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The surroundings were extremely dark and gloomy.

Due to the special environment of Netherworld City, there is not a trace of moonlight even on July 15th. In this atmosphere, it looks even darker. Everywhere in the city, there are cultivators waiting quietly.

suddenly!

Somewhere in the city, there seemed to be an explosion, forming a storm. Endless fog shrouded one after another from somewhere, sweeping towards the city in all directions.

The water vapor in the air condensed into snowflakes and fell, and the ground of Netherworld City seemed to be covered with a layer of frost, and the biting cold air followed one after another. It was Yin Qi, and there seemed to be a phantom appearing in the hazy mist ahead.

Fengdu——

gate of hell!

"hiss...!"

For a while.

Almost all the monks near the shadow took a breath of cold air in unison. This scene is like the Mythical manifestation of the previous era, which is shocking, frightening... and awe-inspiring!

'Muscular Monk' Du'e smiled softly, touched his bald head, and the Buddha's light flashed away from his body.

"Amitabha..."

Another place in the city.

A beautiful figure with a beautiful face, a plump figure, and black and shiny hair hanging down around her waist fell out of the dust. Ning Xue stood there quietly, her red lips muttering to herself 933: "Fengdu, the gate of hell."

"Hiss! This Yin Qi can actually block spiritual consciousness!"

Not far away, a monk shouted, astonished.

From Qin Mo's body, a stream of blazing true energy came out of his body, isolating the cold Yin Qi. As mentioned before, under normal circumstances, cultivators are not afraid of the cold.

At this time, Qin Mo looked around.

The raging Yin Qi around him can block the cultivator's spiritual perception, but for Qin Mo, it seems to have no effect. His Transparent Sword Heart is like a sharp sword, and the Yin Qi cannot stop it.

He vaguely saw a lot of old monsters from the Mahayana Stage and even the Transcending Tribulation Stage, just to find the illusory and illusory opportunity to become an immortal in the 'Gate of Underworld'. Qin Mo couldn't call him an old monster, although the style of painting was different. , but he is really just the Foundation Building Stage.

Finally, Qin Mo set his sights on the looming shadow of Fengdu in the mist, where an extremely dark void crack appeared out of thin air. The resulting chaotic storm was much more terrifying than the birth of Secret Realm in ancient times.

"The Gate of Underworld is about to be born."

Qin Mo said softly.

In the live broadcast room, the group members followed Qin Mo's gaze and passed through the layers of fog. They saw the scene of Nether City at this time, saw the illusory Fengdu, saw the snow in July, and saw the horror. 'The Gate of Hell'.

Dongfang Bai exclaimed, "It's snowing in July..."

Uncle Jiu couldn't help but take a breath of cold air and murmured to himself, "The 'Gate of Hell' is like a wound, which was torn open between heaven and earth. In July, the snow will fall." They are tears from God.”

"This explanation is interesting."

Qin Mo smiled softly.

However, there are spirits in the world of cultivation, so what Lin Jiu said is not too wrong.

‘Stab it——

at this time.

A thunderbolt that seemed to tear apart the sky streaked across the sky with a loud explosion. Even the dense clouds billowing with demonic energy in the sky were exploded, and the bright silver moonlight slowly sprinkled down.

Everything around me is clear and clear.

"Look! That's the Gate of Hell! Damn it! The Gate of Hell!"

"The rumored Fengdu Ghost Town."

"The Gate of Hell."

"hiss"

In an instant, the monks gathered in the city were all excited at this moment, their eyes shining with heat and excitement. At this time, the saying that has been passed down from ancient times echoed in their minds, 'On July 15th, the gate of the underworld opens, and the River Styx appears.

On the road to Huangquan, flowers bloom on the other side.

Once you enter the underworld.

Once you get a chance to be immortal.

The legendary True Immortal Great Dao is so close (ajbj) in front of us. Although it is just a legend and a thought, it has made countless cultivators flock to it for thousands of years. They always have dreams, just in case they come true.

above.

The crack in the void that seemed to tear apart reality and illusion quickly stretched open at a speed visible to the naked eye, and instantly turned into a huge portal hundreds of meters high, ancient and gloomy.

It seemed like endless Yin Qi was about to roar out from it, and even the majestic Netherworld City seemed extremely small compared to this portal.

At this time, as an inexplicable ghostly bell rang, the illusory portal standing in front of everyone - the 'Gate of Underworld', slowly opened with a strange sound.

It exudes an extremely terrifying aura, as if leading to the underworld.

gradually.

The doors are all open.

Take a closer look.

What came into view was a very huge black whirlpool. Inside the whirlpool was something like the roar of an evil spirit. It was a horrifying sound. The sound seemed to come from the Nine Nether Hells, which frightened the soul.

The ‘Gate of Underworld’ is almost taking shape.

Cultivators, you are eager to try.

Somewhere in the city.

Standing are two figures, one tall and one short, one old and one young. Bai Yunzi is wearing a plain Taoist robe and has a long beard. He looks like an immortal. The little girl next to him is also elegant and full of vulgarity. Beautiful girl.

Bai Yunzi warned, "Qing'e, please remember that after passing through the Gate of Underworld, you will be teleported to a random place. In most cases, monks with the same cultivation level will be teleported to the same realm. If they are separated from their master, , Be careful in everything. "Remember to take care of yourself, Juzai."

"Qing'e understands."

Qing'e Zhenshou.

Then, she looked around and didn't see the familiar figure.

Bai Yunzi took out five talisman papers and handed them to Qing'e.

"This is the Purple Thunder Talisman personally refined by Master Qin Mo. Keep it for self-defense.

"Where's the master?"

the little girl asked.

Bai Yunzi raised his eyebrows and said, "Do you still need it as a teacher?"

"No need." Qing'e shook her head.

Bai Yunzi smiled softly.

at this time.

"The gate to hell is open!"

"Xianyuan..."

All of a sudden!

Figures soared into the sky, wielding swords, soaring into the clouds, or driving Law Treasure...

The Eight Immortals cross the sea, each showing their Divine Ability.

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