"This underworld operates independently.
We can't get out.
We don't want to completely die, and we don't want to be swallowed up.
We can only join in with this fake Yama.
The old ghost with the goatee was trembling on the ground and kept mourning.
"Gaara" In contrast, Qing Yanghuan's eyes fell on the fake King Yama who was sealed between the dimensions.
Until this moment, he had not felt the slightest bit of Jialuo aura from him.
Instead, the rich Yin Qi continued to overflow.
Scattered out, rolling like a river.
Lord Jialuo III is an existence that shocks the past and present.
The three worlds talk about the past, present and next lives.
According to legend, Lord Jialuo III lived in the era of three masters.
He is knowledgeable about the past and present and plans for the future.
There are even rumors that the Third World Lord of the Jialuo Clan is the Holy Lord in charge of the Jialuo Kingdom, but no one has ever confirmed this rumor, and no one can confirm it.
Knowing the past and present, this is a frightening magical power.
If there is the thought of the Third Lord Jia Luo in the fake Yama in this town, then today's scene may have been planned by him. frightened "I am the Yama of the Tenth Palace, and you deserve the punishment of the Eighteen Hells."
Regarding being sealed, the counterfeit Yama was still filled with yin energy and kept roaring, without any signs of being exposed.
"Everything the old ghost said is true.
If there is a lie, you will definitely bear the punishment of eighteen hells."
"Where is King Yama?"
Qingyang Huan completely sealed the fake Yama.
Without the leader, the many lonely ghosts that had previously surrounded both sides of the mountain range, except for those who had been affected and disappeared, there were only a few dozen figures left.
At this moment, these ghosts and ghosts who were still majestic before seemed to have lost their souls, crawling on the ground in Qingyang Huan's eyes.
For example, the black and white two who came escorting Qingyang Huan were pretending to be Wu Chang, and even shivered on the ground.
Their original black and white Wu Chang appearance also disappeared, turning into two lean ghosts, holding the broken black and white Wu Chang in their hands.
The magic weapon was presented respectfully.
Just like pretending to be the King of Yama, it is precisely because he obtained the weapons of black and white that he can evolve into the image of black and white.
"Sir, the kid really doesn't know where Lord Yama is, otherwise how could he be coerced by a fake Yama."
"Sir, please forgive me, we really don't know."
"have no idea."
Dozens of ghostly shadows were crawling around, all of them crying and holding Qingyang Huan's thigh.
"alright" In an instant, the ghosts were shocked, and their heads were almost buried in the cracked earth.
As lonely souls, they had been wandering for too long.
Ever since they succumbed to the false Yama, they had lost their backbone, and they only thought about how they could survive.
Live in this state.
"Where was the crown of Yama found?"
After a pause, Qingyang Huan's eyes searched for the lonely ghost at his feet, and his voice sounded like thunder.
"I know, it's under the Naihe Bridge."
At this moment, before the old man with the goatee could speak, the person who had previously dressed up as Hei Wuchang spoke first.
Naihe under the bridge At this time, Qingyanghuan thought of the fake Meng Po, but found that she had disappeared long ago.
"Mother Meng has long since fled back to her hometown of Naihe Bridge."
"Where is the Naihe Bridge?"
He grabbed a wild ghost casually, and Qingyang Huan wrapped it up and disappeared into the thick Yin Qi.
Looking at the direction where Qingyang Huan disappeared, the lonely ghosts who survived by chance seemed to be paralyzed with fear.
Looking at each other, they looked at each other.
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"Judge, what should we do next, sir?"
A wild ghost looked at the old ghost with the goatee and asked.
"It's no longer enough to pretend to be a sinister official."
As soon as the old goat ghost spoke, his triangular beard curled up and down, and his eyes shone with an inexplicable divine light.
"If you work hard, you might actually be able to become an underworld officer.
Let's all see our own opportunities."
After finishing his words, the old goat ghost grabbed the broken writing brush in his hand, and his whole body floated into the thick Yin Qi mist, which was exactly the direction Qingyang Huan left earlier.
Being able to serve as a judge under the fake Yama Luo, even in name only, is enough to show that the old ghost has something on his mind.
In addition to their respective strengths, the more important reason why they can pretend to be the officials of the Yin Division is that every wild ghost who pretends to be the official of the Yin Division has a broken ancient artifact of the Yin Division in their hands.
For example, the seductive rope in the hands of Black and White Impermanence, although it is a broken iron chain, is engraved with some marks belonging to the real Black and White Impermanence, so that they can be transformed into their appearance.
After tearing through the dense fog, Qingyang Huan saw in his eyes a winding and turbid river with all kinds of bones floating on the river, as well as rotting corpses and even struggling ghosts.
The mist drifted on the river, and the cold wind came, constantly turning into dancing ghost figures.
In addition, on both sides of the Huangquan River, bright red flowers on the other side were swaying.
In the middle of Bianhua, there is a winding path.
The soul-calling lamp floats in mid-air, trembling and swaying, followed by a long ghost shadow, with dull eyes moving forward as the soul-calling bell rings.
Puff puff puff While walking, the bright red flower bones of the Bianhua flower on both sides of the path suddenly opened and swallowed one of them from between the ghosts.
