On the shore of the Dead Sea, An Qisheng stood with his hands in his hands, and the silhouette of the dark was reflected in the light of his eyes.

The Netherworld was opened up by Gu Changfeng, and it took its own inner world as the core, accommodating ninety percent of the world's yin and resentful death at that time, so that the inner scene sank and everything died.

Later, he suspended this realm under the human world and turned into a netherworld.

There are many thresholds inside, just to cleanse the heaven and earth of all the evil and resentful gases.

The Nethersea is one of them, and it's also the most important.

The first step is to cross this netherworld sea, which is very large and very small, and is determined by the amount of yin and resentment in the human body.

As soon as this sea passes, ninety percent of the body's yin and dead qi will be washed away.

Therefore, if there is no one to ferry this Netherworld Dead Sea, even the primordial god law phase, or even the realm of pure oneness, will not be able to cross it.

Because, this is where the 'Tao' of the Netherworld Mansion is located.

Crossing is like fighting against the Netherworld.

Yes, at this time, I saw the ghost boat floating, but no one ferried, and the faces of several people who knew something about the underworld changed slightly.

"Oops, the Netherworld has lost contact for too long, and there is no ferryman here!"

Mingxin Daoren's face changed slightly.

The Netherworld Sea is not an ordinary sea, but a collection of all the evil, resentment, and obscurity throughout the ages, which is not something that ordinary people can manipulate.

One is not good, let alone falling into the sea, even if a wave hits, I am afraid that only An Qisheng can be safe and sound.

"It's not a big problem."

Wei Shaoyou smiled 'hey'.

"Huh?"

Mingxin Dao people are doubting themselves in their hearts.

I heard a hoarse voice sound:

"So the real person asked me to come to do this drudgery?"

But it was Yan Xiake who lifted the cloak that he had worn for ninety years, revealing a crystal skeleton that could not be compared to the most perfect crystals in the world.

"White, Bone Man?"

Mingxin Daoist was taken aback: "Gold, silver, copper, iron, jade, crystal, you, you are only one step away from refining death and rebirth!" ”

His heart was full of incredible, this appearance was clearly the appearance of the White Bone Man Demon cultivating to the peak!

"You little Taoist priest, you have a bit of eyesight."

Yan Xiake bared her teeth and smiled, and the ghost fire in her eyes shook.

"Those who can work hard, and you have to ferry this errand."

Anderson chuckled.

The Netherworld cannot be crossed, this is not a legend, but a rule, the rules of the Netherworld, even if it is the Netherworld himself, the rules that must be followed.

Naturally, he also followed the local customs.

Of course, he fiddled with this boat, but he had ready-made labor, so why do it himself?

Yan Xiake shook her head, but she didn't resist.

For something he had never touched before, he himself was a little eager to try.

Call~

At this time, the ghost boat in the Dead Sea had already broken through the waves, splashing a little ink black water droplets, the terrifying Wei Shaoyou, and the Mingxin Daotong retreated again and again.

An Qisheng beckoned, and the splashed water droplets had already flown towards him, turning into a pitch-black water ball with a dangerous aura above his palm.

Snort~

As far as the naked eye can see, there is a violent friction on the water ball, and faintly, it seems that thousands of demons are struggling and roaring in it.

"This sea has some meaning, no wonder it can suppress the ...... of that 'dragon'."

An Qisheng took a fixed look at it, and then casually threw it into the sea.

This side of the sea contains all the yin and evil qi between heaven and earth throughout the ages, which seems to have no weight, but in fact, the weight is beyond imagination.

Dripping water is heavier than mountains, not only can erode the primordial spirit, but also can suppress the body, to a certain extent, it can also be regarded as a natural treasure.

In fact, it's not that there are no evil cultivators who want to take this water to practice the Fa, it's just that this water is not to say that it is yin to evil, and it is in the netherworld, where are there a few evil cultivators who dare to come?

Those who dare to come are buried in it.

and the first known as the Emperor Ten Fierce, the most murderous 'Yu' buried at the bottom of the netherworld.

"'Yu' is suppressed at the bottom of this netherworld?"

Wei Shaoyou gasped, and his scalp was numb.

He knew that with the Netherworld Mansion Monarch Sacrifice as the node, there would be no difference of a few years, and the ten great demons and ghosts should have all awakened, otherwise it would be impossible for them to all be born in the next two hundred years.

In other words, this one, known as the Emperor Ten Fierce, the most murderous 'Yu', has revived at this time.

If you are suddenly attacked when you are waiting for others to cross the sea, the situation is afraid to be extremely dangerous.

"Emperor, Emperor Ten?"

Hearing this name, Mingxin Daoren's face also changed suddenly, and his gaze at this Dead Sea seemed to have seen a ghost.

"Master, it's dangerous......."

The yellow dog on Anqisheng's shoulder also stood up, and the hair on his body stood up, obviously frightened.

The name of the Emperor Ten is too big, especially for non-living beings.

It was Yan Xiake, who didn't seem to have any reaction.

One jumped onto the ghost boat, lifted the oar and danced twice, and scolded with a smile: "This thing is so heavy, are those ferrymen all Yuanshen real people?" ”

"Crossing the sea."

An Qisheng paced onto the boat, Wei Shaoyou hesitated for a moment, and followed with Mingxin Daoren.

