Haotian walked on the bluestone road, the pace is very slow, this place is like another space, there is no water around, only the road paved with bluestone slabs under his feet, everything in front of him seems hollow to see everything, in the death-like silence, but there seem to be many voices in the ears.

Wailing, sobbing, sighing, whimpering......

On a huge ancient stone stele, it seems that it has been washed for many years, and this heavy sense of history and vicissitudes is engraved with three strange characters "Huangquan Road"

"Is this the legendary Huangquan Road? I came to the legendary Netherworld after I died?"

It was difficult to calm down, and he looked around a little helplessly, Haotian could only walk forward, constantly walking to the edge of the road, and a bridge at the end of the road stood quietly, and a stone of several feet in size below, revealing an indescribable feeling, representing the past life, this life, and the next life.

The secluded Huangquan Road, the three life stones on the bridge, the flowers on the other side are blooming, and the reincarnation is now dead.

Haotian stood not far from the Sansheng Stone, and saw a handsome boy walking quietly in front of the Sansheng Stone with no eyes in his eyes, and gently touched the quaint but mysterious stone with his hand.

In an instant, black and white light bloomed on the Huangquan Road, and many scenes emerged from the Sansheng Stone.

In his previous life, he embarked on the path of cultivation all the way, and finally died tragically at the enemy.

In this life, he was born in a rich family, enjoyed glory all his life, and then finally died in the calculation of his family.

In the next life, he was born in an ordinary family, but he spent his life peacefully.

The Sansheng Stone is constantly flickering, and many scenes are presented one by one, recalling the experience of Sansheng III.

"Is there really a destiny in this world, and why is it even decided in the afterlife?"

Chu Haotian couldn't help but be a little shaken in his heart, and then he quietly walked in front of the Sansheng Stone, his hand was gently placed on the Sansheng Stone, and the black and white reappeared in an instant, he first closed his eyes gently, maybe he was unwilling to be manipulated by fate, or maybe he was nervous.

But when he opened his eyes, he was completely frozen. Because there was a blank space on the Sansheng Stone, white and empty, he was completely surprised!

He may still have some doubts about the afterlife, but why doesn't he even have a past life or this life? Although he is dead now, shouldn't he have the experience of this life? Could this be a fake three-life stone?

Then from the time he continued to walk, the road seemed to have no end, and he only felt that he had walked for a long time without reaching the end of the road.

I don't know how long it took, he finally reached the end of this road, and at this end, he first saw the blood-red flower, a stem and leaf purple black, in the dreamy red light, a demon flower opened alone, each petal is like a streamer red jade, but the buds are slightly close, the petals are slightly curled, and the charm is unique.

"The legendary flower that represents death!"

The next moment, his mind sounded an ancient and graceful voice like heavenly might, with a magnificent aura, like the sound of sacrifice, rising the power of gods and demons, and the sound of the scriptures sounded "Chaos returns to the origin, all things begin in chaos, and chaos is divided into ten laws, namely reincarnation, time, space, life, nothingness, destruction, and the purest chaos, purification law, creation law, fate law, thousands of years, ten laws of palm, one thought can cover the stars, one thought determines life and death......"

The voice fell, and countless golden runes emerged, and those golden runes were densely filled with an ancient and mysterious aura, and at the same time, they poured into his mind from his eyebrows.

At that moment, he saw another sword, which had no edge, standing silently on the road. The sword was about two feet long and half a finger wide, and the body was transparent and gray. , engraved with some inexplicable lines.

The hilt of the sword body is natural, there are very beautiful lines on the sword body, but there is an incomprehensible sword intent, a striped road is like the sword path between heaven and earth, and a faint gray light envelops it, but there are two small cracks on its body, giving people a sense of danger to stay away.

Chu Haotian didn't know why, he just wanted to hold it. One hand was held on the sword, and at this time, a force continued to surge from the depths of his limbs, it was a light full of silence and killing, and the brilliance flowed in an instant.

In an instant, the heavens and the earth lost color, and all things flowed again, and he gradually lost consciousness and sank in this heaven and earth.

The rain beat his face, this time, he woke up again, Chu Haotian was holding the bladeless sword in his hand at this time, and when he saw the corpses all over the ground, his heart was like a painful knife.

He ran to his parents, and bent down to touch their corpses, for if he hadn't mistrusted others, how could he have caused this calamity?

At this time, Haotian's heart not only had out-of-the-bone pain, but also guilt, and even more hatred.

But on this sword, the light bloomed gray, which was full of silence and edge, and at this time, a pocket on Chu Xiongfeng's body also bloomed with gray light, echoing each other from afar, and they were like one.

Chu Haotian reacted from his grief, kept searching for that pocket, and found a small piece like ice crystals.

However, as the gray light bloomed, the ice crystals continued to grow in size, and eventually evolved into a huge ice coffin.

At this time, a sword scabbard rushed out of the ice coffin, and it was a large sword scabbard with a pitch-black body and a regular rectangular shape, with a length of about two meters and a width of about two palms. The entire sheath was carved with countless simple lines flying out directly and closing on the bladeless sword.

Haotian watched all this in a daze, and inside the ice crystal there was a mask, a letter, and another secret book.

Open the letter, "Tian'er, I don't know if I want to write this letter to you, in fact, you are not our biological son, we inadvertently picked you up 6 years ago, you were lying in this ice coffin at that time, but Tian'er, please believe us, treat you like our biological son, if you see this letter, then believe that I am dead, I hope you don't blame us for hiding from you, you may never be ordinary, we love you!"

"Father!" Chu Haotian put down the sword in his hand, grasped the letter tightly, hugged his corpse, and howled and cried, he felt that he had received that strong love from this letter, and he could no longer suppress the sadness in his heart.

The rain will eventually stop, the sun will rise, Chu Haotian knelt down deeply in front of the graves of all these people, "Father and mother, uncles, I, Chu Haotian, I will behead the pair of dog men and women and come back, blood sacrifice to everyone, do not take revenge, swear not to be a man!"

The scabbard was on his back, dressed in white, and the mask was on, but the mask blended into his face but quietly changed his countenance, quietly moving away.

"Did you hear that? The Chu family was completely slaughtered overnight," said a man in a teahouse while drinking tea.

Someone replied, "I heard it, I just don't know who did it, the Chu family has always been very decent, and I received a lot of favors from them last time!"

"Alas, the people of this world are not ancient! Kindness is always harmed by cruelty!" There was also a sigh for one person.

"Don't talk about this, I heard that the Sword Cloud Sect has officially recruited disciples today, I don't know how many Tianjiao will appear?"

A young man in white carried a sword scabbard on his back, took a sip of tea, left the spirit stone, and left.