Qin Xianglin fell into a realm of confusion, blood flowed out of his nostrils, and his body was entangled by the power of death, as if he was entangled in his body by a giant python, unable to breathe, his heartbeat began to be weak, and he only felt so tired, very tired.

Qin Xianglin only felt that his eyelids were very heavy, as if there was a thousand catties of weight on them, and under the pressure, Qin Xianglin wanted to close his eyes.

The eyelids were so heavy that Qin Xianglin couldn't support them anymore.

At the moment when he closed his eyes, a voice suddenly came from Qin Xianglin's mind:

"If you close your eyes at this time, you will be on Huangquan Road when you open them again!"

It turned out to be the voice of Master Shao Ruhai.

At this time, the Huang Kui token, which had been shattered, was regrouping and returning to its original appearance, with light shining on Qin Xianglin's body.

"Wake up, wake up, Qin Xianglin, wake up quickly!"

Shao Ruhai's voice came from inside the Huang Kui token, one after another.

"Master, I'm so tired, I'm so tired!" Qin Xianglin silently replied to Shao Ruhai's voice.

"Do you remember what was on your mind? You have to wake up for them! Shao Ruhai's voice was like thunder, full of anger.

Qin Xianglin's whole body was cold, but in an instant, pictures appeared in his mind:

Chen Xiuya held the child with a loving face......

Zhang Shufang wore a work uniform and worked overtime in the hotel office alone......

The honest tree stands there like a mountain......

Hu Bing clamped the cigarette with two of the three fingers he was born, and his expression was gloomy......

Xia Qingqing hugged Ling'er...... Apricot blocked Qin Xianglin's lethal move in the Shadow Gate......

"I can't die!" A powerful voice sounded in Qin Xianglin's mind.

Suddenly, Qin Xianglin opened his eyes, and the nosebleed had already solidified at the corner of his mouth.

Qin Xianglin wanted to sit up, but he was entangled by the power of death, and his body was as heavy as a thousand pounds.

Qin Xianglin didn't want to die, but in fact, apart from Qin Xianglin's eyes that had just opened, and his heart that was still beating, Qin Xianglin was not much different from a corpse.

Because Qin Xianglin couldn't control his body anymore, he couldn't move even a finger.

Qin Xianglin tried to run the True Qi, trying to break through the death qi wrapped around his body, but to no avail.

This invisible aura of death, overlapping and overlapping, was like a mountain, firmly pressing on Qin Xianglin's mountain.

At this moment, Qin Xianglin finally understood why the person who was about to die could not move, even if he was not injured in any way, he would be suppressed by the power of death, making him unable to move.

Qin Xianglin was so anxious that he was sweating profusely, and he had vaguely guessed that he had miscalculated the time, today was not the eighth day, but the seventh day. If he continued to let the power of death be pressed like this, Qin Xianglin's soul would be forced out of his body by the power of death.

Before it gets dark, Qin Xianglin must find a way to break through this power of death.

Qin Xianglin began to make various attempts, and began to use the Divine Fire Lin, the Dafa of Beast Taming, and the Ten Thousand Laws to Return to the Sect...... The power of death was like an iron chain that firmly entangled Qin Xianglin.

Qin Xianglin struggled hard, using all his strength, but to no avail.

Time was passing little by little, and a little sunlight could be seen at the mouth of the reservoir well, but it was already half past four in the afternoon.

Half past four in the afternoon means that the night is not far away.

Qin Xianglin felt that he had used up all the solutions in his body, but he still couldn't break free. At this time, Qin Xianglin was almost desperate.

At the foot of the mountain on the other side, in a temple called Ciyun Temple, Daming sat cross-legged and led 9981 Buddhist monks to recite the Heart Sutra of the Dharma Transmission Together, this Heart Sutra is the mantra of Buddhism, which has the miraculous effect of eliminating disasters and avoiding difficulties. Of course, retrograde chanting can also breed evil spirits and have the effect of killing.

Da Ming retreated when he came on the seventh day, which was also what Qin Xianglin meant. However, he and Qin Linxiang are friends, and the "Heart Sutra of the Law" is given by Qin Xianglin, Da Ming is a person who knows how to repay kindness, so when Qin Xianglin is alive and dead, he will do his best to repay Qin Xianglin.

