Seeing that Zhu Badou looked like a coward, he had lived in the Donglin for tens of thousands of years, and he had never heard of anything in the west of the Xilin.

Li Xian suddenly realized that he must not tell the truth to it, once he knew that the two of them were breaking through further west, he didn't know what kind of moth Zhu Badou would make.

In the dense forest behind "Rumble", there was the movement of wild beasts galloping.

Zhu Badou, who had a keen sense of smell, sniffed around, and his face changed: "Those annoying guys are here again." Master, let's go. ”

Along the way, Zhu Badou ran with him, and Li Xian is now full of physical strength. To be able to escape as soon as possible, of course, there is no objection.

As soon as he got up, Li Xian stopped and thought about it, then probed his consciousness into the martial spirit ring and took out the artifact "Nine-toothed Nail Rake", and threw it back to Zhu Badou in his excited eyes.

"Let's go, don't delay. Don't give Zhu Badou time to meet his old friends and remember, Li Xian greeted as he ran.

Although the speed of the master and apprentice is fast enough, they are still not as fast as the demon beasts who take Xilin as their master.

Under their unanimous and unprecedentedly unanimous concerted efforts, Li Xian and Zhu Badou were still surrounded and blocked in the dense forest.

It's only been more than half an hour since I fled, and the unlucky value has exceeded 180,000, and it's still a long time before it gets dark.

Li Xian didn't dare to bet on whether the second battalion commander could drag the white dragon until dark, and he didn't want to be surrounded and chased in the dense forest for a day.

Besides, Li Xian is not the little monk who was chased and beaten by demon beasts when he first entered Donglin that day.

People are dead, and their heads are off but there is a big scar!

Although Li Xian is afraid of death, he understands better that in this world of the jungle, once he is cowardly, he will die faster.

He also has the strength of the Mold Saint Realm now, which is not inferior to those heaven-level demon beasts, and even because of the particularity of his ability, he is slightly better than them.

How can a strong man be afraid of the weak? A flock of sheep in front of a wolf is always prey, but there are more of them.

The mold meridian was activated in an instant, and all the miles within a radius were shrouded by the power of the four mold saints, and there was a bloody storm all of a sudden.

When feeling the pleasure of killing and breaking the ring, Li Xian felt a little guilty about Zhu Badou, who was also devastated by bad luck.

"Amitabha, if you break the vows, there will naturally be punishment. If I don't go to hell, whoever goes to hell, besides, you are the disciple of a poor monk. Blessings are for you to enjoy, and you will naturally be ...... together when you are in trouble."

Sighing and sighing, Li Xian didn't dare to stay here for a long time, in case the bad luck value was exhausted, he would definitely go to gg.

Relying on the "hegemon" technique, Li Xian was protected from the influence and damage caused by his bad luck.

At first, Li Xian could still find the figure of Zhu Badou and shouted that it would follow him.

I don't know if it's bad luck that hurts it too much, and soon Zhu Badou revealed the prototype.

A long-haired boar with black sideburns, missing a fang, looks very strange. Especially the hideous face, the pain in its eyes, and the evil aura it exuded all over its body, it was no different from the demon beasts around it.

After another period of chaos, Li Xian couldn't see Zhu Badou.

After turning around, I didn't find the apprentice, thinking that it was also a quasi-god-level demon realm emperor at the beginning, and besides, the artifacts were all returned to it, and its strength must be on a higher level.

With the strength of self-preservation, there must be many more ways to escape than yourself.

The meteorite fell, the sky collapsed, and there were faint burning flames in the dense forest. Fortunately, it rained lightly, and although there was trouble, it would not be too much.

In such a chaotic scene, Li Xian had no way to find it carefully, so he could only shout to the sky in the human language: "The poor monk is waiting for you in the Dragon Mountain!"

The shouts seemed to spread too widely, and there was a faint angry dragon groan in the distance to answer, which made Li Xian shake his spirit.

Escape matters!

Everything that should be done has been done, Li Xian ran straight ahead non-stop, and if he didn't run out of Xilin in one breath, he would never give up.

Li Xian's luck was not so bad in the end, he ran wildly all the way, and when he finally escaped from the dense forest, he did not encounter anything more unlucky.

The tall trees around him slowly became less dense, and what appeared in front of him was a thick fog so thick that it was impossible to see anyone or anything.

Although there is no clear positioning that Li Xian can get out of the dense forest, he has a faint feeling in his heart that he is about to go out.

Not knowing what would be behind the dense fog, Li Xian was a little curious in his heart, but more of a fear of the unknown.

