Listening to the words of the guardian, Professor Wang looked towards the gate of hell.
Immediately following.
Professor Wang was stunned.
In front of me, the Ghost Gate is no longer just a yellow spring road with no end in sight, and it is no longer deep and dark.
Then I saw the distant end of the Yellow Springs Road flashing from time to time.
"Willow?"
Professor Wang subconsciously raised his glasses and rubbed his eyes, then continued to look over, and suddenly he was stunned.
"No, it doesn't look like a will-o'-the-wisp. It looks like... a dragon?"
Wait for a second.
The voice of the defender followed closely.
"It's not a dragon, it's thunder. Who can survive the calamity at the gate of hell?"
Professor Wang used his naked eyes, but his vision was limited after all, and he could not see farther or more clearly than the defenders.
now.
In Fengdu County, outside the Ghost Gate, the earth was shaking, the wind was blowing and the rain was pouring, as if a shocking vision was about to appear.
However, the guard ignored it, stared at the Ghost Gate, and asked the questions of Black Impermanence and Fan Wujiu Xianglu.
"Professor Wang, you have a deep understanding of the records of the transcendental world. You are our bureau's walking history library of the transcendental world."
"Do you know what level of thunder tribulation can produce a vision of a giant dragon soaring into the sky from the underworld, crossing the Milky Way and pluck the stars and the moon?"
Professor Wang was stunned when he heard this.
He then pushed up his glasses and thought.
"The vast starry sky, the scene of thunder tribulation? I have an impression of this..."
But before Professor Wang could finish speaking.
The guardian seemed to have thought of something. He looked at the strange changes around him, then looked at the scene appearing inside the Ghost Gate, and suddenly added a sentence.
"The giant dragon I'm talking about is composed of numerous thunder tribulations, at least dozens of thunder tribulations, at least half a hundred, and no more, no less. Moreover, it can penetrate the underworld, even affecting the world of the living."
As soon as these words were spoken.
Professor Wang was stunned and stopped pushing his glasses.
After a second or two.
Professor Wang looked strange.
"Captain Yang, are you telling me some Arabian Nights story? Are you sure what you saw was a thunderstorm, not an illusion from a hallucination?"
…
The other side.
The underworld, Dizang Tiankeng.
at this time.
The sky above the underworld of the tiankeng was filled with thunder that blocked out the sun and moon, and thunders kept bombarding the center of the tiankeng.
Every time it falls.
The tiankeng shook violently, stirring up a cloud of dark earth and stone, which filled the pit and flew in all directions.
Immediately following.
The depth of the tiankeng deepened step by step.
The thunderstorms in the underworld are extremely powerful. Unlike the typhoons in the mortal world, the underworld is more like a storm at the end of the world.
Look around.
The lightning fell too fast, one after another without a break, forming a pillar of lightning that submerged Qin Ye's figure.
For example, the dark city god is not shielded from the scenery outside the cage.
He will be able to hear.
Qin Ye's soft whispers could be faintly heard from the deafening tiankeng.
"Fortunately, this happened in the underworld. If it happened in the living world, I really don't know where I would have to go to avoid huge casualties and losses."
"Oh, you can go to the free United States, where the California wildfires don't even matter."
The words spread.
In addition to the paper boys and girls who heard it, the ghost messengers from the underworld who came to inspect the tiankeng also heard it.
Suddenly.
The leading Yincha was shocked.
"Has the world of the living developed to such a terrifying degree that it can even withstand such a thunder tribulation? California? Where is this place? Do you know where it is?"
The ghost messengers beside him shook their heads.
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