It's a world without color, it's black and white, and the dead shouldn't see it.

A trace of mist fluttered around Chen Qingshan, and the entire Netherworld Road was filled with a heavy and decaying aura.

Chen Qingshan saw thousands of revenant souls wandering aimlessly, just following the wind, these revenant souls were slowly moving in one direction.

It was moving slowly, and where they were going, it was the end of the netherworld.

Chen Qingshan followed, but these revenants had no light in their eyes and did not attack Chen Qingshan, a living person.

There was no concept of time in the Netherworld, and Chen Qingshan didn't know how long he had been walking, but he felt a little trance.

Gradually, unconsciously, Chen Qingshan's body was also decaying, Chen Qingshan was just a small one-realm sword cultivator, obviously not having the ability to resist the breath of the netherworld.

Although this is only one of the thousands of paths to the underworld, there are also unpredictable ways and methods.

"Gotta find Ah Lan quickly." Chan also noticed changes in his body.

Hurriedly communicated with the candlelight, and the slightest warmth permeated the sea of self-knowledge, dispelling the death intent of Chen Qingshan's body and protecting Chen Qingshan.

The wind was at Chen Qingshan's feet, and he rushed towards the end of the netherworld.

Right now.

"Roar!" The confused eyes of countless dead souls instantly sobered up, and then there was crazy hatred, and they all looked at Chen Qingshan.

There is no other reason, in this world full of decay and death, Chen Qingshan has become the only existence that is not infected by death qi because of the power of the candlelight.

And such an existence is naturally disgusted by all the dead souls.

The souls of the dead were like a tide and began to attack Chen Qingshan.

Facing the revenant soul that attacked him, Chen Qingshan slashed with a sword, and with the death of the revenant, a trace of soul mist was absorbed into Chen Qingshan's body, and Chen Qingshan only felt a cool feeling in his heavy head.

"This soul is good for me." Chen Qingshan was overjoyed.

These souls, after being shattered, still have a trace of soul source remaining, and this trace of soul source is of great benefit to the soul of a cultivator.

Chen Qingshan swung out several swords again, killing nearly ten dead souls in front of him, and as their soul source was absorbed by Chen Qingshan, above Chen Qingshan's sea of knowledge, the outline of a villain was outlined.

And this is the prototype of the divine soul.

Chen Qingshan suddenly felt that the world in his eyes had slowed down a little, and he was fighting and advancing, fighting to feed the war.

Under the supplement of the soul source and the power of candlelight, Chen Qingshan only felt that he had swung his sword countless times, and the villain sitting on the sea of consciousness became more and more condensed.

After Chen Qingshan killed nearly 10,000 souls, the villain seemed to have reached the limit, and he was no longer absorbing the soul source, and there was still some distance before Chen Qingshan condensed his soul.

Chen Qingshan knew that because his cultivation was too weak, his current cultivation was not enough to support the existence of the divine soul.

However, even so, Chen Qingshan's soul strength has also been greatly improved, and the most intuitive thing is that Chen Qingshan's five senses have become clearer.

The netherworld road, which was originally a little foggy, was unobstructed in Chen Qingshan's eyes.

Chen Qingshan saw the purple figure at the end of the Netherworld Road at a glance.

Ah Lan may have absorbed the origin of the Qishan Snake, and his soul has not faded.

Chen Qingshan put away the power of the candlelight, and resisted the invasion of this realm with the rudimentary form of the divine soul in the sea of knowledge.

The familiar heaviness came, and the meaning of decay spread from Chen Qingshan's body, and those frantic souls slowly quieted down as if they had lost their purpose, and floated numbly again.

Chen Qingshan hurriedly rushed in the direction where Ah Lan was.

Then, as Chen Qingshan approached Ah Lan, a bloated giant appeared at the end of the Netherworld.

The giant seemed to be a patchwork, with a beautiful face, a bloated fat body, and very small limbs, and the whole person sat cross-legged at the end of the netherworld.

On her left is a mountain of corpses as tall as she is.

At this time, she was carefully selecting the stump and severed arm on the mountain of corpses, carefully contrasting it with the one holding a torso in her hand.

The woman's face was beaming with joy, she found a suitable arm, she took out her needle and thread, and sewed the arm to the torso.

Then, the skull, and the legs, which were also carefully selected from the nearby mountain of corpses, and then stitched together.

The last fully stitched body appeared on the right hand.

With his left hand, he grabbed a ghost on the underworld next to him, and then put it into the stitched body, which was instantly alive.

The bloated giant twisted his body, revealing a disturbing jar behind him, slowly opened the lid, and put the resurrected corpse in his hand, like a girl who stored her own toys.

Chen Qingshan instantly understood that this bloated giant was the ancient god who was sleeping on this netherworld path as the Duke of Impermanence said.

It's just that the Impermanence Gong said something wrong, she didn't sleep, but at the end of this netherworld, sewing the corpse.

