Huangquan Lechuan small ferry (for collection, recommendation)

The war is over, and the dust has settled.

The vitality was chaotic, and a drizzle fell in the sky, as if all beings were crying.

The so-called gods fight, mortals suffer, Shen Long stood on the top of the mountain, looked at the broken mountains and rivers, and the struggling beings, and sighed.

"When will we be able to establish an order of heaven and earth, Hongjun Daoyou, will you be able to?"

Hongjun also fell into deep thought, he looked at these ant beings with a serious expression, but he didn't say anything.

"I can't think about it, all living beings under the Heavenly Dao are ants, how can they care about their life and death. Shen Long smiled self-deprecatingly, and then said, "Heavenly Dao is just a poor worm who only knows the evolution of the Dao. ”

"Daoist friends are cautious that the poor Dao will speak for the Dao of Heaven, and the angle of doing things must of course start from the perspective of the Dao of Heaven. The order of heaven and earth of Daoist friends, Poor Dao really didn't think about it, but Poor Dao is in charge of Heavenly Dao, but he can support Daoist friends to establish an order. Hongjun said to Shen Long seriously, like a guarantee, and like a promise.

"Hehe, Poor Dao thanked him, but Poor Dao didn't have that thought, just a momentary feeling. Shen Long smiled, his face looked much better, at least Hongjun cared about Shen Long's words.

"But I saw it today, and because of us, they suffered a catastrophe, but we can't ignore it. ”

Looking at these creatures, flesh and blood are flying, limbs are scattered, there is not one survivor left, there are floating spirits everywhere, some of them have dull eyes, muddy, some eyes are red, roaring and devouring.

These were all living beings before, and it was because of my own reasons that I caused the disaster, could it be that I did something wrong? Shen Long frowned, constantly torturing his heart.

No, no, I'm not wrong, it's just to save my life.

Living in this desolate world, either you die, or I die, it's all just to save your life, if you don't find Wutian, then Wutian will help Luo Yu, and it may become the last straw for Luo Yu's final victory, at that time, that is, when I fall, the dragon clan will not be spared.

Speaking of which, I am not an ant, struggling in this world, just let them be like that, sometimes muddy, sometimes devouring others.

There was a hint of self-deprecation at the corners of his mouth......

"That's true, these creatures fell because of us, and it can be regarded as the cause and effect of our waiting, how are you going to deal with it?" Hongjun asked as he watched the spirits floating all over the place.

"What Poor Dao said is good, this place is not far from the Sea of Blood, right?" Shen Long did not answer, but suddenly asked.

"Yes, 30,000 miles west of here, is the sea of blood. Although Hongjun was puzzled by Shen Long's question, he still answered.

"That's good, then please also ask Taoist friends to protect the Dharma and watch the poor Tao do. ”

"Good. Hongjun flew to the side.

The battle just now, although it was carried out in the round sky of Hongjun, but it also beat a big mountain into a valley, Shen Long jumped into it, took out the Hell Pagoda, and put it into the valley.

Rumble~~~~~~~~~~~

With a loud bang, the valley was pressed down again, and a tall pagoda stood in it, which was gloomy and atmospheric, revealing majesty in the vastness.

Shen Long took out two more corpses from the Chaos Ding, it was the Lechuan and Huangquan that were collected by Concubine Luo back then, Shen Long looked at the two corpses that were still well preserved, and smiled: "Today is the moment to reflect your value. ”

Although Shen Long laughed, he was very cruel, since Luo Yu killed Huang Long, Shen Long had no mercy on Luo Yu's subordinates, and he killed them all.

"Three Thousand Avenues, Forgotten Avenues, Chop—"

"Three Thousand Avenues, Filthy Avenues, Chop—"

Shen Long appeared in the Three Thousand Avenues, cut out two of them, one was the Avenue of Oblivion and the other was the Avenue of Filth, and the two avenues merged into two corpses and disappeared.

Then Shen Long carried the two corpses, flashed, and entered the fourteenth layer of hell, that is, the hell of death in vain.

"Yellow Spring, Lethe River, melts into the pagoda and becomes a river. ”

Shen Long threw down the two corpses at random, and then shouted loudly, and the void responded, and one hundred and sixty-seven avenues descended, brushing back and forth on the two corpses, as if they were scanning.

Gradually, the two corpses began to change, their expressions became blurred, and before long, even the bodies became blurred, and they could only see that they were human figures, and at the end, they completely dissolved into nothingness.

