The underworld, and the underworld that is very well understood, is just to distinguish the present world. Pen & Fun & Pavilion www.biquge.info In the underworld, only some people with supernatural powers, such as yin gods, souls, and spirits, can exist.

The netherworld and the present world overlap, and the two are closely related to each other and do not interfere with each other. It's like Fang Hong's divine body is out of the body, but he has actually entered the netherworld. But the two worlds overlapped, so the scene around him was still the same as the present world, but the people of the present world could not see him.

Only when the body of the god grows, is full of masculine and righteous energy, and is transformed into a yang god, can he break through the yin world and manifest in the present world.

Fang Hong looked up at the river, and after it flew into the sky, many similar-looking rivers around it also converged. These rivers are large and small, the small ones are only the thickness of chopsticks, but the thick ones are as wide as ten zhang, which is comparable to the Luotang River.

The thickest river came from the direction of the political envoy, and it seems that this is the middle three altar sacrifices held by the government, no wonder the momentum is so strong.

"Whew. As the thickest river flowed into it, the river in the sky was already twenty zhang wide, the river was surging, the waves were rolling, and the power of the collection increased sharply, and Fang Hong's divine body vaguely felt a trace of dragging.

"Repression. Fang Hong's thoughts shone brightly, and his own life was like a bright star, exuding a scorching golden color. Since he absorbed Bodi's dragon energy, his life grid has undergone a metamorphosis again, and he has firmly entered the sixth grade.

These river powers generated by the sacrifice could not shake his divine soul at all. Actually, don't say that he is the divine body of the sixth grade, even if it is the divine position of the ninth grade, these forces don't want to move him.

However, these forces have absorbed countless points of light. Fang Hong could see clearly that those points of light were actually souls one by one, or scattered soul fragments. Within half a day of death, the soul can still remain, and after half a day, it will be turned into pieces and absorbed by heaven and earth again.

Fang Hong's body also shook slightly, and a layer of red-black smoke flew out of his body, and in that layer of smoke, there were more than two dozen soldiers dressed in tartar armor and riding high war horses. As the power of the Sky River increases, these battle spirits on his body will also be absorbed.

At the beginning, he participated in the war as a soldier of the Ming Dynasty, and all the Tatar soldiers killed by him did not disperse, but were bound to him. Every time he used force, these soldiers would even faintly have the power of blessing, making him even stronger.

Because the number of soldiers is so small, the power of this blessing is simply negligible. If he can kill tens of thousands of people, and many battle spirits will bless his body, and in every move, there will be a strong force that Mo Ran can resist. However, if we want to kill 10,000 people, how can this be done by human beings? Even those fierce generals in history who killed hundreds of people at every turn are just fabricated words.

Let's just say that Yang Jingye is powerful enough, before he visualized the serpentine totem, he could already fight the black bear alive, and after visualizing the totem, it was even more terrifying, and he simply reached the peak of human beings. However, if you put him in front of an army of thousands of people, he can only flee in the wilderness.

"What the hell is this?" Fang Hong's divine power flew out and turned into a faint cover, isolating the absorbing power. In this way, the restless war spirit was calmed down and not absorbed away.

Fang Hong's eyes narrowed slightly, and he could see that after those souls fell into the river, their bodies instantly condensed a lot. This feeling reminded him of some military skills.

"I am the god of water, and this river belongs to me. After a few breaths, he made a decision, and the god's body came out of his body directly, turning into a god with a human body and a snake's tail, and with a flick of his tail, the waves rolled, and he went to the sky.

He originally had a plan to condense his heart and use himself as a dojo, so that he would not be limited by geography. His current strength is only half of that of Gongjiang, or even less. Because in the Gongjiang River, he can completely rely on the power of the river, and if he thinks together, the river will pour out, who is his opponent?

Condensing the river of the mind is to visualize a river of ideas that converge. This river only exists in the netherworld, and can be incorporated into itself by Fang Hong at any time, once it is refined, he is the river god of the heart river, and he follows vigorously between walks.

He was extremely fast, flicked his tail a few times, and came to the side of the river. As soon as he approached the river, a myriad of voices came out of it, but they were all prayers.

The people in the city are actually sacrificing to the water god. It is rumored that the Xia Yuan Festival is the birthday of the Emperor Yu, so the day of the sacrifice is set on this day.

"Refining. After Fang Hong approached the river, he put most of his spirit into it. Every thought he had exuded a brilliant brilliance. As his spirit moved in, the whole river began to tremble violently, as if it was desperately resisting.

It was the soul inside, but it was attracted by Fang Hong's spirit, and couldn't help but approach it. Fang Hong is a serious water god, and the divine power on his body is full of temptation for souls, if it weren't for the fact that these souls have lost consciousness, they would be even more crazy.

"Boom. The river became extremely irritable, trying to repel Fang Hong's spirit. But how strong Fang Hong's spirit is? Every thought is like a golden stone, no matter how hard the river tries, it will not help.

At the moment when Fang Hong was about to refine this river, the Qingyuan Daoist who had been presiding over the sacrifice seemed to feel something abnormal, and his face changed slightly. However, he couldn't see the netherworld scene, but instinctively felt that something was wrong.

"Whew. Beside him, a gust of wind suddenly rose, rolling up the brazier in front of him, and the green rattan paper ashes inside escaped directly into the air.

"Heaven failed to accept the blessing!" he couldn't help but cry out, his face changed greatly, and he couldn't help but exclaim. His voice also shocked the Lin family.

"Dao Chief, it's just that it just happened to meet the north wind, which is a common thing. Lin Jingyuan didn't care much, he didn't fear the ghosts and gods very much, and this time he invited the Taoist priest Qingyuan to come over and pray for blessings, and it was mostly a scene.

Qingyuan had a calm face and did not answer. Usually burn the green words, the ashes of the green rattan paper will remain in the basin, today's situation, the end is abnormal, he presided over the sacrifice for more than ten years, has never encountered such a situation.

"Don't it's a change. Qingyuan looked up at the sky, the dark and dreary sky, without the slightest star. For no reason, he felt that there was an invisible force, hanging high in the sky.