The Lotus Lantern is with you

The eternal dark red magma is rolling, and there are all kinds of strange plants growing on the dry and cracked land. The dark sky is not like the sun, moon and stars in the Three Realms. There is only a strange red luminous body hanging in the air.

Mo Chen didn't know what it was at first, but only after receiving the memory inheritance did he realize that the inside of the red luminous body was his heart.

The support point of hell is known only to him, the master of hell, and his predecessor, Sora.

So this time the illusion is him?Just don't know what will appear in his illusion.

Chen Xiang looked at everything in front of him silently, hell is bloody and cruel, there is only endless killing and fear here.In order to survive, all souls abandon all benevolence, righteousness, morality, rules and beliefs, including dignity.

He is lucky, after all, he has the fire of the abyss given to him by the sky, and has been trained by the two gods for thousands of years. He came here and lost his life and survived, otherwise he would die with his initial naive thoughts no deposit.

Yang Jian originally wanted to see the man's appearance clearly, but the next moment, the scene changed, and the blazing heat and darkness that hit his face made his body stiff.The eerie and distorted plants were growing, exuding a stench. In the hot magma, black souls were struggling and screaming.There were piles of bones and carrion, and his feet were soft. When he looked down subconsciously, his face turned pale instantly, and there was a rotting corpse under his feet.

Frowning in disgust, he looked around this ugly and dirty world, feeling sick to his stomach.Turning his head, he saw the young man silently watching everything in front of him, without any discomfort, as if these were commonplace.

What flashed through the young man's eyes, Yang Jian couldn't see clearly, he felt that the young man was full of mysteries, he was sure he had never seen such a strange place, so this time the illusion belonged to... Chen Xiang?

Thinking of this, he felt a little pain in his heart. If it was really as he guessed, how could he have such a terrifying illusion? Could this be his past?What happened to him?

"This is 'hell'..." Chen Xiang saw the doubt in the man's eyes, and explained with a chuckle, "I used to live here for a while, um, it's not a very beautiful place..." Chen Xiang's deep and depressed voice made the man I feel even more distressed.

hell!

As the god of justice, Yang Jian thought that Chen Xiang was referring to the hell in the underworld, but it didn't look like this there, how could he go to hell?

He wanted to ask clearly, but seeing the young man's self-deprecating and sad expression, he hesitated to speak, and couldn't bear to ask further, thinking maybe he should visit Chen Xiang's mysterious master, and learn about this young man's past.

Chen Xiang is very familiar with this place. He pulled Yang Jian and walked towards the north step by step. His memory was sealed more closely, and Qiu Le didn't find out much from it. The next moment, these scenes seemed much blurred. The scene around him was changing rapidly, majestic The huge black mountain, the valley of death shrouded in mist, the gloomy and cold forest, and the dark swamp that can be seen thousands of miles away, in which countless rotting corpses are floating. Scenes and scenes flashed in front of him quickly, but every picture made Yang Jian's heart ache. My heart trembled.

He wanted to ask him, have you ever experienced these things?Even though these scenes jump quickly, those places are absolutely extremely dangerous. Once you step into it, you will definitely die.

Yang Jian looked at the silent young man complicatedly, and secretly clenched his fists.Until a chill hit, in the extreme north, in the center of the endless ice and snow, a black palace stood tall, and on the huge throne, a man in black sat indifferently on a high seat, looking down.

Yang Jian couldn't see the man clearly, but felt that the coldness and loneliness made him so familiar and painful.

"Who is that!" Yang Jian asked unconsciously.Different from the person in his dream, yet so the same.

"He?" Chen Xiang laughed lowly, with a hint of sarcasm, "It's just a poor man." At that time, he built the Netherworld Palace, and standing alone in this boundless hell would always feel lonely, with no friends, only killing , there is no peace, only violence.

After that, he struggled in this endless hell day and night, fighting against the enemy, fighting against his own heart, power, power, immortality, wealth, all the temptations gathered on that throne, constantly confusing him, the chaotic blood lotus weaved too much Too many beautiful illusions, even the hard-to-hidden love in his heart, the ordinary and happy life, all of which made him get lost in it for a while.

But he still made up his mind to cut everything off. He turned his head and smiled at the man who was worried about him. The flute in his hand turned into a sharp sword. The young man walked forward calmly and stood in front of the palace.

"You actually tried to confuse me with this, Qiu Le, your morality is not enough." The young man smiled arrogantly in a certain direction with disdain. Fortunately, what appeared was the illusion of hell. If Yang Jian appeared, Chen Xiang would think of the chaotic blood lotus He couldn't help but sneak a glance at the man in white behind him in that illusion.

Fortunately, fortunately, otherwise he really didn't know how to explain it.Lifting the sharp sword in his hand, Chen Xiang swiped casually, and the palace, throne, and all kinds of illusions in front of him were shattered.

In fact, breaking the illusion is so simple, as long as you have a firm heart, this is what his uncle told him at that time, and he has been doing very well for thousands of years.

At the moment when the world shattered, Yang Jian's heart trembled slightly. He subconsciously stepped forward and grabbed the young man's hand. His feet were empty, and the lower part of them began to collapse, like a broken mirror, revealing the emptiness of the outside world.

Chen Xiang raised his head, and Qiu Le's illusion was destroyed by him. At this time, a burst of chaotic voices came in from the broken edge.As the music diffused, the surrounding scenes also began to change.