When I got on the boat, the scene in front of me changed again.

Only a few feet apart, the shore they had stood on before was already shrouded in mist, and when they looked around, the sky and the earth were as black as ink, without the slightest light or color.

As soon as they got on the boat, several people suddenly felt a little dizzy, and all kinds of distracting thoughts arose in their hearts, and the chaos seemed to go crazy.

"Concentrate, breathe."

Wei Shaoyou and Mingxin Daoren were in a slight trance, and with a weight on their shoulders, they involuntarily sat down cross-legged.

"The Netherworld does not cross the surviving people, although the two of you have magical powers, you have too many thoughts, take this opportunity to polish one or two."

Anqisheng stood on the deck, looking far away.

This is not a real sea, but to a certain extent, it is a sea of nothingness of evil and resentment, a place of extreme evil in the world.

It is boundless, because the human heart is boundless, and iniquity is endless.

Those who can't see through the yin and resentment, and whose hearts are not transparent enough, can't cross the sea, and it is precisely because of this that the first known as the Emperor Ten Evils can be suppressed here, and the most ferocious 'Yu' can be suppressed.

The human heart is both light and heavy.

Those who see through are as light as a feather, and those who can't see through are as heavy as stars and moons.

At this moment, in An Qisheng's eyes, at the bottom of the sea of dead silence, there was an unknown huge behemoth.

It looks like a snake but not a snake, like a dragon but not a dragon, and has the characteristics of a thousand fierce beasts, which is extremely weird and evil.

At this time, this evil demon is in silence, and the fluctuation of this dead silence method is due to its occasional trembling.

Compared with the 'dragon', this 'dragon' is more thorough.

"This oar is too heavy......"

Shake halfway. Rao is Yan Xiake's cultivation at this time, and he was also tired and his whole body 'clicked'.

"It's not the weight of the oars, it's your heart, it's uncertain."

An Qisheng glanced at Yan Xiake.

Yan Xiake is undoubtedly a smart person, the former Yan Liushou, ninety years of training, how can his state of mind be not quiet.

It was nothing more than he guessed something.

"Alas!"

Hearing this, Yan Xiake let out a long sigh:

"I still can't hide it from the real person."

Call~

The yin wind blew, and a trace of gray appeared on Yan Xiake's crystal skeleton, and disappeared in an instant.

It's not that the yin wind is blowing into his body, it's that the yin wind has taken something away from his body, and in the same way, there are Wei Shaoyou and Mingxin Daoren.

This is the distraction of their hearts, the filth of their souls.

But don't think that's a good thing, because this yin wind doesn't have the ability to discern, and it will blow until there is no impurity in your soul and no more thoughts in your heart.

"Yan knows that real people have great powers, but if they are just settled today, if real people have a case, ninety years of hard work, they will be buried in one day."

Yan Xiake said, but did not stop moving.

Shaking the oars, the ghost boat broke through the waves and passed through the fog.

But the Dead Sea really seems to have no end, and there is still no end in sight even if the ghost boat breaks through the waves.

Hearing Yan Xiake's worries, An Qisheng chuckled:

"You think I'm here to find Xie Qiqi?"

"Isn't it?"

Yan Xiake's heart moved.

That's all he fears.

For thousands of years, I don't know how many primordial gods have to enter the netherworld in the end, either to follow the footsteps of the Netherworld, or to find another path above the primordial gods.

But all the masters, unsurprisingly, were planted in the netherworld.

For thousands of years, there have been mortals or lowly cultivators who strayed into the netherworld and returned to the yang world, but there was no real person who entered the netherworld and walked out alive!

No exceptions!

Although An Qisheng did not say it explicitly, this is not a secret to the discerning person.

Looking for a book in the Netherworld?

There is only one famous book in the Netherworld......

That is, the legendary book of life and death reincarnation held by the king of the Netherworld!

"I'm here to find Xie Qi."

An Qisheng's eyes were calm, and he said slowly:

"But I don't have to look for him......."

"Huh?"

Yan Xiake's eyes froze with ghostly fire.

Call!

An Qisheng explained, and said no more, and his sleeve robe shook when it was empty.

Laugh at~

A faint red light flashed and disappeared, and then, in the countless ghost crying and howling, the cloudy fog in front of the ghost boat seemed to be cut by the heavenly sword.

I don't know how long it stretches.

Yan Xiake looked at it with great eyes, and along the long-lasting knife mark, faintly, it seemed that a touch of white light could be seen.

Is that.....

"Someone picks up, why don't you leave quickly?"

Seeing that Yan Xiake was still stunned, An Qisheng gently patted him on the shoulder.

Click~~~

Visible to the naked eye, Yan Xiake's bones trembled wildly, and then burst out with terrifying power.

Between the sound of the explosion of the breaking sound, this leaf ghost boat had already rushed away along the place where the knife mark was, dozens of miles in an instant.

Gollum~~~

After the ghost boat disappeared, another moment passed.

Somewhere on the surface of the Dead Sea, large bubbles like boiling water suddenly appeared, and then layers of ripples slowly spread.

In the depths of the sea of dead silence, which no one can see, a pair of scarlet eyes are huge, containing endless tyranny.

Suddenly opened!