The Portal of Wonderland

“Remember I haven't contacted you in a while since I last left?” Smallpox did not answer Ishima's question, he asked.

“You said you had a few things to take care of, and then you said you've taken care of them… What happened?” Shi Lian frowned slightly, asking.

“The day we face the emperor, it won't be too far. The last Battle of the Martial Rock Star, I was going to send hundreds of thousands of Necromancers to help you. The underworld mutated, so during that time, some of the gods who were supposed to sleep underground began to come out and snipe at my army.” The tone fluctuated slightly, said Yanro.

“These god realms are not your opponents, right?” Stone Pastoral Road.

“The underworld has the rules of the underworld. The appearance of these dead-end creatures is no coincidence. There must have been something to provoke. If I didn't know why, I would have killed them. Since then, the dead-end interface has allowed me to do it.” Smokey said.

“So you could have figured it out later?” Ishima's eyes flashed and asked.

“It was Wu Night who caused it.” Tobacco suddenly turned around and said.

“What?” Shi Lian heard, surprised.

In Shi Mu's impression, Wu Night seemed to have been created by Toro himself. How could it possibly rebel against Toro?

Besides, Wu-night's soul should also be restrained and controlled by the tobacco.

“Wu-night had been hiding the cultivation, and he had long practiced unconsciously to the realm of God, and was able to break free of my soul at any moment, but he used my trust in him to lurk beside me. The spirits of the divine realm were deliberately provoked.” Smokey said.

“This is happening! Did you call me this time, too?” When Ishima heard about it, the color grew a little.

“Nice. When I left, I entrusted the Falling Sendai to him and the Dagger for safekeeping. Instead, he struck the Dagger Spirit and scattered his soul, seized the Falling Sendai and took away a large army of Death Spirits.” The calm tone of the Toronto speaks of a surprise to Ishima.

“Come on, what do you need me to do?” Ishima took a deep breath and asked directly.

“Help me stop the Undead Army from taking it away, and I will destroy this traitor myself.” The tone of the smoke was cold, he said.

“Where is Wu Night now?” Ishima asked.

“Underworld.” Smokey raised his head slightly and looked north, saying so.

……

The Dead Spirit Interface, a brown mountain peak stretching north for more than a thousand miles, is a white ice field, the original desolate and barren land, under the infiltration of the shady cold corpse gas, forming a light black frozen soil that is indelible all year round.

The topography of this ice field is flat, with high and low fluctuations, and a layer of light white, like cold grass, grows on it, but if you look closely, you will find that these are not cold grass, but a fine layer of white bone.

In addition to this layer of white crushed bone, every hundred feet on the ice sheet you can see a pair of tall white skeletons that are also covered by a thick layer of cold frost.

On top of these bones, the occasional sparkling green phosphorous flame of the star dots, but it just flashes a few breaths and disappears. Forgive me, this ice-covered wilderness still looks like a dense star, and from time to time there is a flash of green starlight, which soars, adding a few dark and strange atmospheres to the place.

Beyond that, the entire wilderness was silent as if it were a black and white ink painting, without any aesthetics, and there was always a breathtaking sense of death.

Yin gas accumulated over the ice fields, forming a thick cloud of lead that stretched for thousands of miles, depressing the sky very low, and blocking the light of that half circle of blood moon.

“Hu…”

“Phew…”

From time to time, the sound of a gushing wind howling like a ghost and a wolf howling, echoing back on a thin ice field for a long time.

Pluto, right in the deepest part of this white ice field.

It was an extremely hidden, narrow ditch, like an engine axe descending from the sky, which cut this ice-covered wilderness straight apart, surrounded by a fog covered in ash all year round, almost invisible.

At this point, on the bright edge of the grey mist, two brilliant lights rapidly flew from the distant sky and quickly fell as we approached the grey mist.

The figure of Shi Mu and Yao Luo appeared.

When listening only to "click” but the stone grazing feet fell, he broke several white bones.

This low, unheard crisp crackling sound is like a clear sky thunderbolt on this silent and terrifying ice field.

In the grey fog ahead, a sudden flash lit two green and greasy flames.

Immediately afterwards, like contagion, the green light flashed in the grey mist, a group of flames kept lit up, and the whole fog covered the area in blinking.

The flames are large and small, high and low, and the night colors vary. The large ones are dozens of square meters, the small ones are only inches long, the high ones hang at a thousand high altitudes, and the low ones do not exceed nine feet above the ground.

Ishima saw this, her pupils slightly shrunk, but there was no unexpected color.

