Fine Water Town, White Shop.

At this time, there are at least hundreds of Yin soldiers, who are surrounded by shops that add up to only a few tens of square meters up and down, and the Yin soldiers did not act immediately, but they were ready to fight, quite a black cloud pressing the city to destroy, and the mountain rain was about to come and the wind was full.

The water god temple dozens of miles away had already collected the golden body and was about to move to the north, and the river god Wei Gong was slightly stunned, and then there was a look of mockery on his face.

As a god, he could naturally sense that tonight was unusual.

This is by no means a sign of the appearance of an ordinary big demon king, obviously there is a very hard stubble, and he has found the unlucky young man who should be his brother-in-law.

"Two years ago, a hundred ghosts traveled at night, Ben Shuai helped you block a catastrophe, two years later, even if you exchange ten more Ding Ling, Ben Shuai will not do such a stupid thing."

"It's not that I'm afraid of losing, but because the one who came tonight doesn't want to provoke me if he lends me a dar."

"Hehe, no wonder there is no ghost tonight, with it alone, it is enough to reach ten thousand ghosts."

"Ding boy, you ask for more blessings."

Wei Gong sneered, his body was shrouded in a cloud of water vapor, and in an instant, he disappeared in place.

And this mysterious water temple in Xishui Town also collapsed at this moment......

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The entrance of the white shop.

Chen Yao blocked in front of the door, holding a green bamboo stick, his face was cold, and his petite body was like a small sapling in a raging storm, which was nothing compared to the hundreds of Yin soldiers.

The young girl, confronting hundreds of Yin soldier brigades, her eyes were firm, and she did not back down in the slightest.

The first Yin soldier led by him, with a sneer in his eyes, said in a human voice:

"Looking for death?"

Chen Yao snorted coldly and answered him with action.

Click!

The green bamboo stick, which began to break and fall off from the front end, slowly stretched out from the inside, and a white sword blade.

The leader of the Yin Soldiers was a little surprised when he saw this scene, and then said in surprise:

"Sword cultivation?"

In the Yin and Yang realm, there are two special veins that exist in the interface and transcend it.

It is physical cultivation and sword cultivation.

At the same level, it can be called invincible, especially after reaching the Seven Realms, you can cultivate the golden body of Arhat, and you are invulnerable.

Entering the Eight Realms, you can use any magic weapon to split mountains and rivers with your bare hands, and push the Yangtze River with your fist.

It's a pity that in the huge Yin and Yang Realm, there are very few physical cultivators who have stepped into the Seven Realms, and there is only one of the Eight Realms, so I don't know if it's a legend or a real existence.

Therefore, no matter how strong the physical cultivation is, because there is no blessing of spiritual power, it is not like a warlock who is serious about the eight classics, he can obtain a long lifespan, even if he is more than a mortal, he will live for more than ten or twenty years, and even some of them will leave hidden dangers in the body because of excessive body refining, and the final lifespan is even inferior to that of ordinary people.

In the end, there is nothing to be afraid of if you do not enter the 7 realms.

If you enter the 7th realm and not enter the 8th realm, even if I can't beat you, I can consume you to death with a lot of magic weapons...... No matter how bad it is, it's not impossible to escape with a retreat.

And sword cultivation is a very special lineage.

In terms of power, the sword cultivation in the early stage is stronger than that of the warlock, slightly inferior to the body refiner, and the more you go to the back, the stronger the sword cultivation is, at the same stage, basically even the body cultivation is not an opponent, but with it, it is also difficult to climb to the sky and the cultivation speed like a snail.

is also a 7 realm, if a warlock can score 70 points and a body refiner can score 80 points, then a 7 realm sword cultivator can score at least 90 points.

But then again, what really made the Yin Difference Leader care about was naturally not Chen Yao's identity as a sword cultivator, after all, even the ethereal scattered people dared to ignore him, unless the 8 Realm Great Sword Immortal arrived, he was confident that he would still be able to dominate the monkey in this blessed land.

What he really cares about is the girl's bamboo sword.

This sword was sheathed with a bamboo stick, and it was only less than two inches out of the sheath, which made him feel an overwhelming boundless sword intent.

