Po Meng has three thousand black hairs like a waterfall, her face is pretty, and there is no sign of aging. Time has left no trace on her beautiful face.
Zhong Kui's physical body had been severely damaged and mutilated, but was finally repaired by Lu Yu, with a majestic expression on his face.
The catastrophe in ancient times caused the underworld to fall into violent changes. The two Da Luo Jinxian were injured and now both died.
"Junior is offended."
Lu Yu said something and took off two strands of hair from Zhong Kui and Po Meng.
The hexagram runes of the Yi Jing appeared all over Lu Yu's body, and at the same time, the power of fate began to pour into the void along two hairs.
A mysterious force penetrates in all directions, looking for the thread of destiny in the dark.
This process is quite long, but Lu Yu has enough patience.
Over the ages, the sea has changed!
Every plant, every tree, every grain of dust in hell was visible to Lu Yu, and all the movements of living creatures, footsteps, shouts, conversations, and many other sounds came into his ears.
With the change of the power of reincarnation, everything is changing. Those that have passed away have returned to their original appearance, and those ruins that collapsed in the corners have stood up again and restored to their original appearance.
That is the whole picture of the ancient underworld.
The majestic underworld buildings tower into the clouds. Hell is not an endless darkness. There are street lights pointing the way everywhere. Rows of souls pass through reincarnation in an orderly manner and enter their next life.
There is a monk riding on a horse listening attentively, with his hands clasped together, his eyebrows kind and his eyes kind, reciting the Purana Sutra in a low voice to save the wronged souls from all directions.
There is a judge, holding a judge's pen, who determines the ghost's merits and demerits during his lifetime.
There are ghost messengers, escorting the ghosts with iron chains, and they keep traveling back and forth.
There is Yin City, where the souls of those who have not yet expired their Yin life return and live a peaceful life here.
It was a prosperous ancient age, where there were no bloodthirsty and vicious ghosts or crumbling ruins. All affairs were carried out in an orderly manner under rules.
In Lu Yu's eyes, pictures kept flashing back and forth. Those pictures were all scenes from the underworld.
Soon, Lu Yu saw where the underworld used to be.
"It turns out to be here."
Lu Yu memorized the location and woke up from his immersion.
He quickly galloped towards that location, and instantly turned into a flash of golden light, piercing the void.
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The depths of hell.
There is a low hill, and you can vaguely see the ruins of buildings scattered on the hill.
Most of the buildings have been submerged in the earth, but the exposed parts are still majestic. In many places, the walls have collapsed and the bricks and tiles are broken, but from the outline, the former glory can still be clearly seen.
A fierce battle broke out here, with flying sand and rocks, and the sound of piercing the sky could be heard everywhere.
Boom!
Suddenly, a high wall collapsed, and a dozen young figures escaped from the hole in embarrassment.
"No, the information is wrong. There is more than one ghost king here!"
"This time we have to explain here!"
Wei Hong, Tang Xu, and the other young disciples panicked and fled in embarrassment.
They originally planned to sneak in and kill one of the ghost kings while he was resting, but unexpectedly they happened upon a ghost nest.
Hidden here is not only the injured Ghost King, but also countless terrifying beings!
In that deep place, I don’t know how many masters are there!
Behind several young disciples, a violent and boundless voice suddenly came.