Hundreds of figures walked on the Huangquan Road shrouded in white mist. Ji Xianwang and others had seen the world and did not show too obvious emotions.
But many Blood Spirit Cult monks experienced this for the first time, and they knew deeply that the road under their feet was the Yellow Spring Road leading to the underworld.
They don't know what they will encounter next, and they don't know what they will encounter when they go to the underworld.
It is this unknown that makes them feel uneasy. Their former status as Blood Spirit Sect monks gave them the illusion of being omnipotent and superior to all living beings.
Now that they were all caught in one fell swoop, they had a profound understanding of the situation they were facing, and it all depended on the words of the person in front of them.
"Junior brother, it turns out that this is the underworld. Why are there so few wandering souls on the road to hell? Apart from us... there are not many wandering souls."
Qin Hucheng looked around at the scene and asked casually.
Fang Chen glanced at him and said calmly: "There are less than one wandering soul who can find the road to the underworld, so you will see fewer wandering souls, and more wandering souls will continue to wander in the world until their life span is exhausted."
"Then?"
"Without this, when the Yin life is exhausted, naturally the soul will be scattered and the chance of reincarnation will be lost."
When Fang Chen said this, he glanced at everyone and then at Qin Hucheng.
This group of people are all people with long yin life, but Qin Hucheng's yin life seems to be very limited. He said that he has never taken the Blood Spirit Pill, and it seems that this is indeed the case.
"It's quite good to be out of your mind..."
Qin Hucheng smiled and said, "It's equivalent to living another life."
"Ordinary wandering souls in the human world can see and hear things, but they cannot touch anything. They are invisible and have no substance. From another perspective, it is more like sitting on death row."
Fang Chen said.
"Mr. Fang, these two... are the unusual wandering souls in your mouth, right? Their strength is equivalent to that of the ancestors of the human world. I am very curious about what kind of inheritance the Emperor Yuntian gave you to allow you to have such a status in the underworld.
It’s the ancestor who drives him.”
King Ji Xian suddenly smiled and said.
As soon as he spoke, Ancestor Li Xiao and others pricked up their ears and suppressed the shock in their hearts.
They had already made guesses, and now King Ji Xian's words have confirmed their guesses.
If these two are the patriarchs of the underworld, then the one who killed them before... is probably also the patriarch.
Three religious ancestors are accompanying them. What kind of treatment can only a strong person receive?
The more everyone thought about it, the more frightened they became, and suddenly they felt that this defeat was not unfair.
The other party has brought three ancestors here. If they can still win, then there is something wrong.
"Don't ask if you shouldn't ask."
Shi Long looked at King Ji Xian with a smile but not a smile: "If you are too busy, I can send you to see Empress Dowager Ci in the sedan chair. The little guy is too small and may not be able to bear it for too long. You can just make up for it.
"
King Ji Xian immediately closed his mouth and looked away, as if he had never spoken just now.
Ancestor Li Xiao and others also remained silent for fear of being burned.
Qin Hucheng couldn't help turning his head and glanced at the big red sedan chair, and then whispered:
"Junior Brother Fang... Gai Wu has been in here for so long, maybe he has been drained of it, right?
You'd better not torture him. Based on my understanding of him, he won't tell you the information you want.
In fact, it is more beneficial if you don't know. Since you know the land of Prison Wind, you should know that the ancestors in the human world are also divided into several levels.
These people around you...are really not good enough in front of the Blood Spirit Sect. They can't even defeat Li Changsheng, right?
But you have to know that Li Changsheng’s situation in Prison Wind Land is not very good, and those who boss him around must also be respectful when meeting the ancestors of the Blood Spirit Sect.”
"Senior brother, are you asking me to compromise with the Blood Spirit Cult?"
Fang Chen smiled and said, "If senior brother is asked to compromise with his original enemy, will senior brother be willing?"
"I'd rather die than do that."
Qin Hu became enlightened.
He nodded slowly, a flash of realization flashed in his eyes: "I understand, the Blood Spirit Cult has offended you to death, so now you must fight against it no matter what."
"Just understand, senior brother is dead now, everything in this world has nothing to do with senior brother, why bother helping that person?
There are not many named ancestors in Ditian, Beidou, and Zhongzhou, which one is it?"
Fang Chen smiled lightly.
"Mr. Fang, it's useless for you to ask. With their identities, they can only see the person with the first level of bones at most. As far as I know, that person has a total of thirty-six levels of bones. Maybe the following ones are the master of the hospital.
I’m not sure, it could be Li Changsheng.”
King Ji Xian smiled.
"Bone phase?"
Fang Chen's eyes moved.
"Don't think about it, don't guess, it will only confuse you. What you should do now is move forward."
Qin Hucheng's expression suddenly became solemn.
"You treat your junior brother well, and you have him in your heart."
King Ji Xian sighed softly.
"Leave aside the Blood Spirit Cult, my junior brother's temperament and methods really make me happy. If I could meet my junior brother earlier and see the hope of the sword cultivator's rise, I might not join the Blood Spirit Cult."
Qin Hucheng smiled lightly.
King Ji Xian gently shook his head: "He is not qualified enough to allow sword cultivators to rise in the outside world. At most, he can run rampant on one-third of an acre of land here. After leaving this place, take a look at Li Changsheng, a noble sword cultivator.
Immortal, he can only live as a son-in-law."
"King Ji Xian is not talking nonsense. If you want to change the situation of sword cultivators in various places in prison one day, it is only possible to rely on blood spirits. Otherwise, you have no other way to go."
Ancestor Li Xiao said.
As soon as he finished speaking, the procession of sending off the bride suddenly stopped. Ancestor Li Xiao was slightly startled and quickly closed his mouth, looked at his nose and heart.
I saw Yu Qingmei opening the curtain and slowly walking out. She was now dressed as a maid, with bright blush on her face. She didn't know what she had experienced, and her whole expression became very numb.
"Your Majesty, please come in."
When the wandering spirits of the Yu family saw her like this, their expressions became very complicated.
What has happened... to make the once domineering princess become like this?
Fang Chen nodded lightly, followed Yu Qingmei into the sedan chair, and came to Empress Dowager Ci's cave. What he saw was Gai Wu, who looked as skinny as a stick.
Gai Wu's expression was a little dissociated, and when he saw Fang Chen, he looked like he was asking for help:
"Fang Chen, take me out of here!"
"Husband, am I not good? Why did I leave?"
A soft, boneless white palm appeared on his shoulder, and the Empress was blowing gently into Gai Wu's ear.
When Yu Qingmei saw this scene, there was a hint of unbearability in her eyes.
"Mother-in-law, let's get down to business. What did you find?"
Fang Chen said.
The Empress Dowager's expression suddenly became more serious, and she cupped her fists and bowed to Fang Chen:
"Your Majesty, he has explained everything."
"The monk who recruited him to join the Blood Spirit Sect was named Wang Chongsong."
"Wang Chongsong? It seems that I have never heard of this name."
"The current sect leader of the Xuxian Sword Sect, Wang Chongsong, a monk in the Hedao period."