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On the shore of Huangquan, ghost blood splashes.
A quasi-forbidden king of the ghost tribe was forcefully killed by Su Qinian. Four young ghost tribes not far away were horrified.
"Let's go!"
The four of them were almost frightened out of their wits. This was too outrageous and shocking. Standing in the Great Perfection of the Earth-opening Realm, the clan brother who had already entered the Open Heaven Realm and was about to touch the threshold of the Holy Realm was actually killed by a person who was originally in the Open Heaven Realm.
There is only the Pi Di Realm, and it is suppressed by the power of the underworld. Only a young human race who has just entered the Pi Di Realm can kill him with one punch. Even if he is half-stepped by the ancestral ban, can he have such combat power in the Pi Di Realm?
As a result, the four of them didn't have any fighting spirit, and they fled along the shore of Huangquan towards the depths of Huangquan.
"No one can leave!"
Su Qi elder shouted, the road of time was at his feet, without any fireworks. He took one step forward and caught up with someone. His fists glowed like a small sun, and the arrogance of the great sun was like platinum and glass, burning the ghost energy, bang.
With a loud bang, it exploded and shattered into pieces of ghost blood and bones.
not good!
It was too fast. In the blink of an eye, one more of the remaining four young masters of the ghost clan died.
kill!
The three of them turned around, with panic, anger, unwillingness and many other complex emotions in their eyes, which finally turned into fierce killing intent.
Three ghostly heavenly weapons were sacrificed, one long sword, one war spear, and one scimitar. They were either swirling with Tao fire, exhaling sharp golden energy, or overflowing with dense water vapor, but no matter what kind of atmosphere they were, they were all ghost energy.
Sensen, with the ghost path as its root, is one of the ninety most powerful paths in the heavens.
The gap was too big. Su Qinian didn't pay attention to such an opponent at all. His fists glowed and accompanied by the roar of the sky dragon, he beat three Open Heaven Realm Dao soldiers hard.
Click!
Under the horrified gazes of the three young masters of the ghost clan, the three heavenly soldiers screamed and were struck to pieces. The punch light remained unabated and instantly filled the entire world in front of the three of them.
Bang! Bang! Bang!
In that instant, it was impossible to tell how many punches Su Qinian had thrown. The three of them exploded into pieces before they even had time to scream. Blood and bones flew everywhere, and all life was destroyed.
After passing through the splattered ghost blood and bones, Su Qinian remained clean. He walked along the tributary of the Yellow Spring in front of him. At this moment, he was already sure that a big mess had occurred in this big tomb.
Perhaps a large number of young masters from the human race, and even the best in the holy realm, are trapped and locked deep in this tomb. As for how many people are still alive now, it is difficult to estimate.
After walking only a few miles, Su Qinian saw dozens or hundreds of corpses on the bank of Huangquan. More than 70% belonged to the human race, and less than 30% belonged to the ghost race and the underworld race. Compared with the ghost race, the underworld race
Most of their bodies are gray, with an underworld snake wrapped around their shoulders. This is a companion underworld beast that belongs exclusively to the underworld tribe. It is similar to a clone. Every time it crosses the boundary of life and achieves evolution, there will be an extra underworld snake, which contains the great venom of the underworld snake.
It changes the color of all the tribes in the vast starry sky.
Ghost tribe! Hades tribe!
Su Qinian's eyes were very cold. The ghost clan and the underworld clan may have been planning for a long time. The fate of this tomb is so twisted that even the lineage of life masters is difficult to understand. If all the masters of the human race who entered it this time are really buried,
For the entire human race, a terrible fault will definitely form. It may not be obvious in the present world, but in the near future, when the successors are weak and the youth is out of control, it will be a time when the human race is facing a great disaster.
Whose tomb is this?
Su Qinian frowned. The history of the human race can be traced back to the ancient barbaric years. During this period, many great emperors and human emperors disappeared without a trace, and there were many whose burial grounds were not visible. How could there be a tributary of Huangquan running through this large tomb?
However, is the road we are walking on really the road to the underworld? What is at the end of the underworld? How did the ghost tribe and the underworld escape the perception of the five human emperors and enter the starry sky of the human world? All these things seem to be
Intertwined into a secret killing net, everyone will be trapped in it.
After half a stick of incense.
Su Qinian moved both fists together, and knocked a young master of the Nether Tribe who was at the pinnacle of the Earth Realm, flying across the air. It exploded in mid-air and stained the scene with blood. This was a Forbidden King who had even begun to condense.
If the divine chain of laws had not been added by the power of the underworld, he would have already entered the holy realm of reincarnation with half a foot. Unfortunately, in the earth-opening realm, Su Qinian has invincible power. After undergoing the training of the divine sun, he has become a master of combat arts.
As God wished, there were no traces of chiseling, and every move and every move was 120% frighteningly powerful.
Wow!
As it deepens, the originally quiet Huangquan water gradually begins to surge. The river surface becomes wider and wider, and the river water splashes like thousands of pieces of gorgeous blue amber, creating a dense mist. It is magnificent and dreamy, but in the Su Qinian
It seems that this is a river of death, burying the soul in splendor.
That is……
Half an hour later, Su Qinian stopped. He saw an ancient archway on the bank of Huangquan. It was like a clay sculpture, khaki in color and full of mottled cracks. It was only a few dozen feet high.
The hundred-foot-wide Huangquan tributary is extremely gorgeous, but it seems too ordinary and lacks a sense of existence.
