Chapter 876 The steps are tucked under your feet, are they good-looking?
The whole area of the Great Wilderness and Black Forest Sea is almost equal to the entire treacherous zone the size of the Southern Barbarians. Nowadays, more and more people are coming to explore it.
There are people stationed by the Huangquan River all year round, especially the masters of the Huangquan Demon Sect. Since Cui Laozu achieved enlightenment on the bank of Huangquan, most of these people also like to sit by the Huangquan River and try things out.
Even though they all know that the possibility of enlightenment is very slim, they can still gain something, especially the masters who have practiced the Secret Code of Underworld.
But no one knows that deep in the underworld, unknown changes have already taken place.
The ferryman walking on the Huangquan seemed to have noticed something. He drove the boat all the way to the deepest part of the Huangquan. A whirlpool appeared in the endless Huangquan.
A strange rhythm emerged above the underworld. The underworld ferryman walked to the bow of the boat and remained motionless, feeling it quietly.
In the underworld, countless evil spirits and evil spirits rushed towards the vortex like a pot exploding.
They were like koi fish, rushing towards the dragon gate, even though they didn't know what was under the whirlpool.
They only know that changes have occurred, and changes mean there is a chance to escape from the underworld.
After being trapped here for countless years, their spiritual intelligence has long been wiped out, leaving only the last instincts that are still driving them, and the obsession that has turned into instincts is still leading them.
Countless resentful ghosts were tearing at the people around them crazily, stepping on everything that stood in their way. At this moment, they no longer seemed to be afraid of the Underworld Ferryman.
The Huangquan ferryman didn't do anything, he just watched quietly. His duty was not to stop these innocent ghosts. Everything in the Huangquan River had nothing to do with him. He was just a ferryman.
Not long after, a gap suddenly appeared among the ghosts and ghosts boiling on the surface of the water like a pot exploding.
The young Sanshen came pacing with his feet on the water. Wherever he passed, all the crazy ghosts would instinctively get out of the way and fight for paths in other directions.
All around me, the water was as calm as a mirror, and not a single ghost could be found.
She came to the side of the whirlpool, looked at it quietly for a moment, and then walked into the whirlpool step by step until she finally disappeared completely.
The Huangquan ferryman stood at the bow of the boat and bowed slightly as a farewell.
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At the same time, under the black forest sea, a Yin River that was completely hidden under the earth seemed to have been suddenly injected with dye.
The originally crystal clear Yin River was filled with bursts of yellowish color, and then it seemed as if countless amounts of blood were dripping into it, causing the entire Yin River to turn a bloody yellow color.
Countless distorted pictures are constantly emerging on the entire river. Under the surface of the river, the roars, cries, whispers, recitations and other sounds of countless creatures are intertwined into a large noisy rushing sound, blending with the sound of the churning river water.
Regardless of each other.
This is the part of the Forgotten River that fell into the wilderness after it was broken. It was buried deep under the black forest sea and no one has ever discovered it.
The blood-yellow color inside slowly settled with the passage of time, and everything seemed to have stopped. Even if someone had nothing to do, he ran into the black forest sea and used brute force to dig out a passage.
The undead ones made it here.
The other party probably won't find anything. If the other party accidentally falls into this river of forgetfulness, no one outside will know, and even the other party himself may not know.
Now, a ripple inside has completely silenced this place, and things that might have been silent forever are stirred up again.
Changes also occurred.
In one section of the river, part of the red-orange color was extracted from the blood-yellow color. These colors continued to converge, and in the blood-yellow river, a section was isolated that contained only red-orange color.
Then the colors continued to condense, and a figure with closed eyes rose silently from the water.
He had long hair tied back and was wearing a simple gown.
After the red-orange water completely condensed his figure, the color faded and he turned into a rather ordinary-looking man.
He slowly opened his eyes, looked at everything around him, and rubbed his head, as if he had just woken up from a long sleep, and his whole body was still a little out of shape.
After a long time, he sighed.
"I actually woke up here. Since I can wake up, it means that the realm of the dead has appeared."
