"Woo-"

"Bang bang bang bang - "

The water splashes, and every wave is like an era, a world.

Moreover, the wind roared here, and the sound of a terrible ghost crying came. Even though Xia Yu had become the emperor, he still felt a chill on his back, and a cool breath rushed up from the soles of his feet.

This is the real horror, a river blocking its way.

"What kind of river is this? Why is it so horrible—"

Empress Ziwei exclaimed, her face turned pale.

When encountering this river, she is as strong as her, and she is already an emperor. But like a mortal woman, her body is trembling, and she is very afraid of the river. The temperature here is also very low, and the sound of ghost crying is getting more and more mixed and louder.

"Ahh Even Xianwu can drown—"

The snow-white beast exclaimed in surprise and stared at the river ahead.

It is said that it is a river, but it can flow only because it is formed by the convergence of things in a liquid state. But the water inside is not water in the ordinary sense at all, it is a terrible river.

Just like the river of time, although it is called a river, the water in it is transformed by the power of time and the laws of the world.

A wave is an era, one era at a time.

The soul river in front of him is even more terrifying.

The snow-white beast has a memory of inheritance, but the memory of inheritance is too large. In addition to basic common sense and dragon secret arts, some memories need to encounter similar scenes and things in order to be triggered.

According to the inheritance memory, the snow-white little beast knew that this was called the Soul River.

Soul River!

It endures forever, and no one knows its origin, nor does anyone know its end.

Legend has it that those who encounter the Soul River will die!

This is also the legendary soul river that the living do not see, but the dead see. But it is much more terrifying than the Huangquan River in the underworld, the long river of time in the human world, and the weak water river in the fairy realm.

"Little one, a little insight-"

A voice of vicissitudes and aging came.

"Who?"

Xia Yu let out a loud shout and glanced around, but still didn't find anyone who spoke.

"Look at the Soul River—"

Empress Ziwei exclaimed.

Xia Yu looked at the Soul River, and saw a small boat appear on the edge of the Soul River, and on the boat, there was an old man with a straw hat and crutches. The old man was bent over, coughing incessantly, as if he might lose his breath at any moment.

Bang

With his other hand, he paddled the oar, docked the boat on the edge of the Soul River, and smiled kindly at the snow-white beast.

"Wow-hell-baby-"

The snow-white little beast exclaimed, and ran into the arms of the Empress Ziwei with a whoosh, this time he didn't dislike the Empress Ziwei, because Mu Jin was not here.

"The True Dragon Clan is worthy of being one of the strongest races among all races, and you can see at a glance that the old man is a ghost-"

The old man smiled, and showed a kind smile to the snow-white beast again.

"Hey—don't smile at this baby, this baby is scared—"

The snow-white beast was so frightened that its fur stood on end, and the old man's smile that he thought was kind was, in his opinion, a devil's smile.

This is really not a living person.

"Hehe—this courage is not like your ancestors. Why, you little guys, want to cross the Soul River and go to the True Dragon's Lair?"

The old man smiled, he found that Xia Yu was the person in charge, so he looked at Xia Yu.

"Dare to ask the seniors for their names, the juniors have indeed thought about the Soul River. We helped this little guy go to the real dragon's nest to pick up some things left by his ancestors, and asked his seniors to give him guidance on how to pass this soul river. As soon as we got closer, it felt like even our spirits were about to melt. ”

Xia Yu arched his hand and asked the old man for advice.

"My name and surname have long been forgotten, and people call me the ferryman of the Soul River - hehe, the juniors can know that the living people of the Soul River are not seen, and the dead are afraid. The living, seeing the river of souls, will die. The deceased, seeing the river of souls, passed away. ”

The ferryman smiled kindly.

"So, if it weren't for the Holy Relic to protect us, we would have fallen a long time ago?"

Xia Yu's heart moved, and he said tentatively.

"Junior, you don't have to be tempted. If there are no holy relics, close to the Soul River, your physical body will turn into ashes as soon as possible, and your soul can barely turn into a drop of Soul River water. How do you think this river came from? For endless years, the spirits of countless living beings have been transformed. ”

The ferryman's smile was very kind, but Xia Yu couldn't help but shiver.

This soul river is so terrifying.

"The Soul River is so terrifying, more dangerous than the River of Time-"

Xia Yu couldn't help but gasp, this real dragon's nest, how could it be fed by the Soul River.

"Scared—"

The ferryman bared his teeth, and his smile was even more eerie and terrifying.

"If this is the true river of souls, even if there are holy relics, you will definitely die. This is just a small section of the soul river intercepted by the ancestral dragon in prehistory, when the great flood destroyed the world, to protect the true dragon's nest. And this seat is not a real ferryman, just a projection of the ferryman. ”

The ferryman bared his teeth, trying to make Xia Yu and the others not so afraid.

But when he said this, Xia Yu and the others were even more shocked. This is special, it is only a small section of the soul river intercepted by the ancestral dragon, and the transformed ones are so terrifying.

How terrifying is the real Soul River?

"The Great Flood is a legend, and the Great Flood in prehistoric times almost wiped out the world?"

Xia Yu immediately captured this key point, could it be said that the legendary prehistoric flood really exists.

"That's nature, the Great Flood wiped out the world, and nine out of ten living beings in the human world fell. Only a small fraction survived - " the ferryman replied in the affirmative, the prehistoric flood was real, and more than once.

"Could it be that the Soul River has something to do with the Great Flood?"

Xia Yu immediately thought of the Soul River in front of him, if it flooded and flowed into the world, it would be more terrifying than the Huangquan River, the Long River of Time and the Weak Water River.

"What about asking me? The old man is just a ferryman's projection, and his memory is broken, what do you ask me?"

The ferryman smiled even more eeriely.

"Please also ask the seniors to advise-"

Xia Yu asked again.

According to the old man's memory, there is such a thing. In the Great Flood, the Soul River, the Long River of Time, the Huangquan River and the Weak Water River all participated, as well as unknown creatures and great terrors. The old man seems to be the person who fell in the prehistoric flood, and later after being nourished by the soul river, the soul blood and soul soil were nurtured and formed, and he became this generation of ferrymen. ”

The ferryman pondered for a moment, then organized a part of the mutilated memory into words and spoke.

This turned out to be the truth of the prehistoric flood, and it is the tip of the iceberg of its truth.

Xia Yu gasped, if there was a great flood in the world, how many living beings would survive?

"Are you a ferryman of this generation? Are there many generations of ferrymen?"

Xia Yu was even more shocked.

"What do you ask? Ask me, do you want to cross the river?"

The ferryman is impatient, why are you doing it?

"Please also ask the seniors for advice, how to cross the river-"

Xia Yu saw that the ferryman was impatient, and he didn't ask any more.

"It's very simple, one back and forth, to receive a holy relic from you. It's very cheap, the old man sees that you are a little baby, so he will give you a cheaper, otherwise, one side of a holy relic. ”

The ferryman smiled kindly and began to ask for a price.