But Su Qinian didn't dare to underestimate it, because there were two ancient characters deeply imprinted on this archway. Although Su Qinian didn't recognize them, he could understand their meaning as soon as he laid eyes on them.
Hell!
Yes, this short and mottled yellow mud archway is engraved with the ancient Chinese characters "Underworld".
According to legend, the Yellow Spring water leads to the underworld of the ghost tribe and the nine underworlds of the underworld. However, the underworld and the nine underworld usually just refer to the ghost world and the starry sky in the underworld. Whether the underworld and the nine underworld really exist is unclear even for the strong men of these two tribes.
.
Su Qinian took a deep breath. Everything in this tomb was too unbelievable. If it were spread, it would be shocking.
"The gate to the underworld?"
Su Qinian murmured, seeing some new blood and residual bones, all three tribes have it, and some of the auras are so strong, in Su Qinian's opinion, they are probably close to the level of the ultimate saint, and those who suffered on the bank of the underworld
He was suppressed, bleeding sadly, and all his bones were gone.
This is a racial war, Su Qinian lamented. There is no right or wrong, only blood.
Immediately, Su Qinian stepped forward, along the surging Yellow Spring, and stepped into the old and vicissitudes of the gate of the underworld. Suddenly, a gloomy chill hit his face.
Ghost world!?
Su Qinian was awe-inspiring. The ghost spirit here was very strong, and the ghost path occupied the mainstream. The other paths were more or less suppressed and rejected, which was very similar to the descriptions of the ghost world in some bone books and jade books.
A door to the underworld is two levels of heaven and earth. Su Qinian triggered the taboo of time and tried his best to trace the traces left before.
After a moment, blood flowed from the corner of Su Qinian's mouth, and his eyes were slightly bright. For ordinary people, the past is irreversible. Even for him, there were too many powerful people involved, and his mind was greatly shaken.
Just at that moment, he clearly captured some amazing figures. The light was so blazing, and that kind of aura made Su Qinian very motivated to fight. Some belonged to the older generation, while others were full of vigor and vitality.
Belongs exclusively to the younger generation.
With a blazing light in his eyes, Su Qinian walked forward and stepped through the gate of the underworld. The blue mist dissipated. Under his feet, he stepped on the gray and black cold land. There was a mist of smoke rising from Su Qinian's feet.
Holy, every step he takes leaves a scorched black footprint like a burning fire.
After half a cup of tea, Su Qinian suddenly stopped and stared ahead.
The Yellow Spring winds, and the roads on both sides disappear for a section, and you can see the bottomless abyss, and the howling wind. Even from a distance, Su Qinian's flesh and blood can feel a bone-chilling chill.
The only thing that can be crossed is a broken stone bridge over the winding Huangquan.
The stone bridge is only a foot wide, but it is full of knife marks and sword holes, as well as ancient blood stains like ink. There are broken railings and gaps in the bridge deck, and the blue yellow spring water under the bridge can be seen.
And on the bridge, there are writings that are the same as those of the underworld.
No way!
Naihe Bridge in the underworld of Huangquan!
Su Qinian's pupils shrank. These were not only in the Xuanhuang Earth, but also in the time and space where he once was. There were also similar legends. Looking at the bridge, there was only a thin and rickety skeleton, gray-white, even with the vicissitudes of time.
I have lost all my breath, and I don’t know how many years have passed.
"Mother Meng?"
Looking at the skeleton carefully, Su Qinian concentrated on it, triggering the taboo of time.
puff!
In just a moment, he opened his mouth and spat out a stream of blood, staggered back two steps, took several deep breaths, and then managed to regain his composure.
Gone!
Although it was only a moment, Su Qinian was already sure that the three tribes had crossed the Naihe Bridge and reached the other side. However, it seemed that as long as this bridge was involved, there was great resistance, even if it was possible to spy and trace, Su Qinian
Visualize the light that transcends the world, and use the divine form of the ancient heavenly dragon to suppress the divine court and stabilize the turbulent fighting spirit.
After a full cup of tea, Su Qi young took out a breath and stepped onto the Naihe Bridge.
The broken stone bridge spans both sides of the Huangquan. Walking on this bridge, you can watch the Huangquan water rushing under the bridge. The sound of the gurgling water is like Yama playing the strings of a harp.
However, when passing by the rickety and thin skeleton, Su Qinian's whole body suddenly stood up with chills, without any warning. At this moment, he seemed to feel eyes on his side watching him. In this ghostly and cold world, the sky
It was dark, which made his hair stand on end. However, there was no one else on the bridge except him. If there was, there was only the skeleton next to him that seemed to be that of Po Meng.
Turning around suddenly, Su Qinian stared at the gray skeleton, sitting so quietly in front of the broken stone railing. But when he turned around, the gaze disappeared as if it had never appeared before.
Su Qinian frowned. This place was too weird. It was a place in some legends. It seemed that after a period of dusty and unknown years, everything had changed and it was no longer as good as in the legends.
When Su Qinian turned around again, the gaze reappeared in his perception. Su Qinian could even faintly hear the breathing in his ears, which was a little warm, but had a chilly and chilling feeling.
"Light!"
Su Qinian suddenly shouted loudly, and his whole body bloomed with infinite light, endless brilliance, like a divine sun, the bright Taoist intention flowed in his heart, the bright heart burned brightly, like a bright fire like platinum glass emerging on the body, sacred
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