The water bell was carried by the path and galloped forward, as if it had turned into a cabbage.

He heard the sound of the wind in his ears like a whistle, sharp and piercing, and his face was blown as painful as a knife. In panic, he shouted vigorously, "Auntie! Aunt! "But where is there anyone who answers? In the end, he was forced to separate from Xi Mutong.

I don't know how long he galloped like this, but the path finally stopped, and he let go layer by layer, and then he was thrown out with a "snap" and fell to the ground. Looking at the road again, he didn't stop for a moment after sending him there, and then he zigzagged and ran back to where he had come, and in the blink of an eye, he was hidden behind the misty void.

Behind him is the void that continues from the dragon tooth mirror, but in front of him is the real scene.

He crouched on the side of the road and threw up for a moment before he staggered to his feet. When his chest slowly calmed down, he pulled out the bamboo sword from his waist as a crutch, and then looked around dizzily, trying to figure out where he had been delivered.

Looking up, he saw a black plaque hanging above his head, with the words "Netherworld Valley" written on it.

"What...... How did I get to the Netherworld? Isn't this the Demon Realm? Frightened, Shui Ling'er was at a loss, not knowing whether to move forward or retreat.

He was sent by the path, and now that the path has disappeared, and when he steps back into the fog, he doesn't know what will be more terrible, maybe he will step into the abyss? If you move forward, the reputation of the Netherworld Valley has replaced the ghost clan in the Three Realms and has become the Hell of the Three Realms.

After weighing the two, he finally chose to move forward, intending to pass through this hellish valley and return to Jiluo Mountain. After making up his mind, he took a breath and walked forward.

The strange rocks and miasma of the Netherworld Valley reminded him of the Southern Zenith, the infamous fragmented mountain. But compared to this place, the Fragmented Mountains are only a small microcosm of this vast valley.

He looked up at the sky, the color of the sky tinging a faint blood-red. The clouds appear thick and heavy, and their shape is like a mass of pierced, stacked human hearts. Blood flowed from the broken heart, polluting the clouds and soaking the sky.

Except for the sky, there was a sour smell of sulfur all around, and he walked all the way through, but he couldn't see any signs of life.

Not only is it gloomy, but even the air is oppressive. After walking for a while, he couldn't bear it anymore, so he threw the bamboo sword into the air and tried to step on the sword.

But to his surprise, the bamboo sword seemed to be suppressed by this gloomy atmosphere, and suddenly lost all his mana. After being thrown into the air, it did not stop for a moment, but fell back to the mud ground with a "click" like a stone, splashing a piece of mud.

"It turns out that the Netherworld Valley is so hated by immortals that even the fairy sword is reluctant to move. It's no wonder that the Holy Fire King's Netherworld Spirit, who has grown into that dignified ......, "Shui Ling'er, who loves beauty, has never stopped attacking Wei Lie's appearance, and then he feels even more disgusted and uncomfortable when he thinks of the nonsense that his aunt and uncle had a marriage contract with him after he was drunk at the fairy and demon banquet.

But after a moment of thought, he sighed again: "But, why is Aunt Feng so beautiful? Could it be that the phrase that the mud is not stained is because of her? He thought wildly, and simply gave up the bamboo sword, intending to use the Pointing Heaven Sword to resist the wind.

Just as he was about to draw his sword, a silver light suddenly flashed in front of him, and the silver light stopped three inches away from his body, and he hurriedly retracted it.

"Who?" Shui Ling'er exclaimed in surprise and looked ahead, and saw that the silver light came from a pile of small silver snakes that kept wriggling, and then, the snake pile dodged to the side, and a woman in the center poked her head out, and then raised her body.

"Yaozhi!" Shui Ling'er shouted, and retreated in fright. (To be continued.) )