The man stepped on the water of the Forgotten River and swam down the river. After an unknown amount of time, he walked down from the upstream again and returned to the same place.
He frowned slightly, a little confused.
"Since I have woken up and only have part of the memory of my life, the River of Forgetfulness must have also appeared in the realm of the dead. Why can't I walk through it?
Is it different from what was expected, or did I have other plans when I left this part behind?"
The man closed his eyes and thought, he was the embodiment of memory, and it was only a part of it.
Of course, it was impossible for the king of the government to leave a backup force back then.
Whether it is the so-called memory school or the consciousness school, what they are fighting for is only ideas, and those who don’t care about these will of course use whatever is useful.
From the moment the five major water veins are condensed, the layout for the future is already being laid out, with the final result being successful as a reference. In addition to paving the way, the intermediate process itself is creating favorable conditions for the future.
Wangchuan was originally created by Fu Jun. It can be regarded as an excellent place to avoid disasters by people of the memory school. There is no reason that Fu Jun himself should not use it.
Some of the memories left here are indeed left behind deliberately.
Moreover, the memory is divided into two parts, one part is before death, and the other part is summarized after death.
If the Realm of the Dead appears, then the five major water veins that have great influence, especially the River of Forgetfulness, can also appear in the Realm of the Dead.
The memories contained in the River of Forgetfulness must also have a clear division between life and death.
Now this man was rubbing his head, comparing his memories before and after, and found that the missing part seemed to be more than just the memory after death, and everything became quite confusing.
According to this part of the plan still remembered in my mind, the realm of the dead that was deduced back then was simply impossible for people to cross at will, and there might even be no way to completely cross the realm of life and death.
The existence of Wangchuan itself refers to some views and methods of the memory school.
If the physical body, strength, and soul are all insurmountable, then simple memory may not be impossible.
Pure memory is just information.
The Realm of the Dead cannot prevent the transmission of this kind of information, because as long as the Realm of the Dead appears, all the dead, when entering the Realm of the Dead, are themselves transmitting information and are reflected in the Realm of the Dead.
Using the Forgotten River as a bridge to cross the boundary between life and death, the information that does not contain power or entity itself can be transmitted by following the same origin of the two parts of information as a guide.
This leaves two possibilities, one is the past of this part of the world of the living, and the other is the past of the world of the dead.
In the current situation, the man found that the situation here was not suitable for coming across from him at all, and he found that the missing part of the memory might be some not so good, crazy, and some imaginary memories and distracting thoughts.
Then, he must pass.
But he couldn't get through it.
After pondering for a long time, he came to the simplest conclusion with a strange expression.
That part of the realm of the dead disappeared.
Disappeared completely.
Only when it disappears completely will it lose its role as a guide.
After a long time, the man was dumbfounded and didn't know what to say.
When his original self created Wangchuan, his original intention seemed to be to get rid of those distracting thoughts, some uncontrollable thoughts, some unwanted memories, and make himself pure.
As for the original intention, I don't want to do it, and I have a blockage in my heart that I can't completely abandon. This matter itself has become an obstacle.
Later, it seemed that a lot of time was wasted before I came up with a solution that had both ends.
Who would have thought that now there is really a need for things that have never been needed, but cannot be completely annihilated harmlessly.
Those things have completely disappeared, completely disappeared.
Really...
Nature plays tricks on people.
The man thought about it and lightly stamped his feet, causing ripples to appear on the surface of the Forgotten River.
After the circles of ripples spread, the power continued to accumulate, turning into huge waves, rolling up, and the entire Wangchuan branch was like a sleeping dragon suddenly waking up.
The earth was stirred by the power of the giant dragon turning over, making waves of low roars.
The power spread along the earth, and for a moment, vibrations occurred in the center of the Black Forest Sea. From the first few dozen miles, it turned into a major earthquake affecting tens of thousands of miles in an instant.
The mountains and rivers began to change the landscape. In some places, the ridges rose, and in some places, cracks opened in the earth. The cracks collapsed and continued to penetrate deep into the ground.
After a moment, the man raised his head. The rock above his head cracked into a crack that stretched for ten miles and was several miles wide. The skylight above his head projected down and reflected it into the River of Forgetfulness below.
