After killing all these ghost kings and imps, Zhao Hao pushed open the door of the ghost gate and walked in.

This is a deep and straight road, Huangquan Road.

According to legend, Huangquan Road is the road that the soul of the dead walks when it reports to the underworld, Zhao Hao just pushed open the gate and stepped on Huangquan Road, and two figures, one black and one white, appeared in front of Zhao Hao.

The two of them were dressed strangely, one was dressed in black, the other was dressed in white, their faces were pale, they spit out a red and long tongue, and they were holding two chains, just floating in front of Zhao Hao, and the thick chains were in a hurry, straight to Zhao Hao's head.

"I'll go, black and white impermanence. Zhao Hao was startled, thinking that he was really dead, and he actually ran into two ghost bosses in the mythical underworld.

"Your longevity is approaching, now you are a ghost, come with us honestly, and wait for the fate of Lord Yama!"

"your grandpa's. "How could Zhao Hao let them put this kind of thing on their heads, this is the legendary soul hooking chain, if it is really put on, the soul will be hooked away.

He scolded loudly, directly kicked the black impermanence over, and punched the white impermanence away, and still shouted in his mouth: "Black and white impermanence, don't you know your grandfather Sun, I am the Monkey King who once made a big fuss in the underworld!"

The black and white impermanence was kicked over by Zhao Hao, and he was suddenly a little angry, and said: "The two of us are impermanence in the underworld, powerful ghosts and souls, impermanence asks for life, if you resist, you will be beaten into the eighteenth layer of hell." ”

"Don't talk about you two impermanence imps, even if you really reach the eighteenth layer of hell, I dare to overturn it directly!" Zhao Hao looked at the world, he was really as majestic as a monkey, with a giant knife in his hand, I have it in the world, and he slashed and killed the two ghosts of black and white impermanence fiercely.

Black and white impermanence waved the two chains in his hand, one black and one white, dancing in the wind, Huangquan Road was about to crack, and smashed his head and face towards Zhao Hao's head.

"Well, eat Lao Sun's knife!"

Zhao Hao was fearless, because he knew that this was not the real Netherworld Ghost, so he brandished a giant knife and slashed hard.

The cultivation of black and white impermanence is the same as Zhao Hao, after all, it is an illusion in the assessment world, if it exceeds its own cultivation too much, it will be too harsh.

However, the assessment here was set three thousand years ago, and the characters of that era were more than a little stronger than they are now, so the two impermanent ghosts that Zhao Hao encountered were also particularly ferocious.

You have fought back and forth for hundreds of rounds, and Zhao Hao finally killed the two impermanences, and before he was happy for a quarter of an hour, two black and white impermanences of the same shape immediately appeared not far away, as if they could be resurrected infinitely.

Zhao Hao was not ready to entangle with these two impermanences anymore, and ran down the Huangquan Road with extreme speed, and encountered many lonely ghosts wandering in the Huangquan Road around him, rushing towards him.

In the face of this kind of ghost-like ghost, the power of divine consciousness at the center of his eyebrows turned into a long knife, and he slashed indiscriminately, directly killing a bloody path in the sea of ghosts.

I don't know how long I traveled, there was an arch bridge on the Huangquan Road in front of me, Zhao Hao stepped on it, and found that under the bridge was a yellow river, very dirty, emitting a pungent fishy smell, and if you looked closely, you could also find that the river was soaked in endless strange creatures, showing the color of struggle, miserable howling, and there were many snakes, insects and monster fish, jumping out of the lake from time to time, revealing their hideous faces full of fangs.

"This is the Nai He Bridge, and under the bridge is the Lethe River!"

Zhao Hao's scalp was numb when he looked at this scene, he walked up to the bridge tremblingly, and when he looked back, he saw that the black and white impermanence who had been chasing after him was reluctant to continue to catch up, stopped there, and looked directly behind Zhao Hao.

He was shocked, turned his head and saw that he found two strange creatures, a bull-headed human body and a horse-headed human body, they were looking at Zhao Hao indifferently, and then they couldn't help but push Zhao Hao hard.

Zhao Hao screamed miserably, fell in, only to find that the bridge had three layers, the top layer was far away from the river, and the bottom layer he was in was about to be close to the river.

He jumped three feet high, and angrily yelled at the bull head and horse: "What are you two dogs pushing Lao Tzu down?"

"However, the bridge is divided into three levels, the ghosts of the good can safely cross the upper bridge, the good and the evil cross the middle bridge, and the wicked like you who have caused endless slaughter will naturally cross the lowest bridge. ”

At this moment, a hoarse and ugly voice came from Zhao Hao's side, which scared him into a mess.

"I said grandma, are all the ghosts in the underworld so elusive?" Then Zhao Hao saw the old man who suddenly appeared behind him, this is an extremely old lady, with gray hair, a black robe, her face is full of wrinkles, and even her smile is full of gloomy and weird.

This person is naturally the legendary Meng Po, and the bowl she is holding in her hand is Meng Po soup.

"Young man, take the soup from your mother-in-law's hand, as long as you drink it, you can forget everything in this life, no matter whether you are good or evil in this life, it will end the moment you drink Meng Po soup. Meng Po followed the temptation and put the broken bowl in her hand into Zhao Hao's mouth.

"I don't drink it!" Zhao Hao won't drink this kind of soup, not to mention that Meng Po soup can make people lose their memory, this kind of green sticky substance that looks extremely fishy will not make people have the slightest appetite at all.

He knocked over Meng Po's bowl on the spot, and the green soup spilled into the Lechuan River.

Meng Po was not angry because of this, the light in her hand flashed, a broken bowl appeared again, handed it over, and said: "Walking on the Nai He Bridge, it is the last time you have the memory of this life, after crossing the Nai He Bridge, you will re-enter the reincarnation, the end of this life is just the beginning of the next life, people who live in the cycle of life and life cannot have the memory of the past life, the memory of this life has nothing to do with you, keeping it will only increase the pain, drink it, it will give you a new life." ”

"I don't!"

Zhao Hao was quite stubborn, raised his hand and broke another bowl of Meng Po soup, lifted the giant knife, and pointed at Meng Po: "Dead old woman, don't give me crooked here, and let me drink this strange thing, don't blame me Zhao Hao doesn't know how to respect the old and love the young." ”。

"You are not a ghost, but you entered the underworld in the flesh, how did you get in? Seeing that Zhao Hao actually came in with a knife, the smile on Meng Po's face suddenly became extremely gloomy, and a pair of mournful eyes stared straight at her.

"Don't care how I got in, don't stand in the way here, don't say that you are a fake Meng Po, even if it is true, I dare to chop you up, you can't accommodate me Zhao Ritian in this underworld. Zhao Hao was extremely strong, avoiding the ghosts, snakes and insects in the Lechuan River, and at the same time intimidating Meng Po.