There is only one life, and Li Xian doesn't know if he will have another chance to cross.

The god of mold has already drawn a blueprint for him, as long as he continues to be unlucky, when he breaks through the void and ranks in the immortal class, Li Xian will still have a chance to return to the original world.

Let's not talk about the various dangers encountered in the middle, will Li Xian give up halfway. By the time he steps through the void, it will take Li Xian at least a hundred years, and by then... Are your family members and loved ones still there?

Only hard work will lead to disappointment, don't work hard... Even disappointment is a luxury.

Li Xian glanced back at Xilin, who was slowly silent in the night, and hesitated for a moment, but still walked towards the dense fog with firm steps......

Walking into the thick fog, there are no mountains, no water, not even a single grass or tree, and the sight is all black and white, giving people a feeling of desolation to the extreme.

Slowly, there was not even a single gravel under his feet, only the strange black grains of sand remained.

In addition to the "rustle" of walking by himself, there is only the sound of tinnitus that seems to be endless, and the feeling of loneliness seems to drive people crazy anytime and anywhere.

Unconsciously, Li Xian didn't know how long he had been gone.

Feeling his throat a little dry, Li Xian wanted to drink saliva.

However, his eyes were full of thick fog, and Li Xian's feet were stuck in the sand, one foot deep and one foot shallow, as if he was in a desert, where did the water come from?

Will I die?

Li Xian was a little surprised in his heart, but he still told himself vigorously that he would never do. Even if he can't get out by himself, isn't there still a god of mold? He is a god, and he should have a way to get himself out safely.

Maybe this is just self-deception and comfort, however, before the most dangerous moment comes, Li Xian does not plan to summon the moldy god.

It's okay to summon it, but it's only a thousand bad luck points, and then it will be saved. If he can't summon it in this strange place, Li Xian is afraid that he will collapse in advance and have no faith in surviving.

The future is long, and although the surrounding atmosphere is also a little weird, Li Xian always feels as if he has been here a thousand times, as if he has walked a thousand times, and feels familiar with the scene here.

There is always a voice in my heart calling: don't rush, just take a few more steps ahead, just take a few steps......

I don't know how long I walked, maybe it was an hour, or it could be three or five hours.

I didn't sleep all night yesterday, and the tension of today's day led to a high degree of mental concentration, so that Li Xian's brain is a little groggy now, and his eyelids seem to be going to fall asleep at any time.

Suddenly, an endless river appeared in front of him, but there was no water on the surface of the river, and it was shrouded in a thick layer of black mist. There are two piers on the river, pointing in the direction of the opposite side of the river, but there is no bridge deck.

Suddenly there was a low crying sound around him, and when he first heard the crowd, Li Xian was very excited. However, when he turned to the side and saw the scene in front of him, he could no longer laugh.

Most of the people wept and moved step by step to the middle of the two piers, and there were men dressed in black and holding black iron whips to drive them across the bridge.

Those who go on the bridge all pass through the middle of the piers, but everyone walks on the bridge differently, although it is in the same direction, but it is their own bridge, which is very mysterious, like countless bridges and figures overlapping, but do not collide with each other.

Could this be the capital of the underworld, the land of the far west?

Li Xian had some understanding, so he leaned on the side of the bridge pier to watch people cross the bridge, and the black-clothed guard didn't say anything when he saw him, and watched with him there.

All kinds of people have to cross all kinds of bridges.

Some people came slowly, but the black-clothed guard greeted him and gave directions, and the bridge was a smooth stone bridge with jade inlaid with precious stones, and he crossed it all the way safely.

Some people walked on medium bridges, arched and wooden, although they were flat, but narrow, and there were some decay and tattered places. The people who walked on it were worried, weeping and weeping, looking back as they went, and the guards were impatient and whipped up.

There were also some people who were stumbling along the river and refused to go on the bridge, and the bridge they crossed was barely in the black fog of the river, and they could not see their feet. The guards whipped their bodies with their iron spikes, bringing down pieces of flesh and drove them across the bridge.

Those people trembled onto the bridge, and after a few steps, they fell into the river of black fog and were never seen again......

Li Xian squatted there and saw a lot, and gradually figured out the pattern.

Those black-clothed guards sometimes chatted, I don't know if they were for him: those who walked up to the waiting stone bridge were the great good people who had accumulated virtue in the third world, and Lord Yama would also greet them with a smile, how could they dare to offend?

Ordinary people walk on the wooden bridge, whether they can pass safely, it also depends on the merit, the merit is not enough to leak off the bridge, and what is waiting below is the evil ghost to share the food.

