A dark river lay in front of everyone. The water looked like a pool of stagnant water with corpses on it.
These corpses are different from the Netherworld River seen in the Holy Tower. Although they are all upside down and as pale as a stick, their heads are all bald, and every one of them is a monk.
In addition, the difference from the Holy Tower Netherworld River is its size. Although the Hell River here is similar, it is far less vast than it is and is more like an identical branch.
But even if it was a branch, Xu Wuzhou was extremely cautious and couldn't help but ask Xin Yunhu: "How could the Hell River be discovered in the land of decline?"
Xin Yunhu shook his head and said: "I have only heard of the Land of Decline. This is my first time coming here, so I know very little about it."
The Netherworld River has a great reputation as the river of hell. It is said that living people cannot touch it, and those who touch it will die.
King Youzhen looked at the river, slowly stepped forward, and used energy to fish out a corpse from the Netherworld River. However, as soon as their energy came into contact with the Netherworld River water, it was as if it had come into contact with sulfuric acid, and was directly corroded into
White smoke, all energy returns to nothingness.
This made many true kings look at each other. One true king used the law to drive his strongest energy, but the result was the same.
No matter what they do, if they touch the river water, they will all turn into nothingness.
Xu Wuzhou was not surprised at all by this. The Netherworld River was so strange that even the Demon Queen and the beauties in palace attire had to rely on the methods of the Demonic Patriarch before they dared to venture into it.
The warriors present were far different from the Demon Queen.
"What is that?" Just when everyone was blocked by the Netherworld River, the True King pointed in the distance and said in surprise.
Everyone looked and saw a flower as scarlet as blood growing on the upper reaches of the Netherworld River.
"Higanbana!"
King Youzhen exclaimed, and they jumped away at extremely fast speeds.
The flower of the other shore is a poison, but also a magic medicine. It is said that the flower of the other shore can produce a psychedelic effect, making people immersed in it and unable to extricate themselves, and then unable to wake up and die.
But as long as you can get out of the hallucination, your soul will undergo a transformation like rebirth.
The saints are born with powerful souls, and they are very likely to come out. Therefore, the Biangan flower is more of a magic medicine for them.
Dozens of true kings were all staring straight in the eyes. The warrior who ran first rolled towards the other side flower and uprooted it.
He was overjoyed when the Flower of the Other Shore fell into his hands. But before he could put it in the jade box, he saw the flower withered and fell to the Netherworld River.
"how so?"
This true king held the stem of the flower on the other side and stared blankly at the dried petals on the Netherworld River.
"Idiot, how can a magical medicine like Bianhua flower be picked so roughly? It can only be picked with the soil under the protection of the soul."
The true king was angry and cursed at him.
However, the True King also took action and snatched the dried flower stem from the dazed man. Although the dried flower stem also withered, he stuffed it directly into his mouth.
This scene made many true kings regret. Although it has withered, it still has some medicinal effects and is also effective on warriors.
Sure enough, the true king showed a trance-like psychedelic look, shaking his head, but he had not yet come out of the psychedelic effect. While shaking his head, he accidentally fell directly into the Netherworld River.
In an instant, the true king's vitality disappeared, just like his soul melting all at once. He turned into a corpse, leaning in the river, flowing with the river.
laugh!
All the true kings present took a breath and couldn't help but stay away from the Netherworld River.
This is a true king. He didn't even hold on for a breath. If he fell down, he would die immediately and his soul would be extinguished in an instant. He really deserves to be called the river of hell.
The true king who was robbed was originally full of anger, but when he looked at the dead opponent, his anger disappeared.
"Since there is a flower of the other side here, it has always been found in other places. Let's walk along the bank of the Netherworld River, maybe we can find it."
Everyone nodded, the Netherworld River was dangerous. But they found that as long as they did not fall into the river, there seemed to be no other dangers.
Everyone also wants to explore what secrets the Netherworld River has. What can you encounter when walking along the river bank?
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A group of people walked along the river bank, and no one found the other side flower. However, they found many evil treasures along the way, all of which were priceless.
"This is not a pure Netherworld River." Xiong Yibing said at this time.
"Huh?" Xin Yunhu asked doubtfully.
"If it were a pure Netherworld River, it should not produce precious medicines, but only products of hell like the Flower of the Other Side."
This sentence made everyone nod, but the more terrifying the Hell River felt. If you were to die if you touched the Netherworld River, how terrifying would it really be.
The group continued walking along the Netherworld River, and finally saw a mountain. The river flows from this mountain, and the mountain is the source of the river.
The mountain is bare and dark. But on one side of the mountain, there is a bright divine light, and the Taoist rhyme is gushing out from it, like a dragon entrenching the avenue.
"The Great Dao Divine Gold." someone exclaimed.
The warriors who came here knew that there was the Great Dao Divine Gold here. However, the Great Dao Divine Gold had a spirit. Although some warriors had seen it, they were escaped by it.
But I never expected to see it here.
A group of true kings, with blood-red eyes, ran straight towards that place.
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On the mountainside, there is a sacred golden dragon, which is hovering in the mountain.
And on top of this piece of divine gold, a powerful warrior sat cross-legged. There was a sound of wind roaring around him, and there were four or five corpses around him. Judging from the aura of these corpses, they were all true kings and strong men.
Next to Shenjin, there is also a powerful warrior, who is locking Shenjin and him with his aura. Beside him are seven or eight true kings, each entrenched in one side, locking Shenjin with their laws.
"Lord Feng, you and I have been fighting for many years, but we never thought that we would have to decide between life and death today."
The powerful man sitting cross-legged on the divine gold had a gloomy face. His eyes were full of unwillingness.
He was very lucky, and his men discovered the divine gold. So he brought his people there and trapped the divine gold. He suppressed the attempt to refine it.
Unexpectedly, the archenemy Chen Ang arrived at the critical moment. He was suppressing Shenjin, but was restrained by Shenjin, and his men were killed by them in an instant. Now, the spearhead is pointed directly at him.
"Chen Ang, it's not that easy for you to kill me. I will take you away even if I risk my life."
"Are you worthy?" Chen Ang sneered, "If you dare to give up suppressing Shenjin at this time, the power of Shenjin's avenue will definitely come back to bite you, and you will be seriously injured by then. How will you fight me then?"
"Despicable!" Master Feng was furious, but Chen Angtang, a powerful man, sneaked up on his men and killed them directly. Otherwise, his men could lead him to suppress Shenjin, which would free up his hands.
"Lord Feng, don't be unwilling. This place of decline is the place where your bones are buried. God wants to revive me, but God wants to destroy you."
Chen Ang sneered and said to his men: "Trapped the divine gold!"
The divine gold of the avenue belongs to him. Not to mention the current state of Master Feng, even if there is an honest and fair competition, Master Feng cannot defeat him.
The camp of seven or eight true kings is not comparable to those of Lord Feng's subordinates.