Jiang Yi knew that at the confluence of the Lethe River and the human river, there would often be resentful spirits, most of whom had the obsession to die without turning a blind eye, hoping to stop the passing cultivators to avenge them, or if the people who came were just ordinary people, the resentful spirits would pull them into the water and be swallowed up directly by the Lethe River along the river of the world.

It's just that I don't know what kind of resentful spirit it is, and it dares to stop a little white who has turned into a god.

Jiang Yi and Fu Li jumped into the water and sank into the Lethe River.

The water suddenly became extremely dangerous, and the sand and gravel driven by the water cut through Jiang Yi's clothes, and a big hole leaked in the placket of his chest, and he hurriedly reached out to cover it, fearing that the spirit bag he was carrying would be washed away by the water.

These treasures are all given by Fuli.

A huge whirlpool rolled up on the surface of the water, and countless ghost hands stretched out sharp claws from the water, hanging the mud from the bottom of the river, waving and trying to grab the trouser legs of the two and drag them down.

Jiang Yi kicked sharply to his side and said angrily, "Don't touch me! I'll go down by myself!"

Fu Li glanced at him, and his fingertips flashed, and a blue halo covered the two of them, and there was nothing around them in an instant.

Suddenly there was a loud roar in my ears, as if there was a big river rushing, and this sound even overshadowed the flow of the Lethe River.

Jiang Yi felt his feet sink, only to hear Fu Li say lightly: "It's here." ”

Jiang Yi frowned and said, "How?"

Fu Li said: "It's a waterhole, it's dried up. ”

"Waterhole?" Jiang Yi was a little confused, there was actually a waterhole at the bottom of the water, or was it dry?

It is a huge circular pool, extremely deep, and when you look down, there are many small holes in the wall of the pool, which seem to have been gnawed by insects or scratched by human fingernails.

A black stone that looked like it had been burned by fire lay across the bottom of the Tan, and the water that came from nowhere gathered into an extremely tiny stream of water gushed out of the holes, dripping onto the stones, instantly turning into black smoke, scattered in the air and turning into a dizzying smell of wine.

Jiang Yi pinched his nose and listened intently to the movements around him, and suddenly heard a very slight sound, sounding very close to the two of them.

It was like a low roar of pain, and it was like a person in chains twitching and clucking.

Jiang Yi's heart suddenly became a little hairy, and then a strong curiosity ignited, he carefully judged the direction, and made sure that the voice was coming from directly in front of him.

He tugged at Fu Li's sleeve and said, "There's something ahead." ”

Fu Li's voice was very calm, which calmed Jiang Yi in the darkness, and he said, "Well, it's dead." ”

Jiang Yi exclaimed, "Already dead?"

Out of nowhere, a black figurine appeared in the waterhole in front of the two, and its head had been shaved off by the Chengying sword light along with its neck.

The maid was a man hunched over life-size, elbows bent forward, as if he was holding something to be handed out.

His head had been shattered into powder, and his facial features could not be recognized, but the body lines left behind were delicate, his clothes were complete, and he looked quite delicate, and he should not have been eroded by many years.

Jiang Yi couldn't see what was going on in front of him, and as soon as he pondered in his heart, he wanted to release his spiritual sense and wanted to investigate.

He put his finger to his mouth and bit it, and the bright red blood flowed out, turning into a blood-colored butterfly that rested in his palm and flew towards the waterhole in front of him.

In the dark puddle of winter, a white human hand covered with bone fragments crawled slowly from the bottom of Tan to the stone like a freshly molted snake, perhaps because of the spiritual pressure around the two of them, it did not attack, but just lay motionless on the stone, as if it had eyes watching them.

Soon, a few more hands climbed up, clinging densely to the stones, looking like they had no bones, just picking up layer by layer like tree bark.

And the smell of alcohol in the air had almost reached the point where Jiang Yi was unbearable, he was stunned for a moment, shook his hair, suddenly sobered up a little, and scolded secretly: "What the hell is this?"

The ghost hands seemed to understand the words, and the top one suddenly stood up and made a curling motion.

Jiang Yi secretly said badly, and involuntarily reached out to push away Fu Li on his side, but was grabbed by Fu Li.

The two of them flashed around in an instant, and Fu Li held Chengying in his hand to block in front of Jiang Yi, his face was like frost.

The ghost hand did not attack, but melted into a white mass with stickiness, and his facial features gradually became clearer, revealing a young human face.

"Woo woo woo woo ......" Jiang Yi tilted his ears, and the person's face was crying.

Then the man's face howled a few times, his expression turned grim, and he turned into an old man full of wrinkles, and scolded: "Don't cry!

