This is the Yellow Spring, the road to hell. Pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info

Contrary to what the living people expected, Huangquan is a place name.

In the Santu River of Huangquan, there were countless discordant sounds.

"Mother! Oh my mother! ”

"I don't want to die!"

"Perhaps, I really underestimated the ...... of war"

"Kill the youkai!"

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Countless poignant voices came from the Santu River.

Above the Santu River, a flat boat is quietly docked on the shore.

The little old man on the boat stopped in a white shroud.

"Here we go again." The old man removed the hat that covered his face.

The old man looked at the countless unjust souls looming under the Santu River with some distress.

Because of the terrible war twelve years ago, hell suddenly poured into a large number of souls.

Millions of souls disrupted the order of hell at once, and the entire hell of Izumo had been overworked for the past twelve years.

Even the chief referee himself came down to judge the soul, but even so, the progress was still extremely slow.

As a result, the soul that was not judged evolved into the [Unjust Soul] after a long time.

There was no way, the chief referee could only order that all the huge number of unjust souls be temporarily placed under the Santu River.

It is said to be temporary, according to the old man's opinion, it is better to say that it is "put on hold indefinitely".

At least 200 years ago, the group of unjust souls that were "put on hold" have not been dealt with until now.

"Oops, oops...... It's getting noisier. The old man was disturbed by the sound of shouting, so he reluctantly got up and continued to hold the boat.

Thanks to this great crowd of unjust souls, the old man had not slept for several years, although the ferryman did not seem to have to sleep......

"Ah...... Not many people came this year. The old man looked boredly at the shore, trying to find the new arrival.

However, this year there was also nothing.

"Alas......" The thin old man propped the boat back to the Santu River in disappointment.

Although the old man was so eager for new travelers, the group of living people on the ground was estimated to be 100,000 unwilling.

After all, no one wants to go to hell sooner.

"Ah...... As long as I do it for another five hundred years, I will have completed my merits, and then I will be able to retire......" The old man got up, holding an oar in each hand.

"Walk you!" The old man made a funny gesture, then slammed it hard.

Then the old man appeared directly in the distance of the Santu River.

This is not the old man's innate divine power, but his ability as a ferryman.

The Santu River has no length, but is judged by the good and evil of the passenger during his lifetime.

If he had been willing to do good deeds during his lifetime, then the Santu River might have been only a few meters away.

If he had done all the bad things during his lifetime, then Santu River might not be able to row for several months. For this kind of person, the old man chose to throw him directly down to Santuchuan to feed the soul.

Then, as the ferryman of the Santu River, it is simply easy to control the length of the Santu River, and the old man "reduces" the distance to the distance to the Santu River according to his own wishes.

Today, the old man is also bored entertaining himself on the Santu River, waiting for the boat passengers by the way.

However, the old man who went away didn't notice that there seemed to be some terrible "abnormality" in the Santu River that he was usually familiar with......

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Under the Santu River, a large number of disembodied souls roared wildly.

Due to the resentment of being abandoned, a large number of souls have become unjust souls, and they can no longer see their former appearance at all.

But in the depths of the Santu River, between the unjust souls with teeth and claws.

A pale blue soul rested quietly in the depths of the Santu River, neither sinking nor rising.

The pale blue soul is a symbol of the soul of the hero.

The noble pale blue is as dazzling as pale metal.

Blink, blink, blink again. This is the only sign that this heroic soul has shown in twelve years

However, in the present day.

The pale blue soul began to tremble.

The pale blue soul, which had been silent for twelve years, finally moved today......

The light blue soul that has regained its senses is inexplicable by everything that is unfamiliar around her.

"What am I?" The blue heroic soul asked itself silently.

The memories trapped in the depths of the soul have been unlocked.

Charm ...... Moon Wolf King...... Prajna...... Hungry ghost...... Nogi Hime...... Mirror Dream Demon ...... Ghost Caravan......

There are also Zemu, Zheya, the leader of Daitake, the master, the beaver, the Ezo tribe, and the prince of Yunshang......

And the deepest, curse-like shadow in the soul - Yan Taro......

"I see......" came from the soul with a clear voice.

All the memories were constantly retrieved, and the light blue heroic soul began to condense and take shape......

The soul was lengthened, and limbs and a skull appeared.

It is a miracle that the soul has not been judged, but has taken on its own human form!

The blurred face and body began to become clearer and clearer.

With a large supply of spirits in the Santu River, this process is getting faster and faster.

Soon, the heroic soul was finally fully condensed, and the powerful body was wearing a white shroud, and the young boy's face was covered by short white hair.

"Who am I?" The white-haired teenage ghost asked himself.

"I'm ...... Nine Empty Smoke! ”

In the midst of the wild howls of countless fangs and claws, the white-haired ghost named Nine Void Smoke finally opened its closed eyes!

The sword intent to cut off everything, the determination to slay the ghost, flashed in the light blue sharp eyes.

A completely unfamiliar image, but one of the most familiar consciousnesses.

That's right, this is the Nine Sky Smoke, the Nine Sky Smoke that slays ghosts.

A large number of unjust souls around were angry at this different-looking soul, and they all rushed towards the Nine Skies.

A little rustily moved his fingers, and Jiukong Xun's strong and powerful palm clenched violently!

Then, Jiukong Xun skillfully grasped the hilt of the black knife.

Even if it is death, the black knife will fall into the Yellow Spring along with the Nine Sky Smoke, and the non-dropping nature is not a joke.

A graceful pale blue trail is drawn.

Countless unjust souls that rushed over were extinguished by the blue spirit son. The inexplicable power made the Nine Voids smoke a single knife that could kill countless unjust souls.

The unjust souls didn't even have a roar, and they were melted by the slash of the pale blue of the nine skies.

"This ...... Is it my power? Jiukong Xun, who was lurking in the Santu River, looked at his hand holding the black knife and doubted in surprise.

Not only that, but Jiukong Xun didn't even need to breathe under this three-way river, and moved unhindered as if it were on flat ground.

"I don't know what happened...... "Jiukong Xun habitually rubbed his hair, and the hair that had turned pale was telling Jiukong Xun that the changes in his body had completely changed everything about him.

"But it seems like my story is going on." Once a young samurai, now the ghost keeps going upstream.

As a result, the white-haired ghost "Nine Empty Smoke" finally woke up from the deepest part of the Santu River!

Now begins a new story!

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