"I can't believe that Zhao Wushuang is still an Earth Master.
He is really powerful.
During the fighting competition, he was only at the stage of refining Qi and transforming into God.
Now he is in the middle stage of refining Qi and transforming into God.
He has broken through two levels in a row.
Ordinary cultivators may not be able to break through to a certain level in more than ten years.
I don’t know what chance they have.”
I sighed with emotion.
Huang Changshou said: "Didn't you also break through to the middle stage of refining qi and transforming into a god?
This is not surprising.
Sometimes in life, everything must be fate."
"Godfather" Bai Mei screamed again.
"Haha, soul sister, what's going on?"
Huang Changshou's intoxicated body trembled slightly.
Bai Mei said: "There are two doubts that I don't understand.
First, I can understand that Zhao Wushuang came in.
After all, he is also of Chinese descent.
How could Miyamoto Zangichi sneak into the Nanzong Immortal Festival?
It is too lax.
Secondly, what are the piles of bones these guys are carrying?
You just mentioned robbing tombs.
Whose tombs are you robbing?
Are there graves in the underworld?"
Huang Changshou said: "It's nothing.
There is only one restriction on the Nanzong Immortal Festival itself, that is, cultivators below the level of Refining God and Returning to the Void can enter.
There are no restrictions on nationality.
Chengdong Qingxin is higher than the sky, and the place where the sun shines is , are regarded by him as the shore of the earth, and Fuso Onmyoji is no exception.
As for the pile of bones, they are naturally witches.
There are graves in the mountains behind Juehun Ridge that contain the bones of the ghost ghosts.
This soulless ghost ghost can restore life.
Even if a person dies and his body is destroyed, he can be reborn if his soul is summoned.
However, the skills of the Wu clan are extremely high.
It is definitely not something that people like Xiao Ke can hunt, so these two guys are going to steal some bones from others, which are the best materials to make an immortal kid."
"Oh, so that's it," Bai Mei sighed.
"Daddy, these two guys are so bad, why didn't you kill them just now?"
Bai Mei continued to ask.
Huang Changshou chuckled and said: "As the little devil said, he and I had no grudges in the past, but we have no grudges these days.
It's just that he is a mean-mouthed person, and the crime will not lead to death.
In addition, Zhao Wushuang's Siamese master also has some friendship with me.
Just go up to them, there is no need to kill them all."
While we were talking, we had already arrived at the back mountain of Juehun Ridge.
On the hillside of the back mountain, there was indeed a large area of densely packed grave mounds.
The soulless ghosts had been living here for thousands of years, and the dead of all generations were buried here. , row after row, spectacular.
A few miles southeast of the back mountain, there is a wide and long river full of blood-stained pus, exuding an extremely pungent stench, with unidentifiable human tissues and organs floating on it, as well as bones, hair, etc., flowing slowly The movement is like an enhanced version of Asan Ganges, which is unbearable to look at.
On the congested and dirty river, the death shadow was like a hazy mist, and there was indescribable nausea and nausea.
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Colorful strange crow-like birds were flying around, biting the debris floating on the river. body.
"It's disgusting.
This place is simply a garbage dump in the underworld."
Bai Mei covered her nose in disgust.
Huang Changshou said with a smile: "The Forgotten River surrounds the entire Shadow Mountain Mountain Range.
Every time you come to a hell hall, it is the dirtiest section.
What you see here are the ghosts who have been tortured in the fifth hall of living hell." , are discharged from the sewers of hell, and then flow back into the chasm of hell.
When they return to the living hell, they return to their normal ghost form and suffer in this way forever. " "Oh my God, this is so cruel," I trembled.
Huang Changshou sneered: "The Fifth Hall of Cruelty and the Great Hell are considered good.
When you see the Wangchuan River next to a certain hell is so clear, that hell is called cruel."
"How do you say this?"
I asked confused.
Huang Changshou said: "The torment of ghosts in hell is divided into eighteen levels according to the degree of pain.
People in the world don't know it.
They all think that the structure of hell is like a tube tower.
One layer after another, the more painful it is as you go down.
In fact, this is not the case.
The layers only refer to time.
And the concept of pain, all hell, is on the same plane, for example, you are sentenced to 500 years. , you may go to the first level of hell, and you will be sentenced to 1,000 years, and you may go to the second level of hell, and so on, layer by layer, the higher the level of hell, the shorter the time for the injured soul to rest, you If you reach the eighteenth level of hell, the pain will be endless and there will be no stopping moment, so there will be no body parts flowing out.”
"In other words, the remaining bodies in the river are actually lucky.
They can take advantage of the time when the river water flows back to take a short rest," Bai Mei said in horror.
Huang Changshou said: "Yes, the further you go to hell, the faster the river flows and the shorter the rest time.
If you go to the Infernal Abi Hell, where you are suffering every moment, the river water will naturally be clear.
When you get there, the exhaust will be No more rows, the knife cuts it and it grows immediately, the fire burns it and it recovers immediately, it grows and burns at the same time.”
The words about longevity made my cerebral cortex convulse.
It was so terrible that it would be better for Puzhi and those monks from Fenxiang Valley to save the dead from the suffering of hell.
