The Little Reporter from the Underworld and the Demon King

Uze walked through the forest, standing on the bare black ground, the mirror-like stones told the past of being enslaved by magma.

Compared with the hundreds of meters wide magma stone under his feet, what surprised him even more was the scene in front of him—the magma seemed to be stopped by an invisible force, forming a magma wall two demons high, completely engulfing the entire underworld. Surrounded in a circle, you can't see the end of the wall.The magma was boiling and tumbling in front of him, as if it would engulf him as soon as the restraint disappeared.

Weixi walked towards the magma wall, and a spherical cavity immediately appeared on the wall as he moved forward. When he stopped, the cavity also stopped, half embedded in the magma.The surrounding magma is lying on the surface of the sphere, but it can't do anything to the demon inside the sphere.

"I'll take you there."

He glanced back at Uze, who hastily approached him, ready to enter his spherical shelter.

The force that bound the magma to prevent it from engulfing the underworld did not stop Weixi, but suddenly materialized at this moment, blocking Wuze from the underworld.Wu Ze looked at Weixi half body standing outside the invisible barrier in doubt, but he could touch a solid smooth surface when he stretched out his hand, just like an extremely thin piece of glass. The invisible glass can faintly feel the temperature of the opposite magma.

Seeing Wu Ze's outstretched hand slightly deformed because it touched something in the air, Weixi immediately understood what was going on, drooped his eyelids, and retreated into the boundary of the underworld with some displeasure.

"The pervert is really thoughtful." He muttered softly.

Wu Ze didn't hear clearly and asked him: "What?"

Wei Xi stroked his chin: "You can't pass through this barrier, we can only fly over."

After finishing speaking, he closed his eyes tightly, and when he opened them again, a pair of huge black wings suddenly broke through the confinement of his clothes, and spread out behind his back.

Wu Ze watched a piece of black feather fall slowly, and couldn't help but think of the time when the emperor saved him from the angel, and said in a daze: "Well, good."

The inverted tree was far away, even if they took the empty road, it took a while for Wu Ze to see a huge tree growing downwards straight down from the mid-air with no end in sight.Maybe it's not just one tree, but the trunks of many trees twisted together to form the huge column in front of you.There was not a single leaf on the trunk and the few remaining branches, and there was a deep black highland under the tree, and the places that were not covered by the magma reflected crimson light.The roots of the tree are hidden in the clouds upwards, and I don't know where the roots are.The tumbling golden-red magma poured down from the air along the trunk, tightly wrapped the saturnal tree inside, fell on the high ground, and spread out to join the red current.

Weixi fell on the high ground, and the magma around the two demons was immediately separated by an invisible force, freeing up a spherical safe area.

Wu Ze seemed to have been summoned by something, with a dignified expression, staring closely at the inverted tree, slowly walked to the tree trunk, raised one hand and stretched out towards the tree trunk.As his hand approached the tree, the magma covering the tree trunk at the front of his palm seemed to be blocked, diverting to both sides, and the dark bark was exposed in the magma, and Wu Ze covered the bark with his hand.

The whole process was unhurried, as if completing a solemn ceremony.

Weixi didn't know why Uze did this, but there was always his reason.Maybe Wu Ze was summoned by the inverted tree as soon as he saw it, and instantly knew how to use the power of pure white.

He looked at Wu Ze full of hope, pinning his hopes on that pure white heart that was much brighter than before.

After a while, Wu Ze turned around in vain, his face no longer had the seriousness before, and the red eyes that seemed to be flowing with magma looked innocently at Wei Xi: "Mr. Wei Xi, I can't do it."

Weixi was stunned when he heard the words, and then the light in his eyes dimmed visibly. He didn't want to give up just like that, and asked Wu Ze eagerly: "Why can't it be done? Do you know what to do? Have you tried it? "

Wu Ze looked down at his chest, Weixi thought for a moment that he could see the white light too.

Uze couldn't see anything but the clothes he was wearing, but he knew that there was a container of pure white power beating in his chest.Just as he didn't know why he could feel the call of the Daosheng Tree to him, he also somehow knew that the power contained in the container was far from enough to eliminate the excessive resentment in hell.

"not enough."

Wu Ze murmured in a low voice, he bit his lips, thinking that he could finally contribute to the underworld like the emperor, but as expected, he was too weak.

"It's far from enough." His eyes flickered a little discouraged, and his tone and sight were full of indescribable unwillingness.

At this time, Weixi also understood that it was too idealistic to place his hope on the pure heart all the time. Perhaps the emperor had thought of this a long time ago, so he didn't want Wu Ze to take such a meaningless risk.

The two demons were thinking about their own thoughts, and fell into silence, only the sound of magma churning could be heard.

Just when Weixi was about to go back home with his head down, Wu Ze suddenly raised his head and looked at him firmly: "Mr. Weixi, take me to the other shore!"

……

Just now, Wu Ze thought a lot.He carefully recalled all the information Timo told him about the magma, from the source of the magma, to the transmission of the magma, to the meaning of the magma...Suddenly he had a flash of inspiration——

Since there is no way to eliminate the magma in the underworld, they can try to solve it from the source!

This was Wu Ze's first time on a boat on the Santu River. If it weren't for the serious and expressionless boatman in front of him who had no communication with them, his impression of the Ferryman would still be that of the long-legged monster smuggling magma stones.

The surface of the Santu River is shrouded in mist all the year round, and the ferryman floats forward with a stick of bamboo wormwood on it.The river water is gray and white, clearly bottomless, but the bamboo wormwood can fall leisurely and steadily on the river bed, with a short and melodious "thump".

Seeing the scene on the other side with my own eyes, it is undeniable that there is still a huge gap between what Wu Ze imagined.

Although this excitement was within Wu Ze's expectations—it was more chaotic than lively.

The four-wheeled boxes on the wide streets are moving rapidly. Even the most spacious street in the underworld is less than half the width in front of him. Even if all the demons in the underworld are gathered, it is hard to say whether the effect of the scene before him can be achieved. It is so dense that it makes his scalp Numb.

Just one stop here, an indescribable pressure filled his heart, and Wu Ze, who had just arrived and still had no idea what was going on, suddenly understood why the resentment on the other side was overwhelming—and the dead It doesn't matter, it's all the grievances of the living.

The two demons with devil horns stood out in the crowd, but the people on the other side didn't show much curiosity about them, they just glanced at them and muttered "what a mess of clothes" before bowing their heads and meeting them. A long, glowing cylinder.

This thing looks familiar to Wu Ze, but I don't know what it's called, I only know that the emperor has always refused to introduce it to the underworld.

the Great...

Thinking of the Great Emperor, Wu Ze's impetuous heart for some reason suddenly seemed to be on the ground and calmed down.I don't know if the emperor often visits the other shore when he is working?It should be, otherwise where did those weird inventions come from. The thought of "maybe in the place where the emperor once came" made him no longer at a loss, but the huge crowds in front of him made him unable to concentrate. He sighed, turned around and asked Weixi who had been silently following him: " Mr. Vesey, is there a place where there are fewer people?"