This passage seemed to have no end. Taking a step forward, it suddenly became extremely wide.
The walls, ceiling, and floor began to crack, and some cracks flowed out of colorful thick slurry like melted maltose, some spilled out old-fashioned intestines and flesh, and some flew out irregular stones of various sizes and sharp edges.
He could tell that there were several common stone textures in hell such as obsidian and disaster stone, but he couldn't determine most of them.
Something in one of the cracks caught his attention.
For a moment, he saw white flowers with mournful faces and vines tangled together like nooses, quickly flashing through a crack on the right side.
That is……
"The Hanged Man of Alexandria, as old as hell! Please tell me the true meaning of that prophecy!" He reacted and shouted in that direction.
"Who are you?"
The rustling sound went away without mercy.
Yi Cha turned around and ran towards the crack, trying to grab the gap and look out.
But the crack closed quickly before his eyes, almost pinching his fingers.
A new crack opened above his head, and the red stream of Huoleizhesang poured down his head and face.
Yi Cha wiped his face vigorously, turned around and flew straight in the original direction.
All right. fine.
It was a level of change he could handle.
This should already be a relatively calm state of material expression of ultimate chaos.
It seems that the Son of Chaos is indeed the Son of Hell.
His energy field contains all the elements of all hell, manifesting itself in utter chaos. The level where his outward passage connects to the underground trial court should also be a random result.
The Children of Chaos are indeed harmless.
After all, hell is a sweet home for demons.
Even after such a chaotic combination.
Yi Cha was relieved and flew forward smoothly.
He wanted to call the name of the child of hell. But some don't know what to call it.
Is the Son of Chaos the child of the demons or the leader of the demons? This is indeed a question that needs to be considered.
flight.
He passed through a waterfall of burning gravel, and the passage suddenly narrowed before him.
A large, solid mass of mixed material energy that looked like destruction, disorder, and the power of real chaos was blocked in front of him.
to check hovering in the air.
bass--
Like the sound of metal sliding on metal.
All the rips were zipped shut.
Snapped!
Like a broken bottle going back in time.
The mass of energy shrank and gathered in the middle for an instant, forming a small figure.
A back view.
The back view of a little girl.
The girl has a pair of very typical small goat horns on her head. Her thin and dense black wavy hair is tied into six short braids, resting on her red shoulders. Her slender and beautiful tail curves into a natural arc. , stepping on a pair of delicate goat hooves.
"Dear..."
Yi Cha thought for a while, squatted down to the same height as the girl, and said, "Hello."
The little girl turned sharply.
She has a pair of asymmetrical eyes - the first to jump in to check her vision - one side is burning flames, and the other side is as pure black as ink.
The corners of her mouth trembled vigorously, and her delicate face twitched slightly, as if she was suppressing something.
"I..." Yi Cha was about to introduce himself.
The horned girl suddenly jumped forward, only two inches away from Yi Cha.
"Help me. Help me."
She clenched her two small fists, and the words leaked out from between her teeth, "Help me, help me."
"That's what I originally planned." Yi Cha said calmly.
"real?"
The little girl looked directly at him.
"real."
This is indeed true.
Slowly, slowly she turned around.
Yi Cha looked over the girl's delicate shoulders and looked forward - now that the large amount of energy blocking the field of vision had condensed, the scene behind her was also revealed -
A large flowing void filled with countless strange patterns.
The little lamb-like girl silently put her feet together and jumped into it.
to look at her.
In the void, a road like purple mud was formed under her hooves.
She walked upward toward the swirling void, and a strange ladder pulled out from under her hooves.
Yi Cha followed. Stepping carefully where she stepped.
My mind is crowded with countless questions. It’s not even possible to tell which one is more necessary and urgent.
"Tell me your trouble."
He considered it silently for a hundred heartbeats, then said.
The strange cloud-like stairs under their feet had already sent them far away. The two of them stood in the middle of the void, one behind the other.
The girl stopped.
Just like this, a circular platform gradually formed under her hooves like Qinmo. The girl bent down suddenly as if she was about to fall over, and a broken roar escaped from her mouth.
That wasn't her voice.
Yi Cha had memorized her voice just now. Now this one is definitely not.
This is a man's voice. And he's an old man.
As she roared, the vortex in the void began to vibrate.
Bah—baah!
Countless cracks opened in the void.
The bone-eroding wind penetrated.
She stopped yelling. Instead, he laughed like an old, miserable old man.
Yi Cha jumped forward and pulled her over.
The flame in the girl's left eye socket was engulfed, and her pair of eyes fell into a dull gray-black color. The blood vessels on her face bulged, and she was still smiling viciously.
Is she being controlled?
Without hesitation, Yi Cha shook the girl's shoulders vigorously, grabbed her tail, lifted her upright, and shook her like an ink pen.
To be honest, Yi Cha also knew that this move was indeed unprofessional.
But the Son of Chaos in front of him obviously cannot be classified as an ordinary substance, energy or law creature, which makes him unable to determine whether the usual methods will work, or even whether the indiscriminate use of spells and energy will produce any unpredictable negative effects.
The girl was thrown into the air by him, biting her tongue and stopped smiling.
"It hurts! It hurts so much!"
Her voice became muffled and returned to a clear childlike voice.
At the same moment, the biting cold wind that had just surrounded him seemed to hit a transparent barrier and suddenly disappeared.
Yi Cha quickly placed her on the soft platform and turned around to take a look. Sure enough, the girl's eyes returned to their original state of flame on one side and black stone on the other.
"Who was that just now? Do you know?" He squatted down and asked.
"I don't know." The girl shook her head.
"Okay. It doesn't matter." Yi Cha changed the topic without any pause, "What else do you know?"
The girl's eyes widened as she looked at him - she did look like a normal, innocent, clueless young demon girl.
Children of Chaos are harmless. Icha remembered the words of the sand devil.
But that's not necessarily the case with the other guy inside her.
"Prophecy," she said. "I only know the prophecies. I heard you reciting the prophecies."
good. prophecy. You have to think carefully about the profound meaning of the unrecorded prophecy. To check.
He wasted no time in asking, "Why did you bring me here?"
"Because... because..." The girl began to tilt her head back, and her tone became dizzy, "I have to call you here... I have to call you here..."
Yi Cha held the girl with his left hand and began to touch the scimitar with his right hand. "Why?"
"Because you are... a shepherd..."
"Yeah." He squeezed the handle of the knife.
