know he was now..."
Before he finished speaking, a woman came out of the green-tiled courtyard. She was wearing a white hip-hugging skirt, red high-heeled shoes, and a tight-fitting black T-shirt. Her figure was bulging forward and backward, which was very eye-catching. It's just that his face is obviously plastic surgery. Even ordinary people can see it, let alone a being of Ning Tao's level.
In the eyes of the God of Delivery, no matter how beautiful she is after plastic surgery, it is just vulgar and will not catch his eye.
"Who are you and what do you want to do? I warn you, if you dare to take advantage of Huangquan Citrus, you will be dead, Smecta." The female ghost spoke, and she was talking about Gao Li.
Wu Yue frowned and reached out to pat it away.
She is the god of death now. If she slaps her, let alone this little female ghost, even a ghost king will be beaten to death.
Ning Tao grabbed her hand: "That horse face helped me. This female ghost may be his wife. Spare her life."
Wu Yue said: "For your sake, I will spare her once, but you are my main god, and I am the father god of my children. The underworld that I dominate will not allow any disrespect to you. "
This sounds domineering, but she is definitely qualified to do this
So, because she is indeed the God of Death, the Lord of the Underworld. The ghost king will kneel down when he sees her.
Even though the Korean female ghost couldn't see the auras on the two gods, and couldn't feel the divine power, she could understand the conversation between the two gods. When Wu Yue said this, she was stunned for a moment, and then fell to her knees on the ground.
"Are you two...gods?" The Korean female ghost's voice trembled violently.
Ning Tao said: "I am the co-lord of the three realms. Standing next to me is the God of Death. I have some friendship with Ma Mian. Where is he now?"
The Korean female ghost said in a trembling voice: "I, I, I am the concubine of the Horse-faced Ghost King. He is the Ghost King of Yindu... Go west and we will be there within a hundred miles."
After saying this, there was a puddle on the ground where she was kneeling, and she was so frightened that she peed.
"Let's go, this female ghost is simply... the smell is terrible." Wu Yue looked disgusted.
If Ma Mian was at home, Ning Tao would stay and chat for a few words, reminisce about old times, and then give Ma Mian a blessing or something. But he didn't expect that this time, Ma Mian was no longer the little ghost he was before, but had become the ghost king.
The Son-Giving God has been sitting on the throne of the Supreme God King for a thousand years, and has been bored for a thousand years. Can't a little ghost become a ghost king through his own efforts and hard work? Perhaps, the Huangquan tangerine tree that Ning Tao gave to Ma Mian played a crucial role.
A golden divine cloud appeared at the feet of Ning Tao and Wu Yue, and then flew to the west carrying the two great gods.
A hundred miles passed in an instant.
The Yindu City was a square city, with scarlet blood flowing in the surrounding moat, and the fishy smell was astounding. There are not many buildings in the city, and there is what looks like a temple in the center of the city. It must be the Yin Palace of Horse Face. The Korean female ghost guarding his hometown house must be his favorite, otherwise she wouldn't be guarding such an important Huangquan citrus tree.
Except for a few buildings in the middle of the city, there are no buildings anywhere else in the city. There are pits, pools of hot oil, iron cages, and gallows. On the square city wall, there are hundreds of wooden stakes standing on it, with people nailed to the wooden stakes. There are ghosts peeling skin, there are ghosts gouging out eyes, there are ghosts sawing legs, there are ghosts floating in kerosene...
On a main road, a long queue was walking towards Yindu City. The ghost driver on the road was riding an old cow. He also had a cow's head on his head, with two curved horns on his head. However, what he held in his hand was not a weapon to scare ghosts, but a music player, and he had a pair of headphones plugged into his ears.
That should be the Minotaur Ghost Messenger, who brought ghosts from the mortal world and sent them to the underworld for trial. Only the player in his hand and the headphones on his ears destroyed the harmony of the picture, but they reminded people that this is the modern underworld, not the underworld in those mythical stories.
