This is a gray passage that looks like gray, fog, smoke, and clouds. Like an endless causeway, the wind roars on both sides, and even if you are the bravest, you will inevitably be afraid.

Enter the underworld, break the sun!

Ordinary dead souls, as soon as they enter the netherworld, are cut off from the yang world, and even memories are the same, so there is only sorrow and sorrow and confusion and fear for the future, but Rong Anran does not, he is already concerned about his father.

"Don't look back, there's no turning back!" Bai Wuchang, who never spoke when escorting the ghosts, said out perhaps out of curiosity.

"Is there really no turning back from Huangquan, but this is not Huangquan Road......" Rong Anran muttered.

"It's early, enter the palace of the king of Hell in Fengdu City, and wait for the judgment to know if you can enter Huangquan Road!"

Rong Anran couldn't help but glance at the black and white impermanence that was different from the horror and ferocity in the legend: "Then here is ......"

"Thousands of Netherworlds! Each ghost has a different path to the Netherworld, because the ten halls of Hades live here, so it is also called Fengdu!"

"Look at ......," Bai Wuchang wept and mourned the stick pointed forward.

"Netherworld--Netherworld?" A towering boundary monument appeared in front of Rong Anran's eyes.

Rong Anran looked back again, and the road he had traveled was long gone.

Looking at the Netherworld again, except for this huge boundary monument, the front was pitch black.

"Only through the Netherworld can you be considered a real ghost!" Bai Wuchang stopped his feet.

"Then I'm ...... now"

"You can only be regarded as an undead now, if you don't have three souls and seven spirits, you can't become a ghost!"

This time, there were so many words of black and white impermanence that even they didn't know why they explained so much to this little undead.

"Bringing you here is not our main task, our mission, in fact, those undead who can't enter the Netherworld, they will become the ghosts you say in the yang world. "Bai Wuchang said.

"Then you just detain it and end it?" Rong asked in confusion.

"If a person who has lost his three souls dies, even we can't feel his existence, so we have to look for it night and night, so as not to harm the yang world!"

"Then there are only two of you......"

"We're not just two of us, the Lord of the Underworld has given us thousands of incarnations!"

"Thousands of incarnations? Hades, is Hades?"

"Yo--" Bai Wuchang suddenly pressed his mouth, and he lost his words!

"How can there be so much trouble!" Black Impermanence suddenly roared, and at the same time kicked Rong Anran's ass, kicking him into the Netherworld.

"Ahh

"What a powerful soul memory this little guy has?!" Black and White Impermanence looked at each other in surprise.

I don't know how long it took, but Rong Anran, who was sweating profusely, finally quieted down.

He scrambled to open his eyes weakly: "This ...... This ......"

Rong Anran instantly forgot the pain in his soul, and his eyes widened in disbelief......

Thousands of identical faces, thousands of identical eyes staring at him in a hemispherical shape, the expressions in those eyes were exactly the same, except for shock, or consternation; if it weren't for the fact that his own chains were still in the hands of Bai Impermanence beside him, he wouldn't have been able to tell which two black and white impermanence he had brought with him.

No wonder Black and White Impermanence says that he has a million incarnations.

Looking at each pair of black and white impermanence behind him, there is an expressionless soul, although these souls are male and female, they are all the same young! Is it true that souls are never old? Rong Anran doesn't believe that so many dead souls are all young people? Is it impossible......

During the observation, Rong Anran also understood the reason why they were stunned when they looked at themselves: except for themselves, other souls did not have the feeling of having their souls torn apart like themselves, no need to ask, this must be the difference between mortals and cultivators.

"Let's go, let's go first--"

is different from other black and white impermanence, the pair of black and white impermanence that locks themselves is much more polite than others, and there is a rare smile on his face.

It's not so much about walking, it's better to drift than to go.

Although it was pitch black here, Rong Anran could see it clearly, and he believed that other souls could also see it clearly, this was the Netherworld!

It didn't take long for Rong Anran to come out of front of Rong Anran's eyes, and on a tall round cave door, five big characters were written "Netherworld Fengdu City"!

