Lethe River is wide, this is a large river that traverses the entire realm of reincarnation, the water is turbulent, there is no end in sight, as if flowing into the deepest part of reincarnation.

Here the people stopped, pondering, looking for a way forward.

Legend has it that there is a bridge over the Lethe River, which can cross this foul-smelling and ghostly river and reach the bright other side.

But now they couldn't see anything, it was very dry, there were no Yin soldiers, no wooden bridges, only a continuous dark yellow river, soaked in many bones, from all ethnic groups, all emitting a foul stench, which made people sick.

Zhuo Chuan and the others stopped here for a long time, and they also raised their eyes to look at the other bank of Lechuan, but they were blocked by a layer of fog, cutting off everything, even if they had the magic power of the sky, they couldn't see through it, and it was covered.

A monk folded the dead branches of ancient trees and weaved a light boat, wanting to cross the Lethe River.

Instead of taking a boat himself, he took a few boulders and put them on them, and then pushed the wooden boat into the current of Lethe River to see if this method was feasible.

But the truth is disappointing and terrifying!

After the wooden boat fell into the river, it was only an instant, countless skeletons stretched out their hands from the Lethe River, picked up on the wooden boat, the wail shocked the four wilds, the big stone collapsed, the boat disintegrated, the dead branches and ancient trees were eaten by the spirits in the Lethe River, and dragged into the depths of the yellow water.

"Hiss......"

The monks were shocked, what were those white bones and flesh in the Lethe River? It didn't look like a living thing, it didn't look like a ghost, it was very weird.

They couldn't feel the aura of the yin spirit from the white bones of the skull sticking out of their arms, nor did they feel the heavy and dead air, just like the big rocks on the side of the road, the yellow sand in the desert, lifeless.

This is more terrifying than ghosts, making people's bodies chill and their hearts tremble.

In the eyes of the monks, the so-called ghosts in the ordinary world are nothing more than the remnants of the Yin Soul in the world, all of which have traces to follow and are not feared.

But everything in Lethe is not the same, and even if they search through the ancient books in their minds, they will not be able to understand this existence.

The yellow water can't see through, and no one knows what else is underneath.

They did not dare to cross the Lechuan River easily, the river was very wide, and they did not know how many miles apart the two banks, and they could not jump over it by special means.

"Now that our cultivation has fallen, if it was before, we just stepped on the void and soared over, how could there be such trouble and no solution. Some people sighed and complained, and their hearts were angry.

But soon, someone next to him scoffed and sneered: "Legend has it that the Lethe River Divine Boat does not cross, but there is no other way than a bridge, you want to fly over with cultivation, isn't it a fool's dream?"

The man wanted to refute, but he couldn't open his mouth for a while, and he was speechless.

It is true that there are not many legends about Lethe River in the world, but no matter which mythical story, the means to cross this long river of reincarnation is to cross the bridge, and no one has ever been able to cross it.

After a few days here, they were still at a loss, so it was suggested that they walk along the Lethe River to see if they could find the legendary Nai Ho Bridge.

"There's nothing we can do now, but we can't wait, so let's do it. ”

Everyone said it was possible, but the next choice was difficult.

Whether to go upstream or downstream, there was a dispute between the monks from all over the country, and they expressed their own opinions, but they could not be unified.

Eventually, the group of more than 70 people divided into two parts, some heading upstream and some heading downstream.

After discussion, Zhuo Chuan and several people decided to go down, moving along the flowing yellow water, looking for traces of the Nai He Bridge.

Also choosing with them was Luo Gu from the old land of ink bones, he supported Qi Xian and took care of him all the way, treating him as an elder in the door.

"The end of reincarnation is the other side, whether it is good or retrograde, it is just a different choice, and the final result is the same. He said this, which surprised everyone, and silently looked at this peerless genius from Lanzhou.

On the third day of the descent along the Lethe River, everyone came to a strange land, the plains were vast, as far as the eye could see, the dim sky had turned blood-red, and the earth was red, as if walking in a picture outlined by the blood rain.

The mountains of the forgotten river still can't see the end, like a long go, stabbing to the end of heaven and earth.

"Po", "Po", "Po......

