Chapter 447: Flatten the hell?

Great wind!
In the wind, the sound was getting louder and louder, and Fang Ming also noticed that the ghosts who were originally walking down turned around and ran towards the oil pan.
These ghosts did not restore their minds, but instinctively caused them to fear and chose to escape.
Although I don't know what this gust of wind means, Fang Ming can be sure that this gust of wind will definitely not occur under normal circumstances, that is, something has changed here.
This made Fang Ming a little embarrassed, whether he should continue to walk down below.
However, at this moment, a thunderous sound exploded in his ear.
"What is hell, a place of stealth and stolen life, when it comes to peace!"
This voice caused Fang Ming to stumble almost in a stagger, not being frightened, but with a terrifying energy in the voice.
It seems that it will never be wiped out across the time and space of the ages. This voice is spread in the strong wind, and those ghosts that run slowly fall to the ground and fall into the deep oil pot.
"If grass is not left, order should be rebuilt!"
Another thunder sound exploded, and at this moment, Fang Ming found that a big hand appeared in front of him. This big hand fell from the dark sky above, directly probing the depth of the oil pan.
The big hand passed through Fang Ming's body, letting Fang Ming know that it wasn't that a big hand really fell down. This is the image. In a certain time and space, a strong man once shot into the underworld.
Shoot to the underworld?
Thinking of this, Fang Ming was full of shock in his heart. Where is hell? That is the end of all beings. No matter what level of strong man he was in his life, he had to come to after death.
Even Fang Ming's master, he was a tad to the underworld during his lifetime, and he was never willing to talk more about the underworld.
Fang Ming's eyes have a fine eye, and he stares at the huge palm, which is a confrontation that spans time and space, maybe tens of thousands of years ago, but he is also a bit curious about the end result.
The time when the big hand stepped into the depths of the oil pan but a few breaths appeared again. At this moment, the big hand was bloody. Fang Ming noticed that the last finger of the big hand was broken, and the blood was flowing from the broken finger. of.
Seeing this result, Fang Ming did not feel surprised. If Hades were so easily attacked by others, it would not be called Hades, and since it was a battle in the past, and now Hades still exists, it is already the result.
"With this thing, the turtle will stay in one place, then I will ban this world."
The thunderous sound sounded again, and as the sound fell, Fang Ming saw the endless thunder fall from above the sky and saw the clouds of black clouds sweeping the earth.
It's like annihilation.
"It turns out that you snatched my pass. Damn, I'm not running fast."
While Fang Ming was still watching this world-destroying scene, Zhou Hai's voice came from behind him. Fang Ming looked back and saw Zhou Hai staring at him with an angry face.
The knocking sap was caught, and Fang Ming's expression was awkward. He rubbed his nose and said, "Let me borrow it for a while, and I will return it to you."
"Borrow a hammer, is there such a borrowed one? If not afraid of losing the pass, I'll control your life and death."
Zhou Hai called a depressed man, if he could, he would definitely not come here at this time, but how far away from the oil pan is, how eager the person who knocked his mob died here.
"Dude, it seems that you know a lot about Hades, what's going on now, talk about it."
"I said you a hammer... uh, this is the case..."
Zhou Hai was about to scold his mother, but when she saw Fang Ming shaking the black text a few times in her hand, she made the action of throwing it deep into the pan, and she quickly smiled, "You must ask me for this brother I want to tell you, we have something to say."
Fang Ming just stared at Zhou Hai and did not answer.
"This kind of situation usually only occurs once every few decades in the underworld. According to what my master told me, it seems that the underworld had experienced a war in the most primitive time. This battle was fierce and the strength of the strong shot It’s terrifying, it’s so scary that it can leave traces, even if it’s been so long, it’s still recorded by the time, and it will reappear at a specific time.

Zhou Hai is telling the truth. This is indeed what his master told him, and he has encountered it once in that year. If that time is not his master’s quick response, I am afraid that he will stay in this world forever.
"Brother, I tell you the truth, although this is just what happened in the past, it still affects the present. At least it is impossible to go to the underworld. At this moment, the underworld may have been closed, and the more you go down, the more there will be. Dangerous, so the safest choice is to give up."
Zhou Hai persuaded him that he didn't care about Fang Ming's safety. In his heart, he couldn't wait for Fang Ming to die here, but the key was that the pass was in Fang Ming's hands.
"Hades closed?"
