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After the black mist, two steep mountains stood one after another.
Between the mountain peaks, there stands a scarlet gate, like blood, just looking at it makes people feel afraid.
There is no opening above the gate, but there is a ghost head carved on the gate abruptly, lifelike.
The grimace was ferocious and distorted, as if it was undergoing some severe torture, and there were blood and tears under the corners of its eyes.
And the long and narrow fangs exuded a chill.
Bu Feifan slightly raised his forehead, and saw the inscription on the top of the mountain: "The soul returns, the gate of hell is closed, ten people go, no one returns!" '
The old man on the side felt fearful, and said again and again: "Sage Feng Chess, this ghost gate is really dangerous, just looking at it makes us terrified"
Bu Feifan smiled lightly and said: "If you are afraid, you don't have to go, I will do it myself!"
Everyone was taken aback, and quickly persuaded: "Feng Qisheng, you have also seen the inscription on this mountain. Originally, this place was opened from the dark underworld, and its danger is no less than that of the underworld. No matter how powerful you are, Phoenix Chess Saint, it is impossible for you to overcome this challenge by yourself.
The gate of hell is closed! "
The Buddhist disciple on the side also nodded and said: "That's right, the gate of hell is a vast place for the dead, once you enter, there is no way out, but for the living, it is a ghost head, blocking the living, and there is no way out!"
"The gate of ghosts is not only full of all kinds of ghosts and ghosts, but also there is an extremely powerful ghost king living in it. Feng Chess Master's move is not very wise, I hope you think twice before doing it!"
But Bu Feifan said with a smile: "We are here to destroy Huangquan, why are we afraid? Since you are so afraid, please watch from behind!"
Everyone was speechless for a while, they were not willing to contribute at all, they just held the idea that they could mess around behind, but at this moment they were ashamed in their hearts when Bu Feifei said it.
The boy from Tianjian Academy snorted coldly and said, "That's right, we are indeed afraid in our hearts, but even if that's not the case, we won't be able to get in at all if that ghost prevents us!"
"That's right, if you want to enter the gate of hell and pass the way of yin and yang, you must pass through that ghost head. I can already feel the supreme power just by looking at it. How can I pass? We also have intentions but are powerless!"
"Besides, Feng Chess Master, you may not have a way to enter, right? Why don't you wait for the Da Luo Jinxian who is nearby to come and break it with your strength!"
Everyone nodded and said yes, but there was some fear in their eyes.
Bu Feifan shook his head helplessly, and said with a smile: "Then you guys just wait here, I'll go ahead!"
"Phoenix Chess Master!"
Bu Feifan jumped up and flew in front of Guitou, only a few steps away.
And that ghost head is also quite weird, although it seems that it hardly moves, but Bu Feifan always feels that it is staring at him.
"Brother Luo, Chess Master Feng's move is very dangerous, if we don't stop it"
The young man smiled faintly, and said disdainfully: "After all, he is only a mere celestial being, so how could he break through the gate of hell? He was just trying to save face before, and when he suffers, he will naturally come back and wait with peace of mind. !"
"Yes, I think so too."
Bu Feifan turned around slowly, his voice was like a roar.
"A journey of ten thousand miles!"
A ray of light suddenly appeared in the dark sky, shining on the ghost head.
And that grimace unexpectedly showed a look of fear, and his eyes were a little dodge.
"Thousands of knowledge will never be returned!"
Countless transparent figures could be faintly seen passing by in the light, and the ghost gate was even more ignored, but those figures were extremely pale, like ghosts.
"Where does the soul return to!"
The figures turned back in astonishment, their eyes full of confusion, but they still kept walking, walking slowly towards the ghost gate.
"Live to the gate of hell!"
The light flashed, and the ghost head was full of fear, but there was nowhere to hide.
In the sky, a ray of righteousness slowly floated down, and the ghost head couldn't even persist in the light for a moment, and instantly turned into a cloud of black smoke.
And the two big mountains are also crumbling, forming the meaning of collapse.
Only the ray of light in the sky seemed so peaceful.
And after the ghost gate, a long path appeared in front of everyone's eyes. The road seemed to be paved with stones, but it formed one black and one white.
"break!"
Bu Feifan yelled loudly, and the two mountain peaks collapsed in response, as if they had succumbed to the light.
That monstrous literary spirit caused the surrounding ghosts to howl, and they all dissipated before they could persist for a moment.
Boom! Boom! Boom! Boom! Boom! Boom! Boom!
A total of seven echoes swayed in the dark sky and traveled throughout the entire ghost domain.
However, after hearing this echo, all ghosts and ghosts crawled on the ground in fear, their eyes full of fear.
"Seventh grade hymn!"
The old man opened his mouth wide, his hands trembling.
And the disciples of the Sixth Academy looked at Bu Feifan as if they were looking at monsters. At this moment, they finally understood that it was not just luck to defeat Jian Wuchen at the Sixth Academy's alliance ceremony.
"Just at the age of a weak champion, you can become a saint in chess, create an original way of chess, and make a seventh-rank hymn. What kind of talent is this!"
"If that's the case, I'm afraid the leader of the sword alliance is not even a dime in comparison!"
"Why didn't these people enter my Confucian Garden!"
At the same time, outside the ghost town in the distance, everyone looked at the roar in the sky, and they all showed shock in their eyes.
"Really, is this some Confucianism cultivator who can write a poem of the holy grade!"
"It seems to be true. This kind of talent is definitely not an ordinary person. It is very likely that it was done by the layman Haoyuan in the Confucian Garden!"
"From now on, we must win over him!"
And at the border of Heihe, layman Haoyuan stood with a sword in his hand, looked at the sky with a face full of shock, his mind was full of doubts, and said to himself: "Could it be that my Confucian Garden disciples did it? But as far as I know, Among the disciples of the Confucian Garden, there is no one who can compose holy poems!"
Before the gate of hell closed, Bu Feifan smiled faintly, and walked in with great strides facing the ray of light.
The yin and yang path under his feet seemed to be afraid, as if crawling under Bu Feifan's feet, countless yin qi around him receded and dispersed.
But at this moment, in Ghost King City, a pair of pitch-black eyes instantly opened, full of anger.
"Who dares to break through my gate of hell!"
A terrifying air wave swept away in an instant, but all the ghosts under the high-level ghosts were instantly swallowed by this terrifying air wave.
The surrounding high-ranking ghosts were all fearful, and quickly knelt down.
"Hurry up and catch this man for me, I will eat him alive!"
All the ghosts turned into a cloud of black mist and flew out, for fear that it would be a little late. (Remember the site URL: www.hlnovel.com - Didn't finish reading? Add this book to your favoritesI'm a member and bookmarked this chapterCopy the address of this book and recommend it to your friends for pointsChapter error? Click here to report
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