The Path Toward Heaven

Chapter 335

The town demon prison is a green dragon.

Naturally, there is no day here.

Dozens of miles deep underground is also dark, but there is a faint light in front.

The light is on the other side of the abyss, on the far lower boundary. I don't know whether it is the flame of Styx or the gushing volcano.

The vigorous wind blew the emperor's clothes and made a slight noise.

Once colorful clothes, I don't know when they have already turned black.

He was a little short, but dignified, like a natural king.

Emperor Ming looked at the abyss quietly. There was his hometown, the river of his childhood and his loyal subjects.

He looked so affectionate.

Affection is a power.

This invisible power, isolated from the damage of the vigorous wind, closely linked him with the lower boundary on the other side of the abyss.

With the blessing of this power, the emperor became an iron anchor, let the ship berth quietly in the violent ocean, became a nail, and nailed the tail of the black dragon to the bottom of the earth.

I don't know how long it took, the ground shook here, and the surrounding cliffs rustled with rubble.

The dark emperor looked at the end of the abyss again, and turned to look at the secluded long passage.

The vigorous wind became violent. The old man condensed by the spirit of the dark dragon came with the wind and came to the Emperor Ming.

At this time, the old man was covered with blood and ragged clothes. He looked very miserable.

Looking at the emperor, the old man's expression was a little strange and said, "so you really came out."

The emperor smiled and said, "yes."

The old man covered his bleeding forehead and remained silent for a long time.

Then he suddenly laughed and said, "so what? Do you think you can escape? "

The Emperor Ming said seriously, "I can't get out, neither can you."

"You have been in my belly for 600 years, isolated from heaven and earth, and absorbed the soul fire day and night. Just three years is not enough to make you recover to compete with me."

The old man stared into his eyes and said in a cold voice.

The Emperor Ming still smiled, because he had no eyebrows and looked more lovely.

"Your realm is really high and you live longer. The spirit can condense into an entity, but it is still difficult to kill me with the state of the spirit. Otherwise, you have already killed the young man. How could you think of such a violent and stupid method? Then as long as I stay in your body, I will be safe. "

The old man sighed and said, "looking back, I was really stupid today. I not only lost my face, but also suffered serious injuries. I said I had to eat hundreds of prisoners to recover, but... What's the use of doing such a thing? You can't kill me after all. When they come, you're still dead. "

As long as the dark emperor stays in the body of the green dragon, the green dragon is difficult to kill him, but the green dragon can let the strong man of the human race enter its body to kill him.

There was no fear on the emperor's face. He still smiled and said, "are you sure you can stick to that time?"

The old man didn't understand what he said. He thought, can you kill the Dragon directly in your current state?

During the dialogue, the emperor's hands were always behind his back, and there was no change until this time.

Suddenly, countless tiny, seemingly faint soul fires came out of his body.

If you look carefully, you can see that those soul fires are human, their bodies are dim, the flames are slightly bright, their facial features are somewhat similar to the Emperor Ming, and they have no eyebrows.

Every soul fire is like a little emperor in black.

Looking at this picture, the old man looked slightly changed and said, "what do you want to do?"

The emperor of the underworld smiled and said nothing. He took out his right hand and waved it gently to the front, just like a commander, giving orders to the thousands of troops and horses under his command.

Countless soul fires incarnate into countless little dark emperors, fly against the wind, go to the other end of the secluded and long channel, and soon disappear.

Before long, those soul fires came to the town demon prison - that is, every corner in the belly of the black dragon.

Those corners either have traces of sword cutting or collapsed cliff stones, which are all wounds left by Jing Jiu's iron sword.

The highly toxic pool is still invading and swallowing towards the wound.

Without hesitation, the little emperor went into those wounds.

The sound of hissing sounded everywhere in the town demon prison. Those wounds were lit by the soul fire, with a faint light, just like the ghost fire on the mass burial slope.

When the night was lit up, the prisoners in the demon prison woke up, crowded in front of the cell door, looked at the wild fire, and their eyes showed a look of longing.

In the deepest part of the town demon prison, the Emperor Ming looked at the old man quietly and didn't speak.

He stood here, but he had gone elsewhere and started the attack.

This is the real and highest level of soul fire control.

The old man's face became unusually pale and extremely painful. He trembled and said, "how dare you treat me like this!"

The emperor said, "how others treat you, you should repay each other. This is etiquette."