Xuanyuan Qingluan's determination made me stunned.

At this moment, I thought of Nalan Chuchu, not long ago she would rather die than let me go to Yanxia to move the rescue soldiers.

Two women with different personalities are the same at this time.

Women are really magical beings, and they are often inferior to men in terms of cultivation talent, strength, and so on.

But they are emotional, and they can always burst out with power beyond imagination.

For the emotions they believe in, they can be desperate for anything, go against the sky, do not seek inevitable success, as long as they maintain hope, they can also smile at Jiuquan.

Similarly, there is my wife Ye Hongyu and my mother Chen Yanran......

They are not great, but they are as great as mountains.

Seeing that the Yin Qi short sword had pierced Xuanyuan Qingluan's body along the crack of the statue, I was extremely conflicted at this time.

Reason tells me that this is a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity for me to get rid of Xuanyuan Qingluan.

As long as I sit on the sidelines and watch the tiger fight, and finally use the Yin Justice to suppress it, I will lose a day's big opponent, and the evil clan will also lose the strongest helper in the world.

But the emotion told me that Xuanyuan Qingluan deserved to die, but he shouldn't die like this.

For some people, Xuanyuan Qingluan is the heinous female devil.

But for Jin Jia Nan, she is an infatuated woman, and from her standpoint, she is right.

And she hides a lot of secrets, and if I die in Yin Si like this, I will lose another channel to understand the ancient secrets.

I was hesitant to help her.

"Chen Sanqian, you hurry up for me, this is a divine order, go to the underworld, take the things and leave, hand them to Ao Ze, and he will tell you what to do next!" Xuanyuan Qingluan relied on his powerful qi to resist the Ten Thousand Swords Phagocy, and continued to say to me.

I was curious what it was she that made me take it so seriously.

At this moment, the old and ethereal voice of the Lord of Ten Thousand Swords sounded again: "No matter who you are, this is the end of not abiding by the rules of the Yin Law, death!" ”

As this voice fell, after ten thousand swords, there were ten thousand ghosts.

Grimaces without facial features floated out from the depths of the netherworld, these were the most heinous evil ghosts punished by the Yin Division, their souls had been punished to pieces, even their facial features were worn out, and they looked particularly eerie and terrifying, like faceless ghosts.

With a strange murderous aura, ghosts cried, and thousands of ghosts cried.

I could feel Xuanyuan Qingluan's emotions as she decided to fight to the death to buy me time to descend into the netherworld.

That's when I moved.

It's not that I'm moving, it's the statue that's moving.

At first, I thought it was the golden-armored male divine consciousness hidden in my divine court that was manipulating me, as if I was in the Holy Dragon Ridge.

I thought it was the unfathomable gold-armored man, the woman who was going to save him.

But I soon realized that this was not the case, and I did not feel the divine consciousness of the golden armor man.

The one who controlled the action of this statue turned out to be the humble Chen Sanqian.

That's right, at this moment, I faintly felt Chen Sanqian's soul fluctuations.

I stepped out, not going deep into the netherworld, but stopping in front of Xuanyuan Qingluan.

The only remaining thousand Yin Qi short swords were all stabbed into my body.

The statue of the golden armor man is obviously much harder than the statue of Xuanyuan Qingluan, and it is also more capable of hell and hell.

With a crackling sound, the remaining dagger dissipated.

The sword is scattered, and the ghost comes.

The spirits of the 100,000 evil spirits wept and came.

I have to say that Yin Si can become a realm of its own and become one of the three worlds of heaven, earth and man, which is definitely much more mysterious than imagined, and the means are endless. The demon spirit was able to pass through the statue and break through.

I could feel that in that moment, dozens of evil spirits broke open the statue and burrowed into it.

If I were a mortal in the flesh at this time, I am afraid that I would be corroded by yin qi and my sanity would be damaged.

But I'm also in a state of soul, and I'm not very afraid of them.

Uncontrollably, he raised his hand, and his hands kept sealing.

It's not that I'm sealing, but a kind of consciousness that exists in the dark is sealing, and it's Chen Sanqian's remaining consciousness that is sealing.

I was not stupid, and immediately realized that this might be the handprint of the reincarnated spirit child, so I immediately paid full attention to it and wrote down this mudra one move at a time.

Soon, the complicated handprints were formed and rolled out in one palm.

In an instant, a dazzling golden light burst out of the body with the handprint.

This light has the aura of an immortal, bright and dazzling.

Illuminate all things, purify all beings, and lead all worlds.

This light is like ascending out of thin air in the Yin Division.

The underworld is invisible, and as the golden light rises, it is as if the spirits of the demons have seen the terrifying existence that restrains them.

One by one, the evil spirits returned the same way, and fled in a hurry.

And on my side, it still hasn't stopped.

The statue slowly rises into the air, with a golden light above its head and Bodhi under its feet.

Bodhi gives birth to leaf knots, and leaves fall into the platform.

Finally, the idol stepped on the Bodhi platform, shrouded in golden light, illuminating a way forward.

Looking at this scene, I was secretly frightened.

I didn't expect that the humble and cowardly Chen Sanqian still had this ability, and he really underestimated him.

Xuanyuan Qingluan was also extremely surprised, and couldn't help but ask me: "Chen Sanqian, have you recovered your memory?" ”

I could hear her nervousness, she was afraid that Chen Sanqian would awaken the power of the spirit child and no longer be controlled by her.

Even the old voice that controlled the ten thousand swords and drove the ten thousand ghosts couldn't help but say, "Huh? I see. ”

"Retreat!"

The old ghost's voice gave an order.

In an instant, the eyes became quiet and empty, and the ghost emperors and ghost kings, the yin soldiers and the yin generals, all retreated at this moment.

I followed the light of the spirit child and subconsciously walked forward.

I'd love to see what the spirit boy is capable of.

The so-called opening the door of the two worlds and leading the human emperor, does he really have such a ability?

Now that the human emperor is dead, who is he going to lead?

In this way, I continued to move forward in the direction pointed by the golden light, and Xuanyuan Qingluan also kept following.

Yin Si is already in the endless underground, but we continue to explore at this time.

I passed through the ghost hall layer after layer, and finally came to the eighteenth layer of hell.

Passing through the deepest ghost hall again, we came to the endless Netherworld Abyss.

The abyss was full of ghosts, as if it was about to leave the Three Realms and go to a place that did not exist, the end of the world.

The ghost spirit is surging, rolling endlessly, like a continuous river.

And in this monstrous ghostly aura, there is an eye that rises and falls, looming.

The ghost's eye floated and sank and spun around, looking particularly eerie and terrifying.

There is nothing else here, Xuanyuan Qingluan asked me to come to the Netherworld to take what is here. Obviously, what she wanted was this Nine Shades Eye.

But she's a woman, why do you want these eyes?

I'm not stupid, and a thought immediately rose in my mind, could it be that this eyeball is the eyeball of the golden armor man?

But why is this ghost eye one-eyed?

Thinking of this, I suddenly woke up, and I thought of something else.

Inside the red cloth package that my grandfather handed me, there was a letter, a box that could not be opened until the sixty-sixth layer of immortal popularity, and a fossilized eyeball.

Could it be that the eyeball that my grandfather handed me is another ghost eye?