Under the road of no return, there are mountains of bones.

Only Nangong Hao stood quietly under it, as if he was frozen, staring at all the heads of this mountain of corpses in that position in a daze, and the hollows seemed to have some kind of magic, which made people unconsciously sink into it, and were firmly trapped by the sticky blood, which was extremely weird.

However, with the existence of the undead soil in the palm of his hand, that faint layer of yellow mangs protects Nangong Hao, which is like a certificate to enter this place, so that he can stand here safely, not to be completely corroded by the surrounding dead air, and become a member of this corpse mountain.

The reason why this place is forbidden is probably due to this reason.

"It's not like the corpses from ancient times to the present are here......! How did you gather here?" Nangong Hao was dumbfounded, looking at the extreme horror displayed in front of him, his eyes were gloomy, and there was a cool aura that unconsciously grew from the bottom of his heart, and a cold shiver eased up.

But what is clearly visible is also a terrifying bloody hand poking out from the corpse mountain, different sizes, different shapes, and even with the sharp claws of those dragons in Nangong Hao's memory, blood and flesh surging, struggling, trying their best towards Nangong Hao's location.

Nangong Hao leaned back slightly, his pupils shrank sharply, and he was frightened by this sudden scene.

A touch of red light is like a ray of hope in this gloom, gently reflected on this corpse all over the field, they all want to touch and grasp this ray of hope that belongs to them, but it is also the red light that slowly overflows from Nangong Hao's body, but it has become the only barrier for the countless bloody hands.

It's close at hand, but it's out of reach.

Even between the sticky bloodlines, you can clearly feel the sudden explosion of powerful aura fluctuations, and there are countless painful wails, roars, begging, and longing......

Countless emotions are intertwined, like the flavors of life. But they were obviously already some white bone corpses, but they were still alive, and the sharp aura fluctuations were even more than Nangong Hao's cognition, far above Fang Qianling and Chuan Enhao's level, and there was more than one, it was tens of thousands.

A spirit infant that transcends the realm of elixir......

That was the detachment that Fang Qianling had been pursuing all their lives!

"The detached existence is also all dead here, this is their soul!" Nangong Hao was shocked to realize that since the conversation with Fang Qianling, he also had a certain conjecture about the soul, after all, he had experienced that state, experienced the pain of physical separation, and being at the mercy of others.

"What are they going to do when they are trapped here?The entrance to the Qingling Secret Realm is controlled by Mu, he must only know about the situation here, and Fang Qianling has also been here...... What do they know, and what does it have to do with their almost crazy pursuit of detachment?"

I can't imagine!

Nangong Hao was excited, and his thoughts were quickly withdrawn, and he didn't dare to think about it anymore, and with his current strength, it was not good to think too much......

Nangong Hao exhaled lightly, hurriedly took a few steps back, and hurriedly returned to the location of the stone tablet, and returned to the entrance of the point of no return, the existence of this dead domain has made Nangong Hao sure that the Yellow Spring must flow here.

After some hesitation, he still took a step, and the red glow on his body because of the flashing of those bloody hands made Nangong Hao feel a little relieved, the flowers on the other side came from the Yellow Spring, and he could still give Nangong Hao a certain amount of protection, and now he also needed the certificate of immortal soil to enter this place.

But it was just one step, the moment Nangong Hao stepped on it, the long road to the edge of the sky was so shortened, and the strong vicissitudes of life revealed the precipitation of the years, as if opening the world, the bright light made Nangong Hao unable to open his eyes, and the scene in front of him changed instantly.

The dead air is blowing in the face, and the sound of water is like thunder and shaking the sky!

The moment he opened his eyes, he froze in place, his palms trembled, his eyes flashed, and he stared at the transformed scene.

The wind howled violently, like a lone wolf raising its head and wailing, revealing indescribable resentment, and the gradually blood-red sky was even more like falling, about to fall into the sound of the rumbling water.

The turbid Yellow River came from the sky, and the junction of heaven and earth poured down, majestic atmosphere, the waves hit the shore more like thunder rolling, bringing a large amount of dusk water and air to rise, and the cold and dead air shrouded Nangong Hao's whole body.

He stood on the shore of the Yellow Spring, bearing the indescribable impact of death, but he did not move.

In that yellow spring, there was no black paper figure, and instead there were thousands of stumps and severed bodies, which continued to gush out from the bottom of the turbid river, and swirled up along the countless undercurrents of this section of the river, and were completely crushed by the strong current.

Countless wails arose, and the trapped souls in those corpses were also shattered, this place was like a meat grinder, and the ghostly heavy gasps continued to echo in Nangong Hao's ears, and from time to time a few greedy screams were mixed with this turbulent wave.

Just like when he was in the corpse mountain, countless bloody hands and withered claws scrambled to poke out of the water, attracted by the red glow on Nangong Hao's body, and they just wanted to touch it at all.

But the Yellow River, which swept violently, mercilessly cut off all their thoughts, and the flesh and blood were crushed, and even the bones were crushed into bloody mud and sank to the bottom.

There was a steady stream of corpses, and every moment there were new flesh and bones, which seemed to come from the mountain of corpses, and were relied on to keep these corpses replenished, and little by little their last bit of strength was completely squeezed clean, completely integrated into the river, and merged with the dead air.

The rest of the sinking blood mud is mixed with those sediments, forming a large number of black particles restless, under the rush wash, clinging to more yellow sand, self-gluing into a familiar black paper figure of Nangong Hao, with different expressions, strange and strange, struggling in this yellow spring, but each paper figure stared at Nangong Hao, still thinking about Nangong Hao's location.

Nangong Hao's scalp was numb, and he witnessed the birth of these paper figures, he had several layers of goosebumps all over his body, and the clothes on his back were completely soaked with cold sweat, and his hairs stood on end.

Nangong Hao's shore is life, and death in the river!

Life and death are separated, the red glow on Nangong Hao's body is hope, don't think about it, the madness of so many corpses also proves that the flower on the other side is very important to them now, and it is very likely that it is the key to getting rid of the status quo, so that the countless paper people and corpses do their best to touch it.

But all in vain.

What awaits them is still the endless Yellow Spring, which can never return to heaven and earth, and the Yellow Spring is like purgatory, tormenting for a lifetime!

Flowers on the other side, flowers on the other side, and the other side of the ...... It's life and death!