"Since the lord has returned now, as long as he gathers the scattered tribes and rests for tens of thousands of years, he will definitely have the opportunity to avenge the Wheel King." Yin Luo said with his fist.

"Ten hundred thousand years are too long, I just want to fight for it day and night. Besides... there is no chance right now." Xue Li said coldly.

"What is this saying by sir?" Yin Luo said in confusion.

"Am there no one among the people you chased before that you feel familiar with?" Xue Li asked.

When Yin Luo heard this, his brows frowned and his face showed a deep thought.

"That girl in black, her magical powers are a bit...somewhat is similar to Pluto!" After a moment, he suddenly realized.

"Yes, I'm already 90% sure that she is the reincarnation of Pluto. If you want to defeat the Wheel King and regain the Underworld, you have to awaken her memory and cooperate with her." Xue Li said.

"Since that's the case, do we want to stop chasing them?" Yin Luo asked.

"There is no need to chase, but they cannot be lost." Xue Li said slowly.

"As for the order, I will send someone to follow you up." Yin Luo stood up and clasped his fists at him.

"This matter is left to you. Chen Nian's secret disease has not yet recovered. I want to go into seclusion and recuperate for a while." After that, Xue Li's body suddenly rose up, flew into the sky, and passed away in a flash.

...

In front of the gloomy mountains, a winding river with red water and turbid water quality flows.

The river water leaked out of the valley and stretched for thousands of miles to come here. The water level became flat and a wide white river beach was alleviated on the ground.

At this time, three figures flew down from the sky and landed on the river beach, but it was Han Li and the other two.

"Uncle, it seems that those guys didn't catch up with you." Jin Tong looked back and said slowly.

Han Li also looked back and then cast inquiring eyes at Tihun.

"I can't notice the pursuers for the time being. We must have been thrown away some distance." Tihun also said.

When Han Li heard this, he nodded, let out a long sigh, and his eyes swept around.

At this moment, his brows frowned slightly.

I saw that there were white bones everywhere on the white river beach at my feet, both human and monsters, densely packed, stacked layer by layer, the big ones were like canopys, while the small ones were like insects.

Han Li bent down, pushed apart the layers of dead bones on the ground, grabbed a handful of white sand from the ground, rubbed it gently, and a slight white powder slid off his fingertips, which were all bone meal.

"I don't know where so many bones came from?" Tihun said in confusion.

"It should have rushed down from the upper reaches of the river. I don't know how many years have been deposited over the years. The bones underneath have completely decayed and all have turned into bone meal." Han Li said.

While talking, an inexplicable whirlwind blew from the upstream of the river. Wherever it passed, the bone powder was rolled up like sand and dust. There were actually lights of sparks, and the dark green was shattered like beans.

While the few people were surprised, they suddenly heard a strange sound of "huh".

I saw a green flame suddenly rising from the red river in the distance, and slowly drifting from the upstream.

Han Li and the other two were puzzled. When they chased the river bank, they saw a blurred face appearing in the twisted and rising green flames, showing a strange smile at them.

"What the hell is this?" Jin Tong said in confusion when he saw this.

Tihun even wrinkled his nose, as if the next moment it was about to emit a ray of light and suck it into his abdomen.

"Don't worry, that thing seems to have something to say." Han Li reached out and stopped them.

As soon as he finished speaking, a few people heard a sound of intermittently coming from the faint green flame:

"Go to the river... valley..."

This sounded aging and powerless, just like the last murmur before the dying person died. After just saying it, it disappeared completely.

Immediately afterwards, the green flame swelled and then sank into the water and disappeared.

Han Li frowned, his eyes turned, and he looked at the gloomy mountain range upstream of the river.

The sky there was covered with clouds, almost hitting the top of the mountain, making the black mountains below appear deeper and more solemn, as if they were always shrouded in a layer of gloomy and death.

"Uncle, are you going?" Jin Tong asked.

"The ghost fire just now was probably the embers separated by a wisp of residual souls, but why did he come to tell us this?" Han Li said in confusion.

"Can it be a trap?" Tihun asked.

"I don't think it's like, when we first entered the Netherworld, even the ghost soldiers behind us suddenly encountered it. It's impossible for someone or ghosts to design a trap for us in advance." Han Li shook his head and said.

"What if he doesn't matter, you'll know it just by looking at it." Jin Tong frowned and said carelessly.

"Anyway, we don't know where to go. Since we are walking wherever we go, we might as well go and see what is there. Maybe we can find news about the Mansion of Yama." Tihun also agreed.

"Okay, then go and have a look. Be careful on the way." Han Li said.

After the agreement was made, the three of them flew up and galloped towards the upper valley.

Soon, they arrived at the entrance of the valley.