At the gate of the city, there are eight eight-sided demons with a total of sixteen evil ghosts, no, not evil ghosts, unlike what is actually described, they are not blue-faced fangs, all of them are like Pan An.

The only thing that frightened people was that the sixteen people had fierce faces, holding the steel fork obliquely with both hands, and the steel fork seemed to be stained with blood that had not dried thoroughly, and from time to time there was a disgusting fishy smell.

Cultivating the true mind first, cultivating the mind first let go of the seven emotions and six desires, Rong Anran has not been cultivating for a long time, but he has also let go of many seven emotions and six desires, under the guidance of his father, he first let go of fear, that is, he let go of the fear of death, and when he reaches the underworld, he will have no fear, no, there is still fear, but there is not so much fear!

Facing Rong Anran, who was locked by Bai Impermanence, they turned a blind eye, as if they were just stone carvings at the door.

As soon as he entered the city gate, Rong Anran saw the black sun hanging in the sky, yes, it was a black day, the sun was dark, with a faint black light, and there was no trace of heat, but it made Rong Anran feel the biting cold. Rong Anran couldn't help but shiver.

Seeing Rong Anran's puzzled eyes, Bai Wuchang explained: "This is the Netherworld, the Netherworld, the Netherworld that you talk about, you will slowly get used to it!"

There is a dark avenue in the middle, all surrounded by a gray cloud, and it is impossible to distinguish between heaven and earth, except for the countless black and white impermanence that can be seen escorting the soul, there is not a trace of sound, giving people the feeling that in addition to a lonely, it is infinitely desolate. Rong Anran temporarily put aside his thoughts about his father and asked, "This is Fengdu City?"

"Yes. Bai Wuchang did not explain further.

As he walked, the cold feeling slowly disappeared, and Rong Anran opened his eyes and searched around out of curiosity about the strange place.

Gradually, he noticed that in the distance beside the road, there was a dark cloud coiled, and it was a large cloud.

Bai Wuchang pulled Rong Anran to the left, walked towards a huge cloud, and then broke directly into the cloud.

Finally, the scenery changed, what appeared in front of Rong Anran's eyes was a grand palace made of white bones, there were four handsome evil ghosts wearing waist knives standing at the gate, and just above the palace, there was a ghostly plaque, and the plaque was written with three big characters with phosphorescence "Yama Palace".

Hei Wuchang walked to the side of the temple door and drummed, "Peng" sounded, and struck it, and the drum resounded through the clouds, deafening and long-lasting.

Rong Anran opened his mouth wide, initially adapted to the endless drum sound, looked back at the clouds behind him, and said in his heart: "It seems that this cloud can isolate the sound."

"Bring it to the temple!"

In the depths of the hall, there was a roar, and that kind of sound was strange, which once again made Rong Anran's heart beat in shock.

Soon, Rong Anran was taken to the Yama Palace, and he finally met the Ten Palaces of Yama, the four major judges, and the legendary bull head and horse face.

The ten halls of Yama are lined up, sitting on the top of the public hall, two on the left and right, and there are four major judges.

The Ten Hall Yama and the Four Great Judges were equally handsome, and they couldn't tell their age, which gave Rong Anran the feeling that they were both young anyway, and the four bull heads and four horse faces standing on both sides of the hall made him thoughtful.

Father and himself, every time Dan changes, it is a beauty once, perhaps, these ghosts and judges of the king of Hades, they should all be ghost cultivators, right? Therefore, they are so handsome and have different appearances, it is because of their preferences.

And the bull head and horse noodles should be caused by the different understanding of beauty......

The trial of Hades did not have those procedures in the world, but the judge on the right glanced at Rong Anran and opened the book of life and death......

"Rong Anran, now seven years old, has a ...... life There is no good and no evil, the seven emotions and six desires are not obvious, only showing a little hatred for his mother and a strong love for his father, all year round...... The judge read ...... all year round" with some difficulty, but finally read it out of his mouth: "One hundred and eight years old--"

"What--one hundred and eight years old?" The judge in the left hand of the Ten Hall Yama suddenly made a move, and the thick book of life and death flew towards him.