The realm of a girl, if she dies, she will not be able to reach 5 realms, but she can come out with such a sword, saying that she has no backing behind her, who believes it?

And this backer must be unimaginably large.

In the Yin and Yang Realm, although many sects have cultivated sword cultivation, the only one that can reach this kind of sword intent is the immortal mansion above the white clouds.

So, he should have immediately gone up to kill the Yin Commander of the Soul Detention Soul Commander who was supposed to go up immediately and kill the Extreme Yin Destiny Kid named Ding Mian, but he hesitated for the time being and stood still for the time being.

And at this moment, a red figure, accompanied by a fierce wind, followed one after another.

The face of the Yin Commander changed.

The Great Demon of the Seven Realms?

No, this yin qi doesn't look like a demon, but like a ghost.

Chen Yao frowned slightly, and when she saw the red figure, she stopped in front of her lightly.

With long red hair and scarlet clothes, his face was extremely pale, bloodless, and his eyes were hollow, like dead wood.

Compared with these inconsistencies, the female ghost in red at the moment seems to be even more ghostly.

The female ghost in red didn't look at Chen Yao, who was puzzled on the side, and said lightly: "I promised to live as an immortal, and when this day comes, Bao Ding will barely die." ”

Chen Yao was slightly stunned, and then said with a wry smile: "But you have also seen that the other party is not small, you, the ghost king of the Seven Realms, may not be able to leave alive tonight." ”

"I've already died once, and if I die again, it's nothing more than ashes." The female ghost pulled out a stiff smile.

This female ghost is the 404 girls' dormitory, the female ghost Xiaofang who committed suicide for love.

"Add me one more."

Another red shadow, a flash.

Chen Yao rubbed her temples, and her skull hurt a little.

It's really strange tonight, two female ghosts who don't want to die one after another, not to mention wearing red clothes, are they all here to help that stupid boy? What kind of shit luck has this idiot been going on lately?

However, this new female ghost in red is obviously much worse than the one in front of her, I'm afraid it's not even as good as herself.

Brush!

Then, a ball of golden light appeared in front of Chen Yao, enveloping her whole person, and in the golden light, there was a tall golden magic image, with both hands clenched into fists, extremely majestic.

In this way, Chen Yao invisibly waited for three more helpers.

The face of the leader of the shadow was a little ugly.

If this girl, who is very likely to be above the white clouds, makes him three points jealous, then the female ghost king in red accounts for two points, the other female ghost in red is almost negligible, and the last golden law phase accounts for one point, so that it exceeds six points.

The shady leader, who has always been accustomed to strategizing, can't help but start weighing this situation, whether he still wants to "do business?" ”

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Dark.

Immensely dark.

There was nothing around but the cold wind that kept pouring into my ears.

I felt like I was being thrown off a high cliff, my body constantly falling and sinking......

During this time, I tried to speak, I wanted to call for help, but my brain seemed to stop reacting, and I was still indifferent to any command.

I don't know how long it has been sinking, it seems like an hour, as if it is a year, as if it is eternal life.

Just when I was about to forget who I was, my back finally touched the ground.

I didn't have the brains bursting as I imagined, I was like a sponge poured in, a little wet and smelled of blood.

I suddenly realized something, turned over, and saw a bloody face facing me.

He was a middle-aged man, his head had been cut off, his eyes hung from his sockets, and his mouth was wide open......

In addition to him, there are countless corpses superimposed below, old and young, male and female.

Everyone's way of dying is extremely miserable.

My throat moved, and I couldn't hold back my screams.

But I didn't say anything, but the other party spoke:

"Hey, you're holding me down."

I panicked and pulled away from him and sat on the ground.

Then, the group of dead bodies, all of them slowly got up from the ground and staggered towards a nearby arched bridge.

One, two, three, four......

There were hundreds of them.

They walked very slowly with their heads bowed, their hands drooping, their faces purple and blue, as if they had broken their backbones, their backs hunched.

On the bridge, there was an elderly lady who was about to lose all her teeth.

The old lady sat on a wooden chair with a large iron bucket beside it, and the dead bodies walked up the bridge in an orderly manner, and whenever someone came to the old lady, she would take out a small bowl, scoop a little water out of the bucket, and hand it to those who passed by to drink.