These are all soul fires of dead creatures, roughly estimated, and hundreds of thousands more.

This mountain lit up like a ghost fire, emitting a lane of light, instead of allowing the surrounding temperatures to recover a little, it made the surrounding area even more shady.

Ishimaki looked at the two great soul fires deep in the mist and suddenly lifted his right fist.

Just above his fist end, the golden red light flashed, suddenly rising the bears fire, from which a bursting wave of heat emerged, straight to the cold frost on the white bone under his feet, all vaporized and dissipated into a cloud of water vapor.

The golden light flashes with the eyes of Ishima, taking a step forward and bursting with one punch.

The surface of his fist burst into flames, condensing a huge flame shadow with a hundred feet in diameter and heading deep into the fog.

“Bang Bang Bang Bang Bang Bang”

The flame fist shadow constantly rubs in the air, emitting a huge array of noises, and the brilliant diameter of the flame splits the fog in two, breaking a huge trench over a thousand feet wide from it.

Thousands of white bone skeletons and zombie rot beasts appear in the trenches.

Hundreds of dead creatures directly beneath the flame fist shadow, as soon as they emerged, they were roasted by a scorching fire and turned into flying ash, leaving only a black focal mark over 100 feet wide on the ground.

Within a thousand feet, tens of thousands of dead creatures retreated, flaming fist shadows whistled and fell deep into the fog.

As the light of fire approached, those two huge groups of soulfire subjects deep in the fog finally revealed themselves.

It was a giant ghost king with a blue purple, scaly belly and a cow-headed body, with two hundred-length white horns on his head, winding like a trident, slanted to the sky.

This horn ghost king saw the flaming fist shadow come straight up, roared up in the sky, holding two huge white bone axes in his hands, leaping forward, actually greeted him proactively.

But seeing his two axes staggered and swung violently, smashing them into the shadow of a flame fist.

“Boom Boom” sounded a loud and shocking noise.

Where the flame fist shadow fell, it burst apart and blew up a huge flame.

Immediately afterwards, a giant pillar of flame, like a dragon, rushed straight into the sky into the lead cloud.

“Boom!”

Another blast.

The flames in the lead cloud over the underworld burst, the clouds rolled over, the bursting waves rolled down, and more than a thousand Skeleton soldiers were affected and stirred to shreds.

The fierce wind swept, turning into a circle of circular air walls, rolling in all directions, countless smaller skeleton soldiers, all struck by the air walls, flew into the sky, the body was even more shattered by the hanging, and the remains remained.

Within dozens of miles of the circle, the fog gathered here for endless years was swept away, even the clouds in the sky were dispersed a lot, the original hazy red moonlight could not be re-sprinkled in this area.

The fire gradually dissipated, and the horned ghost king's body was like those of ordinary dead spirits, fragmented into countless pieces and scattered all over the ground.

All this seems complicated, but in fact, only two or three breaths of kung fu, a ghost king who can be repaired to match the strength of the holy class, the smoke disappears.

At this time, Ishima maintained the right boxing momentum, and only at this moment slowly came back, while the tobacco on the side, from the beginning to the end, did not change the color of the beautiful face.

Once the mist has been cleared, the scene in front is completely revealed.

The black trench that was just bombarded by the stone herd is already empty of half of the dead creatures, and there are numerous dead army clustered together.

Most of them are white bone soldiers in dilapidated armor, filled with high-ranking skeleton soldiers in common gold or silver, and similar to the number of skeleton soldiers, are some large but crumbling zombie rotters.

Behind this army, there are more than a dozen mountainous images, all of which are ghost king-level spirits of good strength.

The formerly aggressive Necromancer army, seemingly deterred by the punch of Ishima, did not come forward for a while.

Behind the Necromancer Army, that great horizontal abyss also became clear a few points from which rolling grey fog emerged.

“Where is Wu-night? ”

Smoky mouth shouted in a low voice, the sound was cool and a thunderbolt shocked, shocking the entire ice field as one.

When countless dead creatures heard the sound, the soul fire in the orbit suddenly shook, seemed a little frightened and took a few steps back.

At this point, only a huge shadow rises from the abyss where the grey mist surges violently.

The stone herd looked and saw a green vulture coming out of the abyss.

The vulture is full of green bristles, only the skull, completely fleshless, completely white bone-like, two giant eye sockets with a pale golden flame.

At the top of his skull, there is also a smaller shadow, holding a black bone knife in one hand and a falling Sendai in the other.