The isolated island of the Central Plains is like a piece of flesh that has been stripped off, and the earth is bitterly connected, except for a corner of the mountain that presents a hot scene, the rest of the place is shrouded in the shadow of the forest. Under the circular moat, there is an eternal dark night.

The man who had been running for days finally stopped, and he realized that the enemy's target was not him, and that such a powerful man should have caught up with him if he had been chasing him.

Returning along the same path, the hundred-zhang high cave is as open as ever, and the waterfall on the cliff not far away is still flowing. As you can imagine, the formidable enemy a few days ago stood with his sword in his hand, staring here.

The God Butcher has come after many years, does it have a clue to the Godhead?

"Master......" Li Bangcang's heart ached, and he whispered into the distance.

The arc of the Sky Splitting grew darker and darker, and the bottom of the abyss entered absolute darkness. He told himself that he could no longer wait for news, and that he had to come out of the abyss and find Master. His old man must be on the other side of the moat, in the Central Plains Jedi. Those enemies may have only recently come to understand that the most dangerous places are the safest.

With Li Bangcang's light skills, it is not difficult to climb this cliff, but he chose the most ruthless way for himself.

Drink the waterfall against the sky, use two thousand teeth as a climbing cone, chisel one step at a time, and enter the stone three inches. Don't seek easy, don't take tricks, go up against the water, and don't turn around to find a foothold.

He knew very well that he had to improve his strength as soon as possible in order to be worthy of this pair of treasure teeth and to be qualified to deal with that peerless and powerful enemy. And he believes that the best way for a person to become strong is to sharpen himself in the most difficult environment.

Limbs are used together like a wall creeper, leaving two staggered strings of chisels more than an inch wide, which is where the toes are tucked in. Every time a thousand teeth fall, it takes all their strength, otherwise they can't be steady. Every time a pit is opened, hot stone chips are splashed.

During the climb, Li Bangcang was thinking that if he could break through such a hard rock with his bare hands, he would be truly powerful, and his iron hands that had crossed the grave still needed to be practiced hard.

When he was tired of climbing, he thrust his two big teeth four or five feet across the rock wall, tied a few straw ropes, and it became a hammock. Lie down and rest for a while, regain your strength, and then continue to go up.

The waterfall is a large and violent column of water that expands through thousands of rock fissures and gradually spreads into countless trickles. If it is reversed, it is equivalent to bearing the power of hundreds of rivers entering the sea.

The higher you go, the more powerful the water becomes, and the climb becomes more difficult. In the first few days, you can lift more than 1,000 steps a day, and then drop it by half every day. Li Bangcang felt that the roast rat meat he brought was not enough to last until the end, and he only dared to eat three bites a day.

In the second half, even breathing becomes difficult, and the endless sound of water becomes all in the brain. You have to use your true qi to form a curtain to wrap your mouth and nose so that you won't suffocate to death.

I don't know how many steps I climbed, and I counted that more than 20 days may have passed. Li Wancang was already numb, and there was only one thought left - to nail a hole every three feet. His strength was getting dwindler, and he usually had to ram his fist a few times to smash a thousand teeth into the stone wall.

It seemed that he saw something stuck on a rock protrusion, and when he opened his eyes against the white water curtain, he recognized that it was a human skeleton, and thought that it should be the uncle of his junior brother.

Li Bangcang said to the white bone: "Xiaobao, he is still alive." ”

It seems that the white bone has finally ended the great regret of life, or maybe it can no longer withstand the erosion of the years and the current, and it breaks off with a "click", and falls into the abyss, rounding the red dust.

Continuing to go up, the sound of the water became louder and quieter, and Li Bangcang knew that he was about to see the light of day again. With the last of his strength he crossed the mouth of the waterfall, and he saw the sparkling surface of the river.

Standing on the shore and looking at the water, Li Bangcang found that he was not human-shaped, but his whole body was swollen, looking like a hungry corpse that had just died a few days ago. The mud shell that has been wrapped around the body for many years has long been washed away, and the hands and feet are swollen and white, and the cracks are pus-flowing, like rotten peach flesh.

It's embarrassing, but it worked. Li Bangcang stuck his teeth on the ground, knelt down with his hands on the sun, and laughed heartily. A long-lost plain wind blew, and he suddenly felt dizzy, and his eyes were dark, and then he couldn't hear anything, and he couldn't see anything, and not only that, his mouth and nose were numb and tasteless, and his body and skin didn't know whether it was hot or cold.

All his five senses were lost, but his mind was more transparent and clear than ever.

Li Bangcang laughed maniacally, lying upright by the river like a dead corpse. After three days and three nights, the "dead body" sat up from the ground, and then the dark clouds covered the top, and the sky rained down dense thunder, and he ushered in the first tribulation of his life.

There is no life-saving magic weapon or elixir, only a tired body that is overdrawn to the extreme. Li Bangcang spent three days thinking about this question of life and death.

"Master, I hope I'm not too late. With faith in the master, Li Bangcang finally led the thunder to the sky.

However, his worried master-

Since passing the ghost gate, Wulai on the Huangquan Road has been walking for a long time along the fiery flowers on the other side. There is no sun and moon in the sky, there are no nebulae, there are many high ridges and big walls, and countless lonely souls and wild ghosts wander in the black water of the mountains.

It is because people have three souls, the earth soul, the heavenly soul and the true soul, the earth soul is born by blood, the heavenly soul is the number of fortunes, and the true soul is where I am. When the yang life is over, the three souls are all together, and the book of life and death is written off, so that karma can be triggered, good and evil can be decided, and reincarnation can be judged.

For those who have died horizontally, the souls of heaven and earth are still not returned in the book of life and death, and the ten halls of Yama have never been judged, so there are many true souls who have lost their physical attachment and wander alone in the netherworld, waiting for the end of their lives.

