The wild ghosts and ghosts in the world, except for the ones that have just died, are all a black gas and have no specific form, but here, the ghosts and ghosts have a little painting style.

As soon as the two children entered the yin soil, they soon provoked a group of wild ghosts.

In the center is a crimson, short, stout guy with sarcomas all over the top, surrounded by four miserable fanged imps.

They are wandering in the boundless yin soil, smelling the smell of the living, and immediately pounce on them.

"Yikes!"

Jiu Ru just wanted to show off the Chiyang Sword, but felt that the reputation of this sword was too loud, and it was very easy for people to see the identity, so he simply showed his little hand and summoned a peachwood sword that his father had sharpened when he was a beginner.

It is made of peach trees in the inner mountain, with natural vermilion lines, delicate and heavy, and has extraordinary power.

Changsheng didn't have so many worries, and raised his hand to slash over with a thunderbolt. The two of them fought with their peers before, mostly for practice, rarely fighting to the death, and accidentally used all their strength.

Rumble!

Bang!

The thunder swept by, a sword swept, and the five wild ghosts were wiped out in an instant.

The two of them were stunned, so weak!

Changsheng looked around, there were many similar ghosts wandering around, and couldn't help but say, "If it's all of this level, there's no need to waste time." ”

"Then move on!"

The two of them walked and stopped, played and had a look, and met ten kinds of ghosts along the way, and their strength was very low, and they suddenly felt bored. After walking for many miles, I suddenly saw a lot of people gathered in front of me, huddled together and discussing.

The two of them were curious, and when they stepped forward, they saw that a wide and boundless river was blocking the way.

I don't know how long it is, I don't know how wide it is, the river is muddy and dull, and the blood color is mixed with the earthy yellow to present a very strange feeling.

There is no wind or waves on the surface of the river, and it is like stagnant water, as if the breath of heaven and earth is imprisoned here.

"I happened to be in the middle of the battle five days ago, and I can guarantee that there is absolutely no such river!"

A disciple of the Daoist Academy had a serious face and said seriously: "Every time something new appears here, the danger increases exponentially. If there are any demons and monsters at the bottom of the river, then that's it, I'm most afraid of ......"

"What are you most afraid of?" asked a disciple of Phoenix Mountain.

"Lethe, have you heard of it?"

Everyone was stunned, as a native of the Xia Kingdom, they naturally understood these chaotic mythological settings of Buddhism and Taoism.

Legend has it that after a person dies normally, he first has to pass through the ghost gate, and after passing this pass, the soul becomes a ghost. Then walk along Huangquan Road, there will be many lonely ghosts wandering on the side of the road, and there will be flowers blooming on the other side.

After walking the Huangquan Road, you will arrive at the Lechuan River, there is a Nai He Bridge on the river, and there is an old lady named Meng Po on the other side of the bridge.

Meng Po will give you a bowl of beautiful soup, and while you look at your past and present lives on the Sansheng Stone, you forget everything and are reincarnated.

"You say this river is Lethe?"

"Unlikely, this isn't the Netherworld. ”

"But this is the Ghost Domain, and it's normal for the Ghost Domain to have a Lethe River. ”

Everyone muttered, and before they knew it, a trace of fear had crept up. At this moment, someone shouted, "Look, there's someone over there!"

"Whoa...... Whoop ......"

With the rhythmic sound of the water, a wooden boat suddenly appeared in the middle of the river, and a person on the boat rocked and floated over leisurely. With a slender figure and a hat on its head, it slowly approached the boat and then raised its head.

Lao Suo, thin, with a wrinkled face and eyes closed, is really a person!

You must know that in the two years since the birth of the illusion, everyone has seen all kinds of monsters and ghosts, and there has never been a human form. At this moment, I can't help but be flustered and at a loss.

What's even more terrifying is that the old man grinned, showed a few teeth, and said clearly: "Who wants to cross?"

Sizzle!

The few people standing at the front couldn't help but take a step back, only to feel a chill down their spines, and a sense of absurdity and fear that they didn't dare to despise grew from the bottom of their hearts.

