Your Majesty, Niang Niang, she is charming and charming

Chapter 657 Net

By the time we arrived at the prison, it was already the dawn of the next day.

The sun has not yet risen, and the sky is just a little pale.

Hell is the place where sinful gods are held.

It is said that it has a total of 37 floors, 18 floors in the heavenly world, and [-] floors in the underworld. Among them, the No. [-] floor of the heavenly world and the underworld world overlaps into the same floor. A powerful evil god who was slain.

Shaohuang looked at the prison and became attentive.

This place was a bit unexpected for her.

I thought it was a ferocious place, but in the end, it turned out to be a place of great aura, with high mountain waterfalls flying down, beautiful flowers blooming all over the mountains, and a thousand-foot-high tree growing in a white misty lake. Side, it looks very artistic.

The only scary thing is that there are a few thick iron chains occasionally exposed on the edge of the Shentan, and there are blue-black electric sparks flowing that she has never seen before.

That blue-black electric current is the thunder of hell, and if you touch it, you will die.

"The place where the white mist lingers under the tree is the entrance to the prison." Diying told her, "Over there is the Demon Slaying Formation."

Looking in the direction Diying pointed, Shaohuang saw several huge pillars protruding from a black mist.

A very thick iron chain was wrapped around the pillar, and blue-black lightning flashed from time to time, and there seemed to be mysterious runes inside.

Shaohuangfei took a closer look, and the runes in the lightning were dragon symbols.

Shaohuang once saw in the regional annals that the pillars of the demon-slaying formation are made of dragon bones and dragon scales, and the lightning-inducing array is used to attract the unique hell thunder in Hell. Kill Chaos Beasts that cannot be harmed by spiritual power.

What happened to Qiongqi?Shaohuang's heart tightened, and he flew into the thick black mist invisibly.

The black mist is just a layer floating in the air.

Going over, you can see two camps formed in the huge sinking formation.

A camp, dominated by the four great gods in the heavens, surrounded by mighty heavenly soldiers and generals, surrounding them like iron barrels.

The other camp has only two people: Shaohao and Shaodian.

Behind them was Qiongqi who was caught in a net of dragon tendons.

At that moment, Shaohuang was not only proud of his father, but also heartbroken for him.

Di Yun had people from his clan standing behind him, as well as supporters from the three great ancestors.

God the Father does not.

Father God's people, led by Shao Fen, stood behind Di Yun.

And that Shaohua who joined the Taiji Palace in the West and led the people in the Taiji Palace also stood behind Di Yun.

Only the Ninth Uncle stood with Father God.

They fought for about one night, covered in blood, Uncle Ninth's hair was hanging down, holding the ground with the divine sword, precariously.

Shaohao's body was straight, standing like a mountain, and he looked at them indifferently.

Di Yun's voice sounded: "Shaohao, Shaodian, what you have done today has already become the sinful gods of the heavens! Are you ready to be judged?"

Shaohao looked at the sky, the corners of his mouth slightly curved, showing a mocking smile: "Just you?"

Di Yun's eyes turned cold, and he raised the Excalibur with his only remaining arm, and shouted: "They are already at the end of their battle! Go!"

The gods agreed and attacked him together.

Shaohuang was extremely angry, and was about to go to help, but saw the thick chain on the pillar move.

The dragon talisman flickered, and the iron chain seemed to come alive, forming a huge net and blocking the gods.

Some of the cars that didn't brake and bumped into it immediately turned into a puff of green smoke and disappeared.

Shaohuang was overjoyed: "Master is here!"

"Who?" Di Yun's voice soared into the sky, full of great anger.

In the void, a person gradually solidified.

Three thousand ink hair, white clothes better than snow, cold and indifferent, not of the world.There is no language in the world that can describe his appearance.

The gods stared blankly at him.

(End of this chapter)