Obviously, these four people are not completely afraid in their hearts!

Fear is one of the six roots of man.

We are born and we are born to die.

Unless you break through the red dust, penetrate the emptiness, realize the great understanding, and see the great liberation, otherwise, who is not afraid?!

The four of them stepped on the golden lotus, and the golden lotus rippled with corpse water, seemingly as shaky as rootless duckweed.

But in fact, stepping on the golden lotus, it gives them the feeling as if someone is supporting them with the palm of their hand, which is very stable.

Different from the feelings of the four of them, on the other side of the corpse water river, Huijue's face was slightly gloomy and a little bitter!

He sat cross-legged on the ground, his left and right hands, both pinching and holding the Dharma Seal of all beings!

It can be seen with the naked eye that the palms of Huijue on his legs are trembling slightly.

This golden lotus is the embodiment of his own merits and deeds!

Merit is sacred, not defiled by all kinds of filth, and not degraded by all kinds of grievances.

Therefore, this golden lotus can float on the corpse water river and not be eroded and filthy by the corpse water in the river.

These four people stepped on the golden lotus to cross the river, which was equivalent to Huijue using himself to support them to cross the river!

The weight of 10,000 catties is on Huijue's body alone, even if it is him, it is naturally a little difficult to support.

But at this moment, no matter how difficult it is, Huijue can only hold on!

There was a bitter look on his face.

One-step!

Two steps!

The four people carrying the coffin of the dragon rank walked cautiously.

The heavy bronze coffins weighed down on their shoulders.

On the other side of the corpse river, Huijue's appearance, of course they also saw it.

Although the four of them still didn't say a word, they tried to be cautious and quickened their pace.

The distance of ten zhang suddenly passed halfway.

In the river of corpses, everything seems to be still calm.

However, just as the four of them reached the center of the river, on the surface of the wide corpse river, a grumbling cry sounded from nowhere.

"Woo ......"

This cry is sad and sad, like a nightingale crying and Zijuan crying blood, and there is a feeling of sadness when you hear it and cry when you hear it.

It seems to be a woman with a miserable background, kneeling on her husband's grave and crying.

It seems to be like the helpless sorrow of a child who has died of his father.

It vaguely seems that the parents of the dead child are holding the dead child, mourning in grief.

This cry was very slight at first, but it was just a blink of an eye, and all kinds of cries sounded, which made people's scalps tingle.

And you can see it clearly, in the corpse water river, the turbid waves are turbulent, and in the water, I don't know when, one after another cloaked head phantom looms pop out.

Their faces were sad, they had no body, they just looked up to the sky, and they couldn't stop crying, their empty eyes stared at the four people carrying the bronze coffin in the middle of the river!

Seeing the phantom shadows of these heads silently rising from the corpse water river, everyone gasped, and there was a feeling of numbness in their scalps.

The four people in the middle of the river were trembling slightly, their muscles were tense, and they unconsciously grabbed the bronze coffin they were carrying.

However, even in such a situation, the four of them still did not panic, but still stepped on the golden lotus step by step, heading towards the north bank of the Corpse Water River.

On the south bank of the Corpse River, the Ghost Rider Leader's face was gloomy, he held the bronze sword in his hand, and stared at the heads on the Corpse River, as if as long as the situation changed, he would slash out with a shocking sword.

"Nan no Amitabha!"

On the north bank of the Corpse Water River, the situation in the Corpse Water River, Hui Jue is anxious in his eyes when he sees it.

He could see clearly that these heads in the corpse water river were not resentful ghosts or fierce ghosts.

It's just a phantom shadow of resentment and anger in the corpse water river.

These people, they died tragically before they died, and after their deaths, they were resentful and depressed in their chests.

This monstrous resentment melted into the corpse gas as the corpse decorated.

Now in the river of corpses, the hatred and resentment left behind by those who died tragically are manifested.

"The resentment in the corpse water river manifests, and most of the resentment in the river erupts, and it is imminent!"

Huijue's heart was extremely heavy.

It's just that at this time, even if he is anxious, but under the current situation, Huijue is indeed powerless for him to take care of.

Just to support the weight of the four people and the bronze coffin in the air, he has done his best.

Now there is no strength left to suppress the resentment in the corpse water river.

"Hurry up!!"

Looking at the four people in the river, Huijue was anxious.

The footsteps of the four people also accelerated suddenly, but suddenly, on the corpse water river, the original cry stopped abruptly, and was replaced by a hideous and strange laughter!

Laughter rippled across the river of corpses, and a piercing sound like a night owl pierced everyone's ears.

Immediately, everyone could see it clearly, and in the river of corpses, the corpse qi that was originally calm tumbled violently.

The thick corpse aura was permeated, and the effort in breathing shrouded the surface of the corpse water river again.

The dark yellow corpse mist obscured it, and the situation inside the corpse water river seemed to be invisible all of a sudden.

Seeing this situation, Monk Huijue's face has changed drastically!

However, now that he is holding on to ten thousand catties of strength, he has almost exhausted all his strength, where can he still be distracted to cast the Buddha's light and dispel the corpse mist!

Even so, Huijue tried his best, but still shouted,

"Drop the coffin and jump up!!"

"Hurry!!"

Huijue's words fell, and no one answered him.

Through the thick corpse mist, it can be vaguely seen that the four people in the corpse water river are still carrying the bronze coffin.

And on the north bank of the Corpse Water River, none of the many Ghost-faced Riders opened their mouths to persuade them, they just watched them die.

Under the cold bronze mask, there seems to be a puppet with the same cold and no human touch.

A bitter smile rose from Hui Jue's face, and at this moment, he couldn't help but even have a trace of self-deprecation in his heart!

But there is a touch of unspeakable sadness.

Ants are still stealing life!

These people have no regard for life, for the lives of others, and for their own lives.

But is this really what they want?

I'm afraid that for these seemingly cold Ghost-faced Riders, they have no choice at all.

That's the saddest thing.

"Chop~!!"

Abruptly, looking at the corpse mist covering the dark river, the leader of the Ghost-faced Riders standing on the south bank shouted loudly!

The bronze sword in his hand swung and directly slashed out a fierce sword!

The fierce and fierce sword gang slashed down, the sword qi roared, and a sword split all the corpse qi shrouded in the corpse water river.

Then the fierce sword qi roared endlessly, the sword qi surged, like a waterfall falling, and it burst down, and the majestic and domineering sword qi directly annihilated all the corpse qi on the corpse water river!