Lu Mingfei, the Martial Saint of the Dragon Clan

Paper money fell from the sky.

Who is laughing lowly.

Ten people, hundreds, thousands.

The number is not too small.

In the distance, a woman was sitting by the river crying.

That long and winding road flows silently from one end of the world to the other.

Forgotten River.

Blood like agate suddenly exploded.

The red light curtain spread instantly.

Bronze corridor, snake-faced Confucian scholar.

Turning into nothingness between distortions.

The fog cleared.

Revealing the gloomy sky.

Norton suddenly turned around.

He heard it.

Right behind you.

In the direction he came from.

That's...Constantine!

"Brother, brother, brother!"

The young man said blankly.

"Why...I can't find you."

It turns out that Norton tore open the previous Nibelung, but did not escape. Instead, he fell into another, larger and more terrifying creation.

At this point Norton was sure.

This is not Nibelungen at all.

Right behind him.

The moment the red light curtain stood up.

A huge dark archway looks down coldly like an ancient giant.

There are three words written on the archway.

"gate of hell"

Norton suddenly understood.

Previously, someone blocked Constantine's call and disguised it, leading him here.

The young man who called him before was not Constantine, but someone else pretending to be him.

There are two reasons.

One, given Constantine's character, shouldn't have such obvious displays of emotion.

Again, when he said Constantine's name, the pretender actually recognized Constantine as a traitor.

With these two points, Norton was able to conclude that the man was not his brother, but someone else pretending to be him.

Unfortunately, by the time I reacted, it was already too late.

"The King of Hell wants you to die at midnight!"

Someone smiled sadly.

"Who dares to keep you until the fifth watch!"

The laughter suddenly became high pitched and distorted.

An endless road stretches out under Norton's feet.

Red silent flowers sounded on both sides.

There was something shadowy among the flowers.

This is Manzhu Shahua, also known as Bianhuahua.

The sound field is located beside Huangquan Road, using the soul as food.

Look, the overlapping red petals are so beautiful.

This is death.

"What a wonderful time, beautiful scenery!"

The girl in the red wedding dress flicked her long sleeves, and a line from the play was somewhat sad and desolate.

She bowed to where Norton was.

"Sir, eh!"

A bridge paved with bluestones is erected over the river in the distance.

A Naihe carries the River of Forgetfulness.

The old woman in linen on the bridge slowly stirred the iron pot.

A bowl of Meng Po soup can help you forget this life and exchange it for the next life.

The old woman held the bowl in her hands like chicken claws and smiled kindly at Norton.

"Sir, I have been waiting for you for a long time."

There are many palaces in the palace.

The ox-headed horse holding the shackles cheered up.

steepen the thin lip of black and white impermanence of the stick.

A scholar with a clear face and dark eyes walked out of the palace.

He holds a book in one hand and a pen in the other.

The livid face showed a fierce majesty.

A servant in Yizaofu trotted forward with his waist bent.

He struck the gong.

He used his high-pitched voice to shout when he had enough strength.

"The Yin soldiers are crossing the aisle, the living people should retreat!"

After a moment of silence.

Wedding dress female ghost.

The old woman Meng Po.

Bull head and horse noodles.

Black and white are impermanent.

Clear the face of the judge.

There were also some shadowy figures who poked their heads out from nowhere.

A starving man with a big belly.

A hanged man with a long tongue.

Looking at the 28-year-old Hua's handsome appearance, he is actually white bones wearing human skin, which is called painted skin.

Look again at the bottomless boat swaying on the River of Forgetfulness. The ferryman in a bamboo hat and raincoat wants you to use your memories of three lifetimes to pay for the boat fare.

all all all.

Tangible and intangible.

Beautiful and ugly.

One counts as one.

At the same time and moment.

They all turned to Norton.

Tens of millions of people.

No.

Thousands of ghosts laughed.

Some sneer, some sneerly, some dryly, some don't even smile at all.

They said in unison.

"Sir, eh."

Old Tang didn't know what this scene meant.

If it were someone from Kyushu here, he would blurt it out with trembling.

"Yama."

According to folklore, tigers in the mountains have their own magical powers. After eating people, they will capture human souls and make them become ghosts who obey their orders, tricking other humans into devouring them.

This is the origin of playing tricks on the tiger.

This is the real reason why Yama is Yama.

The warriors from Kyushu discovered in horror.

The realm of Yama, Wuwangtian, has a terrifying effect.

I don’t know what kind of methods Yama Luo used.

Any warrior who dies in his hopeless sky will never be able to sleep peacefully.

They are just like the legendary ghosts.

The mind is twisted and shackles are put on it.

He became a demon in the hopeless sky of Yama.

The days are long.

Many people died.

This is what it is like now.

Look at that ghost in wedding clothes.

And the old woman Meng Po.

Which one is not a famous warrior in Kyushu?

He died at the hands of Yama only once.

So he ended up like this.

They have become monsters and monsters in the hopeless sky.

On that day, warriors gathered together, and Taishan Beidou posted hero posts everywhere, vowing to surround and kill the witch who was bringing trouble to the martial arts world.

And they became.

Lu Mingfei wandered alone in the rivers and lakes for three years, worked as a beggar, touched steamed buns, lived in bridge caves, and fought wild dogs.

After all, at that time, he was just a blank slate at best. He had all the knowledge of elementary school, middle school and high school. There was no teacher who taught him how to make a living by traveling back to ancient times, and how to be wary of dangerous rivers and lakes.

Fortunately, he had martial arts at his side, so he didn't die in a daze.

Later, every time I think about it, he was really embarrassed at that time.

But Lu Mingfei never regretted it.

Junior sister.

The master left, and the little junior sister left a letter one day, saying that she wanted to take revenge on the master and then left without saying goodbye.

Lu Mingfei should have seen it earlier.

She used to smile so beautifully.

Since the master left, he has never smiled again.

Lu Mingfei really should have discovered it long ago.

When the junior sister taught him plum wine over and over again.

she said at the time.

"Without the plum wine, what will you do, senior brother?"

Lu Mingfei replied with a smile.

"Isn't it still you? Your brew is already very good."

The junior sister smiled lightly.

But that smile was so pale.

At that time, Lu Mingfei was excused by his junior sister with the excuse of "being ill".

In the days to come, when he occasionally woke up, Lu Mingfei thought of his little junior sister's pale smile again and again.

Just think of the things you regret in your life.

Plum blossoms fell all over Nanshan.

I have been wandering alone in the rivers and lakes, searching for my junior sister for three years.

When Lu Mingfei finally found his junior sister.

It was under siege by all the martial arts sects.

There are so many of them.

Lu Mingfei rushed all the way, his clothes stained red with blood.

It's still too late.

The little junior sister is in his arms.

she says.

"Senior Brother Lu, I have no choice but to avenge my master."

Lu Mingfei hurriedly tried to stop the blood on the little junior sister's body with his hands.

But there are so many wounds.

Even if he has three heads and six arms, it will not help.

Lu Mingfei forced out a smile that was uglier than crying.

"It doesn't matter."

He said.

"I come."

The junior sister slowly shook her head.

"Senior brother."

she says.

"You have to survive."