The foggy city that lingered in the fog shocked Xia Qing, who came here for the first time.

This fog is no longer a dark and dull fog, but an elegant white mist, like the morning mist that rises in the morning. In the mist, there are countless Buddha halls. Through the mist, you can see a large number of monks coming out of the Buddha hall and waiting in a line on the mountain, as if to welcome some distinguished guest. The bells and drums on the mountain rang in unison, and many masters who had been in retreat for decades came out one after another, ** grand.

"Qing'er, how is it, have you sensed your mother's breath?" asked the old shopkeeper.

Xia Qing came back to his senses, condensed and sensed for a moment, and nodded quickly, "I sensed it, it's behind this high mountain!"

Xia Qing became excited, and after passing the Ten Thousand Beasts Mountain, the unique and cordial power fluctuations were obviously much clearer, this was the call of his mother!

"Really?"

The old shopkeeper frowned, a little unconvinced, "According to common sense, it is impossible for the Great Happy Valley to appear here, unless ......"

"Sure, it's right behind the mountain!" Xia Qing nodded.

"Behind the mountain is the Broken Swamp, this son, are you here to explore the Broken Swamp?" Ye Siyuan was also surprised, she was just ordered to greet her, and she didn't know the purpose of Xia Qing and the old shopkeeper.

"It's not exploring, it's looking for people!"

Xia Qing replied, unable to suppress the excitement and anticipation in his heart, and resolutely flew out, wanting to bypass the foot of the mountain and go to the broken swamp as fast as possible.

There are many Buddha halls on the mountain, like a country of a thousand Buddhas, magnificent, **, sacred, and there is an inexplicable sense of mystery and attraction, which makes people can't help but go in to worship and pilgrimage;

The expectation of finding a mother overcomes all curiosity and fear;

Xia Qing was excited, and he wanted to find his mother at all costs, which was his greatest long-cherished wish.

"Qing'er, stop, it's extremely dangerous to break the swamp, Qing'er ......"

The old shopkeeper was anxious, stretched out his hand and grabbed the void, wanting to catch Xia Qing, but he didn't expect Xia Qing to be on guard, his body suddenly swayed from side to side, his feet stepped on the Heavenly Master to dodge it, and the dark light of the dark night shadow cloak on his body flashed, and he used the wind riding frame fog trick to speed away, "This kid, alas, ......"

The old shopkeeper sighed and reluctantly followed.

There were two places in the Nether Realm that he had to worry about, one was the King of Jizo, and the other was the broken swamp behind the high mountain, which was a fierce place that even he didn't dare to set foot on easily. The reason why I have not supported Xia Qing to come to Fog City is that I am worried that Xia Qing will act impulsively, but I didn't expect that the more afraid I am, the more I will come.

"Lord Governor, wait a minute, the king of Jizo is waiting for you on the mountain, wait a minute......"

Ye Siyuan was also anxious, many masters of Fog City had already lined up to greet her, but Xia Qing and the old shopkeeper had left, how could she explain to the King of Jizo?

Xia Qing and the old shopkeeper were faster, and in the blink of an eye, there were only two small black dots left that appeared and disappeared in the fog, and no one listened to the night.

"Damn, stinky boy!"

Ye Siyuan gritted his teeth, stomped his feet and flew up to follow. After chasing for a while, she found that not only did she not close the distance, but was thrown farther away by Xia Qing, so angry that she ran away, and suddenly opened a pair of huge wings to catch up, bringing a strong wind in the fog, "Stinky boy, don't think that you can be presumptuous in the Nether Realm just because you are a personal disciple of Lao Zhou Mu, it's best not to let the deity catch up, hum!"

Ye Siyuan was annoyed, flapped his wings and chased after him for a while, but he could only look at Xia Qing's back from afar, and the more he chased, the more angry he became. A dignified leader of the Netherworld, known as the Night King, even the Sky Devouring Beast King who guarded the Ten Thousand Beast Mountain was respectful when he saw her. With her identity, she had to come out to greet her in person, which made her very unhappy, but she didn't expect that Xia Qing would leave without even doing this small task!

"This kid is too blind, too hateful!"

"It's just presumptuous in Wuzhou, and when you get to this netherworld, you are still so arrogant, looking for death!"

The more Ye Siyuan thought about it, the more angry he became, and he was worried that Xia Qing would really die in the broken swamp by accident, and he couldn't explain to the King of Jizo, so he had to chase after him with all his might, not to mention how aggrieved he was.

In the foggy city, the bells and drums rang out in unison, and the monks who were waiting in a line on the mountain suddenly sat down cross-legged and recited scriptures on the spot. Slowly, the ancient Buddha halls emitted a Buddha light, and the top of the treasure hall was even more Buddha light, hundreds of millions of Buddha lights gathered together, penetrating the fog and rushing straight to the sky, like a lighthouse in the vast sea.

The fog rolled violently and whined, and it seemed that there were countless demons or lonely ghosts wailing together.

Xia Qing also felt a sense in his heart, turned his head and glanced at the Earth's Hidden Treasure Hall shining in the Buddha's light from afar, and continued to rush forward. After bypassing the fog city, an endless swamp faintly appeared in front of him, and the mother's breath became even stronger.

The old shopkeeper's brows furrowed even tighter, and he gradually narrowed the distance between him and Xia Qing.

In mid-air, a black shadow flew by, and Ye Siyuan caught up like a big bird, getting faster and faster, and then, he found that even if he increased his speed to the extreme, he couldn't even reduce the distance with Xia Qing, who was running on the ground at an incredibly fast speed, and the dark light of the cloak on his body flowed, like a meteor flying close to the ground.

"This kid, it's so hateful!"

Ye Siyuan chased and scolded, and after scolding, he subconsciously muttered, feeling that Xia Qing's speed was abnormally fast. In her opinion, Xia Qing's cultivation is very average, and he has not even broken through the realm of life and death, and he will die when he encounters a slightly more powerful demon;

"It's strange, how the hell does this kid cultivate?"

"There are immortal fire seeds in the body, as well as demon fire and demon fire, could it be that this kid is also a demon?

Ye Siyuan muttered, and his heart was a little confused.

Under the night sky, the three of them flew all the way, getting closer and closer to the broken swamp. The fog was rolling, and from time to time there were all kinds of howls of demons and monsters, and the average master had to be weak when he heard it, and he hid as far as he could, but the three of them were not afraid, but the speed was getting faster and faster.

On the high mountains of Fog City, there are bursts of Sanskrit sounds.

Many Buddhist monks sat on the ground one after another, reciting passages of scriptures, and their voices were muffled and frustrated, and they spread far away. Everywhere the Buddha sound and Buddha light went, the demons retreated one after another, wailing or roaring and shrinking into the depths of the fog, one by one murderous, ready to fight back wildly. Outside the sand city, many revenants instinctively rushed forward and took the opportunity to flee into the sand city for refuge. Wandering in the wilderness, sooner or later you will fall into the bottomless Yin River or be hunted by demons, and escaping into the sand city is equivalent to being reincarnated as a human being, or even eternal life!

The gray mist rolled violently and whined, as if it was also welcoming the arrival of many dead souls.

In the Jizo Treasure Hall at the highest point of the Fog City, the huge Jizo King sat cross-legged on a lotus flower, holding a mystical magic trick in both hands, and also praising a passage of scriptures, and there were more than a hundred masters sitting under the main hall, and the Sanskrit sound was bursting. King Jizo looked dignified, looking sacred, **, but inadvertently, a strange smile appeared on his face.