Another day, there were red flowers blooming on the open land, bright as blood dripping, red, blooming without warning, under the feet, on the horizon, on the sides, everywhere in the field of vision, crowded here.

Flowers are like blood, gorgeous and dazzling, blooming one after another, dozens of breaths of time, there are red flowers everywhere on the banks of the Lechuan River, but there is no refreshing fragrance, you can only see bright red everywhere, but you can't smell any breath.

Manzhu Sahua, like a stunning and beautiful woman, exudes a seductive charm throughout her body, which makes people sink and be intoxicated.

But in an instant, the sound of the water in the waves woke them up again, and when they came back to their senses, the cold sweat had already soaked their clothes, and everyone's faces were pale and their breath was unstable.

This is the Flower of the Other Side, also known as Manju Sahua, which is a beautiful plant that blooms in the land of death, and even the sages will be terrified when they encounter it.

Legend has it that the flowers on the other side have three colors, the red one blooms in hell, which is the demon blood and punishment, the white one blooms in heaven, which is tranquility and feathering, and the yellow one blooms in the river Styx, which is the destiny and struggle.

Now, the blood-like flowers of the other side of the land are all over the world, and there is almost no edge in sight, all the way to infinity, enclosing them in the middle of it, and there is no escape.

"Why is this happening, is this really the reincarnation of Tianzun, how is it more like the depths of the underworld. "There is a monk who trembles, and he does not dare to look at the flowers on the other side, which will sink him into a state of confusion, from which he cannot get out of it by his own strength.

But the sound of the water in Lethe can wake them up, which makes everyone wonder why.

"The red Manzhu Sawa should be in the Purgatory Jedi, and even if the flowers bloom on the banks of the Lechuan River, they should be yellow, what's going on......" Luo Gu's expression changed, and his brows were very heavy.

Lanzhou Mogu Old Land has studied the cathode land very deeply, and naturally involves the legendary Hell Ghost Mansion, but now it is different from his cognition, although it is only a part, but it represents more than that.

"The flowers on the other side are Lethe, like red blood, this ......"

In the next moment, the flowers in the sky swayed, and a special halo bloomed under the dark red sky, misty, shrouding the eight wildernesses, like a dream.

Everyone's eyes trembled at this moment, the expression on their faces froze, their eyes were dilated, and they fell into a strange realm again.

Even if the sound of the Lethe River was endless, they couldn't wake them up, Luo Gu, Su Ze, Ye Yunfan and others were distracted and couldn't resist.

Zhuo Chuan's heart throbbed, the white light flashed in front of him, the scene changed, he seemed to have experienced eternity at this moment, countless mountains and rivers retraced, ancient trees grew in reverse, Cangyu dimly dispersed, the sun sprinkled, everything became real but dreamy.

This realm of reincarnation seems to have gone back in time for countless thousands of years, the water of Lethe River has become clear and surging and flowing, the waves stirred up are reflected in the sun, and the colorful rainbow light is intoxicating.

It is no longer a foul-smelling Dead Forgotten River, but a great river full of life, with swimming fish, splashing water, and brilliant waves.

In the distance, there is an ancient city in Nagano, there is a long ridge like a dragon, the village is quiet, the town is prosperous, and the sacred city is majestic.

Here, the monks crossed the sky, facing the bright sun and ascended to the sky, and the ancient beasts roared, which was their mount, and the gods were terrifying.

The tall city of gods is full of monks, men are majestic, heroic and brave, women are out of the dust, peerless elegance!

This is a world of outstanding people, the aura is very rich, so that Zhuo Chuan is frightened, between the mountains and rocks, in the flowers and plants on the roadside, there are spiritual herbs everywhere, precious but not rare.

Zhuo Chuan stood here, and there was a sense of familiarity in his heart, as if he had been here before, as if he had passed through here in his previous life, everything made him feel strange and familiar.

"Roaring ......"

Suddenly, a roar shook the heavens and the earth, and the heavens seemed to be about to collapse, shaking people's ears and souls.

In the sky, dark clouds covered the sun, like a storm coming, and black oppressive clouds covered the sky.

Zhuo Chuan's divine sense stared at his eyes and looked into the distance, and found that it was not a dark cloud, but a group of soldiers, and the black clouds were overwhelming the city and wanted to destroy it, and the soldiers were here.

