"Brother Tianwen, is it you? Is it really you? Chen'er has been waiting for this day for a long time, I thought you would never come here again, and Chen'er would never see you again. The white-clothed sword soul woman on the hilt of the sword, Chen'er, looked at the sky in front of her excitedly and said.

"Senior Sister Chen'er, you finally remember me, I will never let go of you in the future, Senior Brother, I will take you with me every day. Tianwen asked the man to hold the Tianwen Hongchen Sword with both hands and gently held her in his arms.

"Uncle Shi, let's go, we have to leave as soon as possible, while Xuanyuan Ancient Sword has just entered the sword formation, he has already begun to imprint his mission, and I don't want to face the moment of duel with him. Zhang Xiaoyao hurriedly reminded Uncle Tianwen, and several people quickly jumped onto the altar.

From beginning to end, Zhang Xiaoyao didn't look back at the Xuanyuan Ancient Sword that had been with him, not because he was unwilling, but because he would be even more reluctant and sad when he saw it. After all, the Xuanyuan Ancient Sword has already given birth to a sword spirit, and it can communicate with his heart, so be ruthless to him for the last time.

It wasn't until Zhang Xiaoyao and the others disappeared into this sixth layer that the black light that had dissipated on the broken tail of the shrimp from the beginning reappeared, it turned out that he had been hiding under a sword, and gradually he turned into a black figure, which seemed to be real and illusory, and he couldn't see its appearance clearly. He looked at the altar where several people had left, and the corners of his mouth tilted slightly, revealing a smile, which then dissipated from the spot.

The little shrimp at the front of the sixth layer passage has been cultivating hard with his cute eyes closed, and even Zhang Xiaoyao and the others left him without opening their eyes, let alone what black figures he could find.

After the eighteenth layer of the Netherworld Road, in the Senluo Hall of the Ghost City of Xudu, the ten halls of the Yama King sat in turn, and there was a mirror with colorful light floating in front of them, this mirror was the Netherworld Supreme Treasure Reincarnation Mirror, which could analyze the past and present lives of people, and the mirror happened to be the scene where Zhang Xiaoyao and several people had just passed through the sixth layer of the Sword Soul Dao.

The Ten Halls Hades had been paying attention to the Reincarnation Mirror, and the black figure that had followed Zhang Xiaoyao and the others from the fifth layer of the Blood Demon Dao to the Sixth Layer of the Sword Soul Dao had never appeared in the Reincarnation Mirror from beginning to end.

"Wheel, do you think the four of them can successfully pass the eighteenth level? Especially the Demon Emperor Holy Lord, he has never shown his true strength, I can't see through him, it should be half a foot into that realm, will he cause us to change the capital?" said King Yama, who was dressed in a gorgeous costume and wore a crown on his head, and had a hideous face, to the Wheel King who was also in the same outfit.

"Haha, Yama, you're too worried, our Netherworld has been passed down from ancient times to the present day, and it has always been orderly, fair and just, but what kind of big mess has happened? Besides, even if something happens, isn't there still the one from the Xudu?"

"It's really nothing to see if the four of them pass the level like this, but I'm not a place for people from the yang world to come and go, so let's use the power of our Ten Halls of Yama to use this reincarnation mirror to make it a little more difficult and interesting for them!

"Agree, second......" King Qin Guang, King Chu Jiang and the other eight other palace Yamas who also wore crowns nodded in agreement.

"Do you know why the four of them came? It's a pity that this reincarnation mirror can't see their purpose, let's keep looking! How many years have no one dared to break into this eighteenth layer of the Netherworld, it seems that the yang world is also full of talents! Hahahaha. Immediately after that, there was a lot of laughter in the Senluo Palace.

After the laughter, the ten halls of Yan Luo all made their hands together, only to see each of them stretch out a palm, and one after another light shot out of the colorful ancient mirror floating in front of them. The ancient mirror instantly shone even better, and a light mirror condensed with colorful light flew out of the ancient mirror, flew directly out of the Senluo Hall, crossed the Nai He Bridge, and passed by Meng Po on the side of the Nai He Bridge, and shot into a black vortex door in a blink of an eye.

"Hmm, the reincarnation mirror clone, it has not yet reached the time to cross the soul, the ten halls of Yama are ...... they are" However, Meng Po on the side of the bridge looked at the disappearing light mirror suspiciously, and muttered to herself.

"Huangquan Road, Nai He Bridge, Lechuan River boiled to make soup. Wangxiangtai, Sansheng Stone, one into the three lives of forgetting. The past life is bitter, this life is strange, and the reincarnation of the next life is not separated. Then Meng Po softly sang the ballad that often sounded by the bridge.

As soon as Zhang Xiaoyao and the four of them entered the seventh layer, a seven-colored light mirror had already turned into a rain of light before them and scattered throughout the seventh layer, and what came into their eyes was a misty light like fireflies everywhere, and they couldn't see the altar and the passage under their feet.

"The seventh layer of the Netherworld Road, the Phantom Mirror Dao, as long as you pass this Phantom Mirror Dao, maybe the next level is not the eighth level, or it may be the eighteenth level, and then it depends on your respective luck. ”

"These are four teleportation jade plates, I have engraved your breath, you can only use them in the eighteenth layer of the Netherworld, if you don't want to continue to break through, you can crush the jade cards at any time and return to your yang world. A voice resounded throughout the seventh floor, clearly reaching the ears of Zhang Xiaoyao and the others.

The four of them took the jade plaque that fell in front of them and looked at each other, and nodded in unison, indicating that they had all heard the same prompt. If this level is passed, several people will have to be separated, and this eighteen layers of the Netherworld really can't be controlled? Is it still a great good person?