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In the realm of the dead, Qin Yang was talking to Red Owl and the old man, talking about past events.
Suddenly, changes began to appear on one of the Wangchuan branches.
Circles of ripples spread, and as the ripples spread, they gradually set off huge waves. After just a few breaths, you can see that branch, like a crazy python, twisting continuously.
Several people looked at each other for a long time, but they didn't see any changes there. The river was still crystal clear and no one appeared.
When the wave subsided, Qin Yang's eyes lit up and he rushed over.
Even if he immediately turned on the second gear of Si Zi Jue, he felt nothing. It seemed that there was no wind but waves, and Wangchuan had a convulsion on his own.
But this is impossible. Any change here must have an inducement, but it cannot be Wangchuan himself. A part of him suddenly convulsed.
The first thing Qin Yang thought of was the influence of the River of Forgetfulness in the world of the living.
What someone is doing over there affects this side.
Especially where the initial ripples spread, there must be someone on the opposite side.
"Can you do this?"
Qin Yang stared at the calming wave and asked the other three people.
The other three shook their heads together.
"The body we have gathered here now relies on the power of Wangchuan, and we cannot set off such a big wave."
"Then tell me, who can set off such a wave and influence this place on the other side?"
Qin Yang asked, knowing the result in his heart.
The expressions of the three people were unnatural and obviously a little awe-inspiring, so they naturally guessed it.
Who else could it be but the creator of Wangchuan?
Qin Yang couldn't hide the joy in his heart.
Mr. Fu, who else can there be besides Mr. Fu?
Now Qin Yang somewhat believes that the guy who was a bit crazy and claimed to be Fujun may actually be part of the memory left by Fujun.
Since there was a part here, he killed it, and the prince on the other side sensed it and was a little unhappy, but that's understandable.
Qin Yang felt that a big stone in his heart was about to fall to the ground.
He hadn't felt this way in a long time.
Now it is confirmed that he is not the king of the mansion after all.
In the entire world, he is the greatest authority on the matter of the afterlife. No one knows more about it than he does. Even his own understanding of the afterlife is second-guessing.
If he is really the reincarnation of Fu Jun, there will be no Fu Jun appearing in the Wangchuan in the realm of the dead and the Wangchuan in the world of the living at the same time.
He was very sure of this.
To be honest, when Qin Yang was still a weakling, he had indeed imagined that he was a certain big shot who had come from the past. One day, he would awaken his memory and soar into the sky, becoming a big shot in the world. Who would die?
So and so is pregnant.
When he became stronger and stronger and more and more people said that he was the deceased Lord of Fu, Qin Yang became particularly resistant. That kind of saying that you are not you made him particularly unhappy.
Unfortunately, there were too many people talking about it, and he himself would occasionally doubt it.
Now there is real evidence, and a heartache is finally over.
He impatiently came to the branch of the Forgotten River, swung the plastic black sword, slashed out one by one, and rushed into the Forgotten River with all his strength.
This kind of power, which has absolutely zero damage to the entity, fell into it, but cut a sword mark in the water that stretched for dozens of miles.
The water rolled open on both sides, like a crack opening in the earth.
After a while, the crack that had been cut closed again, and the water surface returned to calm.
Qin Yang waited quietly to see if there was any reaction from the other party.
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The man looked at the crack above his head, feeling what he looked like at the moment, and thinking about how to get out. It was just a pure memory that had lost its bearing, and could not exist outside the River of Forgetfulness.
Now that he has opened the gap, he is waiting for his former subordinates to come and lead him.
While he was waiting quietly, a sword mark several miles long appeared on the river, and the river water automatically rolled to both sides.
But after a moment, the river water fell again and calmness returned.
The man was slightly startled, a little surprised that someone over there could influence over here.
In other words, his actions just now also affected that area, and someone noticed it and responded to him.
The man pondered for a moment, then gently raised his toes again and tapped lightly on the water. The ripples spread out and set off another huge wave. With him as the center, it spread to the surroundings and ran for dozens of miles before calming down.