Only then did he realize that there was still a majestic pass standing in front of the army and the ancient land of Renjie, which was not tall, but it was very stable, and it was as heavy as a galaxy, and at this moment it rushed into a shocking light, blocking the footsteps of the army.

"Border Pass!"

Countless monks rushed up, they wore armor, held Tiange, heroic posture, a few steps into the high sky, to meet the enemy, to go to the duel.

This picture made Zhuo Chuan's heart surge, but when he looked at it, there was a sense of familiarity in the depths of his mind, as if he had also fought in this pass and spilled blood.

But I don't know if it's the attacking general or the defending leader!

On the banks of the Lechuan River, a light boat slowly moved forward, fluttering through the turbulent water, and the waves fell on the boat, but it was dispelled by a strange force and returned to the river.

On the light boat, a monk took charge of the boat and came towards Zhuo Chuan.

"Donor, the water is too turbulent, why don't I cross the river with you!"

The monk raised his head and smiled at Zhuo Chuan charitentially, and his treasure was solemn.

But this moment made his heart tremble, and he couldn't help but take a few steps back.

Because, the appearance of this monk Zhuo Chuan has seen, it is the monk who wanted to cross the river with ancient wood and dry branches before, although the Buddha nature is magnificent at this time, but the appearance is the same, he will never admit his mistake.

"The river is rapid, all living beings need people to cross, although the poor monk's boat is small, but it is enough to cross one person in the long red dust!"

The monk whispered, but when Zhuo Chuan looked at it again, his appearance changed, his eyebrows were handsome, handsome and natural, he was nine points similar to himself, but there was a little more miracle and a little less immaturity.

"You ......"

Zhuo Chuan lost his color, staggered backwards, unable to see through everything in front of him.

"Crossing people, crossing oneself, crossing the common people, who is not crossing? Donor, you are in love!"

Suddenly, the monk's appearance changed again, becoming a fat-faced and big-eared monk, with kind eyebrows and kind eyes, and the Buddha's light shone.

Zhuo Chuan's heart was shocked, what kind of existence was this, as if he could understand everything in the world in an instant. The past, the present, and the future are all in his calculations, in his grasp.

Every time he looked at the monk, he was in a different form, a boat boss, a sunny boy, a beautiful woman, and even a white skeleton......

"The Buddha has no appearance, and all living beings have a phase in their hearts, and then the Buddha has a phase!"

Until the end, Zhuo Chuan did not get on the boat, the monk and the light boat turned into a wisp of green smoke in the rushing Lethe River and dispersed, leaving with a leisurely singing voice, curling Nana, like fireworks scattered.

Zhuo Chuan stood on the bank of the Lechuan River, standing in the distance of vision, and rows of soldiers would rise to the sky, killing and fighting.

And he was only an outsider, savoring all that was in the world, and no monk could see him except for the strange monk who had to cross the river.

"What kind of world is this, is it false in my heart or has it ever been real?"

The sound of the water is still the same, and there is a stone bridge not far from him, on which the sword and halberd are vicissitudes, and the age is long.

He didn't stay where he was, he walked towards the stone bridge, looked around at the world around him, and suddenly smiled with relief.

"The Buddha has no appearance, all sentient beings need to cross, and the people who cross people have never been more than the Buddha......"

Zhuo Chuan did not hesitate, raised his feet and stepped onto the stone bridge, and walked towards the opposite bank step by step.

In this process, the scene of heaven and earth changes, as if every step of the fall spans 10,000 years, the mountains and fields wither, the divine city is deserted, the border passes from majestic to dilapidated, countless monks shed blood, and the power of the years erodes everything.

I don't know how many steps I walked, when Zhuo Chuan turned back again, the stone bridge behind him was gone, the sound of the water in Lechuan was still the same, and the area was foggy, I couldn't see through it, I couldn't see through it.

Zhuo Chuan still stood on the bank of the Lechuan River, but he had reached the other side, from the desolate and lonely bank to the other world.

Here, the big tree towers over the sky, there are spirit birds flying in the sky, there are divine trees taking root on the top of the mountain, sprinkling brilliant brilliance, fragrant flowers and plants, rich aura, seeing the world at a glance, falling into the English colorful, can be called a fairyland.