Where I live, I don't know what to do. Where I swim, the yellow springs are endless. There are countless people in the vast universe, where do the souls go?

The sky is blood-red, and a blood-colored condensed bridge runs through the sea of clouds. In the sea of blood-colored clouds, the souls cried, the ghosts roared, and the vast void became a netherworld purgatory.

Zishan's young disciple was terrified, his cold hair stood on end, and his body inadvertently began to tremble.

The little fat man hugged Wang Meng tightly, and his fat meat almost hung on Wang Meng's body.

Wang Meng felt a chill, pushed it and said, "Xiaotian, men don't kiss or not." I'm not good at this mouthful, get out of here......"

"Knock...... Knock ......"

Suddenly, heavy footsteps were heard on the blood-colored bridge.

One step at a time, one step at a time, one step at a time, is a death. The sea of blood-colored clouds was completely boiling, tumbling like waves, and the crying of the surrounding souls became more and more poignant......

Every time he landed, the inkstone trembled violently.

Wang Meng's heart was furious, and he stared at the blood-colored long bridge tightly. And the fat man hanging on his body was completely glued together.

The footsteps got closer and closer, and a faint figure appeared on the blood-colored long bridge, surrounded by blood, and it was hazy to distinguish between men and women.

"Wang Meng, do you think she will be a beauty like Senior Sister Hanyan?" The little fat man's fat face had reached the root of Wang Meng's ear.

Forcibly enduring the stench in the little fat man's mouth, Wang Meng glanced at the hazy figure on the blood bridge, and then at the cold smoke, and suddenly realized that the little fat man also made some sense. One red and one white, isn't it a perfect match?

"The Soul Returns ......"

"The Soul Returns ......"

The phantoms in the sea of blood-colored clouds chanted in unison, and the vastness was filled with strange magic, as if they were summoning the netherworld. The hazy figure on the blood-colored bridge stopped. Behind him, two old men with skull staff appeared.

Mo Lao shook his head and sighed, waved his hand to fix the inkstone, and turned his head to look at Master Yu.

Master Yu put his hands behind his back, stared at the long bridge and said coldly, "A group of soul refining remnants are still entangled here, do you want to return to the netherworld?"

"The Holy Son of this religion is imprisoned by you, and it ruins my thousand-year-old plan. Today, without the protection of the Purple Mountain Turtle Shell, you will not be able to escape justice," the old man with the skull staff in his hand said angrily.

"The Holy Son is gone, and the holy relics of this religion must be in your hands. Yu Modao, hand over "Soul Dream Boundless" The other old man was even more violent, staring at Yu Fuzi, his eyes were about to erupt with fire.

The blood-colored hazy figure in front of him waved his hand and said, "Don't be angry, old ghost." The Spring and Autumn Period is hypocritical, and what reason is there to talk about them. Kill them, refine their spirits, and you will get the scriptures. ”

The hazy figure was speechless, but Wang Meng shuddered, and couldn't help but reach out and touch his arms. Suddenly I realized that the book I got became a hot potato.

The little fat man was slightly stunned, as if he had thought of something, and said, "Wang Meng, your book ?......"

"Shut up......" Wang Meng shouted, eager to beat the little fat man's broken mouth into a meat ball.

"How can this be reasonable, a junior dares to be disrespectful to this sect?" Wang Meng's words made the blood bridge completely furious.

The two old men waved their staffs, and hundreds of figures appeared on the long bridge with blood condensation, clasping their hands together and saluting the sky. In the void, an eerie atmosphere condensed.

In the eyes of Wang Meng's people, a huge figure standing up to the sky on the blood-colored long bridge seemed to come from outside the sky, and the blood-red body filled the sky. Only a pair of eyes turned into a strange snow-white, like an unwilling person who could not be blinded by death and could not complain about grievances.

"Knock...... Knock ......"

The giant stepped on the footsteps of the knots, stepped across the blood bridge, crossed the sea of blood-colored clouds, and the huge head overlooked the people of the Purple Mountain.

Wang Meng was frightened in his heart, but he was also a little curious. The giant's footsteps shook the sky, and it was understandable. But where did the first footsteps come from?