For a while, the blood color on the petals became more brilliant.
There are also ghosts who have escaped the guidance of the spiritual lamp and want to break through the flowers on the other side and cross the Huangquan River, but they will be directly attacked by many flowers on the other side.
Even if they are lucky enough to pass the attack of the flowers on the other side, there are still ferocious beast shadows under the Huangquan River. looming.
"Legend has it that some souls who have fallen into the underworld are unwilling to drink Mengpo soup and forget their past, so they want to cross the Huangquan River halfway so that they don't have to cross the Naihe Bridge."
Gui Buxian looked at a wild ghost rushing through the flowers on the other side.
As soon as he entered the Huangquan River, he was hit by a fish with fins on his back, dozens of feet long, fine black scales all over his body, smooth and shiny, and four legs under his belly.
The monster with four toes and a dark red horn on its forehead was swallowed in one gulp.
"I didn't expect that the underworld would be shattered and the water ghosts in the Yellow Spring River would still exist."
Gui Buxian saw the ghosts in the Huangquan River and murmured to himself.
"Legend has it that these guys were transformed by evil spirits.
They had committed many sins during their lifetimes, so they were not allowed to enter the reincarnation.
They were punished as beasts in the underworld to prevent those souls who wanted to cross the underworld secretly."
Qingyang Huan's eyes glanced at these water ghosts and then retracted.
His eyes looked towards the distance of the Huangquan River.
A hazy stone bridge spanned the two banks of the Huangquan.
The Yellow Spring River flows out from the endless depths, and it is impossible to see where it flows.
Qingyang Huan feels that once his spiritual will enters the thick mist in the distance, it is like a mud cow entering the sea, without any movement.
"The Naihe Bridge is really broken."
Suddenly, Qingyang Huan's eyes narrowed and his expression became solemn.
He saw that the Naihe Bridge spanning both sides of the Yellow Spring had a huge and ferocious crack in the middle, and even the arch stones under the bridge were broken.
But it has been broken, reincarnation is blocked I can't cross the Naihe Bridge.
The appearance of Naihe Bridge is just like an ordinary stone bridge in the wilderness, without any grandeur.
The mottled stones are covered with black spots eroded by the years, one after another, thick and heavy.
"Ah Huan, look at the bridge."
On the broken Naihe Bridge, a hazy divine light intertwined and formed a talisman to connect the Naihe Bridge.
The soul-calling lamp led a group of lonely ghosts to step onto the Xiunaihe Bridge.
Along the connected bridge, they crossed After crossing Naihe Bridge, we entered darkness.
The six paths of reincarnation are in his hands.
Qingyang Huan certainly understands that these lonely ghosts who crossed the Naihe Bridge are naturally not reincarnated.
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However, these lonely ghosts disappeared into the darkness one by one, as if there was a terrifying giant beast there, swallowing everything.
"Drink a bowl of Meng Po soup."
The old woman's voice sounded at this time, and she picked up the purple gold bowl in her hand and walked towards the ghosts across the bridge.
All the ghosts who touched the purple gold bowl were all included in the purple gold bowl.
In the bowl.
Not sure if it was his own imagination, Qing Yanghuan felt that this fake Meng Po seemed to be afraid of getting close to the rune that connected the broken bridge.
"Something weird."
"Young man, this is the Yin Division.
You shouldn't come here.
The unique rules of the Yin Division operate here.
Leave."
At this time, Po Meng, who was standing at the end of Naihe Bridge, raised her eyes and looked at Qingyang Huan again, but this time she did not let him drink Meng Po soup.
"Who the hell are you?"
"I'm a wild ghost" Po Meng's eyes were as red as blood, dripping with blood, but her hand did not stop, and kept passing it towards the lonely souls in the past.
Anyone who touched the purple and gold bowl was still taken in.
"Old woman, where is that place over the bridge?
Where have all these lonely ghosts gone?"
Gui Buxian popped up and asked innocently.
"The underworld hates turtles.
They live too long."
The fake Meng Po rolled her eyes, and then said: "The underworld has become fake, and Yama has been sealed by you.
Where do you think these lonely souls have gone?"
What In an instant, Qingyang Huan's mind changed.
Garo "Have all these lonely ghosts gone to the Garo Kingdom?"
Gui Buxian also realized that the Purifying Holy Light of the Jialuo Clan not only has a purifying effect on flesh and blood, but also has a purifying effect on souls and other souls, and even the Jialuo method has been practiced to an extreme. , and can even reshape the golden body and reincarnate from death.
Looking at each other, Gui Buxian saw a hidden worry in Qingyang Huan's eyes, and now things were getting serious.
These lonely ghosts wandering around the world, no matter what the reasons were during their lifetime, turned into souls after their death, and then were sucked into this small world that operates independently, and then were guided into the hands of Jialuo, which is equivalent to doing something for them.
The Garo tribe has a steady stream of supplier followers.
Even in the legend, in order to reshape the Arhat's golden body, the warriors of the Jialu tribe directly martyred countless believers and turned them into firewood for the Jialuo holy fire.
The Arhat's golden body is not an ordinary fighting body.
The number of believers sacrificed in one martyrdom is countless.
Hundreds of millions
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