Shuttling back and forth in the four-person tunnel, Wudao Zun looks calm.

It is he who wears a silver mask and others can’t see his face.
When the four men came out of the tunnel again, Master Nan Lin couldn’t help sneering, "What’s that called? How does it feel?"
"Remember this feeling, this may be the only time in your life that you can send it long distance through the tunnel."
"Just now we were crying for the soul ridge, and now we have come to the center of Northridge!"
Wu Daozun ignored Nan Lin’s little master.
Not far ahead, there is a huge city with a vast area. It is dark and rugged, and there is a kind of horror in its grandeur.
Even the three fairy king cities in the fairy land are much smaller than this city.
Northridge city!
The king’s birthday banquet in Beiling, near Beiling City, has also become noisy and lively.
There are many forces in his direction, and the monks are heading for Beiling City.
Many monks saw that budo Zun’s four men were walking out of the void, showing awe and avoiding them in succession.
"Let’s go"
Tang Qing son smiled at budo Zun and said one
Wu Daozun and Tang Qinger suddenly asked in a voice behind them, "You want to attract me to Beiling Wang Hui to value my strength, right?"
The king of Beiling has a hundred thousand mountains, and the number of strong people is high.
This Tang Qinger obviously has another purpose.
But Wu Daozun doesn’t feel Tang Qinger’s hostility, which means nothing.
Even if this Tang Qinger really has any evil intentions, Wu Daozun is also afraid.
Tang Qinger said after a little silence, "I’m a little interested in your origin. If I guess it’s right, you’re not from Cold Spring Prison, are you?"
Chapter two thousand six hundred and forty-four Nine Hell
"I’m from heaven"
Wu Daozun didn’t intend to hide his origin, and it wasn’t necessary.
"heaven?"
Tang Qinger looked at Wu Daozun with some disbelief and asked, "Are you really from heaven, but in the middle of a thousand worlds?"
Wudaozun nodded slightly.
"How is that possible?"
Tang Qinger still can’t believe it. "I heard my father say that there are strong forbidden barriers between the Thousand Worlds and the Hell. The strong in the Thousand Worlds can’t enter the Hell even if they practice to the Emperor level."
"It’s also a mistake."
Wu Daozun didn’t explain much.
He couldn’t explain it clearly either.
Even he is now confused and has some questions in his heart.
"What did you just say is the underworld?"
Wu Daozun realized that Tang Qinger had just hidden an extremely important message in this sentence and asked, "Doesn’t the hell world belong to the middle world?"
Normally, the interfaces in the middle and thousands of worlds are separated by vast expanses of stars.
Although the monk’s realm is too low to cross the star, generally speaking, there is no so-called forbidden barrier to enter his interface.
Don’t say the emperor is strong, even the true fairy fairy king can enter his interface.
This forbidden barrier in the world of hell seems a bit abnormal.
"Of course not."