Thundered~~~~~~~~~~~

It was a thunderous sound again, this is the pagoda integrated into the two newly added avenue laws, and the avenue patterns are being re-intertwined, Hongjun outside looked at it, the avenue patterns on the hell pagoda were more complicated, and nodded secretly in praise:

"If you count the refining weapons, the Xuanlong should be the first, and no one can reach it. ”

As the sound sounded, two rivers appeared in the Pagoda of Hell, one crystal clear and the other muddy, two intertwined, but distinct.

The source of both rivers is the fourteenth layer of hell, but both rivers run through the eighteenth layer of space, and flow calmly outside the pagoda space.

After doing this, Shen Long walked out of the pagoda, came to Hongjun's side, and asked, "Is it good to be poor and poor?"

"Daoist friends want to lure these souls to the Hell Pagoda?" Hongjun asked in surprise.

"Yes, the poor road plan to stand this pagoda here to attract the souls of the dead. ”

"With all due respect, your Hell Bar is as powerful as a hell, and it is a magic weapon of punishment, so it is not suitable for placing these revenants, right?" Hongjun asked with a frown.

"Daoist friends misunderstood, the magic weapon of the poor Dao is naturally his own decision, and the poor Dao will demarcate a part of the land of the fourteenth layer of the wasted hell, and the time is the same as that of the flood famine, mainly to attract these undead. ”

"Fellow Daoists, please take a look. Shen Long waved his hand, the pagoda became transparent, and those revenant souls really entered the fourteenth layer, just as Shen Long said, the time was the same as the outside world.

"Daoist friends atone for their sins, but these two rivers are quite weird, I don't know what the intentions of Daoist friends are in?"

"These two rivers, one is called Lethe River, as soon as the soul enters, forget the past life, and purify the soul. The other is called the Yellow Spring, which is so filthy that only the purest souls can float in the Yellow Spring. ”

"Although the Yellow Spring is filthy, it has a fatal attraction to the spirits, and when the ghosts enter the Yellow Spring, the clean ghosts will float, and the filthy ghosts will sink, and those that float will be directly led to the fourteenth layer, and the sinking ones will enter the Lethe River, purify the soul, and then enter again. ”

"Moreover, the hell of death, the poor road separates a city for these gods to live in, and this is guaranteed to be a paradise for ghosts, and they do not have to worry about it every day, and wait until the next eons of reincarnation are established, and then reincarnate them. ”

"The great wisdom of the Taoist friends, when they think of such a wonderful method, they will definitely have immeasurable merits. Hongjun listened, and couldn't help but pat his palm.

"yes, but there's one more thing missing. Shen Long also laughed, originally Shen Long was worried that he would not be able to succeed, but he didn't expect it to be so smooth.

"What's missing, Poor Dao still has some collections. Hongjun thought that Shen Long was going to ask for a treasure again, and asked bluntly.

"The thing that is being introduced, the poor road plan has placed this Hell Pagoda here, and it can't be taken care of at any time, so I want to refine a thing that leads and find a person to take it. As soon as Shen Long finished speaking, he looked not far away and was stunned, and muttered to himself:

"There is no shortage now. ”

Hongjun looked in the direction of Shen Long, it was a fragment of a place, a fragment of the Black Lotus of the World Destroying that had been broken just now, Hongjun was puzzled and asked, "That's all these fragments?"

"Of course you can, it's just a lead. Moreover, the number of copies of the Black Lotus of the World Destroying is innate, and the materials are completely okay, and with a little refining, it is fine. Shen Long opened his palm and received the fragments in his hand.

The Chaos Ding spread out, punched into the mana, and a Chaos-colored flame phantom appeared, which was intercepted from the last refining of the Hell Pagoda, Shen Long refined it slightly, and a small boat flew out of the Ding.

"Daoist friends want this small boat as a magic weapon?" Hongjun asked.

"Yes, this little boat in the poor road is called the Guiding Boat, and the boat wanders between the two rivers to lead the spirits who meet the requirements into the Hell of Vain Death. ”

"So, Daoyou is still short of a ferryman?" Hongjun asked.

"No, there is no shortage now. Shen Long looked at the boat he had refined and said confidently.

"Oh?"

"This small boat has been refined by a special method, and it can only seat two people, and only one person can get off the boat at a time. So there's no need to find a ferryman. Shen Long said with a proud smile.

Hongjun thought about it, and he understood, Shen Long's regulations, the treasure boat can carry two people, and one person can get off the boat, so the person who stays must find someone again, carry him on, and he can get off the boat, and so on, forming a virtuous circle, everyone is ferrying themselves, and there is no complaint, and there is no need to bother to find a Laoshizi ferryman.

"Daoyou have great wisdom, and poor Dao admires. Hongjun praised.

"Is it? Poor Dao also thinks that Ha Lu Ha ......"

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