"Well, this oil pan is actually the entrance to the real hell. Only when we enter inside is we enter the hell, and the area we are in is just outside the hell, but if we want to enter after the is closed, we must go through the floor. The most important thing is that what you have just seen is just the beginning of the war. My master once said that this war will last for three days, and the entire periphery of the underworld will be affected."
Fang Ming looked at Zhou Hai. From Zhou Hai's expression, he could be sure that the other party did not lie. Everything was true. That is to say, there was an accident at the entrance to the underworld. It is not a simple matter to enter the underworld now.
"Brother, don't be impulsive, or you tell me what you are going to do in the underworld, and see if I can do it for you."
Hearing Zhou Hai's words, a smile appeared on Fang Ming's face. He almost forgot. Zhou Hai was a yin man. He knew better than he himself, so it might be a good choice to ask him.
"There is a child born with destiny..."
"I'm relying on it, if I made a mistake, I played so big, you dare to touch your destiny, you want to change your life."
Fang Ming hadn't finished speaking yet, and Zhou Hai called out. Obviously he knew what Fang Ming was doing when he came to the underworld.
"You are thinking about the underworld knowing about life and death, right, I can tell you that people who are born and dead are not supposed to be reborn, just because some accidents have been reborn, and people have been reborn, and the yin is not able to go directly Souling, so it limited its vitality to a hundred days."
As Fang Ming expected, Zhou Hai knew more about his life and death than he did.
"So what can be done?"
"Is there no solution? Not to mention the side of the underworld, it is impossible to absorb the vitality of the sun. This is already the destiny of the end of the death. Don't bother. The name of life is destined to say everything."
Zhou Hai shook his head directly, a tone that he could not negotiate at all.
"So what if I can solve the problem of not being able to absorb the vitality of the sun?" Fang Ming didn't mind Zhou Hai's tone and continued to ask.
"That won't work, Hades..."
Fang Ming shook the black text in his hand, Zhou Hai's words came to an abrupt halt, and finally showed a vicious expression towards Fang Ming, "You are ruthless."
"Speak, where is that child?"
"Xiangjiang."
"Over Xiangjiang, wait for me to think..."
Zhou Hai’s eyeballs seemed to be thinking about something, and he said after a short bang:
I’ve been in charge of the yin difference over the Xiangjiang River. If you really want to try, I can help. But The premise is that you must guarantee that this pass must be returned to me."
"Of course it's okay. I'm not a yin person. It's useless to keep this pass, and I can't bring it back to the sun." Fang Ming nodded and agreed. Although this pass is a good thing, he is now in a state of soul. It is indeed impossible to bring this pass back to the yang.
"That line, then I will tell you."
Zhou Hai stepped forward, attached to Fang Ming's ear, and whispered, and Fang Ming's expression became more and more exciting with Zhou Hai's words, and at the end, his mouth twitched and did not know what to say. .
"Okay, I'll tell you what to tell you. If it's not useful, then I can't help it. Now you should return the pass to me."
Fang Ming did not embarrass Zhou Hai and returned the pass to the other party. Zhou Hai took the pass and was about to speak. However, at this time, a change appeared, and a large black hand was suddenly stretched out deep in the pot. .
A terrifying suction also came from below. Seeing this big hand, Zhou Hai's face changed suddenly, and he directly shouted, "Run."
After roaring, Zhou Hai ran towards the outside of the pan with the energy of feeding. Fang Ming didn't follow him when he saw it, but he turned back and looked down when he ran.
The hand is like a black rock after weathering, it is not fast, but it exudes a simple and vicissitudes of breath, as if it has witnessed the time and space left behind.
"Don't read it, if this breath is contaminated, then you will be dead. My master deduced that this should be the breath of reincarnation. I will withdraw first."
Zhou Hai saw that Fang Ming was still in the mood to look behind him. He rarely reminded him, climbed to the edge of the pan, and jumped directly at the moment.
"Reincarnation?"
Fang Ming froze for a moment. There is reincarnation in the underworld, which everyone knows, but what does reincarnation have to do with this hand?
Although he is curious, Fang Ming also knows that curiosity can sometimes kill cats. People like Zhou Hai who know so much about the underworld are running wild, so he does not need to put himself in danger because of curiosity.
Thinking of this, Fang Ming also jumped out just like Zhou Hai. Of course, during the jump, he also stretched out to the back and took a heavy shot there.
At this moment, Fang Ming looked back at the end. At this moment, the black hand also stretched out the oil pan and went towards the sky, directly grabbing the thunder and the black cloud in the palm of his hand. in.
A world-destroying scene was wrapped in this hand.