"Qiu Le is very good at manipulating illusion. He is using this method to mend this illusory world. We cannot let him succeed." Chen Xiang said, floating above the clouds in the air with the man beside him, looking down at the cracking earth below. .

The sword in his hand turned back into a blue flute, he lowered his eyes slightly, and tried a few notes, and then a melodious flute sound flew between heaven and earth.

It took only a moment for Yang Jian to understand the young man's intentions, the corners of his lips curled up slightly, he sat cross-legged on the clouds, raised his hands slightly, a stream of light flashed, and a fifty-string guqin appeared under his hand.Randomly plucked it a few times, and then the melodious sound of Guqin caught up with the sound of Xiao, winding and spinning.

Two completely different voices attacked each other, Chen Xiang squinted his eyes slightly, he seemed to sense Qiu Le's aura, somewhere, he radiated his consciousness to hide in the voice, and probed for Qiu Le's aura.

No, damn it, where exactly is that guy hiding? His strength and aura have been detected, why can't he find his hiding place.Chen Xiang panicked, his subordinates lost control, and his breath gradually became irritable.

"Calm down, Chen Xiang." The man's clear and shallow voice came to his ears, and the cool breath surrounded him, calming his impetuous heart.He suddenly woke up, he was actually affected just now, he tilted his head towards the man in white and smiled gratefully, since he couldn't find Qiu Le's hiding place, he would ruin this place.

There was a slight movement in his heart, and Qu Yin became ghostly. Hearing this, Yang Jian understood the boy's intentions, and his subordinates also changed accordingly.All of a sudden, the style of music changed drastically, and it even included Qiu Le's power.

All rivers are inclusive, and if the opponent's strength is completely worn away, then all attacks will lose their meaning.Sure enough, Chen Xiang sensed the fluctuation of the other party's breath, and a discordant heartbeat appeared in a certain corner.

When they found it, the two of them stopped their movements at the same time, a three-pointed double-edged knife appeared in Yang Jian's right hand, and the flute in Chen Xiang's hand changed into a black-red whip again, attacking in that direction with a tyrannical aura.

Chen Xiang twisted her wrist, and the whip flew, pulling Qiu Le out directly.A shrill sound appeared, and a big black snake was pulled out by its tail.What an inexplicable sense of joy!Chen Xiang thought silently in his spare time.

Immediately afterwards, Yang Jian sneered, he clenched the sharp blade in his hand, and slashed down from the black snake's seven inches.

The black and red blood splashed, and Chen Xiang quickly led the man to avoid it. He explained, "Although that guy's force value is weak, he is highly poisonous from the inside to the outside, and his blood can almost dissolve everything in the world."

Sure enough, Yang Jian watched the big black snake's body and head separated at this time, and the blood swallowed up the space, revealing patches of strange darkness.

Even the space can be eroded away. Yang Jian couldn't figure out what kind of existence this thing is. He went through all the memories of ancient monsters in his brain, but he didn't have any impression.

Naturally, he couldn't know the information about Qiu Le, neither the five-headed bird nor Qiu Le belonged to the Three Realms, but the five-headed bird came from the early prehistoric period and had some sources, while Qiu Le was a demon from hell.

Chen Xiang looked at the gradually melting snake body below, Qiu Le had no actual form, this figure was transformed later, Yang Jian's blow alone could not bring him any serious damage, in fact Qiu Le's resilience Also extremely strong.

Yang Jian also understood in his heart, he clenched the weapon in his hand, ready to strike as soon as there was a vision.

It's just that he was pulled back by the young man again, "Jian, while this illusion is destroyed by Qiu Le's blood, we have to leave here first." Chen Xiang quickly found the nearest opening and rushed to it while talking.

Yang Jian also knew that leaving here was the most important thing at this time, and he followed the boy's pace cooperatively, but at this moment, the blood scattered by Qiu Le suddenly burst into small bubbles like magma, rolling and boiling, and black gas swam in it It moved, and in the next second, it condensed into a black liquid body and rushed towards the two people who were about to leave.

A dangerous breath hit from behind, and Yang Jian could even smell a rotten breath.

That guy really didn't die.Yang Jian subconsciously hugged the boy tightly in his arms, intending to block Qiu Le's attack alone.Even though Qiu Le's strength is relatively weak in Hell, his attack cannot be resisted by Yang Jian at present.

Yang Jian's protection for him warmed Chen Xiang's heart.

"Jian, protect yourself..." Chen Xiang hugged his waist, leaned into his ear and said, this decisive tone gave Yang Jian a chill.

No!Yang Jian opened his eyes wide, watching the boy push himself out violently. He subconsciously wanted to grab the boy's hand, but suddenly a suction force came from behind, taking him out of this world.

"Chenxiang!" The young man still smiled gently, his black robe was dyed the color of fire, with a strange and poignant beauty.

"No!"

The space is closed...

I'm sorry, Jian, these confusions were caused by my negligence, and now I should solve them by myself. I shouldn't have brought these dangers to you, sorry...

Chen Xiang closed her eyes with a sad expression.

Surrounded by Qiu Le's ferocious laughter, the hoarse voice was like dried orange peel.

"Ah, it's really touching. I saved others and left myself here. Now there is one less person. Do you think you are still my opponent?"

"No..." Chen Xiang smiled strangely, turned around slowly, looked at the unknown object in front of him, licked his dry lips, and a bloody light flashed in his eyes, "Now is the real beginning."

Now that Yang Jian leaves here, he can release his power unscrupulously.

In the boundless flames, the man in black stepped on the breath of death, spreading the boundless darkness to the entire fantasy world.