As for those who walk on the lowest layer of the fog bridge, they are all great treacherous people, and crossing this fog bridge is the first step of the ghost gate, even if they pass through, half of the flesh and blood of the body will be stripped clean by the evil ghosts in the river. There are countless times that can't be made, and they have also become evil ghosts in the river, and they will be soaked in the sea of blood for eternity!

From this, Li Xian came to a conclusion. The people in front of me are the ghosts of people after death, and those black-clothed guards are ghosts.

In front of him, it is the underworld capital that the royal family thinks about for a long time.

Although he has some strength, but in the ghost-ridden underworld, it is really not enough to see. What's more, the first war almost exhausted Li Xian's bad luck.

With only the remaining tens of thousands of unlucky points, it is even more difficult to fight a bloody way.

Just go back?

Li Xian slowly turned around, silently looking at the road that had been shrouded in thick fog again.

Not to mention, because there are no markings on the road, Li Xian has forgotten the route he came. If he wants to go back rashly now, he will definitely get lost in the thick fog.

And Li Xian had a faint feeling in his heart, constantly warning of the danger behind him, even more dangerous than going forward.

took another look at 2/4 of the unfortunate things, and cheered himself up: if you want to break through the realm, the only way is to keep doing things. If you don't want to be unlucky, what's the difference between it and the walking dead, a salted fish that can only be at the disposal of others?

Li Xian really wanted to see if he would take the stone bridge, the wooden bridge, or the worst fog bridge.

And what the hell is like in the underworld, and why it is called the land of bliss by others, this is also very curious and desirable. Isn't it?

Those black-clothed guards didn't pay attention to Li Xian at all, and they didn't care where others were.

Since this is the case, Li Xian does not have to hide in Tibet, and walks to the back row of the line in a grand manner and lines up.

I don't know how long it took to wait in line, Li Xian fell asleep again, that is, he felt like he was going to fall asleep even when he was standing.

Behind him, there was a constant arrangement of souls driven by black-clothed ghosts, and Li Xian kept walking with the queue while half-asleep.

A dream passed, and there were only three or five people in front of Li Xian.

I don't know how long I slept for a long time, and as for the dream I had at the moment I woke up, Li Xian forgot about it.

But looking at the smile that still lingers on the corner of his mouth, it should be a good dream.

In front of the bridge, there is a ghost chacha holding a large book shrouded in black fog, and every person who passes, he will accurately report the name of the person, and tell his life and past, and then arrange which bridge the ghost crosses.

No, it should be a copy of the Ghost Codex.

How could something so important be in the hands of a little ghost?

Although Li Xian doesn't know much about the underworld, he has listened attentively to the customs and legends of various places, as long as it is about the underworld.

Miscellaneous, although the information about the underworld is a little confusing in his mind, Li Xian still knows a thing or two about the most important ghost canon in the underworld.

"Wang Er, born in the year of Jiazi, Bingshenyue, Xin Chou Ri, and Ren Yin. has suffered all his life, but he is just a tenant who helps people farm the land.

But because of the rescue of a baby girl in a neighboring village, she raised an adult, and for the rest of her life, she did what she could to do good and accumulate virtue. Hades specially approved the stone bridge ......"

Hearing this final judgment, the middle-aged man named Wang Er, who was in front of Li Xian, changed his previous crying and mourning face, and instantly raised a smile.

thanked the ghost who had been criticized, and even knelt down on the spot excitedly, and kowtowed three times in the direction of Lord Yama on the other side.

Only then did he walk quickly towards the stone bridge in the smiling face of the guide ghost.

Legend has it that the people who cross the stone bridge are good people, they have the right to enjoy it, and it is not an exaggeration that the underworld is heaven for them.

Wait for them to have enough fun and enjoy enough before they go to reincarnation, and if there is no mistake, what awaits these people is a good family and a good resource......

Like others, Li Xian looked at Wang Er's back with some envy. Thinking of the unlucky life after crossing over, the envy in his eyes became even stronger.

Next, it was finally Li Xian's turn.

Li Xian saw it first, and the ghost who was holding a copy of the ghost book glanced at him inexplicably, and there seemed to be some doubt and blame in his eyes.

After waiting for the ghost to investigate carefully, he raised his head and said, "9527, you are a ghost from the eighteenth layer of hell, what are you doing here?"

Hades has ordered that except for the ghosts on the first layer, all the ghosts on the seventeenth floor should be assembled on the eighteenth floor, and if you are late, there will be absolutely no good fruit to eat. ”

Is labor and management a ghost, or is it the most vicious eighteenth layer hell ghost?