One day in the world, one year in the underworld, this is usually tens of thousands of years, and after such a long time, the vast majority of yin spirits will even forget their real names.

Every day, there are ghosts who hold thick coupons in front of the gate of Hades to call their names, and they will not wait until they expire. A handful of respondents entered the temple, and the rest of the posts were incinerated in a sinister fire, and the names on them were completely forgotten.

Throughout the ages, there are more and more wandering spirits that have lost the opportunity to die and gathered on the Huangquan Road, they are muddy, miserable, and miserable, until the end of their life, they will disappear forever and dissolve in heaven and earth.

Will Wulai be like them? Of course not, as a reincarnated veteran, he naturally has special treatment. Leisurely walking to the end of the flower road to the underworld, the ghost guard did not stop him, and after the report, he led him in.

The space in the house is incredibly large, it seems to have a thousand zhang high and low, ten thousand zhang square, one side is the sea of fire, the other side is the cold frozen earth, in the middle are two rows of fierce gods and evil, the tusks are protruding and the blue-faced inkskin ghost stands with weapons. There were faint cries in all directions, and when I listened carefully, I couldn't hear it.

Walking into the depths, wave after wave of miserable howls became clearer and clearer. The whip-wielding ghostguards were led by the judge to drive a group of pitch-black ghosts up the steep mountain of knives. Those who are the latest batch of hell beings who have reached the end of their lives, and those whose karma has not changed and cannot be reincarnated will be brought here, and their disloyalty, filial piety, unbelief, rudeness, righteousness, honesty and shamelessness will be hanged with swords.

The automatic rotation of the knife wheel on the mountain pushes the ghast to the top, and after the last slash, the ghast falls off the cliff and falls into a pot of oil of hundreds of zhang caliber.

The boiling soul refining oil can boil away the remaining dross from the ghast's body, and after 9981 days, it can be squeezed into the original soul grains, and then there will be ghost servants who will scoop it up with a big spoon and put it in the treasury for the use of the six primordial souls.

Sometimes there are not many goods in the Hell Road, and the ghost pawns will bring the new souls from the world who are extremely evil to this place, so that they can taste the taste of the Daoshan oil pot before being reincarnated in the Hell Road.

The little ghost who led the way with Wu Lai met the Lord of the Tenth Hall of Hades, the Wheel King, and it was his old acquaintance.

"Ancestor, I haven't seen you for a long time, what kind of wind has blown you here. The Wheel King warmly got up from the big seat to greet him, and then said in surprise: "Yo, you are ......"

"Who is harmed, I am willing to help you get justice. The Wheel King looked indignant.

Wulai bowed, "Don't say much, I have something urgent, please send me back to the human world, it's best to do it right away." Let's see if we can find the kind of one that is high in Taoism and has lost its soul. ”

"This ...... I'm afraid it's not quite in line. ”

"Let's get to business. ”

"Okay, Xiao Wang will be brave and business-oriented. ”

The Wheel King took out a blank three-page document, and used the soul hook pen to hook a wisp of soul energy and injected it into a strange jade, and unsurprisingly, the jade showed the word "Heavenly Dao".

The Wheel King snorted coldly in his heart, used the remaining soul energy of the pen as ink, and began to write on the last page.

After writing, the big pen was put aside, and the Wheel King handed the document to Wulai, "The old rule, go to the rest of the nine halls for a while, and then return to Xiao Wang." ”

Wulai was not in a hurry, opened the last page, and suddenly saw the three majestic characters of "Beast Dao" on the side, raised his eyes, and said: "What do you mean by this? No matter how small my merit is, why did I fall into this way?"

"It's not that I'm afraid that you will be a person every time, will you be a little tired and crooked, and I want you to change to a new way. The Wheel King smiled, took back the paperwork, and changed the last part to the word "humanitarian".

In fact, with the accumulation of merits for thousands of lifetimes, he should have ascended to the Supreme Heavenly Dao to enjoy happiness a long time ago, but the great god of the heavenly realm had a secret order, and the Wheel King had to ignore the karmic results and secretly do his own thing. I know this, but I can't help it.

Wu Lai took the documents to the rest of the halls, and the lord of the first hall was King Qin Guang. There is no way to ask King Qin Guang to find him a better place to reincarnate, not like the previous times.

King Qin Guang smiled and said, "No problem, keep your old life at ease and dominate one side." Then he printed a complicated stamp on the first page of the document, which was the seal of the soul of the earth, showing what kind of mother's womb it would throw into in the next life, what race it would become, what kind of appearance it would become, and so on.

The second hall of King Chu Jiang printed a similar chapter on the second page, which is the seal of the heavenly soul, showing the talent, character, luck, intelligence and so on of the next body.

The third to ninth halls are not sealed, but punished. The lord of each hall took the soldering iron that had been calcined by the karmic fire and poked it in seven places, including the top of the head, the center of the eyebrows, the chest, and the navel, and left a mark called the "spirit seal", which represents the seven spiritual achievements in the next life, that is, the potential for the development of various functions of the physical body.

At this point, it was almost over, and Wulai returned to the tenth hall and handed over the documents to the Wheel King. The Wheel King took out the strange jade again, took a picture of the stamps on the first two pages, saw the faces of the two souls of heaven and earth, and smiled secretly in his heart: "The two eldest brothers still have a way." Even if you return to the world, you won't be able to make any waves, and if you have an explanation to your superiors, it won't offend you, it's the best of both worlds. ”

The Wheel King lifted his engraved name seal and stamped it with the word "humanitarian" at the end of the last page of the document, "Done." Then he respectfully presented his hands to Wulai, "It's still the old place, go out and turn left at the bridge." Ancestor, you walk slowly. ”