"I know why this place looks so familiar! It turns out to be..." Liu Qinghuan murmured to himself: "I should have thought of it a long time ago. It is so obvious, but one is looking from this side and the other is looking from that side..."
Liu Qinghuan looked through the thick fog to the shadowy palaces on the other side.
Many, many years ago, he worked as a clerk in the underworld for a period of time. At that time, when he went to work on the Nie Jingtai every day, he had to pass through the City of Death, the Hell, and the Six Paths of Reincarnation...
The front row of the Six Paths of Reincarnation is filled with dead souls waiting for reincarnation. Every one of those dead souls is dumbfounded because they have all walked through the Naihe Bridge, drank Meng Po Soup, and have completely forgotten their past lives.
Liu Qinghuan looked at the stone bridge at his feet. The Naihe Bridge was a wooden bridge. This bridge obviously could not be the Naihe Bridge, but the structure here was clearly modeled after the underworld.
"Shenjun Guili..." Liu Qinghuan searched for information about this true god in his memory. However, after the gods retired, due to some reasons, much of the information about the gods in the human world was lost in the long river of time, except for some high-ranking gods.
Names occasionally appear in classics, but at most there are only a few words.
Gui Lijun was not a high-ranking god and left almost no information, so Liu Qinghuan only knew the four words "born as a ghost" mentioned by Yue Zhi.
He was born as a ghost and became a god, but he followed the path of killing ghosts and built his own cave to look like the underworld...
Purple light flashed in Fengzao's eyes, and through all the void space, he could only capture a vague figure, and now that figure stood there motionless, as if lost in thought.
'Very good, keep standing and don't move!'
Feng Zhao didn't care at all about whether he looked familiar or not, he just moved his wrist slowly.
The three-inch bone nail in his hand was shaped like a small arrow and exuded a strong sinister aura. However, with the input of demonic energy, it gradually lost all color and became transparent, as if it had turned into nothingness.
Witch bone nail-headed arrows are refined from the bones of the ancient ancestor witches. There are very few in the world. They can break through all kinds of magic. If they hit it, both the spirit and form will be destroyed. If there is a body, the body will turn into pus and blood. If there is a soul, the soul will be cursed and strangled.
, extremely powerful and extremely vicious.
Feng Zhao had no intention of wasting the witch bone nail-headed arrow on a person worthy of the Mahayana stage, but the other party unexpectedly mastered the immortal art of Upright Shadowlessness from nowhere, and it was impossible to touch it with ordinary means.
Feng Zhao sneered in his heart, the nail-headed arrow completely turned invisible in his hand, and there was no sound at all when it shot out, it only needed to hit...
But at this moment, Liu Qinghuan suddenly jumped up from his blurry vision and jumped into the abyss with the roar of water!
Feng Zhao was shocked and jumped to the edge of the bridge: Jumped off?!
A damp and cold breath hit my face. In the darkness, waves rolled under the bridge. A big wave came violently and hit the bridge hard.
The stone bridge stood still. Even in the fierce sword fight between him and Liu Qinghuan not long ago, the bridge was not damaged at all. It was unimaginably strong.
Earlier, when Liu Qinghuan was still running along the endless corridor, Feng Zhao chose to step onto the bridge, but found that he could not get through the thick fog in front of him and reach the palace complex on the other side. Every time, he would be caught in the fog.
get lost in the process, and then go back to the bridge again.
He and Ejiu could only walk on this end of the bridge and could not reach the other half of the bridge, so at that time Xiu and he explored the abyss below.
Under the abyss is a large river. Ghosts and demons, large and small, are hidden in the mist. There are as many fish and shrimps in the water, but what fengzhao is even more afraid of is the river itself.
The river water was as dim as milk and turbulent, but there was no agitation at all. It only gave people a strong sense of despair and death, as if if they jumped down, they would be submerged by the river water and there would be no possibility of climbing up.