"Teleportation jade plaque? It is indeed a teleportation jade plaque, I can sense the breath of the outer sea from the jade plaque, it should be right. The Holy Lord put the jade plaque on his eyebrows for a moment, and then said out loud.

"Uncle Shi, Yue'er, Holy Lord, if it is true as prompted, we will meet on the eighteenth floor, and then clear the customs together. If you are in danger, everything is for your own safety, and you will immediately crush the jade plate and leave. ”

Suddenly, all the fluorescence in the entire seventh layer dissipated, and then condensed into four larger light clusters, Zhang Xiaoyao and the four of them were instantly wrapped in four light clusters, but in fact, everyone was facing a different scene.

Zhang Xiaoyao was dragged into a painting, in which a black-clothed and black-robed holy lord appeared, he stared at Zhang Xiaoyao coldly and said: "Hahahaha, Zhang Xiaoyao, I can't imagine it, we actually met alone in the space of this painting soul, after the first six levels, the emperor has roughly figured out the situation of the eighteen levels of the netherworld and the strength of the gatekeeper, and I have never taken out half of the strength." ”

"My demon clan has a secret technique, which can control people's minds for my use, if it weren't for the disturbance of the demon ancestor and the old way of Tianwen, I would have been able to control you a long time ago, and when the emperor controls you, what you owe the emperor, I will take it personally, and now I don't need you anymore, hahahaha. ”

"Wait, Holy Lord, you don't need to go to such great lengths, as long as you promise not to hurt my senior uncle and sister Yue'er, why don't I hand over the things to you!"

"Take it, or don't blame the emperor......" The Holy Lord stretched out his right hand and said impatiently.

"Hmph, you are not the Holy Lord at all, the Spirit of the Illusion Mirror, pretend to be a ghost, destroy me!" Zhang Xiaoyao clearly saw that the right hand of the Holy Lord did not have the six fingers that Li Qing had reminded him of at the beginning.

"Peng" Zhang Xiaoyao struck the Holy Lord's body with a blow, and the Holy Lord's angry roar was heard.

At this time, the true Holy Lord of the seventh layer was pulled into a world of skeletons, and countless skeleton generals were fighting with the Holy Lord, but they were all easily shattered by the Holy Lord's blow.

"Ah...... Zhang Xiaoyao, you dare to sneak attack the emperor, do you want to renege on our agreement? Hmph, give you a lesson to let you understand that the emperor is not so easy to play. Suddenly, a blow came out of nowhere and struck the Holy Lord's body, and the wrath of the True Holy Lord rang out.

In the soul painting space, Zhang Xiaoyao's blow to the Holy Lord was not a phantom, but a real hit on the entity.

"Huh? It's an entity, who the hell are you?"

"Peng" was another muffled sound, and Zhang Xiaoyao was knocked to the ground by the angry Holy Lord, opening his mouth and spitting out a mouthful of blood.

"Holy Lord? This is the Holy Lord's trick, why? What is true and what is false? What a powerful illusion. Zhang Xiaoyao really began to wonder, this attack really can't be faked, and his injuries are also true.

Zhang Xiaoyao calmed down, sat cross-legged on the ground, closed his eyes, and stopped attacking everything in front of him. When I opened my eyes again, the Holy Lord was gone.

Suddenly, the scene in the painting soul space changed again, it turned out to be the scene of the Nai He Bridge after the eighteen levels of the Netherworld, a group of expressionless souls on the bridge walked leisurely across the Nai He Bridge, Meng Po on the other side of the bridge held a bowl of soup, and each soul who walked on the Nai He Bridge drank a bowl.

However, there are many souls who do not want to drink Meng Po soup, lingering on the other side of the bridge, they stand there or miss something, and they refuse to drink Meng Po soup and walk up to the Nai He Bridge. However, the surging pitch-black water of the Lelied River is the pain they have to endure to devour their souls and hearts, even if their souls are so dim, they are still willing to bear the refusal to be reincarnated.

Suddenly, Zhang Xiaoyao saw a slender white-clothed figure that was becoming more and more dim and familiar among the many souls who did not want to go to the Nai He Bridge, and instantly Zhang Xiaoyao trembled and tears rained down.

"Qing'er, is it you, Qing'er? I'm sorry Qing'er, why are you so stupid? Would you rather suffer the heart-wrenching pain of the Lechuan River than forget your past life......? No, no, I'm going to get you out. ”

Zhang Xiaoyao ran frantically towards the Lechuan River, he wanted to catch Qing'er among the many souls, and paddled across the Lechuan River with both hands, holding up the biting coldness and heartache, where is Qing'er's soul. So he didn't give up, he ignored the many souls and the surprise of Meng Po on the side of the bridge, and resolutely jumped into the Lechuan River.

As soon as he entered the Lechuan River, Zhang Xiaoyao felt the passage of his true qi, he struggled to get out, but he was afraid that he would not find Qing'er, so he insisted on looking for his soul one by one, where could he still take care of his own safety.

Suddenly, the Wheel Soul Tower in Zhang Xiaoyao's body emitted a light, and a stream of heat flowed through Zhang Xiaoyao's body, and the tide of the Lechuan River receded in an instant, Zhang Xiaoyao stood by the Lechuan River, and a woman in white was looking at herself excitedly.

The two looked at each other speechlessly, but they were extremely warm.

"Qing'er, I've finally found you. Xiaoyao, Qing'er is finally waiting for you. ”

Zhang Xiaoyao stretched out his arms and wanted to hold the woman in front of him into his arms, and the reincarnation tower in his body was filled with bursts of heat, Zhang Xiaoyao's whole body was shrouded in golden light, and everything in front of him disappeared in an instant.