Forget the river water, the Yellow Spring ferryman!

Is this person true or false?

"Who wants to cross?"

“……”

No one answered.

"Who wants to cross?"

“……”

Still no one responded.

Lao Suo asked three times, frowned slightly, and shook the oar, and the boat was like an arrow from the string, swinging away in an instant, and it was about to disappear.

"I'm going to cross the river!"

A clear and somewhat lonely voice sounded, everyone looked and saw that the person was wearing a crown of flying clouds and phoenixes, purple Qi as a veil, embroidered with the sun, moon and stars, wearing a flying green skirt, two sleeves floating, silk silk, negative long sword, formal dress Huayan, light and grace.

In the case of the more popular Qiankun bag, few people walk around with weapons in a bright way, let alone the way of carrying a long sword.

If others were like this, they would definitely feel weird, but this Taoist was carrying a long sword, but he felt that heaven and earth were reasonable, and the Tao was natural.

Qi Yun, He He!

"This is the river of forgetting the river, or forgetting the past, and the vulgar thoughts disappear, or sinking to the bottom of the river, and there will be no reincarnation forever, do you want to cross?"

"Crossing!"

"Okay, get on board!"

He He's figure shook, and he landed on the bow of the boat lightly, without hesitation.

Wow!

Jiuru's eyes lit up, such a handsome young lady, locked up!

"Whoa...... Whoop ......"

The boat rowed out of the water and quickly disappeared from view.

Everyone looked at each other, before that, some people had tried to forcibly cross the river, but they all got dumplings and never came up again. They didn't dare to act rashly, so they could only wait for the follow-up progress.

The boat entered the middle of the river, and the fog thickened.

He He stood at the bow of the boat, with awe-inspiring sword intent and a faint breakthrough, which was one of the human immortal seeds this time. She looked at Lao Su for a while, and suddenly said, "Are you really illusory?"

"When the fake is true, the truth is also false, and what you see me is, I am what I am. ”

Lao Suo rowed the boat and sailed into the vast fog.

The mist rose and slowly spread across the water, swimming around the body in a continuous manner. Her sword eyebrows frowned slightly, and she suddenly felt that her heart was empty, as if her entire soul had been plucked by a big hand.

I can't tell the reality from the illusory, I don't know the past and the future, and I don't know where I am.

I am peeling off this body little by little, objective, indifferent, without any emotion, looking at the pictures reflected in the river.

Grass River Estuary, Peach Blossom Forest, parents divorced, grandfather raised himself. When he was seven years old, the peach blossom miasma appeared, and 100,000 people migrated and settled in Baicheng.

At the age of eight, his grandfather died, and he entered the Taiqing Palace alone, and asked Huayang:

"I want to bring the dead back to life, immortality, is it possible?"

At the age of eleven, he entered the Taoist Academy, learned the sword technique, did not slack off for a day, and finally succeeded, and got a glimpse of the avenue for the first time......

The more He looked at it, the more he sank into it, and his consciousness returned to his body little by little, the expression on his face changed, and he sighed happily with the transformation of the picture.

Lao Suo looked at her like this, showing a strange smile, I don't know whether it was sad or sighing. The withered hands stroked the oars, and were about to capsize the boat into the water, but they were suddenly stunned.

Huh!

The sword was unsheathed, the cold moon was cold, and a sword shattered Lethe, and the heavy pictures disappeared without a trace.

"Whoever messes with my heart, behead!"

He He's face was grim, his long sword pointed, and he shouted, "What kind of ghost are you?"

"Hahaha, Hongchen forgets and does not forget, all in his heart. You crossed this Lechuan River!"

The old man suddenly laughed, and the boat was completely enveloped in a thick fog.

When He He was conscious, he had already arrived on the shore, and behind him was the Lethe River. She raised her eyes again and looked ahead, her heart trembled, and before she could react, she only felt that her spirit was agitated, and her sword qi burst out, revealing the slightest hint.

"This Illusion ......"

Her complexion changed, and she trembled slightly as she held the long sword, "I'm actually going to break through!"

(They all say that I have poisoned milk, and I don't predict it today!) ）