After this ancient raft appeared, dozens of terrifying auras rose within the Ghost Gate Pass, and almost every one of them had the strength to kill Fang Hong in an instant.

Among them, the most powerful ten breaths, mighty and continuous, are connected with the entire underworld, and people can't help but have a small thought.

The aura manifested, and the ten people led by them, each wearing a crown and a dark robe, either holding a wat board or a wheel, went to the raft of the ancient doom.

And the rest of the people, in addition to some people dressed as judges, there are also four gods: bull-headed and horse-faced and black and white impermanence. In folk legends, the appearance rate of these people is also extremely high, and they are all errands on weekdays.

But in fact, these people are all great gods, and their grades are at least three grades. All the ghosts in the entire Yin Division have to obey their orders, and they are definitely not small minions.

Fang Hong's eyes stayed on the white impermanence for a while, and he judged from the other party's breath that this was the person who was blackmailed by himself last time.

The great gods of the Yin Division quickly stepped into the ancient raft of Doom. The moment they entered the ship, the aura on everyone's body disappeared cleanly, and they could no longer feel the slightest abnormality.

Since this treasure can carry the gods to evade the pursuit of the Mandate of Heaven, then hiding the breath must be the most basic function.

"Boom. Not long after they stepped into the raft, a huge eye suddenly appeared in the sky above the entire Yin Division. The eyes were golden, cold, and flashed with a hint of thunder.

There is a popular saying among the people, called God opens his eyes. This is generally to describe that grievances have been cleared and grief and anger have been expressed. However, when God really opens his eyes, it is called terrible.

The huge eyes, with an incomparably terrifying majesty, instantly illuminated the entire underworld. In the netherworld, there are hundreds of thousands of ghosts, all kinds of small gods such as master books and judges, adding up to hundreds of thousands, so many transcendent existences, under the illumination of those eyes, instantly turned into ashes, and even a scream could not be issued.

The scene in front of him made Fang Hong feel terrified and his heart jumped. The whole scene was so silent that it was eerie, and under the light, all the gods turned into ashes inch by inch. Many people haven't even reacted and are still doing their jobs.

Fang Hong was at the door of the Ghost Gate, and he saw a ghost cha with his own eyes, he was on routine patrol, but as he walked, his body fell apart, maybe until he died, he didn't find anything wrong.

"Is this the scene of the shattering of the Divine Dao in the first place?" Fang Hong felt his heart tremble, endless fear took over his thoughts, how long had he not had such a fearful emotion. But at this moment, he was really scared.

"Click. Just as he was immersed in fear, the surrounding scene peeled off layer by layer, as if it were a colorful mural, and after thousands of years of wind and frost, the paint began to peel off.

After about a cup of tea, the surroundings completely changed, the previous majestic and towering ghost gate gate had disappeared, leaving only a tattered ruin, and the surrounding fog had completely disappeared, as if it was a wasteland that had been abandoned with countless thoughts.

Fang Hong collected his mood for a moment, his thoughts expanded, and he probed in all directions. When his thoughts expanded more than three hundred feet away, he encountered a layer of separation, and his thoughts could no longer be extended.

He groped back and forth several times, and found that he was now in a strange space, which was very irregular, about like a sphere, but this sphere was missing in many places, as if something had bitten it off around it.

Fang Hong's mind moved slightly, and he broke away from this space, and the next moment, he reappeared in the present world.

"This space seems to be a little weird. Fang Hong's thoughts flickered a few times, and then, a stone the size of a human head in front of him suddenly disappeared. At the same time, in that strange space, a stone appeared. As the mind flickered again, the stone reappeared.

"Sure enough, it's a good thing, hahaha. Seeing this situation, Fang Hong couldn't help but laugh out loud, this fragment of the Ghost Gate Pass plaque actually contained a space that could be used to store things.

This ghost gate is the gateway between the Yin and Yang worlds, which is neither real nor illusory, but a strange realm in between. Everything in the yang and yin worlds can be entered, so that it can be used to store the material in reality.

This space is about the size of half of the small Giethoorn Village, and if it is used to hoard supplies, it is millions of stone of food, and it can be placed.

In the past, when he transported grain, he also needed to use water power, but now with this space, he can directly store all the grain here, which is very convenient to transport.

It seems that this thing in his hand, put it in this year, is simply a big killer. When marching and fighting, logistics and baggage are the most important. How many famous generals are on top of the grain and grass, without the grain and grass, the men and horses will have no strength, let alone fight.

"Since this thing can hold all things, let's call it the Sumeru realm. Fang Hong put away this fragment, this name is naturally taken from the meaning of his meson Na Sumeru.

He came here to eradicate the remnants of black benzene, but now he has not only achieved his goal, but also gained a lot, and Fang Hong's mood has also improved a lot.

Immediately, his thoughts turned into a retreat, and he disappeared in place in an instant, and in the next moment, his body far away in Lu Wangcheng opened his eyes. When he opened his palm, a pitch-black piece of wood appeared in his hand.

He opened his hand and grabbed a silver cup beside him. A flame rose from beneath the cup, melting the silver cup into liquid in an instant. And then, the rest of the silver in the room flew over, and all of it sank into the flames.

The impurities that were not stopped were removed from it, and eventually turned into a puddle of off-white liquid. Under the control of Fang Hong's thoughts, the puddle of liquid finally transformed into the appearance of a pendant, which took on the appearance of a hugging Pisces, ending with each other, wrapping the fragments of the Ghost Gate Pass plaque in it.

On top of this pendant, there is a slender chain, Fang Hong casually hung it around his neck, as an ornament, no one can see it, on his body, there is also a huge space with him.