Mo Lan and Tong Guang were also shocked, Mo Lan said: "What nonsense are you talking about, you only heard that the Yang Realm is on Huangquan Road, how can it be in the Yang World?" ”

Zhao Sheng said: "The stone tablet is clearly written, but it is nonsense below." In addition, there is more than one place in the Yīn Yang Realm, and those who can penetrate the two realms of Yīn Yang can save zài. The weight of yīn qi in this place, what is so strange about the appearance of one place. ”

Fang Zhong said: "No wonder the Great Sacrificial Wine once said that the rì room here can not come at night, whether the yīn yang realm can rotate between rì and night, so it is still the yang world during the day, and it is the yīn room at night." ”

Zhao Sheng nodded and said, "That's exactly the reason." But the yang world is easy to enter, and it is difficult to get out of the yīn room, so I want to stop Brother Mo from coming in. Who knew that good intentions could not be rewarded, and even I was trapped. ”

Mo Lan said: "Since you are here, it is useless to talk more, so what's the harm in going in and taking a look." When several of us have different lives, it is not lonely to die and go to the same road, and go to the underworld together. That Tong Guang laughed when he heard this, he stayed in this land of yīn forest without fear, only as a spectator who enjoyed the wonders, and did not care about life and death.

Zhao Sheng glared at Mo Lan fiercely, and said angrily: "You are seeking death yourself, why implicate others, Brother Fang and I are trapped here, you don't feel the slightest guilt." ”

Fang Zhong persuaded: "The two of you don't have to fight anymore, if you come, you will be safe, and we only know its name about the YĪN Yang Realm, but we don't know the mystery." But since this place is a remnant of the original Witch Ghost Dao, it must be a little strange, so let's take a look at it. ”

Zhao Sheng sighed: "That's all." ”

Among the three, Tong Guang was the most courageous, so he walked in the front, followed by Mo Lan and Zhao Sheng, and Fang Zhong followed last, and the group walked towards the Yīn Shen Palace, which had been built for an unknown number of years.

Standing in front of the temple door more than three zhang high, everyone looked up, the hall was carved with a huge ghost head, enough to be as high as a building, its mouth was wide open, and the mouth was more than a zhang long fang, and below the fangs was the entrance, which looked very hideous.

The ghost's eyes are looking down, giving people a feeling of being seen clearly by someone. Mo Lan was surprised: "The ghost gate is closed!?" ”

Although this place is very similar to the legendary ghost gate, there is no small ghost to guard the door, and even the black and white duo who arrests ghosts is nowhere to be seen, and there is really not even half a ghost.

Everyone watched for a moment, except for the gust of yīn wind blowing out of it, there was nothing unusual. Tong Guang held the bronze bell with one hand, leaned on his shoulder, and walked into the depths step by step with the bell mouth facing forward. From time to time, there was a flickering phosphorous fire around, and I could see it clearly through the faint light. The stone pillars in the main hall are supported by several people, the bottom is all bluestone, and countless figures can be carved on the top. Although it is very old, it is clear that there are many traces of fighting, and even some decaying swords are still inserted in the stone pillars. And the scattered skeletons are scattered everywhere as far as the eye can see.

Tong Guang just stared into the distance, but unexpectedly, he stepped on something with a 'click' under his feet, which startled him, and looked down closely, it was a dry bone, and the clothes on his body had not yet decayed, and it was estimated that it would be within a hundred years. Tong Guang scolded: "People don't pick a place when they die, but they block Grandpa's way!" With a kick, the bones of the corpse had already fallen apart, and a thigh bone was kicked by Tong Guang and flew out, burrowing into the dark place of the hall, and it took a long time before there was a sound of landing horns.

Fang Zhong didn't care at first, but when he looked at the corpse's undecayed clothes again, he suddenly said with surprise on his face: "Wait a minute, this dry bone is actually my Kunlun Sect's senior!" ”

Fang Zhong took a brief look at the dry bones, picked up a long sword, and brushed off the dust with his sleeve, revealing the mottled sword body, this sword was exactly the same as the Kunlun long sword created by the Sword Casting Hall, only there were some differences on the hilt, and it was cast into the shape of a dragon's mouth. Zhao Sheng said: "There are many people who have fallen into this place, and there are not only people from the Kunlun faction. No matter how good you are, as long as you can't get out, you will die here sooner or later. Maybe after a while, we will be like him, and we will only have a skeleton here. ”

Fang Zhong waved the sword in his hand, although this sword had been sacrificed, but because it had not been used for a long time, the spirit had been lost early. Fang Zhong forcibly rushed with his true qi, the sword veins were unblocked, and the sword body emitted a slight cold light. Although it has been silent for many years, the sword body has not been greatly damaged.

Na Mo Lan frowned and said: "Since this place runs through the two realms of yīn yang, after the death of the **, the soul should be left, why is this place empty and lifeless." ”

Zhao Sheng also seemed to have this doubt, and said: "Maybe those people have already gone to the Nine Shadows, and in the next hundred years, people know that the Divine Palace is powerful, and there are fewer people who come, so there is no one." He knew that this explanation didn't make sense, but he couldn't find a better reason.

Fang Zhong looked at the sword for a moment, and finally decided to leave it behind, the original wooden scabbard had long since decayed and could not be used, so he had to insert it into his waist. Although I don't know who this person is, he has only been dead for a hundred years, and he may still be able to recognize him if he wants to come to Xuan Tianzhen or Qian Wenyi. As everyone walked along, they saw more and more bones, both human and beast, until at last, they finally saw an exit. On both sides of the exit kneeling were two lifelike imps, with sharp-beaked monkey gills, bulging eyes, ** upper body, only a piece of animal skin around their waists. A hand holding a tray with nothing on the plate, only a swastika drawn on the bottom. In the other hand, he held an object in the shape of a wine jug, and a ghost's head was vaguely engraved in the surface pattern.

Mo Lan chuckled and said: "The underworld is too cold, so let these two little ghosts usher in and send them to, don't you underestimate people?" ”

Fang Zhong looked at the two little ghosts and couldn't help but show a contemplative sè, the kneeling little ghost was clearly holding the ghost mound, but the tray of the other little ghost was engraved with a mark that only Buddhism had, which was really strange. The exit was only a few feet wide, and there was nothing to block it, and the four of them looked behind them, and they couldn't help but gasp, but they saw that behind them was a wide stone bridge, and under the bridge were bones, a long river composed of corpses. On the other side of the bridge, several larger palaces appeared in front of you, especially one of which was dozens of feet high, which was simply towering into the sky and looked very majestic. There are also countless ethereal ghost qi floating between these temple walls, and countless ghost shadows can be faintly seen floating or dissipating inside from time to time.

These ghosts are not real, but remnants of the fragmentary souls left behind in the ghosts. If a person's soul is scattered, it is true that he can't even keep the ghost body, but the soul that dissipates with it can't all die, as long as there is a trace of ghost qi left, there will be a trace of residual thoughts mixed in the person's life. When the ghost aura is strong, these remnants sometimes reveal afterimages of life, but they are only natural reflections of the absence of sanity, almost indistinguishable from illusions.

With so many ghost qi wandering in these palaces, I don't know how many souls could not be reborn in the yīn yang realm, and eventually their souls flew away and turned into wisps of ghost qi to stay here for a long time.