Qin Yang waited for half an hour, and finally saw again, circles of ripples appearing, spreading for several miles and then disappearing.
This is the response given by the other party.
As soon as he thought of this, Qin Yang used the plastic black sword as a pen and kept slashing it on the water, using ancient characters to write large characters that were several miles long.
"Are you Fujun?"
The man opposite didn't answer directly. As soon as he had an idea, he touched the surface of the water with his pointing pen, and the water surface automatically surged, and several large square characters appeared.
"Who are you?"
Qin Yang looked at the surging water surface, which vaguely turned into three words of handwriting, and then disappeared in an instant.
He immediately understood that the person on the other end must be Mr. Fu, and only he could exert such influence on Wangchuan.
Qin Yang took a breath and continued to write with his sword, cutting out a line of words.
"I am your uncle!"
A meaningless curse, but it was the best way to release the breath he had been holding for a long time.
Qin Yang scolded the other party, but the other party didn't seem to take it seriously. He wasn't annoyed at all and asked instead.
"Have I ever offended you? I hope you will tell me my identity."
"When I go back, you'll know why when you see me."
"Then I'm waiting for your arrival."
"Do you know how to get back from the Realm of the Dead?"
The man looked at this line and was silent for a long time. He was just a memory of me, and many things were unclear.
But now he also felt that the person opposite seemed extremely shameless.
Just after scolding him and asking him to wait, he turned around and asked him how he came back.
To be honest, in the memory he has now, he has never seen such a shameless person.
But considering the tone of this person's words, it doesn't seem like he has a big grudge against me. It's more like he's been implicated by me and has resentment in his heart. And judging from the other person's words, he knew it when he met him, and he might be acquainted with me.
After pondering for a moment, the man wrote another line of words on the water.
"It's not very clear. Maybe water veins are the key. Try a few water veins yourself."
Qin Yang watched the line of words disappear and confirmed again that the person facing him was not the Lord of the Palace, but probably just a memory left in Wangchuan. He didn't know much.
After thinking this, Qin Yang once again chopped out a line of big characters.
"When your true self appears, tell him that I helped him get out of a lot of trouble, big trouble!"
This time, the other party did not reply. Qin Yang held the plastic black sword in his hand and looked at the three people.
The three guys looked horrified, and Wu Yan was the first to speak.
"Your Excellency, you should be able to cut off our memories just now."
"Yes, we don't want to know anything. Please do us a favor and delete the memory of just now." Old Man Burian quickly agreed, being very polite.
"Little brother, please do me a favor, we really don't want to know anything." The red owl's tone also sounded a little pleading.
After saying that, the three people stretched out their hands to condense the memories just now, and looked at Qin Yang eagerly one by one.
The three of them are not good at surviving until today. Of course, they understand that sometimes knowing too much is of no benefit at all.
Changing places, they themselves felt that if evil thoughts arose out of thin air, directly killing the three of them and silencing them would be the most thorough way.
The best secret is that it no longer exists.
If they were in Qin Yang's position, they would still have a powerful weapon against the memory school.
It was also discovered by the people hiding in the River of Forgetfulness of the Memory School that this thing can kill the people hiding in the River of Forgotten.
Nine times out of ten, they will not be willing to trust each other.
If you believe that the other party is a complete stranger, you will put yourself in danger and place extremely high expectations on the other party's credibility and morality.
As for what Qin Yang said, he is eager for justice and kind-hearted...
They will just feel horrified.
Now, without waiting for Qin Yang to say anything, they took the initiative to speak, as if asking for help, and the steps were shoved under Qin Yang's feet.
This still shows that Qin Yang is not a treacherous or extremely selfish person, so they dare to do this.
And I still have to do it, this is already the best choice.
Qin Yang looked at these three people, raised his eyebrows, and sighed secretly.
Sure enough, there are really not many people who can live a long time without being reckless.
In fact, he really doesn't care that the other person knows these things.
He even wanted to regard the other party as a witness to prove that the real prince was still living in the world of the living.
Transfer all the hatred caused by Fu Jun.
