Chapter 545 The Capital of the Underworld

North underworld, the thousands of miles of snowfields in the desert north and the far north, and the underworld is in it.

One hundred and twenty miles, it is only a short distance for the three thousand miles of clouds and moon that Mr. Mingyue and others came all the way from the ice valley of the snow country.

"There is a fish in the northern underworld, whose name is Kun. Kun is so big that I don't know how many thousands of miles it is. It turned into a bird, and its name is Peng. Peng's back, I don't know how many thousands of miles. Flying in anger, its wings are like clouds in the sky. In the spring of sea transportation, Pengzhi migrated to the Southern Mingtian Pool, and the water hit 3,000 miles, and the swayed up 90,000 miles.

It is because it is said that there is Kunpeng, a mythical beast guarding in the underworld, that during the day it is calm and the waves are calm, and the wind and clouds change at night, and the waves are huge.

Some people say that Kunpeng, a mythical beast, is a big bird with wings like a cloud in the sky. Some people say that Kunpeng is a big fish that has turned over the river and the sea. Some people say that Kunpeng has turned into a human body, but he is an independent ancient king. Perhaps he is the northern emperor of the ancient three emperors and five emperors. He once forced the Water Emperor to work together and touch the mountain of Zhou. The sky is not overturned and the earth is not full. , which led Nuwa to refine five-color stones to make up for the sky.

There are different opinions, but there is no consensus. In short, the Jiuyou tribe that migrated to the bank of theming Sea is for the Northernmingjiu you. They all regard the mythical beast Kunpeng Northern Emperor as a god and prayed for the peace of the Northern Ming.

But I don't know that there are three emperors in the north, Xuanwu, Chen Xing and Zhuan. Zhuan is only one of them. Xuanwu, the northern mythical beast, is the Zhenwu Emperor, which is the incarnation of the legendary Heavenly Emperor Fuxi; there is also the Beidou Star King who died with Nandou, and Chen Xing is also an emperor.

The Taoist field of the northern mythical beast Xuanwu Zhenwu Emperor is in the North Sea in the far north, and the Beidou Xingjun is in the northern star sky, and the legendary Taoist temple of the mythical beast Kunpeng Northern Emperor is here in Beiming. The three emperors in the north have their own subordinates and do not interact with each other.

Now the soul messenger is driving a sleigh, with Mr. Mingyue and Feng Cailing, fast horses and whips, flying for hundreds of 20 miles, full of anger and hatred to find the unlucky of the rebel generals in the north.

When they came to the shore of the underworld, the sky was not yet noon. The son of the bright moon and the phoenix picking bells were both new to come to the north. Looking at the blue underworld, the legendary moon lake that runs through the northwest and southwest for thousands of miles. The water and the sky are the same color, and the sea of clouds is vast, boundless, indescribably beautiful and vast.

The wind blows on the shore of the underworld, which makes people feel relaxed and happy, dispels many of the sorrows of the three sons of Mingyue.

The soul messenger experienced the pain of losing friends in the morning. After a long journey, he returned to the familiar and beautiful place of living for a long time. The intoxicating sea breeze blew and blew away a lot of hatred.

The soul messenger restrained his mood and said with a forced smile, "Brother Mingyue, you have never been here before. What do you think of our underworld?"

Mr. Mingyue said with a wry smile: "On the way to the first time, I also secretly sighed that this must be the wind is bleak and the water is cold, and the strong man will not return. The bank of the underworld may be the place where we are buried. Who would have thought that the wind would blow gently and my face? The clouds and water are vast, and the floating light and shadow are even more beautiful. I don't want to die. Well, even if I die in such a beautiful place, it will not be in this life.

Feng Cailing said, "Bah! They are not promising and want to die, but they don't know that they are the ones who will die. Whether he is the left envoy of heaven or the emperor Yan Luo, he may not be our opponent.

Mr. Mingyue nodded and praised: "Princess Feng Cailing's women are not allowed to be eyebrows. The lesson is that we came here to quell the rebellion, and now we still have to avenge and wash away the grievances of the Huhan'er family. I will not let the conspiracy of the traitor succeed!"

The enchanted messenger laughed and said, "Okay! Hahaha! I waited to go back to Beimingyoudu for pleasure and revenge!"

In a few words, they expressed the depression in their chests, and the three seemed to return to their former glory.

Mr. Mingyue stepped on the sleigh, stood on his sleigh, looked at the water and the sky, breathed and breathed the refreshing sea breeze, and said with a smile, "Brother, now the spring is cold, and it is frozen everywhere. Even if there is no frozen running water, it is still cold and piercing. Why is it so warm on the side of the Sea of the Sea?"

The enchanted messenger laughed and said, "The Mingyue brothers don't know anything. During the day, the sea is naturally calm and particularly warm. At night, the power of heaven and earth and the turbulent waves are simply a transfer of yin and yang. The nine times in the sky and the underground are reversed. In the middle of winter, there are still lightning and thunder, and the wind and rain are as obscure, or floating down. Heavy snow, ice locks the underworld. Hey, everything depends on the mood of Kunpeng, the mythical beast of the master of Beiming. What I like is that it migrates to the Jiuyou tribe like me, for fear that life will be ruined. It does not toss during the day, but only moves its muscles and bones at night.

Mr. Mingyue said strangely, "It seems that the Jiuyou tribe is going to worship the mythical beast Kunpeng as a totem."

The soul messenger laughed and said, "It's not just a totem. Kunpeng is the only god in the northern Ming Dynasty. He holds the power of life and death. How dare we be disrespectful! Others say that they have seen this god's manifestation, saying that Kunpeng is incarnate in human form. He is the northern emperor of the three emperors and five emperors in ancient times. I don't know whether it is true or not. Anyway, we would rather believe it. Whether it is fishermen or tribal people, every family has the throne of the emperor.