"Xiao Bao is good, Xiao Bao is good~ The village chief spared him, he is still young and ignorant. The face turned into a weak village woman, pleading in a low voice.

Jiang Yi was listening carefully, his eyebrows ached, and he knew that his spiritual sense could not stay outside for too long, so he had to withdraw it.

When he returned to himself, moved his limbs, and smelled blood, he stretched out his hand in the dark, but did not touch Fuli's white clothes.

Jiang Yi immediately panicked, and he shouted loudly: "Fu Li!"

"Where have you been?!"

"Fuli! Fuli! Where are you?!"

The sound hit the rock wall and bounced a loud echo, and it seemed that the place they were in was not too big.

Jiang Yi knew that he shouldn't shout so loudly in this unknown environment, but he couldn't care about it so much, and the mere thought of Fu Li missing almost made him collapse.

He held his breath and wanted to shout again, but his feet suddenly shook violently, and Jiang Yi's figure staggered, and he hurriedly reached out and grabbed the stone wall of the waterhole so that he didn't fall.

In the darkness there seemed to be countless black figures writhing and walking around him, flying around, extremely fast, extremely close, and brushing his ears several times.

Jiang Yi slowly squatted down by the edge of the pool, his face suddenly became extremely pale, and the choking sound was almost stuck in his throat, he reached out to hold his head, and the endless darkness in front of him seemed to swallow everything about him.

Floating Li is gone.

Floating Li is gone.

There was only one thought in his head.

In the netherworld, with Floating Li by his side, he could hardly feel the trouble caused by losing his eyes, but now in this darkness, he couldn't see anything, and he couldn't find Floating Li, and he didn't know if Floating Li was safe and sound, so he really felt fear.

He was wrong, in the matter of Fuli, he was not strong at all, not brave at all, not like a man at all.

All the words he swore had come back to his face.

He hardly wanted to put up any resistance, nothing could really hurt him, but all he wanted to know now was where Fu Li had gone, when he would come back and take him out of here.

His eyes were extremely dry, and he actually had the urge to cry.

He didn't notice that the waterhole was filled with wine at some point, and in the churning water, a huge figure struggled and writhed like a drowning man.

But he only repeated a few movements back and forth, and no matter how hard and vicious he looked, he neither escaped nor sank to the bottom of the tank, and although the pool was deep, with his form, he could save the day by standing up straight.

Suddenly, the figure stopped struggling, as if it had been stabbed with a sword, its chest suddenly split in half, and it fell into Tan with its head tilted.

The picture comes to an abrupt halt, the pool levels down, and the water level slowly lowers.

Jiang Yi's mind was blank, and he kept chanting Fu Li's name before he felt the blood around him start flowing again.

In the midst of such darkness and panic, time passed very slowly, as if a long time had passed.

Jiang Yi realized that he himself was just an ordinary person, who could look down on life and death because of his sad thoughts, but he had not reached the state of transcending seven emotions and six desires, and he had not felt so hopeless when he was on the verge of death countless times.

It seems that he is indeed inferior to those gods, he has not gone through the tribulation and ascension, his heart is like a tree in the mortal dust, a little wind and rain can make him drift and sway.

Where's Fuli?

Is he hurt?

If Fu Li hadn't been in great trouble, he would never have left him.

Thinking that Fu Li might be in danger, Jiang Yi's numb heart actually ached, and he covered his chest and forced himself to stand up with his stiff legs.

He pulled the star-studded Promise Keeper from his waist and wrapped the golden strings around his fingers from the hilt.

Then he plucked the strings, and the sound of the piano turned into points of light and floated out, killing objects on touch, and in an instant all the black shadows wandering around him disappeared.

The light continued to spread around, and every corner was illuminated.

When Qin Yin took control of the entire space, and no monster could break through the barrier and approach Jiang Yi's side, he took out a candy from his chest and threw it into his mouth.

The sweet flavor melted and seemed to give him a little strength.

He grasped the hilt of the sword with both hands, and with a flicker, he plunged the sword into the ground beneath his feet.

In an instant, the golden light overflowed, and a large crater was blown out of the entire ground, revealing a huge bluestone slab, and there seemed to be something underneath.

Jiang Yi could barely hold back the evil qi in his chest, raised his sword to split the bluestone slab, a burst of white smoke gushed out, and in an instant, a rain of arrows shot down from the top of his head, and all the strings were twisted into ashes.

The white smoke cleared, revealing the ground with a spell drawn in blood.

"Jiang Yi!" At this time, he heard Fu Li's voice.

He turned sharply in the direction from which the voice came, and with a bright smile on his tear-stained face, he replied loudly, "Fu Li!"

"I'm here!"

He realized that he could actually be a crying bag like Hua Xu.