Chapter 973 The First Level
The messenger nodded indifferently, turned around and continued to lead the way.
Shen Fuzhou also breathed a sigh of relief. It was so scary!
Luo Li and the others also breathed a sigh of relief. Fortunately, this silly boy didn't reveal his true identity.
Shen Fuzhou wiped the cold sweat off his face and wanted to say something, but he felt that it was not the right time, so he could only swallow it hard.
At the same time, he sent a message to the three Wanjian Mountain disciples he brought with him to be careful.
Behind them, people from Yao Chi Holy Land, Jiuding Academy, and Yunmiao Heavenly Palace saw all their little actions, but they were a little confused.
What's wrong with these people?
Three people came to Qingfeng Valley, and the leader was Luo Li's cousin Mu Wuzhi.
She seized the opportunity and walked straight past the confused Holy Maiden of the Yao Chi Holy Land and came to Luo Li.
She whispered, "Cousin A-li, what's going on?"
Luo Li tilted her head slightly and replied through voice transmission: "Cousin, the situation is a bit complicated. We'll explain in detail later. Don't ask too much now, so as not to arouse suspicion."
Mu Wuzhi frowned slightly, but seeing Luo Li's serious expression, she nodded and said no more.
She quietly took a half step back, pretending to be just passing by to talk, but her eyes swept over Shen Fuzhou and Wanjianshan's disciples without a trace.
The Holy Maiden of the Yao Chi Holy Land raised her eyebrows slightly, and her doubts grew even more intense.
She exchanged a glance with the chief disciple of Jiuding Academy beside her, and both of them saw confusion in each other's eyes.
"What the hell are these people doing?" The disciples of Jiuding Academy muttered in a low voice.
The Young Palace Master of Yunmiao Palace snorted and said calmly, "Don't pay any attention to your tricks. Our goal is the next nine-fold trial. Don't let these trivial matters distract you."
Upon hearing this, everyone calmed down and continued to follow the messenger of God.
However, Shen Fuzhou felt cold.
He always felt that there were several gazes in front of him, vaguely falling on him, as if he was being stared at by a poisonous snake.
He forced himself to remain calm, but secretly groaned in his heart: "Isn't the Ninth Heaven the territory of the True God? How could such a thing happen? Or is it that the True God..."
Shen Fuzhou didn’t dare to think about it, gritted his teeth, and continued to move forward.
Luo Li noticed his uneasiness and whispered quietly, "Shen Fuzhou, calm down. The more nervous you are now, the easier it will be to reveal yourself."
Shen Fuzhou took a deep breath, forced a smile, and nodded.
At this moment, the divine messenger in front suddenly stopped, turned around, and swept a cold gaze over the crowd: "Ahead is the entrance to the Netherworld. Remember, after the Ninth Level Trial begins, the Netherworld will be open for one month, and you only have one month. After one month, no matter what you have gained, you must leave. Otherwise... you will bear the consequences at your own risk."
Everyone was startled and responded in unison.
The messenger of God said no more, raised his hand and waved it, and a dazzling gate of light appeared out of thin air, exuding a mysterious and ancient atmosphere.
"Go in." The messenger said lightly.
Everyone looked at each other, and then stepped into the light gate one by one.
Luo Li, Wen Xingyan and others deliberately slowed down and fell behind.
Seeing that the people in front of him were fine, he stepped in.
Luo Li's eyes flashed, and she found that the place in front of her had turned into an extremely large square.
There were high walls built around it, with many people sitting on top, looking down at the area below, like a Colosseum.
Luo Li frowned somewhat uncomfortably.
The divine messengers bowed to the gray-robed man on the throne at the top, "Lord, the trial-taker has been brought here."
The square was filled with a suffocating pressure, and Luo Li's fingers unconsciously clenched her sleeves.
The vague figures on the high wall cast scrutinizing glances at her, reminding her of the spiritual beasts kept in cages for people to admire.
The gray-robed man on the high throne finally spoke, his voice filled with majesty, "Welcome everyone to the Ninth Heaven."
Luo Li's eyes moved, he was Yan Ye.
She raised her eyes calmly, but Yan Ye's figure seemed to be shrouded in a layer of mist and could not be seen clearly at all.
Yan Ye tapped his fingertips lightly, "Lord of the Underworld, please explain the rules to these children."
After saying this, his gaze swept across the girl with her head lowered behind him.
He stretched out the tip of his scarlet tongue, and he seemed to feel a disgusting power...
"yes,"
Di Xuanming stood up with an indifferent expression and looked down. The moment he saw Luo Li with her head lowered at the back of the crowd, his eyes moved slightly.
"The Ninth Level Trial will be held in my Netherworld. The Netherworld has nine levels in total. The first person to break through the ninth level and return here will be the winner of this Ninth Level Trial."
When Luo Li heard his voice, she clenched her hands suddenly. The heart-eating lock in Ah Ming's body was repaired by Yan Ye. Damn it.
On the high platform, Emperor Xuanming glanced down, "Is there anything you don't understand?"
"No!"
"Very good," Emperor Xuanming curled his lips coldly and said to the divine messenger beside him: "Open the Netherworld Realm."
The envoy of God responded respectfully, raised his hand and formed a seal. Suddenly, a deep crack appeared in the center of the square, and a thick dark air gushed out.
On the high seat, Yan Ye curled his lips in a delighted tone, "Go, children. I will be here waiting for your return."
Below, a fanatical believer in the True God shouted, "It's the Lord God!"
After saying this, he jumped down the Netherworld Rift without hesitation.
Then, before anyone could hesitate, a strong suction force suddenly emerged from the crack, sucking everyone down in an instant.
On the square, Emperor Xuanming created a clone, which also fell directly into the Netherworld.
The moment Luo Li was sucked into the crack, everything in front of her eyes suddenly went dark, as if she had fallen into an endless abyss.
A biting chill came from all directions, and faint shrill whimpers rang in my ears.
She bit her tongue hard, and the moment the bloody taste spread in her mouth, the darkness in front of her eyes receded like a tide.
What came into view was a dark red wasteland, with thick lead-gray clouds hanging low in the sky. Twelve pillars carved with strange totems were crookedly inserted into the cracked earth. The dark green phosphorescent light on the top of the pillars made everyone's pale faces look like ghosts.
The Netherworld, the first level.
"Ah——!" A scream suddenly came from the Yao Chi Holy Land team.
The youngest disciple's eyes bulged out, and countless black worms as thin as hair emerged from his seven orifices. His entire body collapsed into a pool of smelly blood like a melted wax figure.
"It's the soul-devouring miasma! Hold your breath!" The young palace master of Yunmiao Tiangong shouted loudly, and threw out three glass lamps from his sleeves and hung them above his head. The light golden light shield enveloped his disciples.
The others followed suit, and various colors of protective auras lit up one after another.
Shen Fuzhou frantically slapped the jade pendant on his waist, but found that all the storage magic weapons were out of order.
Just when the black mist was about to touch the corner of his clothes, Xie Shiyuan threw out the Qingxin Bell given by Wen Xingyan.
“Ding—” The crisp sound of the bell spread out a circle of green light, and the black fog screamed and retreated as if it had encountered a natural enemy.
Someone said with lingering fear: "This is only the first floor! How come someone died?"
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