Xuanhuan: Unparalleled Prince, Conquer the Heavens!

Chapter 369 Underworld
The whole body of this palace is black, and it is very magnificent. It is thousands of feet high and hundreds of miles long. It is built in a suspended manner, and many buildings are suspended in the void.

The door of the hall was closed tightly, and there was a plaque on it with the word 'underworld' written on it, full of special power of rules.

Just as Qin Wudao was about to push the door, he was blocked by a black barrier.

Countless mysterious formation patterns appeared in front of Qin Wudao's eyes, and there were hundreds of millions of lines. Judging from the scale of the formation patterns, it far surpassed all formations in the Yang world.

Facing this formation, even the strongest formation mage in the Primordial Continent could not break it.

"Jie Jie, when you can't break the formation, you will definitely leave, when the time comes."

Above the void, the old woman stood in a black cloud, looking at Qin Wudao below, her eyes were cold, revealing a strong murderous aura.

Qin Wudao looked at the barrier carefully, and with his formation level, naturally he couldn't break through the formation, but he found a strange place.

"There is a groove in this formation, which is exactly the same size as the book of life and death. Is there some kind of connection between the two?"

Qin Wudao stroked his chin and stared at the formation facing the gate, where there was a blank area of ​​formation patterns.

With this guess, Qin Wudao manipulated the book of life and death, and slowly approached the barrier.

hum~
Accompanied by a dull voice, the book of life and death was completely integrated with the barrier, and countless golden lights bloomed, very dazzling, illuminating the dim secret realm of the underworld.

The huge barrier, under the golden light, melted quickly like ice and snow meeting the scorching sun.

"Extreme things will be reversed, what a pure power of extreme yang!"

Qin Wudao was slightly surprised, these golden radiances were all the power of extreme yang.

The prerequisite for the existence of the world must be the coexistence of multiple forces, and any world built by a single force cannot exist for too long.

With Huangquan Supreme's understanding of the world's rules, he would never make such a low-level mistake when creating the Netherworld Secret Realm. At first glance, the Netherworld Secret Realm was constructed with the power of extreme yin, but in fact it also includes the power of extreme yang.

Because of this, when the book of life and death touches the barrier, it can be transformed into the power of extreme yang, breaking away the original barrier.

"Could it be that Huangquan Supreme wants to choose an heir to the power of extreme yang?"

Seeing the gradually crumbling barrier, Qin Wudao muttered to himself.

"what?"

"This is impossible!"

"I have studied for hundreds of millions of years, but I have not been able to break the barrier. Why can this low-level human being easily break the barrier? Huangquan Supreme, I hate you."

The old woman who was paying attention secretly, her eyes widened with anger, and her resentment towards the Supreme Being of Huangquan reached a new peak.

"However, this kid broke the enchantment, and it's cheap for me!"

After being angry, the old woman calmed down, her eyes filled with excitement, she turned into a black skeleton, and flew towards the magnificent building.

Qin Wudao put away the book of life and death, and also walked into the underworld.

Surprisingly, the environment in the underworld is not as gloomy as the outside world, but very beautiful, with glazed bricks and tiles, carved beams and painted buildings, small bridges and flowing water, and flowers dotted
Walking in the promenade and looking at the magnificent scene, even people who are full of melancholy can't help but feel happy.

Passing through the long corridor, there is a large hall suspended hundreds of feet in the air, which is very similar to the yamen in the Yang Dynasty. On the black plaque, there are three characters of Yan Luodian.

"According to the legend of the previous life, the Yan Luo Hall is one of the ten halls of the underworld, responsible for judging the dead!"

Qin Wudao thought to himself, and used his body skills to fly up to the Yan Luo Hall. The furnishings in the hall are simple, except for a high platform, there is only a throne and a table.

A burst of black light flickered, and an illusory figure appeared on the throne, wearing a black royal robe, with an indifferent expression and deep eyes, able to see clearly and see through everything.

Immediately afterwards, clouds of black mist emerged, and double ten ghost messengers appeared on both sides of the hall, holding various instruments of torture, staring at Qin Wudao fiercely.

"Who is in the hall? What crime did you commit?"

King Yan Luo's majestic order said that behind the body of the divine power, there is a boundless hell, and hundreds of millions of souls are being punished.

The endless divine power shrouded Qin Wudao's body, making his soul tremble, giving birth to a sense of powerlessness.

At this moment, he felt that he was a criminal, being judged by the gods.

At this moment, his sanity was blurred, as if he had fallen into the sea and suffered from suffocation. Only by speaking the truth could he escape from the plight.

Qin Wudao's face turned pale, his legs were slightly bent, and he was about to kneel down.

At this moment, Qin Wudao bit his tongue hard, the unique tender and sweet taste of blood woke him up slightly, and he suddenly raised his head to look at King Yama, revealing his mighty and unyielding will.

He is the king, kneeling no one!

He is innocent, why should he kneel to the gods?
There were bursts of dragon chant, and two golden dragons flew out of Qin Wudao's eyes, entrenched in the sky above the Yan Luo Palace, revealing the ultimate imperial coercion.

The ghost messengers on both sides couldn't bear the emperor's prestige, screamed continuously, exploded into clouds of black mist, and disappeared.

"Bold! You mortals who dare to blaspheme the will of the gods will go to the eighteenth floor of hell!"

King Yan Luo was furious, his angry voice was like thunder, and his eyes were shining with tyranny.

He stood up slowly, blessed the will of heaven and earth, entangled with the power of the infinite law of judgment, and wanted to drive Qin Wudao into the eighteenth level of hell, where he suffered endless torture.

The will of the gods cannot be violated by anyone.

Qin Wudao felt a chill in his heart, and suddenly felt a chill in his soul, as if he was standing on the edge of the god of death, an incomparably terrifying power enveloped him, and he would fall into hell at any moment.

But he looked at King Yama without any fear, his back was straight and straight, like a mountain that cannot be bent.

Everyone in the world knows to be in awe of gods, but they don't know that they should be in awe of life.

In Qin Wudao's heart, his life is not inferior to the life of a god.

He did not commit a crime, and the gods are not qualified to judge him, even if the gods are punishing the dead souls.

Taking ten thousand steps back, he is not dead yet!
"My fate is hard to judge by heaven, hard to punish by gods, hard to take away by ghosts!"

Qin Wudao shouted loudly, his face flushed, like a tortured servant challenging a high-ranking nobleman, like the roar of the power of the new age in the old age.

His fate, even the heavens cannot judge it!
Even God is not qualified to punish him for his life!
Even a ghost cannot take away his life!
I control my own life!
This thought was firmly rooted in Qin Wudao's mind, and from now on, there was no longer any awe.

King Yama's body shook, the law of judgment around him began to collapse, the boundless hell began to disintegrate, and everything disappeared.

The Yan Luo Hall returned to tranquility, and Qin Wudao stood in the hall, dripping with sweat.

"Is it an illusion?"

Qin Wudao looked at the empty throne and muttered to himself.

Then he shook his head again. He felt that the previous illusion was a test. If he chose to obey King Yama, he might really be thrown into the eighteenth level of hell.

(End of this chapter)