I found that whenever someone drank something from the old woman's bowl, the hunched posture suddenly straightened as if he had a backbone.

"Thank you."

When they had finished drinking, they would thank the old lady and walk to the other end of the bridge, where they would disappear.

Among them was a woman with a disheveled hair, and when it was her turn, she suddenly burst into tears with all her might, saying that I don't want to drink, that I don't want to forget him!

The old lady raised her hand, pointed in a certain direction not far away, and said expressionlessly: "If you don't want to drink, it's okay, then go to the blood pool next to you and soak it, and when you want to drink, come out again." ”

When the woman heard this, she trembled, and said, "I...... I'm not going either! ”

The old lady sneered: "When you were alive, for a man, you caused your parents to worry about you, and finally fell ill and died, which is considered unfilial piety...... If it weren't for the fact that you did a few merits after you died, I would have ordered someone to throw you down, old woman. ”

The woman knelt on the ground and begged bitterly, saying that she had figured it out and wanted soup.

The old lady had a sneer in her eyes and threw the bowl in her hand on the ground.

Bang!

The porcelain bowl shattered, and the soup inside was spilled on the ground.

"Drink it, if it doesn't work, then go to the blood pool." The old lady said leisurely.

The woman hurriedly lay on the ground, like a dog, licking the soup with her tongue.

finally finished licking, and the woman's originally frightened and sad look suddenly became sad and joyless.

She got up from the ground and said lightly, "Thank you." ”

Then, go straight to the end of the bridge.

Next, another man walked onto the bridge.

My eyes widened suddenly, thinking that I had seen it wrong, and I tentatively shouted:

"Wang Jiefang?"

That's right, this person is Wang Jiefang, who should have died for a long time.

It's just that Wang Jiefang at this time is no longer as high-spirited as he was when he was alive, he is hunched over and his face is tired, like a dying old man.

Hearing me call him, Wang Jiefang turned his head, was stunned for a moment, and then showed a little anxious on his face, and waved his hand at me: "Let's go...... Let's go......"

The old lady on the side knocked the porcelain bowl impatiently, frowned, and said, "Don't be nosy, drink soup." ”

Wang Jiefang hurriedly turned around, respectfully took the bowl, and drank it all.

After drinking the soup, Wang Jiefang's body finally straightened up.

Like the people before him, he said "thank you" to the old woman, and then walked on without looking at me.

Seeing such a scene, my whole body seemed to have poured a basin of cold water from head to toe, and my whole body was numb......

Anyone with a little imagination can probably guess what this place is......

Blood pools, wooden bridges, soups, old women.

It's hell!

This is the Nai Ho Bridge!

And the Wang Jiefang and others I saw were ghosts who were ready to be reincarnated......

I

It's hell!

How is this possible?

I clearly remember that I was still in Baishipu just now, why did I come to hell in the blink of an eye?

It occurred to me that something terrible happened.

That's – I'm dead.

In Baishipu, when the second catastrophe fell, I finally couldn't bear it and died......

Just when I was stunned, the old woman on the bridge suddenly said sharply: "What about you, why don't you come to drink soup?" ”

I stood still and didn't move.

The subconscious mind told himself that this soup should never be drunk.

If you drink it, it's another self.

I still have so much to do, and I still have so much to look forward to.

It's reincarnated like this, how can I be willing?

However, my legs were not controlled at all, and I moved numbly forward, slowly, slowly, to the wooden bridge.

The wind was gusting on the bridge, and the old lady sitting on the chair was like a witch in a fairy tale, full of demagoguery.

"Drink it, and after drinking it, you will forget all your troubles, all your sorrows."

The old woman handed me the bowl.

I stared at the soup in the bowl, my throat dry like a fire.

So, I picked up the bowl and prepared to pour it into my mouth.

"Brother, don't drink it!"

At this time, a hurried voice sounded.

Hearing this voice, my whole body trembled, and my body seemed to regain dominance in an instant, looking for prestige.

Not far away, a sixteen or seventeen-year-old girl in a black sweater was looking at me with an anxious face......