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Chapter Five Hundred and Twenty-Three Terrifying Yellow Springs

Although the underworld is mysterious and unpredictable, there are also various legends circulating about it in the human world.

The gate of hell separates yin and yang, don’t look back on the road to hell, forget the river beside the Naihe bridge...

All these legends are widely circulated in the human world. Each mythical story makes the underworld appear in the hearts of human beings in an extremely mysterious manner as if separated by a veil.

At this moment, Yan Ling and the others are about to lift this mysterious veil, truly touch the core of the underworld, and get a glimpse of the true face of the underworld!

"Walk!"

Without further ado, Yan Ling was in high spirits, stepped on his feet, and in a blink of an eye, he appeared in front of the extremely tall Guimen Pass. Feeling the vast pressure from the three mysterious inscriptions of "Guimen Pass", his body was rushing like the Yangtze River.

His energy and blood were suppressed to the point where he was almost unable to move.

"What a terrible hell!"

Jin Shanlong was the last one to arrive, but he was the first to express everyone's thoughts. He looked frightened at this time, feeling that the energy and blood in his body had been completely exhausted, and even the spirit and law were suppressed in his consciousness by the terrifying aura emanating from the closed ghost door.

In the sea space, it is extremely difficult to even emit spiritual consciousness.

Moreover, Jin Shanlong had an intuition that if his soul left the body at this time, his soul would probably be swallowed up by the gate of hell immediately.

"This gate of hell is so terrifying. How can ordinary ghosts pass through this place and go to the Six Paths to be reincarnated?" Yan Ling was puzzled and asked Du Bingqian beside him.

However, it was also the first time for Du Bingqian to see the power of the Gate of Hell, so how could she know the answer, so she could only shake her head in silence, indicating that she was also puzzled.

But Yang Ling said with contempt: "You don't even know this?"

"Do you mean you know?"

"certainly!"

Yang Ling's charming eyes were full of pride. She looked at the ignorant people beside her and said: "Those who pass through the gate of hell are all ghosts. Those ghosts who go to the six realms of reincarnation will not feel the gate of ghost at all."

Terrifying pressure, only beings like us, who are not reincarnated ghosts, can bear the terrifying aura of the gate of hell!"

"I see!"

Yan Ling and others suddenly realized, but Du Bingqian immediately asked: "But how do you know these things? I think there should be no such inherited knowledge in your inheritance of the demon, right?"

"hey-hey!"

Yang Ling chuckled, and then said with a proud smile: "Of course I discovered this myself! Haven't you noticed the difference between you and me?"

As she spoke, Yang Ling spread her hands and looked at everyone with an innocent expression.

"Um?"

Hearing Yang Ling's words, Yan Ling and others immediately focused their attention on her. This time, they immediately discovered the difference between Yang Ling and them.

Although they tried their best to restrain their aura, their human nature could not be concealed. Maybe it was difficult for the monsters in the underworld to detect, but with the magic of the ghost gate, they could easily discover this, so they exuded an extremely terrifying aura.

oppressing them.

But Yang Ling was different. At this time, her body was filled with black air, and a cold air was constantly exuding. After walking in the Netherworld for so long, it was not difficult for Yan Ling and others to detect this cold air.

It is the pure and incomparable scent of ghosts.

In fact, if they had not looked at Yang Ling with their eyes and simply scanned it with their spiritual consciousness, they would have thought that the charming lady standing in front of them was a real ghost.

"The Heavenly Demon's Dharma is indeed so wonderful that it can even simulate the aura of the reincarnated ghost so closely!" Li Tianfeng sighed, explaining Yang Ling's unique state.

Yan Ling didn't have anything to say, he just silently restrained his surging energy and blood, and circulated the secret of reincarnation, exuding the faintest traces of the power of reincarnation.

In an instant, Yan Ling felt that more than half of the terrifying pressure from the gate of hell had dissipated. Although there was still some residual power suppressing him, it had no serious impact on his ability to exert his strength.

Yan Ling's actions also instantly woke up several people around him. Their eyes lit up and they all found a way to avoid the terrifying pressure of the hell gate.

Li Tianfeng performed all kinds of magic with one sword, and the sword of death came out of his body, shrouding himself in the sword flowers, as if a world of death were protecting him, making the ghost gate recognize him and no longer suppress him.

Du Bingqian and Yan Chixia recited Ksitigarbha's Original Vow Sutra orally, calling on the omnipresent power of Ksitigarbha in the underworld to cover up their own living auras and avoid the aura lock of the ghost gate.

Even Jin Shanlong also used the profound meaning of death that he understood as the basis, and devoted all his energy to evolve the realm of death. Like Li Tianfeng, he blended into the netherworld with the pure breath of death.

“The response is really fast!”

After everyone finished disguising, Yang Ling rolled her eyes at Yan Ling, and then snorted: "Let's go, let's go into the core of the netherworld and see what is so scary about the underworld in myths and legends.

!”

Under the leadership of Yang Ling, Yan Ling and his party entered the gate of hell one after another.

The moment he entered the gate of hell, Yan Ling felt as if his body had passed through a barrier. When he looked back, he found that there was nothing behind him. Not to mention the shadow of the gate of hell, not even a single thing existed. It was like

Being in a chaotic void, empty and endless!

"What's going on?"

Others also discovered this, and Jin Shanlong immediately screamed. He has the lowest strength, and whenever any abnormal situation occurs, he is always the one who worries the most.

"It's our first time to step into the gate of hell. Do you think we will know?" Yan Ling replied angrily.

Jin Shanlong suddenly smiled and said: "Aren't I worried that we can't find our way back!"

Li Tianfeng took a deep look at the chaotic void space behind him, then turned to look at the equally chaotic road ahead, and said with a fierce expression: "Of course there is no way back, so we can only move forward!"

As soon as this statement came out, he immediately received the support and approval of everyone. Yan Ling took the lead and walked at the forefront of everyone with unstoppable momentum.

Taking one step forward, Yan Ling suddenly realized that the scenery in front of him changed. Although there was still a thick layer of white mist all around, the feeling was no longer like what he had just seen, like a void space where nothing existed.

It has a real sense of existence.

He looked at his feet and found that it was a dirt path with countless puddles. Yan Ling looked far into the distance and found that the roads he saw were all like this, full of potholes and dirt.

Looking at the extremely dim yellow muddy water in the puddles, which seemed to be corroding the world and exuding an extremely filthy smell, Du Bingqian couldn't help but curiously asked: "Is this the Huangquan Road?"

Yang Ling also followed Du Bingqian's gaze, and after discovering the extremely filthy underworld water, she immediately said with disgust: "Isn't there anything terrible about this so-called underworld?"

"Really?"

Yan Ling gave Yang Ling a meaningful look, then broke through the void, took out a fist-sized piece of thousand-year-old black iron from the void realm, and then threw it into a puddle.

After a "chi" sound, a burst of white steam emerged from the puddle. The thousand-year-old black iron, which was so hard that it was enough for a master weapon refiner to refine a good flying sword magic weapon, disappeared in an instant! (Unfinished)

to be continued)


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