After thinking about it, Qin Yang almost understood what these three guys were thinking and didn't bother to explain.
We are all strangers, so don’t trust anyone too much, and everyone should be at ease.
Anyway, it doesn't matter whether you want to behead or not, it doesn't matter.
As soon as the thought came to mind, the three swords slashed through, and the spheres formed by the memories condensed by the three of them were all destroyed.
After being killed, Qin Yang's figure disappeared from the spot.
The three people who stayed in place recovered after being slightly startled.
They looked at each other and fell silent.
"Why did we come out?" the red owl asked doubtfully.
"I'm missing a piece of memory." Old Man Mi frowned.
"I'm missing two paragraphs." Wuyan said in a deep voice: "It should be that we met someone before. We met him and knew something, and he would cause a lot of trouble, so he was killed. The other party had this
His ability is not directed at us, we should get along pretty well, and that person should be a well-educated person who is easy to talk to."
Red Owl and Old Man Burian thought for a moment and breathed a sigh of relief. It was obvious that they had survived the disaster.
"Why are you missing two paragraphs?" Red Owl glanced at Wuyan, pondered for a moment, and was a little shocked: "You couldn't be the one who took advantage of that person, right?"
After the words fell, the red owl hurriedly chirped a few times and muttered.
"You said the wrong thing, bah."
Wu Yan was silent for a moment, and his tone became lower.
"I fell at the hands of a peerlessly powerful man. His image was planted in my heart and became my nightmare. Even after my fall, I threw myself into the River of Forgetfulness to avoid disaster. I couldn't get rid of it.
One day, if I walk out of Wangchuan, he will definitely sense me.
Now, the nightmare he planted in my heart is gone.
What the red owl said must be correct. I didn't dare to say his name or mention it. Before that, I didn't dare to mention it for fear that the nightmare would emerge and trigger that person's reaction.
Therefore, I should have borrowed the power of the person just now, but I didn't say it.
It's a pity that I owe you a favor, but none of us can remember who the other person is."
"I think the most likely person to have this kind of ability is one person." Old Man Burian pointed at Wangchuan at his feet.
This is the founder of Wangchuan, Fujun.
Speaking of this, the red owl looked at one of the branch veins, and after sensing it carefully, he looked shocked.
"The guy who calls himself Fu Jun has disappeared."
"Wu Yan, you are not really right, are you? He is really part of Fu Jun's memory left here? What on earth did we just know?" Old Man Mi was a little shocked.
"I don't know, I don't want to know, let alone guessing." Wuyan dropped a sentence, dispersed, and disappeared into the River of Forgetfulness again.
"You're right. If you know too much, you will die quickly."
The three of them merged back into the River of Forgetfulness one after another and no longer thought about it too much.
But in fact, they all had a guess. They had just met Mr. Fu, and Mr. Fu had taken back the memory of being abandoned here.
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If Qin Yang knew what those stubborn guys would do, he would probably chop them all to death and pull them down.
As soon as I got the real deal, I felt relieved. These guys started making wild guesses and went back.
We followed the Forgotten River all the way and made a small circle around it to the next water vein, the Burial River.
There is nothing here, it is as pure as the Wangchuan River that I saw for the first time.
Qin Yang jumped into the Burial River and took a bath. By the way, he upgraded the water body obtained by integrating into the Burial River, but he gained nothing.
Continuing around for a small half circle, we came to the Huangquan Water Vein.
Qin Yang stood on the bank of Huangquan, a little surprised.
He originally thought that there would be nothing in the underworld, but he never expected that the countless ghosts and resentful spirits in the underworld were just like a group of carp lacking oxygen, jumping crazily on the water surface, as if they wanted to escape.
Qin Yang followed it for a while and found a whirlpool in the center of the boundless underworld, where a steady stream of resentful spirits and ghosts rushed out.
Feeling the breath of Huangquan, Qin Yang's heart beat wildly, and the uncontrollable joy emerged in his heart.
After going around in a circle, we visited Weishui, Wangchuan, and Burial. Unexpectedly, the Underworld can actually be connected to the Underworld in the world of the living.
He almost couldn't hold it back and went straight into hell.