Rong Anran immediately guessed that this must be urging the judge Cui Jue, who he had seen in the book.

One hundred and eight is a special number, which has never appeared in the book of life and death, and the life span of a mortal is not allowed to appear this number, unless he is not a mortal.

But if you weren't a mortal, how could you die? Even if you did, you wouldn't enter the Netherworld?

Those cultivators were all sentenced by the immortal courts, divine courts, Buddha halls, etc., and then the strong people appointed by the underworld were detained and sent directly to serve their sentences in various places, and it was impossible for them to come from the netherworld like mortals.

Cui Jue looked at the few words in the book of life and death, and looked at the Ten Halls Yama suspiciously.

"What's going on?" it was King Qin Guang who spoke.

The ten halls of Yama are not big or small, but even if they are in the Yin Division, they also pay attention to "悌", the ten Yamas are the ten brothers, and King Qin Guang is the biggest, before he speaks, others will not open their mouths indiscriminately.

"Two questions, one is that this Rong Anran still has a long yang life, and the other is, how can his longevity be one hundred and eight......" Cui Jue did not say any more.

"Everything in the Book of Life and Death is a reflection of the Heavenly Dao, and it is impossible to fake it, you say, what is going on?" King Qin Guang looked at the nine brothers.

The other Nine Yamas didn't say anything, but shook their heads at the same time.

"Old Cui, what the hell is going on?" King Qin Guang set his eyes on Cui Jue, the urging judge, again.

"One hundred and eight, it is said that the number of heaven and earth, except for one hundred and eight stars, I have experienced one hundred and eight years in the mortal world, and there has never been a mortal who enjoys the number of one hundred and eight!" Cui Jue's eyebrows furrowed.

"Could it be that the Heavenly Evil Star has gone down to the earth to experience it again?" said another judge next to Cui Jue in a low voice.

"It shouldn't be ......" Cui Jue thought for a while and replied, "If that's the case, I won't die at the age of seven......" He shook his head uncertainly.

"Strange thing, Lao Cui, how do you say this Rong Anran is judged?" asked King Qin Guang.

Judging the whereabouts of mortals, the Ten Hall Yamas never interfered, don't look at them all sitting in the hall, it is just a formality.

Of course, they can not come, but the underworld is too boring, not so much that they are here to judge the case, but more to have fun, and today's events make them feel a little strange, but it is just strange, they don't care about the whereabouts of a mortal soul.

Therefore, except for the iron-faced and selfless King of the Five Palaces Yama, who was a little thoughtful, the others just looked at Cui Jue curiously......

No wonder a selfless Hades, an iron-masked judge.

Seeing everyone's expressions, Rong Anran understood one thing: the legends in the world are true.

"Why don't we send a messenger to heaven?" said the judge beside Cui Jue softly.

It's no wonder that judging these mortals is the judge's business, so the ten Yamas are not worried, they are worried about the four major judges, if they make a wrong judgment, they will damage their Yin Virtue.

And Rong Anran's book of life and death, except for love and hate, is blank; and one hundred and eight longevity must be related to heaven, how to judge? Besides, it is clearly written in the book of life and death that Rong Anran's longevity is one hundred and eight years old, and it is reasonable to send him back to Yang......

"No......" Cui Jue shook his head and said: "The fairy realm is easy, thirty-three days, and it can be handed over to the superintendent Tianzun, but there are three thousand holy ways, I don't know how many Buddha halls, there are countless Bodhisattva dojos, and there are also Shinto, most of the martial artists are family members, and there are many loners, where to look?"

Rong Anran's whereabouts made this iron-masked judge feel helpless for the first time, generally speaking, even if he still has Yang Shou, but when he comes to the underworld, it is impossible to return Yang.

"What kind of person is this seven-year-old Rong Anran, and whose descendant is he?"

There are so many souls coming to the underworld every day, and now the outside of the temple is overcrowded, right?

Cui Jue's heart rose with endless doubts and anxieties......