It's not really the Yellow River, it's just that the water is extremely turbid, and you can't see what is in the water. It is far less than the rushing of the Yellow River, which flows leisurely, no wonder the sound of the water is so small.

Jianghai is on one side of the river, but you can't see the other side, first, the yellow fog is too thick, and second, the river bank is extremely wide. The river flows down, but there is no road below, and it seems that it can only go up. The slow flow of the river made the air unusually cold, so cold that I was drowsy after just a few glances. This is still in the blood shield, if there is no protection, I believe that he will lie down at a glance, and then never wake up, and his soul will flow into the river. Hurry up and recite the Heart Sutra to stabilize your soul.

Because this river and the sea already know what it is, it is the Lechuan River. The water of the Yellow Spring converges into a river, named Lethe River, which absorbs the souls of the gods, and the favorite is the remnant souls of the sinful people.

This was his first thought, could it really be the legendary Lechuan River? The yellow mist was the soul? This road was the Yellow Spring Road? He was not sure and had to look around. I didn't see Sansheng Stone, Wangxiangtai, and there were no flowers on both sides of the bank, and they were bare. There is one bridge, just in front of the naked eye.

But what about the bridge, is there still an old woman on the bridge?

Jiang Hai continued to move forward, but did not see Meng Po. The bridge is extremely long and narrow, and there are no guardrails on both sides, just an ordinary stone arch bridge, like a blue line lying across the 'Yellow River'.

At this point, he already knew that this was not the road of Yellow Springs, and the river was not called Lethe.

Stepping onto the stone bridge, the chill coming through the soles of his shoes was so real that he felt creepy, and his heart meridians moved more frequently, trying to calm himself down. It's just that the yin wind blows through the blood shield released by the magic sword, making its soul tremble, as if it wants to break out of its body and merge into the river.

There was a terrifying sound coming out from the other side of the bridge, like the movement of a behemoth, but the sound was intermittent and unusual.

The slow flow of the Yellow River is a strange source, and he doesn't dare to look at it squarely after the previous lesson. Even so, it felt like the back was eerie, as if the river illusion arm was caressing it. Trembling and walking, adjusting your hearing to the best, hearing any wind and grass clearly, but also beware of unknown creatures flying out of the murky river.

If it weren't for the voice in his head guiding him, he would have left this place long ago, because of the fear he had never felt before.

After walking for a long time, Jiang Hai's clothes were already close to his body, and cold sweat soaked through the clothes, and his body, mind, and soul felt cold. The magic sword continued to release blood light and suddenly did not move, the tip of the sword pointed to the river, Jiang Hai stopped and used his divine sense to look at that place.

In the midst of the turbidity, there was a crystal thing, drifting slowly from the river upstream. I endured the headache and locked on the crystal place to strengthen my divine sense, and only then did I see what it was. It was a skeleton. Floating on the river, even if it is headless, it has a seven-foot body, taller than ordinary people, and the skeleton is crystal clear.

This is so similar to the original crystal head of the phantom array. The color and shape are all so consistent, this is the skeleton of the skull! This was originally a complete corpse, but for some reason it was separated, and the skull became a holy object of the phantom array pressing array, and the skeleton was left in this 'Yellow River', Jiang Hai boldly guessed.

The skeleton did not sink to the bottom, nor was it corroded by the water of the Yellow Spring, and even emitted a faint luster, which was to resist the dead air in the Yellow Spring.

Sure enough, it is a holy bone, just the skeleton can be so strong and not afraid of Huangquan, how powerful the real body is, but such a powerful person also ends up in a different place, which also shows that there are more people who are against the sky.

Although the magic sword was staring at the crystal bones, it did not rush down the bridge, with its character, it was really rare, and the lord who dared to be presumptuous in the heavenly court was quiet at the moment. suppressed its own impulse, it seems that it is also afraid of the water of the yellow spring, this is Jiang Hai's conjecture.

This is not the case. The red-haired blood demon squinted his eyes, but he was not resting but laughing, and his mouth opened wide enough to stuff two eggs, "Haha, you also have today," "It seems that you are not dead yet, do I want to help you? Damn, I will help you step on your foot." "You swim slowly, I'll go first, hahahaha. ”

After 13,000 steps, Jiang Hai calculated the distance and finally reached the other side. There are eight gates on the other side, lined up, all of them are tall anomalies, and all of them have open doors. There is a figure on each door, but it is not any of the eight trigrams, and it should be used as a reminder.

It's for people to make a choice, choose a door to go into, there's something in the door that can't be seen, so it can be dangerous. If it is gossip, Jiang Hai can still recognize it, and he is helpless about this figure, so he can only stop and observe them one by one, hoping to see the clues. Because at the critical moment, the guidance is gone.

