Chapter 26 King Biancheng and King Qin Guang

This is a gray space, desolate and dead, the cold temperature seems to freeze the soul of human beings, the faint will-o'-the-wisps seem to be arranged together in a regular way, forming a vague passage, in front of the passage is a large piece of blue cloud and fog The sea of ​​fog at the end.

Under the leadership of the ghost messenger, Yang Zhao and Xiao Qing quickly approached the sea of ​​fog. They were not slow in escaping, but it still took them nearly a quarter of an hour to reach the sea of ​​fog.

"This is the Palace of the King of Hell?" Xiao Qing murmured in a low voice, stopped in his tracks, and looked at a huge hall with tens of feet in length that suddenly appeared in front of him. It was made of dark gray boulders, solemn and depressing. On the top of the tall building, there is a plaque horizontally, with three large characters written in the hall of the king of hell.

Yang Zhao stood next to Xiao Qing, followed Xiao Qing to stop, tilted his head slightly, his expression remained unchanged, he just passed the sound transmission, and said indifferently: "This is just a sub-division hall. Only when the immortals fall, will these halls be opened to judge reincarnation."

The ghost messenger had already stepped forward to open the two heavy doors, the door was blocked by a layer of light gray light curtain, he stopped at the door, staring at Yang Zhao and Xiao Qing.

"Let's go." Yang Zhao whispered, stepping across the light curtain.

Xiao Qing noticed that there was an obvious wave after the light curtain was touched, which was very similar to the wave sent by Yama's post just now. While thinking about it, he stepped across the light curtain.

Immediately, his eyes lit up, Xiao Qing appeared in a world of red, the extremely bright red was so intense that it was hard to ignore the moment he caught the eye.

No matter the walls, the ceiling, or the ground, they are all red, exuding a faint aura of restraint, only a huge dark black table and chair sitting there in an abrupt and conspicuous posture. On the chair, one person is holding a yellow book. , looking at the book with relish.

This person is Biancheng King?

Xiao Qing could clearly see the face of this man dressed as a Confucian scholar with his head lowered slightly. Somewhat unexpectedly, this man looked very ordinary, something you would not find on the street, and his eyes were very bright. It is introverted, and it has reached the legendary state of returning to nature.

But Yang Zhao in front didn't even look at the person on the chair, turned around suddenly, and said coldly, "Prince Biancheng."

What?Xiao Qing was startled, then turned around abruptly, only to see a man in black and red robes three feet away, holding his arms neatly, looked at Yang Zhao with a half-smile and said, "Why do you come to me when you have time?" He As he spoke, he walked forward.

Yang Zhao said indifferently: "Come here for the nameplate."

"Nameplate? Don't you already have a nameplate? What do you need it for?" King Bian Cheng squinted at him, then casually walked to the side of the Confucian shirt man who was obsessed with reading, and raised his hand casually The hair was straightened out, and the movements were gentle. After finishing these, a flash of inspiration flashed at the fingertips, making the oil lamp next to it even brighter.

But the man in the Confucian shirt still ignored the outside world, holding the scroll in one hand and staring at it fascinated.

"This has nothing to do with you." Yang Zhao looked stern, and on his chiseled face, there was no trace of respect for the legendary gods.

It seems that Yang Zhao and this Biancheng King are not strangers. Xiao Qing glanced at the unpredictable Biancheng King, and suddenly said: "Biancheng King, he just came with me and wanted to ask for money. The person with a nameplate is me."

King Bian Cheng raised his eyebrows, looked away from Yang Zhao, and looked at Xiao Qing.

Xiao Qing let him observe at will, and smiled very casually, and introduced himself: "I am Xiao Qing.

"It's strange, what new fun are you looking for?" King Biancheng smiled in a low voice, he looked at Xiao Qing, but said to Yang Zhao, "I used to see you come here once, but this time I actually brought someone Come to my place for a trip, or for..."

The man's face was full of smiles with unknown meaning, but Xiao Qing could see the coldness in his eyes, the chilling coldness, but Xiao Qing would not be surprised, what would be the king of hell who is accustomed to death Only those who are easy to get along with will feel strange.

"After this incident, I will never come here again." Yang Zhao said coldly, and he glanced at the Confucian shirt man intentionally or unintentionally, his eyes were cold and indifferent.

Seeing this, King Bian Cheng's eyes flashed, and he slowly put away his smile, "Not everyone can get my nameplate, and you know the rules."

After saying this, King Biancheng set his eyes on Xiao Qing, left the huge black chair, and gradually approached Xiao Qing, with a half-smile and said: "Speaking of which, I must also remind this Taoist Friends, the nameplate must be handed over by me personally to recognize the owner, and all these ghosts I raised are not easy to mess with, and people with low cultivation levels, it's better not to cause trouble in vain."

