The Twelve Ancestral Witches, Splitting the Weird Plateau with an Axe

Chapter 154: Prison Emperor

Ye Fan stared at the lamp with a human body and a ghost face. The wick was its tongue, which looked indescribably evil and scary. This thing was very old, and the years had left indelible marks on it.

Just by feeling, one can tell that this lamp has been in existence for at least tens of thousands of years. It was definitely not made by Sakyamuni. He must have found it from somewhere else to suppress the evil spirits in his great holy body.

This ghost lantern was most likely a magical object. If Duan De were here, he would definitely drool and rush forward to it, but Ye Fan felt disgusted and was unwilling to put it away.

Apart from dealing with the Yinling ancient tombs, this lamp is really of no use.

Ye Fan looked at the human oil burning on the wick and felt disgusted. Although the ancient sage was sacred, the things he left behind were really uncomfortable.

"Although it is not very clean, it is also precious. Once it enters the ancient cave divine burial, this lamp is equivalent to a sacred treasure, with strange and inexplicable power."

He wanted to put it away, but was a little worried that the skinny old man might cause trouble. However, it also indirectly proved the horror of this lamp and gave birth to a god.

Ye Fan pinched his nose and threw the lamp into the nine-colored flames in the cauldron to suppress it and put it away.

The sarcophagus was empty, and it was assumed that nothing would be left inside. After all, the god's consciousness had been freed, and only bursts of eerie aura filled the air.

At the end of hell, there are not eighteen layers, but only two layers. This puzzled Ye Fan as it was completely different from what he had imagined.

He searched repeatedly and carefully, but finally had no choice but to come up and check again at the ruins of the Great Leiyin Temple, and finally discovered the secret.

A stone tablet was buried next to the foundation stone underground. The inscriptions on it were neither Sanskrit nor bronze inscriptions, but the sacred texts commonly used by all races in ancient times!
Now, although Ye Fan cannot recognize all of them, he can almost recognize them and understand the meaning of most of them.

There are only two layers of Yin-Yang Hell, which restrain each other and use the power of Yin and Yang to seal each other. This is the general idea of the first line, and there is more to it below.

Ye Fan understood instantly that the eighteen levels of hell were separated, two by two, and distributed on nine ancient stars, suppressing a total of eighteen terrifying ancient beings, each one more powerful than the other!
"It's a good thing that this is the case. Otherwise, if the seal of this place is broken and eighteen ancient gods rush out at the same time, even the return of Sakyamuni may not be of any use."

Suddenly, the sound of waves was deafening. At first Ye Fan thought it was an illusion, but after listening carefully, he could not believe his ears. It was real!

Moreover, at this moment he saw a vast black ocean surging on the horizon!

He had read reports before that there might have been large rivers, or even large lakes and oceans on the ancient planet Mars in the distant past, but the times are different now, so how could they still exist?
"boom!"

Stormy waves crashed onto the shore, and rocks pierced the sky.

In the black ocean, there were actually several ghost ships sailing, flashing green will-o'-the-wisps, which was indescribably weird.

Mars, formerly known as Yinghuo, is reddish-brown in color, mainly because of the abundance of hematite.

As early as twenty years ago, before Ye Fan came to Earth, he had seen some related reports. This was a dead planet with a vast barren land.

However, what was before his eyes was a vast expanse of water, pitch black, with raging waves, bursts of tsunamis, and huge waves hitting the sky.

This is a horrifying scene. It is unbelievable and impossible to understand. There should have been water on the ancient planet Mars in the past, but it has dried up for who knows how many tens of thousands of years.

Ye Fan stared at all this in amazement. The huge black waves suddenly rushed in front of him and almost drowned him. The fishy and salty water could not be an illusion, this was real!

He soared into the sky, dazed and almost petrified. Where did the water come from? What happened? Will the vanished mythical era appear?
He was extremely vigilant and looked at the ghost ships. Although they were far apart, he could already sense a rather gloomy aura.

The black ocean soon submerged this place, and all you could see were huge black waves, which crashed into the sky, rolling up thousands of waves, and were extremely magnificent.

It all happened so fast. In the blink of an eye, the barren land disappeared and the endless water became the only sight. Even the five-colored altar and the ruins of the Great Leiyin Temple were submerged.

"Is this still the ancient planet Mars?" Ye Fan said to himself. All this was beyond his understanding.

In the distance, several ghost ships were driving on the waves, always stable and not capsizing. The green will-o'-the-wisps were faint and became more and more weird.

Moreover, a thick fog appeared over the entire sea, blurring all scenery and making it difficult to see clearly.

It has been such a short time and the environment has completely changed. If Ye Fan landed on the ancient planet Mars at this time, it would be difficult to identify it and he would probably mistake it for an unknown planet.

The fog was very thick, and the ghost ships were becoming increasingly hazy. If it weren't for the green ghost light jumping, they would not be clearly visible and would disappear in the black ocean. In the Hell-Suppressing Hall of the Underworld, the Hell-Suppressing Emperor sat on the throne in the center, with two figures standing on each side.

Wisps of quasi-emperor's aura emanated from the four figures.

"Are you also someone from the mythological era?"

The air was filled with deathly aura, once again obscuring the figure of the Prison Emperor, leaving only his pair of cold and dead eyes.

He knows the secrets of the underworld, and also knows that he is not the Lord of the Underworld, but the Emperor of Hell. The identity of this young man is a bit confusing.

"Do not."

"Let them all go out. They are not yet emperors, so they are not worthy of knowing some news."

Li Qingxu spoke calmly.

"You are so presumptuous!"

"A mere Saint King dares to ask us to leave."

"Young man, do you have the right to ask me to leave?"

The Lord of Yama Palace glared angrily. If it weren’t for the Prison Hall, if it was any other place, he would have killed this Saint King Ant with a single blow.

However, the next moment.

The densely packed imperial array patterns in the hall were activated, but instead of suppressing Li Qingxu, they blocked the four people on both sides of the hall.

"how?"

The Prison Emperor spoke, his voice calm and unquestionable.

"I will give you the information you want to know in exchange for my burial in the center of the underworld. No matter what happens, you must not disturb me. How about that?"

Li Qingxu said with a smile, this imperial array really
"Well, that's interesting. In that case, the importance of the news will determine how long you can be buried in the underworld."

"Buried in the underworld? What is your relationship with the Underworld Lord?"

The Prison Emperor chuckled, but his eyes were fixed on Li Qingxu. As long as he dared to say anything related to the Lord of the Underworld, he would take action immediately.

"How much time can this problem save?"

Li Qingxu was sitting cross-legged in the main hall. The light of the blue lotus illuminated one side of his face, while the other half was as dark as the underworld.

"It seems like you really know the answer. I'll skip this question and give you a one-month deadline."

The Prison Emperor spoke calmly, but he was actually a little surprised that this young man actually knew the whereabouts of the Underworld Lord.

"Did Wu Shi really become an immortal?"

The Prison Emperor's voice was trembling at this moment.

To become immortals? Isn’t it just for the sake of becoming immortals that these people have lived since the mythological era?

Who wasn’t the emperor who dominated the universe and was respected by all races?

But when their lifespans are about to end, they have no choice but to become immortals.

(End of this chapter)