In the Tsz Yun Temple, there are a total of 82 monks in the main hall, the first one is only in his twenties, and the rest of the monks, the oldest is 97 years old, and the youngest is also 79 years old, neatly filled the Buddhist hall.

Each of them is an application, reciting the Heart Sutra, and the Dharma is solemn. How spectacular is this?

When Qin Xianglin's thoughts were lost, he gradually heard the sound of chanting scriptures. At first, I thought it was an illusion, but when I listened closely, I heard the sound of the Heart Sutra.

When Qin Xianglin heard this voice, he immediately knew that it was Da Ming who was praying for himself, because there were not many people in the world who could still pass on the Heart Sutra.

The Heart Sutra recited by the eighty-two eminent monks is like a bright ray of sunlight shining in the dark bottom of the well.

Bathing in this ray of sunlight, Qin Linxiang felt that his cold body had a little sense, and it seemed that he could move.

Qin Xianglin gently flicked his fingers, but it was still very difficult. The breath of death is in the order of heaven and earth, and it comes from the nine secluded rivers under the dark mountain behind the capital city.

The Nine Secluded Rivers lie between the Xudu City and the Netherworld Back Yin Mountain, flow through the Senluo Palace, and flow to the Vain Death City, among which there are three bridges, the most famous one is the Nai He Bridge.

The Jiuyou River is as black as ink, three thousand drowning goose feathers can't float, and the water in the river flows all year round, but it seems to be frozen in ice, and there is no movement at all.

Among them, the breath of death is the energy generated when the ink flows in the Nine Hidden Rivers, and it is the most yin thing between heaven and earth.

The living will die as if they were hiding without disease, and the breath of death will flow from the underworld to the human world like a great serpent, looking for a host.

Generally entangled by the breath of death, the living only feel tired, close their eyes and don't want to open them again, once there are a few hours, the three souls and seven spirits are forced out of the body by this breath of yin, and are hooked away by the yin difference, and brought into the yellow spring.

The yellow sand on the Huangquan Road is all over the sky, and the ground is red and yellow, but the sand is not ordinary sand, but Yama cinnabar. The sand is not static, it flows like the river water in the Jiuyou River, like spring water, so it has the name of Yellow Spring.

Yin Cha took the puppet soul up to the Huangquan Road, his legs did not need to be forced, he only needed to stand still, and Yama Cinnabar would lead the person to the front.

Therefore, Huangquan Road is there to go and no return.

Three thousand miles of red land and yellow sand, ending in the city of vain.

The breath of death from the Nine Hidden River wrapped around Qin Xianglin's body, and at this moment, the Dharma Transmission Heart Sutra chanted by the Ming monks and others flowed into Qin Xianglin's body, forming a yin and a yang with the breath of death, and the impact was violent.

In the violent impact, Qin Xianglin gained a brief lucidity, and he was also silently reciting the Heart Sutra of the Dharma Transmission in his mouth.

As the Heart Sutra was chanted, the qi of heaven and earth, one yin and one yang, had a violent impact.

This impact collided violently in front of Qin Xianglin, forming two vortices, which were beginning to rotate.

I don't know why, Qin Xianglin felt that this vortex was somewhat familiar, as if he had seen it somewhere.

One yin and one yang are two super strong gases, one black and one white, but they are the principle of yin and yang gossip rotation.

But Qin Xianglin knew this principle a long time ago, and at this moment, Qin Xianglin vaguely felt that it was not yin and yang gossip.

In the temple, the Jizo King is enshrined, and behind the Jizo King Bodhisattva is a bronze bell more than one person high, and below the bronze bell is a well.

The bronze bell that is enshrined behind the king of Jizo is also known as the Nine Shades Bronze Bell, and it is rumored that this Nine Shades Bronze Bell is connected to the underworld, so that the deceased are buried here to burn incense, and then the Nine Shades Bronze Bell is gently sounded with the leadership of the monk, and the memory of the living to the deceased will be conveyed to the underworld.

At this moment, eighty-two eminent monks chanted the Heart Sutra in the hall, and the whole temple was solemn. Suddenly, there was a bell of "knock ......", everyone was taken aback, but when they listened carefully, it was the sound of the Nine Shadows Bronze Bell.

However, no one rang the bell, but the Nine Shadows Bronze Bell made a self-chiming sound.

The sound of "Dong ......" is not loud, but it is deep and distant, and it is soul-stirring, like the sound of a horn from the Nine Hidden Underworld.