Xiao Qing frowned slightly, looked at King Bian Cheng who was close at hand without flinching, and narrowed his eyes, "I have heard from Yang Zhao about the test, how does King Bian Cheng plan to test my ability? "

"Two kinds." Biancheng King raised his brows and said slowly: "One is to be able to persist for half an hour in the illusion I released, and the other is to directly fight a fierce ghost I raised. Kill him."

"Okay, I'll choose the second option." Xiao Qing said without hesitation. After all, he had never encountered the illusion, so he was completely unsure.

"I didn't seem to say that I wanted to choose one." Bian Chengwang's smile did not change, and his tone was soft, "You have to pass both of these. No matter which one you fail, you have failed. As for the price of failure, I will Guess you can figure it out too."

Hearing this, Xiao Qing's eyes flashed, and he fixedly looked at King Bian Cheng.

This is obviously looking for trouble for him.

However, looking for trouble at this level... Xiao Qing lowered his eyes, the shadow covered by his eyelashes made it difficult to see his expression clearly, and within three breaths, he suddenly raised the corners of his lips, Looking into King Biancheng's eyes, he nodded kindly, "That's fine, thank you senior for your kindness." He turned his head and glanced at Yang Zhao, "Then please wait for me for a while."

Next to him, Yang Zhao paused, and with a movement of his fingertips, he dissipated the originally condensed spiritual thoughts, lowered his eyes, and well concealed the complexity in his expression.

Xiao Qing's growth rate is faster than he imagined.It's just that he made a recommendation at the beginning, but in the end, it was Xiao Qing's home field all the time. Xiao Qing is too sensitive, but he has too many flaws and conceals too much, he doesn't know where to start, and he doesn't know how to justify himself , could only wrap him in a ruthless and cold coat, making Xiao Qing think that he was bluffing.

It seems to be successful now, but how long can this last.

"Okay, then you stand there, let's start the illusion first." As he spoke, King Bian Cheng glanced at Yang Zhao, but he really didn't see that this man had a delicate heart under his seemingly cold appearance. Blinking his eyes, he looked at the man in the Confucian shirt who was reading a book by the oil lamp from the corner of his eye, and curled the corners of his lips.

In the open space seven feet away, the restriction suddenly twisted. Within a few seconds, Xiao Qing saw that the surrounding area was shrouded in a clear mist, and the sound of Qingming kept echoing in his ears. He raised his head calmly and looked at the top of his head Suddenly it was a vast expanse of white sky.

This is--

Xiao Qing's figure was covered by a large cloud of clearing fog, but both Yang Zhao and King Bian Cheng could easily see his situation clearly by using the spirit pupil technique. Picking the ending voice, he smiled and said, "Yang Zhao? When did you change your name, Zhao Shanbai?"

The effect of the illusion was enough to make Xiao Qing completely unaware of what was happening outside.

Zhao Shanbai ignored him, with a stern look.

King Biancheng curled his lips to himself, smiled without any scruples, and joked: "Did you take the order of your dead-headed master, or did you do it yourself? You followed a little guy in the Zifu period, Playing the game of playing house is really an eye-opener for me, when you ventured into the underworld alone and almost wiped out the three princes under my command, what was your courage at that time?"

Hearing him talk about this matter, Zhao Shanbai finally raised his eyes to look at him, with deep black eyes.

"You'd better not be interested in this matter, otherwise you won't be able to take care of just one or two things." In a blink of an eye, he looked at the man in Confucian shirt who was obsessed with books, and said in a cold tone, "Once or twice, use The Book of the Supreme Way made him forget himself, but there will never be a third or fourth time."

"So what?" King Bian Cheng turned around, stood beside the elegant man, slowly put one hand on the back of his neck, walked gently, and murmured: "So what if we are brothers, this time The game is too big, of course I won't miss it, but I won't destroy him either..."

Zhao Shanbai's eyes flickered slightly, "What game?"

"Your master was the biggest loser in the last game, but at the opening of this game, you have become the biggest player." Bian Chengwang half-squinted his eyes with a cold light, and said with a sneer: "You seem a little Don't worry about your little friend failing."

Zhao Shanbai said coldly: "He will not fail."

"Oh." King Biancheng raised the corners of his lips playfully, looked at the clear mist over there, and the scene inside made his eyes flash, "You actually found a source bead, Li Longji's original idea of ​​going to heaven and earth It’s hard to ask for such a piece, but you got one and gave it to someone else.”

"It was originally his." Zhao Shanbai frowned, and gave King Bian Cheng a warning look, "Don't forget what you promised me."

"Of course." King Bian Cheng calmed down suddenly, looked at Zhao Shanbai, with a dark light hidden in his black eyes, "I hope that this so-called heavenly merit will really help you eliminate your demon nature, otherwise, the feast of the heavens and the heavens , I’m afraid you won’t even be able to get through the door.”

Zhao Shanbai didn't say a word, but turned his attention to Xiao Qing again.

Now no one knows how important he will be in the future, that is, his demonic nature cannot be eliminated, and the feast in Tianwaitian cannot be held normally, this is an established fact.

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