Ning Tao originally wanted to see Ma Mian, but when he saw the ghosts being tortured in Yindu City, he felt a little nauseous and didn't want to go.
"Why, don't you want to go in and have a look?" Wu Yue said. Her reaction was quite normal. She was a decisive and decisive woman. She had fought all over the world in the past time and space, and the bloody things she had experienced were probably more terrifying than this hell, so she didn't have any discomfort at all.
Ning Tao said: "I thought about it and decided not to go. Those ghosts who are being tortured are all sinful people. They did bad things when they were alive.
It is also appropriate to go to the underworld and suffer some pain. I, the co-owner of the Three Realms, have gone, and it would be inappropriate if I didn’t offer a general amnesty, so I won’t go, in order to avoid amnesty for those guilty ghosts. "
Wu Yue smiled: "You are so thoughtful, where should we go next?"
Ning Tao thought for a while and said: "I have been to this underworld once, but I only stayed in front of Ma Mian's house for a while. I didn't go far. This is the first time I have seen this ghost town. I don't know how big this underworld is. Let's go How about a walk?"
"Okay, I am the God of Death. I also want to know how big my territory is." Wu Yue said.
The golden divine cloud carried the two great gods and continued to fly to the west.
There once was a god of death in the underworld. Ning Tao vaguely remembers his name, Huang Quan, etc., but he can't remember clearly. The god of death is also on the prehistoric sacred mountain. It is Wu and Xemiah's conspiracy. Now, the old heaven dies and the new heaven stands. Ning Tao has become the co-lord of the three realms. He sits on the sacred mountain, and gods will continue to come to the sacred mountain to become new gods, and they will also receive the destiny of the gods. Wu Yue is an example. The former God of Death has died and she has now taken office.
When the golden divine cloud flew over Yindu City, the ghost soldiers and generals in the city roared excitedly, and the sound actually drowned out the screams of the whole city.
"Damn, what's going on?" Ma Mian ran out of a room in the Ghost King's Palace. He only had a pair of shorts on him, and his face and body were covered with lipstick marks. He didn't know what he had just experienced.
When he ran out of the door, he had just seen the golden divine cloud passing through the city. His jaw almost dropped to the ground in shock. However, his reaction was not slow. He was just stunned for a moment before kneeling down and shouting Said: "The ghost king of Yindu paid homage to the great god with his horse face, and asked the great god to come down and talk about it."
Ning Tao heard this, and he replied: "Ma Mian, do you still remember me? I have something to do now, come and see me later."
The sound was like the sound of a divine bell, loud and powerful.
All the ghost soldiers, generals, ghosts and ghosts in the city were frightened. Even the ghosts who were being tortured and screaming just opened their mouths wide and made no sound.
"This voice... is so familiar, but why don't I remember what other great gods I know?" Ma Mian said to himself, feeling confused.
Of course he remembered Ning Tao, and would talk about Brother Ning every time he ate Huangquan tangerines, but he never dreamed that Ning Tao would become an immortal and a god, and eventually become the co-lord of the three realms. Therefore, he could not guess who the great god standing on the golden cloud was.
The golden divine cloud traveled westward, traveling thousands of miles in an instant, and saw several ghost towns along the way.
There is a ghost town that is still dominated by white people. The ghost soldiers, ghost generals and ghost messengers in the city are all white people, and the people who are being tortured are also white people. There are only a few dark black brothers, soaking in the oil pan, and it is not easy to see people. .
It is also strange that the weapons used by the white ghost soldiers and generals in the white ghost town are actually modern weapons, such as long and short rifles, cannons and tanks. It feels to Ning Tao like a military base in the Lighthouse Country thousands of years ago.
Of course, that ghost town cannot be the military base of the Lighthouse Country. That country has been dead for a thousand years.
In fact, whether it's a sword, a shield, or a spear, or a tank, those things are all burned down from the underworld. If there's going to be a war in the underworld, you'll have to use magic weapons, and nuclear bombs won't work. Besides, I’m afraid there are no family members of the deceased burning nuclear bombs for their deceased relatives, right