Chapter 142 Hell Is Empty

Chen Ming looked at Fairy Yuanmeng who had returned, hesitated for a moment, and then understood why she was doing this.

Fairy Yuan Meng’s long life is numbered!

Now that the Southern Territory has lost its spiritual power, she is still safe and sound.

As soon as she stepped out, the fate of ten thousand lives would immediately fall upon her.

Therefore, Fairy Yuanmeng hurried back again.

"How could disaster come so quickly? I haven't figured out how to deal with it yet!"

"Is it possible that from now on I can only hide in a place where all my ideas are cut off!"

After Fairy Yuan Meng re-entered the Southern Territory, the feeling of impending doom slowly dissipated.

With a gloomy expression on her face, she met Chen Ming's gaze.

Fairy Yuan Meng only felt that Chen Ming's eyes were full of mockery.

"Xuan Mingzi, if you hadn't used that illusory world to deceive me and make me constantly think about the dangers of the three disasters, how could my fate have come so quickly!" Fairy Yuanmeng shouted angrily.

At this time, Chen Ming couldn't care less about Fairy Yuanmeng.

He has achieved the body of the Witch God, and the power of his physical body alone is comparable to the Longevity Realm.

The changes in the physical body are fed back to the soul.

The picture of the starry sky in Yuanshen shone brightly and jumped out of Chen Ming's sea of ​​consciousness.

The altar in the white bone jade bottle in Chen Ming's hand also flew out of the bottle on its own, echoing the picture of the starry sky, emitting a mysterious brilliance.

In the void of the southern territory, a portal was mapped out, leading to nowhere.

The portal exuded endless suction, attracting the spiritual intelligence from other domains.

As inspiration poured into the portal, stars appeared in the dark portal.

The lotus platform of creation in Chen Ming's sea of ​​consciousness also slowly emitted light, urging Chen Ming to step into the portal.

With such a flow of spiritual energy flowing away, the dry spiritual veins in the Southern Territory are slowly showing signs of recovery.

Fairy Yuanmeng suddenly sensed that her own fate was about to come.

With fear in her heart, she stared at the portal in the void!

"It was that portal that brought together the surge of inspiration in this world, allowing the Southern Territory to begin to recover!"

"As long as we break it and close it, the southern territory will still be in danger and the disaster will be prevented!"

Fairy Yuanmeng discovered the source of the surge of inspiration, and immediately took action, shaking the Ten Thousand Souls Banner, emitting a black light, and struck it.

But the black light of the Ten Thousand Soul Banner only caused the portal to shake slightly twice before returning to calm.

For a moment, Immortal Yuanmeng remembered the way the leader of Wanfa died under the calamity of Wanshou. Her body trembled, and she rushed towards the door with the Wanhun flag in hand!

She must not die like this!

Chen Ming moved faster than her. He reached the door first and stepped in.

Fairy Yuanmeng followed closely behind and arrived at the portal. Behind the portal, a starry sky appeared, exuding a strong spiritual energy.

Fairy Yuan Meng watched Chen Ming disappear into the portal, but did not dare to step inside.

Inspiration from the outside world is still surging, gathering in the portal.

Fairy Yuanmeng stretched out her Ten Thousand Souls Flag to cover the door.

The inspiration from the outside world was swirling around, seemingly unable to find its direction, and then slowly dispersed.

Fairy Yuanmeng breathed a sigh of relief.

However, the spiritual veins in the Southern Territory were washed away by spiritual inspiration and were slowly recovering at the moment.

"We must not let the Southern Territory regain its spiritual power. Without the Jedi, my fate will befall me!"

The Ten Thousand Soul Banner blocked the portal in the void, and Fairy Yuan Meng could not leave. She simply sat cross-legged in front of the portal, constantly extracting the inspiration for the recovery of the southern territory and transferring it to the portal.

In doing so, she still kept the Southern Territory's spiritual power cut off and prevented it from recovering.

The long life span slowly faded away under the influence of Fairy Yuan Meng.

But she was also trapped in the void, guarding the door and unable to leave.

Just when Chen Ming completely disappeared into the portal, the Lord Blue Lotus Buddha in the Buddha Realm felt something. Deep in the bliss, a flash of light flashed, and after chanting the Buddha's name, there was no more movement.

Far away in the Eastern Territory, on the Spirit Snake Mountain, a female cultivator stopped playing the piano, and the aura of the Xuanbing Soul Needle flashed across her body.

She didn't know why, but she had a thought in her heart, looked in the direction of the southern border, bowed, and then her mood returned to calm.

But it was said that when Chen Ming stepped into the portal, a starry road appeared under his feet.

"That is to say, I have achieved the body of the Witch God, otherwise the pressure on this starry road will make it difficult for me to move forward!"

Chen Ming followed the starry sky path and didn't know how long he walked.

The surroundings suddenly became dark.

Before Chen Ming could make a move, the blood beads hidden in the five qi of the branches seemed to be stimulated by something.

It jumped out on its own, emitting thousands of red lights, shining in the darkness.

"Wow~"

Chen Ming vaguely heard the sound of water flowing.

Immediately afterwards, the red light from the blood drops fell, as if something had been ignited.

One after another, red light appeared and swayed in the darkness.

Chen Ming took a closer look and saw that it was a red flower that was very similar to the blood bead in reincarnation.

However, the swaying red flowers here seem to be endless and vast.

Chen Ming radiated spiritual thoughts, and it was impossible to find out how many there were at the moment.

Chen Ming took a step forward and entered the sea of ​​flowers.

Suddenly, a winding path appeared under his feet.

He walked along the path, and he didn't know how long he walked. An ancient stone bridge appeared in front of him.

The stone bridge is mottled and full of traces of time.

Under the bridge is a long and endless river, with a deep blue color that seems to swallow everything.

The sound of water that Chen Ming heard earlier came from here.

"Flowers of the other shore, Huangquan Road, Naihe Bridge!"

"What's under this bridge should be the Forgotten River water..."

Chen Ming looked at the blood-red flowers on the other side. Reflected by the water of Forgotten River, they looked even more mysterious.

"Is this reality real, or is it a reflection of my thoughts and an illusion created by transformation?"

Chen Ming couldn't figure it out for a while!

The lotus platform of creation in the sea of ​​consciousness rotates slowly, containing the soul and still guiding Chen Ming forward.

Chen Ming stepped onto the stone bridge, and the water under the bridge was rippling.

Chen Ming's eyes were immediately caught. He stood on the bridge and looked over intently.

The stone bridge is gone, and so is the ever-flowing River of Forgetfulness.

Flowers of the other shore and Huangquan Road have also disappeared.

There was deathly silence all around, and all that could be seen was desolation.

The cold wind echoed in the air, and several broken chains swayed in the wind.

The iron chain was engraved with strange runes. When Chen Ming saw it, he understood that it was the word "tongue pulling out".

"Tongue pulling hell!"

Chen Ming felt something in his heart and walked forward without stopping.

Sure enough, I saw the scissors hell again, with rusty scissors scattered everywhere.

Chen Ming picked up a pair of scissors. The rusty scissors had no spirituality and were like ordinary objects!

Chen Ming then walked forward and saw the iron tree area where the guilty souls climbed, and the evil mirror hell where the mirror was broken and no scene could be reflected.

There is the Steamer Hell without fire, the Knife Mountain Hell where the blades are no longer sharp and the mountains become smooth, and the Oil Pan Hell where the oil pans dry up and no longer boil.