He was able to calm down because he saw the three bodies of his youth walking out of the whirlpool step by step.
The moment Sanshen walked out, she noticed Qin Yang. Her eyes crossed the space from the center of Huangquan River and fixed on Qin Yang.
She just glanced at Qin Yang calmly, ignored him, and walked to the shore of Huangquan, wanting to step out.
One of her feet had already been raised, stepping out of the underworld. She frowned slightly, and a complicated look began to appear in her eyes.
She murmured to herself.
"I can't let go."
Her feet were frozen there, and then she slowly retracted her feet and stood on the edge of the underworld again.
Qin Yang secretly breathed a sigh of relief, and his heart almost started beating again.
Thanks to his dramatic change in temperament, aura, strength, etc., are all different from what he was in life. The most important thing is that he is wearing a vest.
Qin Yang was secretly glad that he had to wear a vest, otherwise.
If Sanshen comes out, he will definitely be the first person to be killed.
To be honest, he doesn't even know now whether Sanshen Dao Lord is considered dead or not.
He also didn't know what kind of strength the young Sanshen in front of him had and what kind of strength he could display here.
Think about it carefully, when Sanshen was still alive, one person suppressed the entire wilderness, brought fear to every living thing, and made all races and forces target them together. In the end, he managed to kill Sanshen by cheating.
body.
His strength and intimidation in all aspects are definitely higher than those of Emperor Ying at his peak.
Even if it's only part of it, it's better to hide it.
After so long, Qin Yang couldn't help but feel like he wanted to pull her out when he saw the other person's iconic bangs again.
His strength is no longer what it used to be. The young Sanshen does nothing, but it can still influence him.
To be honest, when he sees a girl with cute bangs, he will subconsciously feel that she is not easy to mess with, and his body will instinctively tighten up, ready to explode at any time.
Qin Yang retreated quietly to distance himself, so it was best to distance himself.
Even if he sees Huang Quan now, it seems that it can really lead to the world of the living, Qin Yang does not dare to step into it.
This young Sanshen came out from there, but he still couldn't get out of hell. He didn't feel that he was stronger than Sanshen.
It’s better to take a long-term approach, get it thoroughly figured out first, and then proceed after completing the risk assessment.
Don't rush this moment.
Although he felt that Huang Quan used his obsession to trap people, with his current strength, he could already exploit loopholes to get out.
As long as the rules for trapping people in the Underworld River are the same as those in the Underworld in the Realm of the Dead, then he will have no problem.
I'm afraid that a slight difference will turn into a huge difference.
Qin Yang was about to leave and go look for the legendary Sea of Blood to see what was going on there. He had visited all four water veins, so there was no reason why the Sea of Blood should not go there.
Chatting with the guy who was most likely a part of Fu Jun, the other person told me to check out the water veins. Now it seems that the water veins are indeed the way out.
The girl standing on the bank of Huangquan turned her head and looked at Qin Yang, seemingly curious.
"I think I've seen you before."
Qin Yang paused and looked back, meeting those eyes that were as pure as glass and spotless.
A sense of guilt and guilt naturally arose in his heart. How could he cruelly throw such a girl into hell?
"Fuck!" Qin Yang shouted, forcibly shattering the trace of guilt and guilt.
He continued to retreat a distance, not daring to take another look.
I muttered fiercely in my heart.
Looks good, isn’t it amazing?
It looks very comfortable, isn't it?
Pure as glass, amazing?
After reciting silently, a thought naturally emerged in Qin Yang's mind.
"Sorry, good-looking is great."
Qin Yang covered his face and continued to retreat.
It's over, but the impact still can't be completely eliminated.
"Sister, you got the wrong person. I have a more popular face, and everyone feels friendly to me." Qin Yang said casually.
"Then do you know how to get out of here?"
"You know, as long as you let go, you can come out casually."
"But I can't let go." The girl murmured to herself, her tone becoming a little low.
Qin Yang opened his mouth, but couldn't hold it back. When he blurted out how to take advantage of the loophole, he quickly covered his disobedient mouth, turned around and ran away.