Mr. Mingyue and Feng Cailing nodded repeatedly. Mingyue secretly sighed that whether it was the mythical beast Kunpeng or the Emperor Zhuan, the deep influence on the tribes of Beiming Jiuyou was absolutely beyond the demon religion. No wonder the traitors of Beiming did not listen to the coldness of the master. It seems that as long as they respect the mythical beast Kunpeng, even if they have the amulet spell, they will be lawless.

Mr. Mingyue suddenly remembered something, touched the water beads in his arms, and smiled and said, "Brother, I have water beads. Since Kunpeng, the mythical beast, is the Northern Emperor, can we go into the underworld to find his theory, find his fault, and accuse him of protecting the northern mutiny as evil and evil intentions."

Feng Cailing and the soul messenger should only talk with a smile. Feng Cailing smiled and said, "Although we have water beads, maybe we can go down to the underworld. I'm afraid that Kunpeng, the mythical beast, has not been eaten by the big fish first, won't we die unjustly?"

The enchanted messenger laughed and laughed and suddenly couldn't laugh. The laughter stopped. The enchanted messenger raised his whip and said, "Look! Who is that over there?"

Mr. Mingyue and Feng Cailing were both stunned. Looking along the direction of the enchanted messenger, they saw a man and a woman standing on the bank of the underworld, and there was a giant beast half squatting beside them. Mr. Mingyue clearly saw that this giant beast was the flying spirit beast mountain that he met in the Snow Wolf Lake outside the frozen village.

Needless to ask, the man and woman are all acquaintances. The man is the owner of the spirit beast mountain, the king of Qin Guang, the first hall of the ten halls of the gods and demons in the north, and the woman is the cousin of the king Qin Guang, the long-lost Zhiyulan heart!

Mr. Mingyue knew that when he came to Beiming Jiuyou, he would definitely meet the great witch Zhiyu Lanxin, and Qin Guang, the god who was defeated in the hands of himself and Feng Cailing, but he did not expect to meet so quickly.

Just as soon as they arrived in Beiming, along the bank of the Underworld Sea, before they entered the capital, they met their two cousins and came out to greet them.

Feng Cailing concluded that they were out to meet him by no means by chance. She quietly said to Mr. Mingyue, "It seems that they have been waiting for us for a long time."

Mr. Mingyue nodded and even asserted, "It must be the left envoy or the underworld sent their brothers and sisters. I'm afraid all our whereabouts, from the border city to the shore of the underworld, are under their control."

Feng Cailing snorted coldly: "Maybe he rushed to the border city last night to kill Hu Han'er's family, and they were also present. How fast the spirit beast mountain Xiao flew so fast. The journey of 100 or 20 miles took half an hour, hum! Now he still comes to welcome us, with a face like peaches and plums, and a heart like a snake and a scorpion.

What Feng Cailing said, of course, refers to the witch Zhiyu Lanxin. Mr. Mingyue knew that they had always been in harmony. In the cold valley, he knew that Yulan Xin was a bride, while Feng Cailing was made by a bridesmaid. Feng Cailing was naturally not angry. Mr. Mingyue just smiled and said anything.

When Feng Cailing saw his expression, he asked, "Don't you believe it?"

Mr. Mingyue sighed, "I know well that Yulan is a kind and good girl and will not do that kind of despicable and cruel thing."

Feng Cailing stared at him for a long time and said hatefully, "Wow! Up to now, you still speak for this witch. It's okay to shout for the family last time. Do you really know that Yulan's heart is your bride, and the husband and wife will be grateful for 100 days a day?

While driving a sleigh to the god king Qin Guang, Zhiyulan's cousin and the spiritual beast mountain Xiao, the soul messenger asked faintly, "Mingyue, let me ask you, is the god king Qin Guang a traitor in the north?"

Mr. Mingyue said, "Yes! Not only the rebel general, but also the two relatives of Emperor Song came to the Snow Wolf Lake outside the frozen village as detectives. We killed them ourselves. We hate the spiritual beast savior and only escaped him alone.

The soul messenger still said indifferently, "I want to ask you again, is Zhiyu Lanxin a rebel general of Beiming?"

Mr. Mingyue smiled bitterly and said, "Yes! At the beginning, I knew that Yulanxin and the emperor Chu Huaiwang, Yulei and Dilu were waiting for an opportunity to rebel in the ice valley, and secretly colluded with the crossing monks, Shui Yingxian and others in the land of Buddhist swallows in the Central Plains, intending to plot my ice valley.

The soul messenger patted the sleigh's car and shouted, "Okay! Since they are all rebel generals, there is no need to show mercy!"

Mr. Mingyue was stunned, looked at the soul messenger, and then looked at Feng Cailing. He only smiled bitterly and nodded silently.

The sled finally arrived at the heart of the god Qin Guang and Zhi Yulan.

The soul messenger tightened the reins, and his brown hair and blue eyes exuded eagle-like vigilance and sharp eyes.

Feng Cailing also had a beautiful face and stared coldly at Zhiyu Lanxin. She saw that she was dressed in a plain dress, silver wire, and a few beautiful orchids. Her clothes were like orchids, and people were like orchids.

Feng Cailing sneered secretly. As the saying goes, if you want to be beautiful and be filial, Zhiyu Lanxin has dressed up so carefully. Who do you want to wear it?

Wating for Feng Cailing to suddenly look back, he looked at him and glanced at Mr. Mingyue. Fang sighed that Yulanxin's careful dress was indeed not in vain, and he secretly scolded 10,000 times in his heart: the promising and uny Mingyue big bad guy seemed to have seen it.