"I am." Bai Hao took a step forward and said.

Meng Po looked Bai Haohao up and down, the future main god that the Hades King said was actually a little girl, and now she is only a third-level ability.

"In that case, then you will walk along Huangquan Road to the end and reach the underworld."

After Meng Po finished speaking, she turned around and left, and the battle with Jin Chanzi left her with internal injuries. But suddenly he was silent, and there was a trace of fear in his eyes.

"Suddenly? What happened to you? ”

Yuxi sensed that something was wrong, and he didn't say a word all the way.

"I... I felt a hint of fear, it was that golden cicada! ”

He Chenxu was stunned, how could the golden cicada make him feel frightened?

"Why?" He Chenxu asked puzzled.

Suddenly he shook his head in confusion and said, "I don't know, it's just that I feel that something is wrong with that golden cicada."

Jin Chanzi is a person in Buddhism, what can be wrong? The sudden words made He Chenxu scratch his head.

"Okay, don't think about it. Let's go to the underworld! ”

I don't know why, Bai Haohao always has a hunch. My parents are in the underworld, and this feeling is getting stronger and stronger.

So she couldn't wait now, and hurried into the underworld to find her parents.

This Huangquan Road is very long, and they don't know how long they have walked. Along the way, there were many ghosts walking towards the underworld.

There are also some evil spirits who want to attack them, but they are all scared away.

"Why do souls come to the underworld when people die? And there are so many lonely ghosts? He Chenxu frowned and asked.

If it is said that after death, the soul will come to the underworld on its own, then why are there so many lonely souls and wild ghosts outside?

Moreover, Is reincarnation real? Why does the underworld have such a great ability to reincarnate people? And the orcs, the human race, can't control it?

He Chenxu had too many doubts, which made him more and more interested in the underworld.

If it was before the era of calamity, He Chenxu would not have believed that there really was an underworld in this world.

And not all of those legends are false, some are indeed true, and some are just human beings who have added some apocryphal fabrications to the foundation.

And who is the person who made up these stories? How did they know about the existence of the underworld? Or is it... They are the people of the underworld!

There is also Chu Ci, he seems to have been hiding from the underworld, as strong as Chu Ci is a little afraid of the underworld, so what kind of existence are they?

With a stomach full of doubts, He Chenxu and several of them had already crossed this piece of Huangquan Road.

From a distance, it is a solemn pass, the yellow glazed tiles on the city tower and the vermilion pillars, the city platform reflect each other, magnificent and dignified. The top is inlaid with the solemn word Difu, and the red background is inlaid with gold, which is shining.

"We're here!"

And when they arrived here, there was no one at the gate of the city, and the gate of the underworld was open like that.

"It's... Golden Cicada, he's already in! He said in a deep voice.

Suddenly, he seems to be particularly sensitive to the breath of the golden cicada.

"He... I've fought here, and those ghosts have been scattered by him. ”

He Chenxu was shocked, can't monks kill? Why did the golden cicada go on a killing spree? Is there no rule in Buddhism now?

"Let's go in!"

Bai waved his hand, and several people slowly approached the underworld. I didn't find a single ghost along the way, which was very weird.

"Uh... This golden cicada won't slaughter the underworld, right? Ling Yu said with a blank face.

For Ling Yu, the people of Buddhism are all sanctimonious, and they say that they are precepts for this and that, but in that battle, the people of Buddhism were more ruthless than anyone else.

Although in the end, the Buddha passed away and saved the world, but Ling Yu still has prejudices against Buddhism.

"I think it may be, the golden cicada is too ruthless, right?" He Lu said on the side

He Chenxu lowered his head and was silent, he said that he came to the underworld for a piano. And in the soul ferry, Nameless is also for the sake of Qin, trespassing on the underworld.

Are these two pianos one or the other? He Chenxu remembered that it was called Praruoqin. And there's a piano spirit in it!

To be honest, when He Chenxu was watching the soul ferry, he couldn't understand why Nameless was so obsessed with Praruoqin?

Just like today's golden cicada, he actually entered the underworld for the sake of Praruoqin. And slaughtered so many ghosts!

Just as He Chenxu was pondering, a powerful airflow fluctuation struck, and everyone couldn't dodge and were all swept away.

I saw that the sky was lit up with golden light, and a huge golden palm was slowly pressed down. Bai Haohao and the others were pressed by the strong oppressive force, and they lay on the ground and couldn't move.

"Holy! Does he want to ruin this place? Ling Yu shouted with difficulty.

Because the power of this palm is not a few points weaker than the blow of Ling Yu at his peak. This golden cicada has the strength of a sixth-level ability, but it has hit the True God Realm.

"What are you kidding? How could he play the strength of a True God Realm powerhouse? ”

Ling Yu didn't understand, and it was no longer their turn to think about this. The golden palm grew bigger and bigger, slowly covering the underworld.

And at this moment, an ethereal sound of the piano came. The melodious sound of the piano is like a spring in the mountains, clear and clear and gurgling. It's like coming from a deep valley and a secluded mountain. Quietly flowing, dripping through the wrinkles of life, dripping through the ups and downs of the years, dripping through the blind eyes of old artists who have insight into the world, dripping quietly.

And the huge golden palm in the sky actually dispersed with the wind. Bai Hao quickly got up from the ground and ran in the direction of the sound of the piano, followed by the others.

"You... Why can you play Prajna? ”

Jin Chanzi asked as she stared at a woman in front of her in dismay.

I saw the woman, her long black hair sliding between her snow-white fingers, coiled into a bun, the jade hairpin was loosely hairpinned, and then a golden step was inserted, and the long beads trembled and hung down.

Swaying between the sideburns, the eyebrows are not drawn, the skin is as white and greasy as fat without powder, the lips are pursed, the beauty is like a danguo, and the coral chain and the red jade bracelet are compared on the wrist.

Finally, the crimson bead chain is put on the wrist, white as snow, red as fire, terrifying and bright, the bright yellow Luo skirt is dressed, and the emerald ribbon is tied around the waist, which suddenly shows the figure of Na, wandering in front of the mirror, and all kinds of styles are alive.

"Because she told me she didn't want to see you kill again!" The woman's lips and teeth were white, and she said softly and warmly.

The golden cicada was stunned and glanced around blankly. All of them were underworld ghosts who had fallen to the ground, and in front of him stood not only this woman, but also ten other people.

"If you can defeat Meng Po and come here, it means that you still have strength, but the underworld is not something you can break through."

"It's not easy for you to practice, let you live, let's go!"