"Sister Shanshan! I'm leaving——! My heart will always be with you. At this moment, I saw that the infant spirit finally let go of all its obsessions, and saw that its soul and body gradually became smooth, and made a farewell gesture to Mao Zheng and them, turning into a breeze and opening a passage in the hospital. It was reincarnated!

At this time, Mao Zheng felt that Shentai was unusually clear, and it seemed that he had realized again. He looked at the master, and Wu Yazi was also sighing at this time, and muttered in his mouth: "That's the pure heart of the infant spirit!" , the heart of a child! Shanshan will be equivalent to having the company of infant spirits in the future. ”

That Qin Shuyuan was already crying profusely, but Shanshan, who was unconscious, didn't know that the baby spirit was gone, and as time went by, she would only forget this former playmate. Maybe because of that heart, they will meet one day.

When the hospital came out, Mao Zheng said goodbye to Qin Shuyuan and followed in the footsteps of the master. According to the master's meaning, this time he was asked to meet on the ninth day of the ninth month of September, so that he could go and see the once-in-a-decade gathering in the warlock world. And this gathering is in the Qingcheng Mountains west of Yidu.

As soon as Wu Yazi benefited, he shrunk the ground into inches, Mao Zheng saw that the master showed the shrinkage of the ground into inches, and then he knew that the master would also do this, but I don't know if this was taught by the master or taught by the master.

Immediately, Mao Zheng also showed his own comprehension of shrinking into inches, and after a while he caught up with the master, only to see the master with a smile on his face, very satisfied with Mao Zheng, at the moment when Mao Zheng said that he opened the eyes of heaven and defeated the zombies, Wu Yazi had reason to believe that Mao Zheng had learned the art of retreat, and this was originally recorded in the sect of Mao Zheng's family.

Speechless all the way, Mao Zheng kept following his master closely, first through a continuous low hill, and then across the wide Ming River and then into the Qingcheng Mountains.

A small river appeared in front of him, and Mao Zheng followed Wuyazi upstream. At this time, Mao Zheng was already tired and panting, and thought in his heart, is this shrinkage really used to hurry? Why is Master's face so relaxed and I am so tired? I thought to myself, but I really can't perform the exercises under my feet. hurriedly shouted to the Wuyazi in front of him, "Master, rest." I can't run! ”

The cliffless man turned his head, saw that Mao Zheng was indeed tired, looked at the sky again, and then said solemnly: "What's wrong?" Come on! If we can't catch up with the hour, we won't be able to enter the ghost capital. ”

"What the hell are they?" When Mao Zheng heard this, he couldn't help but be very curious.

"If you want me to explain, follow me." There was no cliff and he didn't rest, and continued to hurry quickly, only to see that he stepped out a hundred meters away, the distance was very far, but there was no sense of fancy.

Seeing this, Mao Zheng shook his head helplessly. Took out a piece of ground milk from his backpack and swallowed it in distress, only to feel refreshed all of a sudden, the disappeared power was increasing rapidly, and he hurriedly used Bu Gang to step on the nine palace gossip and slowly stepped out. This time, with the blessing of the earth's milk, he also reached a step of 100 meters, and after a while, he caught up with the slow step-free cliff.

"Master! What the hell is that hell place? Mao Zheng still couldn't hold back the curiosity in his heart,

"Ghosts are part of the underworld." Wu Yazi replied directly.

"Ahh Aren't we going to the Netherworld this time? ”

"Sort of! But it also falls under the jurisdiction of the Yang Realm. Wu Yazi added.

Mao Zheng's brain is big, and it's the first time I've heard of such a place. It belongs to both the Netherworld and the Yang Realm, so what kind of place is this?

"And what kind of place is this?"

"Don't ask, let's hurry. You'll find out when the meeting arrives. Wu Yazi stopped talking, just desperately hurried. And Mao Zheng didn't ask any more, just like Wu Yazi said, don't you know everything when you arrive?

As the time approached, the river around him became smaller and smaller. At this time, Wu Yazi led Mao Zheng to turn a towering mountain, and suddenly walked into a misty ravine, Wu Yazi stood and suddenly said to Mao Zheng: "This is called Heizhugou, don't leave me three steps away, otherwise you will easily get lost in this thick fog." ”

Mao Zheng heard this, and then looked at the dense fog around him, and couldn't help but nodded. Wuyazi deliberately slowed down his pace, and Mao Zheng followed closely, almost not leaving Wuyazi's left and right. And the milk in his body made his spirit reach its peak at this time, and it seemed that he was still impacting to a higher spiritual realm. Mao Zheng knew that the earth milk was playing its role again, and if he could practice and meditate at this time, then the benefits would be great, but he could only use this priceless thing as dry food to absorb energy.

Twice, I wasted the essence of the milk twice. This time, he secretly decided in his heart that he would have to cultivate for a while no matter how he returned from his master this time, and it was best to find a very pure place by himself, and practice quietly in seclusion.

The time has come to the sub-hour, and it is also at this time. They finally reached the source of the creek, which by this time had become a creek. Although the fog was heavy, when I came to the source of the stream, I saw a cliff in front of me, and it was obvious that there was a big mountain on this cliff.

I saw that the end of the creek was a natural gap formed by the cliff, and under the cliff, it was a natural pool, the pool was crystal clear but continuously emitted mist, Mao Zheng saw such a scene, it is not difficult to imagine the fog in the black bamboo ditch, a large part of it should be caused by the fog emitted by the pool.

At this time, Wu Yazi took out a piece of candle from his pocket and lit it, only to see the green light emitting.

Ghost candles! Mao Zheng has already run out of this stuff. I remember when I saw this thing ten years ago, Mao Zhengke regarded it as a treasure. Now, he already had the secret recipe for making this thing, the two used in the tomb, even if he made it himself. Originally, I wanted to buy some materials and make a few more when I was in Yidu, but one was very busy and didn't have the opportunity to make this thing.

The ghost candle is green, which can illuminate all the netherworld and all ghosts. This was simply a sharp weapon when Mao Zheng didn't open his eyes. You don't need to open your yin and yang eyes to damage your yang energy, you can see ghosts. And this lantern is a beacon for the souls of the dead to illuminate the Netherworld, which is simply a good thing for ghosts.

The ghost candle was lit, and Wu Yazi raised his head high and shook three times in front of him. After a while, I saw a small boat rowing from the deep part of the water, and a white lantern made of ghost candles was hanging on the boat, on which were clearly written two large characters "Netherworld".