"What kind of birds are those that eat carrion?"
Bai Mei asked curiously.
Huang Changshou said: "That is the voiceless tail sparrow in hell.
It is said to be the remnant soul of the dead daughter of Emperor Yama.
It does not eat carrion, but pecks open the scabs that grow on the body, increasing the infection of the wound.
It’s painful, I don’t know why I do this.”
"I'm so perverted," I sighed, but I was extremely excited inside.
Isn't this voiceless tail sparrow what Yinniang is looking for so hard?
Yinniang has already obtained the second of the three wonders of the underworld, the only one missing is this voiceless tail sparrow.
Thinking of this, I quickly moved forward, activated the general outline of the thunder method, and used a huge power grid, like catching one of Yin Niang's back.
"What are you doing?"
Huang Changshou slapped my head hard.
"Daddy, my wife likes this kind of thing.
I want to catch one and bring it back to the world to give to him."
I responded, rubbing my head.
"If you don't want to live anymore and want to die, then die yourself, don't involve me in it," Huang Changshou shouted angrily.
"Daddy, is this bird very powerful?"
Bai Mei asked in surprise.
Huang Changshou snorted angrily: "It's not a question of whether it's powerful or not.
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It's the soul of the beloved daughter of the Emperor of Yama.
If you catch it, King of Yama will let you go."
"Oh, so that's what it is.
Can I take a drop of its essence and blood?
Just a drop of blood without harming its life."
I asked worriedly.
Huang Changshou sneered and said: "Okay, when I leave, you can stay here and take whatever you want."
When I heard this, I gasped.
It seemed that the task that Yin Niang had to complete was not easy.
This voiceless tail sparrow was the soul of King Yama's daughter.
Taking a drop of its essence and blood was tantamount to breaking ground on Tai Sui's head.
"Daddy, I just want to ask.
It's okay if I don't catch him."
I put away the power grid and said awkwardly.
Huang Changshou let out a long sigh: "My child, curiosity killed the cat.
Don't be idle for a long time.
You can't even wipe your butt clean now, but you actually want to catch birds for your wife to play with."
After that, we continued to move forward and walked to the bank of the dirty and smelly Wangchuan River.
As Huang Changshou said, the remains in the river were all moving, and they were still breathing "sheny" slightly, and the organs were bulging.
It was indescribably terrifying and disgusting.
In the broken gums, the blood-red tongue kept rolling, and the intestines and stomach shrank back and forth like a catfish.
"Look, it's a living person.
A living person is here too."
The man opened and closed his jaw and actually spoke.
"Yes, it is indeed a living person.
Heck, I have forgotten what a person is.
I only know that I am a piece of meat."
A fallen eyeball rolled among the carrion.
"Don't listen to their endless chatter.
The dead souls in the Wangchuan River are the most deceptive.
They will trick you into going down with them to live in the hell and suffer.
When we are on the road later, don't look back, let alone look down.
Keep facing.
Move forward," Huang Changshou warned.
"Oh," I swallowed nervously, remembering that when Taoist Cuiyu asked me to return to my soul, it was because of my lack of firmness that I almost became a lonely ghost.
Huang Changshou got off my back, coughed twice and continued: "In addition, you can only walk on this ancient road of reincarnation alone.
No one can help you.
You have to rely entirely on your own thoughts.
That soul girl must also do it on her own."
Walk."
After saying that, he raised his hand and muttered something in his mouth.
A stream of white smoke came out from between my eyebrows.
The white charm was pulled out by Huang Changshou, and it fell to the ground and turned into a woman's form.
Huang Changshou's eyes narrowed at Bai Mei's body, and he immediately regained his composure and said: "Sister Soul, even if you are a ghost, if you want to return to the earth, you can only go by yourself, and you can't help Ronger. " "Godfather, I know," Bai Mei said.
Huang Changshou patted me on the shoulder: "Rong'er, godfather is not kidding you.
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If you are not strong-willed and fall into this river of forgetfulness, I can't save you.
You can only wait until 2500 years before you can return to the river again."
As a human being in reincarnation, no one can say how many times he will be tortured during this period."
I nodded firmly: "Godfather, don't worry, I know what's going on."
"Then I really hope that you and my daughter can see each other again in the earthly world," Huang Changshou still looked at me with some worry.
It was nothing to rub, but letting him do it like this made me so nervous that my anus tightened.
At this time, the group of voice-tailed sparrows pecking at the scabs of corpses suddenly hovered above my head, whirring in a large area, as if they were being tempted by some kind of temptation and lingered for a long time.
This made me even more nervous.
It felt as if I was a dying person and vultures were eagerly waiting to eat my body.
"Daddy, where is the ancient path of reincarnation?"
Bai Mei asked curiously.
Huang Changshou nodded, threw out a spell, and said, "The road is at your feet."
The talisman flew to the Wangchuan River and burned into powder.
Then, a straight single-plank bridge appeared on the river.
The single-plank bridge was only as thick as a telegraph pole and led straight to the other side of the river.
The wide Styx River and Forgotten River could not be seen clearly how wide it was.
Where the mist was misty, the water waves and mist could not be exhausted. 8":