From the first gate to the last gate, Jiang Hai observed carefully, all of them were dark cyan stone doors, and the structure was almost a scene, the only difference was the word. It's just that the word really gives him a headache, I don't know if the font itself is like this or drawn casually, it's worse than what a child writes. It's just that the font is translucent, and there are wisps of light emitting it, if it is not a gossip graphic, but it is also a thing of the formation, he can't guess what the specific meaning is.

The eight gates must be connected to eight places, such as the Netherworld Ghost Mansion has ten halls, which belong to different places. After a lap, there was no gain, and it seemed that it was only luck. One to eight, eight options, Jiang Hai thought for a moment and chose the seventh gate to enter. There is no particular reason, I just think it's Meng anyway, so I simply choose the number I like, and as for whether I can reach the destination, it all depends on luck.

Jiang Hai entered the door, the door closed silently, leaving no gap, and the words on the door flashed a few times and then disappeared, as if it had never appeared.

The cave was extremely dark and cold, and I don't know why. The blood shield released by the magic sword can barely be seen in front of you. The black death qi was thick to the extreme, and it was still the stench of rolling blood, which was completely different from the blood qi of the blood shield. It is the two extremes of the same thing, one is alive and the other is dead. It seems to be living in harmony, but in fact it is a constant fight, and the result is that the vitality of the magic sword is heavier, suppressing the death qi, and the blood shield has not disappeared.

Jiang Hai suddenly felt resistance on his feet, and then the sound of "clang" came, and he didn't know what he had kicked. Following the sound, it was a pitch-black and somewhat deformed hand bone, which Jiang Hai had just kicked it.

Look, the thickness of this bone should be human, but it was only the great damage that caused the bone to be deformed. But why is it so colored, poisoned? There is no poison in the world that can poison bones like this, and the inside of the hand bones should be hollow to make such a sound.

It's really strange, just like the tree outside the cave, there is only an empty shell left, and even the empty shell should be shattered. It proved to be much harder than the trees, but it didn't escape the corrosive aura of the air.

It was dark and deep, as if it had never ended, and he had walked for a long time without seeing the light or finding an exit. The broken bones that can be seen everywhere on the road are a little terrible, large and small, and of different shapes, not only human bones, but also the bones of beasts and unknown creatures. It's all dyed black, this is the source of death, no wonder they are all crying constantly, how can they not cry when they die unjustly.

The deeper it goes, the stronger the ominous aura becomes, and the magic sword strengthens the released blood shield, which is now a few inches thick, in order to deal with the crisis and protect the rivers and seas. It's not what it used to be, and it's benefited a lot from devouring that heart. The dominant magic sword for such a long time has not seen two seals come out, and it seems that it is not far from recovery, how strong it is at the peak, Jiang Hai also has some expectations.

"Boom" shook all around, and the broken bones on the ground were shaken up a few inches high, and the ground clattered into a clatter, and sure enough, it was all hollow, and there was only a layer of bone skin. This sudden movement caught Jiang Hai a little off guard, and while stabilizing his body, his divine sense came out, but it was hazy, and there was a strange abnormality here, and he couldn't even use his divine sense.

However, he was always on guard, and his ears still caught the strangeness in the many sounds. The same as what I felt on the stone bridge, the voice was much louder, and there was a deep resentment, unwillingness, and chagrin in it. There was also the sonorous sound of chains, which seemed to be trapped by a desolate beast, and it was it that changed this place.

It seems that he has gambled on the right path and has a feeling that something big is about to happen here, and the voice of guidance is for him to accomplish this.

Suddenly, the black dead qi condensed and formed, turning into a ghost claw, heading straight for the river and the sea. In the blink of an eye, the ghost claw had approached the blood shield, and the blood shield shattered and disappeared in an instant, and then the demon sword was dragged in the palm of his hand and lifted into the air. The sword shook violently and had no effect, and it was pinned into the air until it could not move.

Jiang Hai was shocked, the previous death qi could not help the magic sword, but after condensing at this moment, his strength increased greatly, and he actually broke through the blood shield and fixed the magic sword, and it was not an opponent. The first time he thought of escaping, because the magic sword is his biggest honor guard at this stage, and even the magic sword has suffered a big loss, what can he do, staying will only be sent to death in vain. Before his foot could take a step, another big hand grabbed him, no matter how hard he tried to break free, it didn't work, and he wanted to lift the suppression of the dantian.

When I was about to untie it, I found that my body didn't obey the call, which was a fixation spell. I could only watch as I was grabbed off the ground, entangled in dead air, and then a demonic qi blew out of the dead air. The body could not move, so it was forced to inhale.

He felt that his spirit was in a trance, his eyelids were trembling, and his consciousness was becoming more and more blurred, he slowly closed his eyes and fell into a deep sleep.

......

When I woke up again, it was already dawn.