sinovels Chapter 377 Big Brother and Little Junior Brother
Chapter 377 Big Brother and Little Junior Brother
"General, can he really be locked up here?" One of the heavenly soldiers asked the leading general, with fear in his tone.
The leading general's face was a bit ugly, but he still forced himself to calm down and said: "Don't worry, you can't just come to the seventh floor and leave."
The others behind did not speak, but the expressions on their faces were more relaxed than before.
"Let's go, the Emperor of Heaven is still waiting for us to go back and return." The general took one last deep look at the prison door full of forbidden spells, then turned around and left with the people underneath.
After they left, ghosts and wraiths with good deeds around them floated over, and slowly gathered outside the door, staring into pairs of scarlet eyes without whites through the gap, trying to see clearly the detainees inside.
However, the black resentment and hostility in the seventh layer of purgatory are so thick that they are almost substantive. Even the red light emitted by the red magma can only illuminate a palm-sized area around them. Other than that, they can't see anything clear.
The criminals who usually keep a respectful distance from the seventh floor seem to want to squeeze in as if they have sharpened their heads.
Vaguely, they heard a very subtle sound coming from inside, like a sound from pain, hoarse and rough, like swallowing flint, and vaguely heard two broken notes, but it was like something The person's name, the wraith with sharp ears stretched his neck vigorously, and barely recognized what the other person seemed to be calling... Mochi?
"I saw it, I saw it!" One of them suddenly called out, and the others looked at him one after another. The other party had stayed in this place for at least a thousand years, and he already had a certain degree of coercion against the Infernal Purgatory. Immunity, he saw a pair of red eyes looking at him in unison, he was a little complacent in his heart, but his expression was not showing at all, he turned his palm up, and a fist-sized ball of light formed in his palm, He threw the ball in against the ban, and the bright white light instantly flourished, illuminating the scene on the seventh floor. In the next second, everyone gasped.
The seventh floor is not like the outside and the other six floors of purgatory. The space is beyond imagination. Even the ground is not black-brown volcanic rocks, but glowing white jade, and red hot magma flows slowly from the broken gaps. However, with an eerie air.
Even though the ball of light was only illuminated for a moment, they still saw the man lying on the ground whose life or death was unknown. He was dressed in red and fell on the ground, like a butterfly with broken wings, with an inexplicable poignant beauty. .
The bright red and the white jade are intertwined, giving people a strong visual impact, but the people outside the prison door are not surprised by the impact, but by the injury on the man's body.
To what extent did he have to be injured to dye his white clothes bright red?
The man lay motionless on the ground, like a lifeless puppet, weak as if he would die in the next second.But no one standing outside the door dared to underestimate him. Even though the other party was suppressed, he still writhed and tried to escape. He could feel a powerful coercion without getting close. The people inside were far away. It's more dangerous than they imagined, this is the only thought left in those people's minds, it coincides with each other.
Even though the life in the Infernal Purgatory is boring, even life is worse than death, but in fact, few people are willing to truly escape from death, and being able to live is better than anything else. The truth, so no one is willing to show too much curiosity about the people locked inside.
After a quick glance that day, they dispersed like a tide, doing whatever they were supposed to do, never staying in front of the prison door for too long.
In the days of the Infernal Purgatory, the sun is not visible, and I don't know what day and night are, and I can't even feel the flow of time. A group of demons and ghosts have stayed here for an unknown number of days. The barriers above their heads that were used to seal them seemed to have been violently attacked, and the golden mask cracked with spider silk lines. Finally, there was a soft "click", and the barriers that had been unbreakable for thousands of years Instantly shattered into powder.
The bright golden sunlight poured down generously from the top of their heads, illuminating the confused expressions on those people's faces. They didn't even realize what happened until they saw a man in green clothes coming towards the light with a hand in his hand. The long sword was still flickering on and off, emitting golden light, and they realized it belatedly. Someone broke the barrier from the outside, and killed all the way from the first floor to the sixth floor.
The sounds of demons, wraiths, ghosts, ghosts, and wolves that have been freed are all around their ears. The happiness came too suddenly. These people who were imprisoned on the sixth floor never thought that they would be able to regain their freedom one day.
After they reacted, their eyes burst into bright light, which was the desire for freedom, and they all disappeared in an instant after screaming up to the sky.
The Infernal Purgatory without the enchantment was in a mess, the escaped ghosts and monsters were entangled with the heavenly soldiers and generals who came, but the instigator who caused all this seemed to be unaware of everything behind him, He just passed through the turmoil with a blank face. Wherever he went, the corpses of heavenly soldiers and generals and demons fell to the ground. He came to the entrance of the seventh floor with a blank face, his dark and deep eyes were silent. Looking quietly at the prison door where the golden light was faintly flowing, the emotions in his eyes were surging.
When the Heavenly Emperor hurried over with the gods, the prison door on the seventh floor happened to crack under the man's long sword.
"Mo Chi!" The Heavenly Emperor's deep voice was filled with thunderous anger, and the powerful coercion sent all the people fighting around flying away.
"How long will you be obsessed with not realizing it?!" The Heavenly Emperor looked at him with an angry face, and the gods behind him all looked vigilant, with a hint of fear in their expressions.
"Shenjun Canglan, he Yunchu is just a demagogue, death is not a pity, why do you put yourself in such a situation because of him?" Taibai Jinxing comforted him with a sincere expression.
Mo Chi turned around and looked at the gods in front of him with cold eyes, passing by those hypocritical faces, his heart was so numb that he couldn't make any waves anymore.
"The devil? There's more than enough to die for?" His eyes fell on Taibai Jinxing, and he slowly curled the corners of his lips. The expression on his handsome face was half a smile, and those beautiful eyes were full of sarcasm.
"You gods are so funny. In the past, it was you who praised him for being as bright as the moon. It was you who praised him as a wise king who was hard to find in a hundred years. It was you who said he was so good. When a person is knocked down, you will turn your face and deny him, right?"
Mo Chi's questioning was so calm that there was no trace of emotional ups and downs. Everyone present was silent, and the air was so quiet that it was terrifying.