Summon the Emperor System

rustle!

As the vast and ancient loess moved forward, Zhao Hao was getting farther and farther away from the gate of hell. Suddenly, bewitching flowers sprouted on the ground around him, extending infinitely in all directions, turning into an endless sea of ​​flowers.

Those flowers are incomparably delicate and beautiful, blood-stained red, like a blood-colored epiphyllum blooming in a dream.

The other shore flower!

Zhao Hao was attracted by the large sea of ​​flowers blooming around him. He never expected that there would be such a beautiful scenery on the way to the underworld.

Bianhuahua, the only scenery on Huangquan Road, is also the last scenery in life.

The other shore flower, it is said that it is a flower voluntarily thrown into the underworld. Because it is too delicate and beautiful, it is sent back by the underworld, but it still lingers on the road of Huangquan. .

As the loess continues to move forward, the flowers on the other side of the body are constantly emerging and blooming.

Finally, the sea of ​​flowers came to an end, and the landscape painting style in front of it changed, making Zhao Hao's admiring expression disappear instantly.

Ahead, there appeared a big river, in which the blood-yellow water like minced human flesh flowed, and there were countless desolate and mournful voices, half-dead corpses floating up and down, filled with lonely souls and wild ghosts who could not be reincarnated, Insects, snakes, scorpions and rats are all over the place, and the fishy wind blows to the face.

Forget Chuanhe!

The dividing line between life and death!

Zhao Hao frowned, even though he had killed countless people with blood on his hands, looking at the Wangchuan River, he couldn't help but feel sick.

On the Wangchuan River, there is an old dilapidated stone bridge, which contains endless darkness, as if the stone bridge has experienced as many years as the world is long.

In front of the stone bridge, there was a crooked old woman with white hair scattered and her face invisible. She kept scooping up blood-yellow water from the Wangchuan River and was cooking a pot of devilish soup.

Naihe Bridge!

Meng Po!

While Zhao Hao was watching, he had been driving 'Danger Prediction' all the time, but he didn't notice any hostility from the old lady, so he checked it with 'Sky Eye Appraisal', and there was a long series of question marks, which were completely incomprehensible.

That old woman is unfathomable, as if, like the stone bridge, she lived the same life as the heaven and the earth, immortal...

To go to the underworld, you have to pass through the Naihe Bridge. At this moment, Zhao Hao's heart twitched. Damn, it's really unlucky to pass through the ghost gate, take the Huangquan Road, and go to the Naihe Bridge. This trip, no Will really kill myself.

But if you want to conquer the world, you must first build hell, the road of the emperor, there is no retreat. Zhao Hao could only bite the bullet and move forward.

"Little friend, there is nowhere to go, drink a bowl of soup before leaving."

As soon as Zhao Hao arrived in front of the Naihe Bridge, an old voice suddenly sounded. The voice seemed to be filled with a kind of magical power, which could hold people's spirits, control people's hearts, and make people lose their souls and paralyze them.

Zhao Hao stopped walking.

The old woman by the bridge held a bowl of yellow water and kept yelling: "My little friend, there is nowhere to go. Let's drink a bowl of soup before leaving."

"Drink a bowl of soup before leaving..."

Zhao Hao's face was confused, and he couldn't help but want to take the yellow water in her hand and drink it.

Suddenly, my heart trembled again.

"roll!"

He quickly yelled and cursed: "There is no return, I will definitely go and return." Throwing the yellow water into the Wangchuan River, stepped on the Naihe Bridge, and walked away quickly.

This old woman can take people's hearts and souls, so she must leave quickly, if she drinks this bowl of Mengpo soup from her, she will forget everything about it, and all the dominance and beauties will be turned into a bubble.

This bowl of soup is equivalent to cutting off his life.

Zhao Hao quickly walked across the Naihe Bridge. On the other side of the bridge, there stood a bluestone platform, like a high-level staircase.

Three big characters of "Wangxiang Terrace" are engraved on the bluestone platform.

Wangxiang Terrace!

The last scene before entering the underworld, the last memory of the person in front of him. Legend has it that standing on this platform, one can see everything about oneself during one's lifetime.

"I don't know if it's true or not?" Zhao Hao jumped onto the Wangxiang Terrace and looked in the other direction of Naihe Bridge.

Suddenly, a mirage appeared in his eyes. In the mirage, he held up his sword on the roof of the town to kill monsters in the majestic palace of Shenlong Kingdom, killing monsters in the dragon veins, Huang Diewu walked beside him, smiling sweetly...

Even through the time when he was a killer, in a rural hut earlier, he was still a child with an innocent and cute face, bouncing around the knees of a pair of simple men and women, feeling warm and happy...

Everything was presented one scene after another. Zhao Hao's eyes were gradually moist and his eye sockets were red.

Before the dead go to the underworld to report for duty, they are very concerned about the yangshi, and they will go to the lookout tower, look at their hometown for the last time, cry a lot, and then go to the underworld with all their hearts. It is precisely not eating human food, walking through the world of yin and yang, arriving at Wangxiangtai, and seeing relatives crying and mourning.

Every dead person will cry when they go to Wangxiangtai, and Zhao Hao is no exception...

"Grass, I'm not dead yet."

Zhao Hao was certain in his heart, and quickly jumped down from the lookout platform again, continuing his "tourism" trip on the last road of the "dead man".

After passing the Wangxiang Terrace, passing through a dark dead bamboo forest, in front of him, under the pervasive yin, an ancient building emerged, which contained a majestic and infinite terrifying aura.

In front of him was a majestic and majestic ancient gate, engraved with a ghost pattern with ring-eyed and fangs, and a black horizontal plaque above which emerged two terrifying and deep strange characters of "Underworld".

The ghost pattern on the ancient gate glared at Zhao Hao, as if it contained a demonic aura that devoured the world. Under the obstruction of that terrifying aura, Zhao Hao could no longer move an inch.

"Ding!"

"Hint, you have found the entrance to the underworld."

"If you want to conquer the world, build hell first! The side mission starts: enter the underworld, and get hell from the hands of the ten kings of hell."

"Reminder, after completing the task, you will also get a special summoning card."

Zhao Hao's heart skipped a beat, and at the same time, he narrowed his eyes again.

'Hell' is not a thing or a thing, how to get it? Until now, his mind is still full of muddleheadedness.

My heart trembled again.

The top ten Yan Lords are the masters of the underworld, they are all immortal gods, they will easily give 'hell' to themselves? What a joke! Hard grab? The cultivation level of Meng Po on the Naihe Bridge is already unfathomable when Zhao Hao saw it with his own eyes, let alone the top ten Lords of Hell...

"This trip to the underworld, it seems that there is a real possibility that we will never return!" Zhao Hao sighed, but he was extremely determined in his heart. Right now, how to open the gate of this underworld!

buzz~

Zhao Hao concentrated all his strength and walked forward with all his strength. Immediately, a vast and infinite aura was released from the gate of the underworld, and he was directly pushed away.

Zhao Hao was startled, the power is so majestic, not to mention that he is a minor cultivator of the 9th rank of Zhankuang, who is still one step away from the Zhanhuang Realm. The vast and infinite aura.