Chapter 1912: Offensive underworld

Time flies, and the compass space is ten years old. X

Yang Ling has thoroughly refining the body of the Yuan Yuan into the Heavenly Eight Diagrams.

With the support of Tiandao Baji, Yangling’s Shenhai has been impregnated, and the dojo is a sturdy, hundreds of meters thick titanium alloy steel plate in the eyes of mortals. It can’t be destroyed by manpower or weapons. Yangling believes that even now A saint blew himself in the sea of ​​his gods, and I am afraid that there will be no possibility of collapse in the dojo.

It seems that it is time to completely settle the underworld!

Yang Ling exited the compass space and opened the communication light curtain to select the death Cora. ​​The body disappeared after a flash of light. After a few minutes, it appeared in a gloomy and ridiculous place in the underworld.

From the beginning of the offensive, more than a year has passed, and now the task completion has reached 20%.

It's a lot slower than it started, but it's still a lot of time.

"Colato sees the master!" Corlata, who was shrouded in the cloak, humbly gave Yang Ling a salute. He had not seen it for more than a year. He found that his master’s strength made him completely invisible, and he was covered in a layer. The light and shadow, and the gestures seem to be incompatible with the world, seemingly completely detached from the constraints of time and space.


Excluded!
Yang Ling waved his hand.
How is the situation now?


"Master please see!" Cora's finger was lightly in front of him, and a black flame burned in the air out of thin air. As the flame opened, there was a huge and complicated map of the underworld.

The composition of the underworld is different from that of the mysterious world. The whole looks like a tower with layers stacked together, but the shape is irregular. There are 18 layers from top to bottom, and three of them have collapsed. Now, in the eyes of Yang Ling, it is a continent of the underworld that has broken into four pieces.

A dark river runs through a space of eighteen layers like a giant artery. There are also tributaries like capillaries scattered from the Styx River. They grow tightly together with the entire underworld, and their characteristics are similar to those of arteries. The waters of the Styx that flow in the tributaries come from the Styx, not into the Styx.

Each of the tributaries of the Styx will gather one or several different small and medium-sized tribes, while the main rivers of the Styx are the twelve main gods, the eleven eleven gods, and thousands of gods. And millions of gods occupy the ranks, and the palaces are like mountains, stretching the infinite boundaries, sheltering their own people to live in them.

"Master, the main passage we entered into the underworld is on the 18th floor. There are three in total. They were all forced through the cracks in time and space. There are two more, one on the fifteenth floor and one on the twelfth floor. They are the land of the fallen Lord God Lucifer and the Lord of the Cold Lord, Blatter; we have now entered the seventeenth floor, there are no main gods on the 17th floor, only ten deputy gods, in a state of mutual separation, the leading troops have already been killed. The three captives are two, and the recovery is not far away, but the fifteenth and twelfth layers of the attack have encountered great resistance. Lucifer and Blatter are very powerful, each with at least 200,000 gods and With tens of billions of Guardian warriors, and because of the rule of suppression, the followers' teams, regardless of their weapons or magic, are greatly reduced in power here. Now they are in a state of mutual engagement, and progress is very slow..."

After spending more than ten minutes listening to Cora's report, Yang Ling frowned and asked: "Have you heard the news of the Nether Magic Flower and Tutkamon?"

"Not yet!" Corato shook her head. "I think the biggest possibility is that the Nether Magic Flower went to the shrine of Hades, and there is only the highest level of ghosts there!"

Yang Ling's face became very ugly.

Nether magic flower This girl is not only cold like ice, but also like a rib, once decided, even Yang Ling can not change.

However, the strength of the path goes to the range of the Pluto Shrine, which is almost one foot into the sainthood. I am afraid that there are some fierce and rare.

"Commanded to speed up the offensive speed, you go with me to the fifteenth floor, first kill the fallen Lucifer."

"Yes, master!" Corato quickly bent down and bowed.

The 18th floor of the Underworld is similar to the 18-layer that Yang Ling heard on Earth, but it is obvious that the two do not.

There are also 18 main gods in the underworld, but eight billion years ago, because the three wolves colluded with the guardians, a large number of guardian masters rushed into the underworld through the gates of hell, and an unprecedented scale of extinction In the World War, the Lord God was directly killed by eight, and the deputy was killed by dozens. As for the gods and the gods will die like the hail, although the guardian camp also degraded two Taixuan strongmen and A few masters of the real Xuanjing peak, but in general compared with the loss of the Nygzu, it is just like tickling. After the war, the Nguyen was badly hurt, and the underworld was also severely impacted, resulting in a turbulent decay rate. Accelerated, and began to collapse everywhere, so in these billions of years, only two main gods were born, and the remaining deputy gods could not absorb enough pure spirits to advance the main god, so Pluto will be three in anger. The head devil wolf was crushed under the door of Hell, and in the end he was almost shot dead.

However, this scene may be directed by Pluto, the green hat king.

Although the loss in the underworld was heavy, he gradually took control of the entire underworld and boarded the position of Pluto.

Like the mysterious world and the mysterious world, the past and the present are full of all kinds of incredible grievances and intrigues. The use of opponents to kill their own people is not a psychological burden for these high-ranking powerhouses.

The desire of the creation of the Holy Family to live in peace with each other is not realized in the eight realms.

In order to pursue the ultimate strength, the Wanzu spirits are still constantly fighting each other.

After all, fate is everywhere, and it is always there. It is always affecting all the creatures between heaven and earth. Even the creation of the Holy Spirit can not get rid of it.

The fifteenth floor of the offensive Xuanjie is Chuyuan, a member of the 300,000 Xuanjing team and two billion billion Taoist monks, of which more than two hundred people are in real Xuanjing.

This force is much stronger than the Mozu (now called the Ling) army that attacked the underworld. However, it is still in a state of resistance during the battle.

First, I don't know much about the situation in the underworld. Second, because the rules are too different, the strength is greatly suppressed.

This is the so-called strong dragon does not suppress the head of the snake.

The tens of billions of the army of the Xuanjie and the army of the Nguyen are now confronted in the abyss of collapse. Rw)Download a free reader!!