In the middle of the entrance is a narrow gorge, and there are two naturally formed plank roads on both sides, hanging on the cliffs.

Han Li and the other two went up the road on the left and came to the plank road on the cliff on the left.

Standing on the edge of the plank road, the sound of "rumbling" shocking water was heard in my ears.

The long red river surged out from the valley, and at the narrowing gorge here, the water became more and more fierce, like thousands of red dragons fighting and roaring.

After watching for a while, Han Li and the other two walked inward along the rock wall plank road.

After entering, the three of them discovered that the valley was actually a gourd shape, with the opening narrowing, and the terrain became wider the further the river surface in the middle, and the water level gradually slowed down.

When they arrived in the central part of the river valley, Han Li and his friends stopped.

The river waters here are hundreds of feet wide, and a small sandbank in the middle has appeared in the center.

The sandbank was snow-white. From a distance, you could vaguely see some golden powder mixed in it, reflecting the golden luster of stars.

In the middle of the sandbank, there was a black dead tree about three or four meters tall. It looked like it was burned by flames, and it had been completely carbonized, and even crystallized like carbon stone could be seen on it.

The strangest thing is that on the branches at the highest point of the black dead tree, there was also a charred corpse hanging, which looked like a human body, with its chest penetrated by branches, and a black square box about a foot square in its arms.

"There are residual soul fluctuations on the corpse, which are very weak, as if they were the guy who contacted us through the river before." Tihun's eyes fell far away on the sandbank and said.

Han Li let go of his spiritual sense and carefully checked the surrounding area of ​​a hundred miles. After finding that there was nothing abnormal, he spoke:

"Go and take a look."

After saying that, he flew up first and fell on the sandbank.

Tihun and Jintong also flew down.

Han Li's feet landed on the ground, making a "rustling" sound, and the sandbank under his feet was quite soft.

Tihun couldn't help but bend down, grabbed a handful of sand and stones on the ground, put it in front of his nose and sniffed it gently, and then looked carefully, with a look of surprise between his eyebrows.

"Is there any problem with these bone meals?" Han Li asked.

"There is no problem with bone meal. The problem is the mixed golden sand inside." Tihun stood up and said.

"Jinsha?" Han Li said in confusion.

"That is Soul-Scattering Sand, which can disperse souls, is the ghost cultivator who practices the magical arts, and his favorite magic weapon." At this time, a sinister voice suddenly sounded from the corpse on the tree.

Han Li and the other two heard the sound, and looked up at the same time.

I saw a wisp of white smoke suddenly emerge from the charred corpse, flooding the entire corpse.

A moment later, an old Taoist with a thin body, a peaceful appearance, and a golden feathered dressed in a golden feathered dress appeared in the air.

Around it, there were a cloud of auspicious clouds condensed from mist, and behind it was colorful light. There was only a crane and a table with incense burning table beside it, and it looked like a fairy-going immortal.

However, the old Taoist's posture was really strange, because the branch poked out of the ancient tree still pierced the feathered clothes it transformed into, and it suddenly appeared in front of Han Li and the other two.

"The Heavenly Lord of Blessings..."

The old Taoist showed a mysterious smile like a hidden master, bowed his head and recited slowly.

Han Li and the other two looked at each other, but no one spoke, but just looked at the old Taoist like a fool.

"Cough cough... I am Taiyi Sect of Qianyuan Immortal Realm Qian Yuan Immortal Realm. It's because of the Supreme Elder, God Qianzi. He was killed by a traitor million years ago and fell to this point. Today, it is also a fate to be able to meet a few friends. If you can help me get out of trouble, you will definitely be rewarded." Seeing that they didn't say anything, the old Taoist coughed twice awkwardly and said to himself.

While speaking, he even looked at Tihun with a glance, as if he cared about her reaction.

"Uncle, why do these words sound familiar?" Jin Tong frowned and pretended to be surprised.

"That guy Xue Li said so before, there is another one here." Tihun replied.

"Why are all the lies in the underworld lies and lies? There is no creativity at all?" Jin Tong looked at the old Taoist with some contempt and mocked.

When the old Taoist heard this, his expression suddenly changed. He didn't care about pretending to be profound and asked quickly:

"You've seen the bloody sharp?"

"I've seen it, and I've been tricked by his lies. It seems that you are very familiar with him?" Han Li smiled and thought, glanced at the old Taoist, and asked.

"I'm not familiar with you, I'm not familiar with you, we are a feud." The old Taoist hurriedly shrank his neck and shook his head and said.

"Oh? Are you not a real immortal world? Why are you a feud with the people in the underworld? I want to know, how did you form this feud between you two worlds?" Han Li sneered and asked.

The old Taoist knew that he had made a mistake and his expression suddenly became a little upset, and he seemed very frustrated.
Chapter completed!