Including himself. Fengzhao guessed that this river may have been arranged by Guili Shenjun himself, and was placed here to stop uninvited guests from breaking into the cave.
But now, Liu Qinghuan suddenly jumped down, and Feng Zhao felt extremely surprised.
"Master, did that man jump into the river just now?" Ejiu ran over quickly and said happily: "This river is unpredictable and creepy. He will definitely not be able to come back!"
Feng Zhao said with an ugly expression: "You know all this, but the other party doesn't know? He can't jump down for no reason, there must be a back-up move..."
On the other side, Yue Zhi and You Hu were huddled at the end of the bridge, trying to reduce their sense of presence while looking down the bridge worriedly.
"Is something going to happen to that guy?" You Huan muttered softly: "Hey, you have been following him for so long, so you must know his abilities very well. Tell me why he jumped into the river?"
But Yue Jian had a grimace on his face, wanting to say that he didn't know Liu Qinghuan at all. Although Liu Qinghuan had shown many extraordinary methods and abilities over the years, he could be sure that there were more that the other party had not shown.
Just like the realm, a monk's most important realm magical power, he didn't know what Liu Qinghuan's realm was like.
Yue Jie suddenly felt a malicious gaze. When he raised his head, he saw E Jiuxie on the bridge looking over with a smile.
He subconsciously held down You Yan, but heard You Yan murmur: "The fog seems to be getting thicker..."
The fog did get thicker, so thick that the other side that was still vaguely visible completely disappeared. Another big wave hit the stone bridge, and the river water poured like rain on everyone on the bridge.
Er Jiu shuddered. She couldn't believe that she hadn't reacted just now. Her dress was soaked. She lifted the hem of her dress and suddenly noticed the sparkling light under her feet.
"The water has risen?" Ejiu said in a panic: "Master, the water has risen to the bridge! Wait, we seem to be... in a realm! We have fallen into a realm!"
Feng Zhao sneered: "Why panic? It doesn't matter the realm or domain, just break it!"
As he spoke, he swung the Fengyin Sword suddenly, and a blood-red sword light as wide as a horse shot out!
The huge wave rose high and was instantly cut off before it fell. The bloody light flew into the thick fog, and there was only a loud "bang" sound. The fog exploded, revealing the endless water surface.
Endless as far as the eye can see?
Feng Zhao's face sank: the abyss was no longer visible in front of him, not even the turbulent river was gone, only the dead and flat water surface was left.
"Then what?" He sneered: "You dragged me into your realm just to show me this?"
At this time, a low cry from E Jiu came from behind, and Feng Zao looked back impatiently, and before the scolding came out, he suddenly frowned.
At some point, a line of dead souls appeared on the bridge. They walked forward slowly, and Ejiu was pushed aside by a dead soul because he was blocking the way.
As for that dead soul, he was wearing coarse cloth, had an ordinary appearance, dull eyes, and no mana fluctuations on his body.
A mortal dead soul squeezed a ninth-level Demon Ancestor so hard that he almost fell?
Ejiu was so embarrassed that he was so angry that the demonic energy surged in his hands, and the black light suddenly bloomed, and he shot it out with the wind of his palm!
However, the dead soul that had just pushed her away was like a shadow, and her palm passed directly through the opponent's body!
Er Jiu was stunned, and Feng Xiao next to him also had a very ugly face, looking coldly at the old woman who suddenly appeared behind him.
The old woman put a big round bowl into his hand without any explanation: "Young man, let's drink the soup!"
Feng Zhao found that he couldn't refuse, and wanted to throw away the bowl in his hand, but the bowl seemed to be stuck to his hand, motionless!
"Law of Realm!" He gritted his teeth and said, turning his eyes, he saw a wooden boat sailing far on the river. Liu Qinghuan was standing on the bow of the boat, holding a pen in one hand and a book in the other, smiling:
"My mother-in-law invites you to drink soup, please drink it quickly!"