Yu Fuzi frowned and said, "Netherworld Blood, how can you be a junior who can wake up and let the ghostless come out"

"Hmph, a group of hypocrites in Confucianism. Blood Venerable, kill ......" the phantom on the bridge snorted coldly.

"Where I dwell,

Helpless side.

Where I wander,

Yellow Springs is inseparable.

There are countless people in the vast universe,

Where do you go?"

The two old men on the bridge saluted the sky with both hands, and led nearly 100 people behind them to pray sincerely to the heavens, and the desolate singing echoed between the heavens and the earth, and the weeping and complaining in the sea of clouds coincided, and the sea of blood clouds was full of sorrow.

"Roaring ......"

The Scarlet Giant suddenly raised its head to the sky and roared, and the sea of clouds that covered the sky and tumbled endlessly stirred up a thousand waves like the sea. A pair of huge, boundless bloody hands slapped directly towards the inkstone.

Yu Fuzi snorted coldly and said, "Mo Lao, break"

Mo Lao nodded, waved his hands, a brush made of blue bamboo waved nothing, the inkstone shook violently, and a book that emitted a rich golden light rose into the air to cover the sky, resisting the huge bloody hand.

The dazzling golden light forced back the tumbling sea of blood-colored clouds around it.

"Thorn la la"

The golden book flipped over, and one after another golden characters flew into the void, imprisoning the blood-colored giant in an instant.

"Roaring ......"

The scarlet giant roared in the sky, black eyeballs appeared in his pale eyes, the giant waved his hands, trying to break the confinement of the golden characters, and the golden books kept flipping, countless large characters floated out, and gradually the scarlet giant lost his body, and a humanoid light cluster shrouded in golden light appeared in the void.

The little fat man breathed a sigh of relief, let go of Wang Meng, and said disdainfully, "I thought it was amazing, it turned out to be just these two times." ”

Wang Meng was dumbfounded, and said, "Xiaotian, have you forgotten? Be low-key."

"Mengzi, what are you talking about?" Ling'er came over at some point, her face was cold, and she stretched out a jade finger and hit Wang Meng's forehead hard.

Seeing that Mo Lao was so powerful, the palpitations of everyone on the inkstone left in an instant. Thinking of Fang Cai's nervousness and panic, everyone was secretly ashamed.

Wang Meng touched his forehead and was a little speechless, why didn't he realize that Ling'er had such a violent side before?

"Senior Brother Wang, can you let Senior Sister see that pen?" The cold smoke came lightly, and a pair of bright eyes faintly stared at Wang Meng in the hazy figure.

Obviously he couldn't see it, but Wang Meng felt that those eyes had a special attraction. Wang Meng was secretly surprised, but he still took out the bald pen and handed it to Han Yan.

The little fat man couldn't help but say, "Senior Sister Hanyan, you are very similar to the person opposite, do you know each other?"

The crowd gathered around despised the little fat man. Where is this, the cold smoke is wafting out of the dust, and it is a fairy outside the world (of course). The man on the other side is ghostly, can this be compared?

"Hey, what is that?" Mu Feng said suddenly.

Everyone followed Mu Feng's gaze, and strangely noticed that at some point, a quaint three-eared green tripod appeared above the blood-colored figure with golden light flickering.

Wang Meng faintly felt that this tripod was a little familiar, as if he had seen it somewhere, but he couldn't remember it for a while.

"It's not good, all the disciples retreat quickly" Mo Lao suddenly shouted, his sleeve robe waved, the golden book trembled violently, and the green tripod in the void suddenly flipped at this moment, and the ten thousand blood lights in the tripod flew away, enveloping the blood-colored golden light giant, as if it was once again covered with a blood-colored coat.

In the shaking of the green tripod, a blood light penetrated the void and swept over Wang Meng's body.

"Roaring ......"

The sky shook violently, the golden light scattered, the blood-colored giant broke free from the golden shackles, and the huge palm that covered the sky and the sun fell down on the inkstone again.

Yu Fuzi frowned and jumped out, his sleeve robe brushed across the sky, and the blood-colored giant hand was blocked in the air.

The green tripod "rumbled" and continued to fall towards the inkstone. There is more blood-colored light in the green tripod condensed into a match, like a blood-colored rainbow, connecting the blood-colored long bridge and reaching the inkstone......