Ancient Gods: The corpse sewer, in terms of strength, it is weaker than the ghost punishment at its peak, but she, on this netherworld road, even the power of the Seven Realms has come, and she has to explain here.

Fortunately, the corpse sewer belongs to the kind of ancient gods who can't escape from the world, and she only likes to stay in the netherworld, silently sewing her corpse.

Her penchant for stitching up corpses borders on infatuation.

The corpse sewer began to look for a suitable torso and stump in the nearby corpse mountain, but did not find Chen Qingshan, an outsider. In other words, even if she found Chen Qingshan, she didn't bother to take a look, as long as Chen Qingshan didn't bother to sew her corpse.

Chen Qingshan exhaled, feeling the rotten aura on his body, feeling that he could hold on for a while, he hurriedly continued to rush to the place where Ah Lan's soul was, and decided to pull Ah Lan and leave this strange place immediately.

Chen Qingshan walked through the Soul Mountain and Soul Sea, and finally grabbed Ah Lan's hand, and the confused purple figure was stunned for a moment.

"It's me, Ah Lan, Chen Qingshan!"

Ah Lan's confused eyes had a little brightness, and he did not resist Chen Qingshan's strength.

Chen Qingshan no longer called for Ah Lan, and pulled Ah Lan to run towards the entrance, Ah Lan seemed to feel the temperature of his palm and slowly woke up.

"Aoyama Childe, is that you?" If he first woke up from a big dream, behind Chen Qingshan, Ah Muan's murmur sounded.

did not wait for Chen Qingshan to answer.

A hand reached over, and the corpse sewer had already sewn another corpse at some point, and the soul she had captured this time was Ah Lan.

"Outrageous!" Chen Qingshan couldn't help but scold, and when he turned around, he saw the corpse sewer's hand, which was very small compared to the corpse sewer's mountain-like size.

But in the eyes of Chen Qingshan and Ah Lan, it is still a giant palm.

At the critical moment, Chen Qingshan took Ah Lan's hand, leaned over, and lay on the ground, the palm of the corpse sewer passed over his head and was empty.

Suddenly, the earth shook, and a cry resounded throughout the Netherworld.

The beautiful woman of the corpse sewer opened her mouth wide, as if crying and laughing, and made the sound of a baby crying.

He grasped the Netherworld Road with one hand, and with a single force, he turned the entire Netherworld Road over.

Chen Qingshan only felt that his body was light, and he fell down with countless dead souls.

Beneath the path of the underworld is the Dead Sea, as the name suggests, the Dead Sea, the Sea of the Dead, falling into it, neither the living nor the dead, there is no day of transcendence.

Chen Qingshan held Ah Lan's hand and fell into the Dead Sea without half a wave.

The Dead Sea is like a mirror, without waves for millions of years, swallowing all things.

Slowly, the Dead Sea, which had been calm for some time, began to bubble up, and then the bubbles grew larger and larger, until finally, the whole Dead Sea actually boiled.

A great sun slowly rises from the Dead Sea, and boundless light shines on the realm.

This is the candlelight in Chen Qingshan's sea of knowledge, the candlelight and the shadow come from the same source, one yin and one yang, both complementary, the shadow can be turned into the second month of Chang'an, and the candle light that is stronger than the shadow can naturally be turned into the second round of the sun in this world.

The candle shines in the world, directly drying the Dead Sea of the world where this netherworld is located.

Even the corpse sewer, in front of the candlelight at this moment, is also a little insignificant.

Facing the great sun at this moment, the bloated body of the corpse sewer burned visibly with the naked eye.

A sound of horror sounded, and the corpse sewer supported his entire body with his legs that were extremely mismatched with his body, like bamboo poles, and he lifted the sky-high jar and was about to escape.

Within the scorching sun, a sword aura slashed out, it was Chen Qingshan.

And this sword style is to slash the floating slaughter.

Cutting the floating slaughter is a sword that borrows the general trend of heaven and earth, and on this netherworld road, at this time, the candlelight is even more powerful than heaven and earth.

Chen Qingshan can't borrow the power of heaven and earth yet, but he can borrow the power of candlelight.

Chen Qingshan realized something, so he took advantage of the candlelight to swing this sword.

A three-story tower of floating slaughter was torn out of the void, with bursts of gold and iron, if it was made of divine iron, the tower body was lit with candlelight flames.

Although there are only three floors of this floating slaughterhouse, with the blessing of the candlelight, it is still larger than the corpse sewer.

With earth-shattering power, the Futu suppressed the corpse stitcher, smashed half of the netherworld, cut the corpse stitcher's jar, and finally landed on the corpse stitcher's body, cutting off a piece of his flesh and blood, and then slowly dissipated.

The corpse sewer looked back and looked at Chen Qingshan in the scorching sun, his eyes were full of horror, and he escaped into a deeper netherworld.

Chen Qingshan grabbed the piece of flesh and blood with the power of candlelight and put it in the storage ring.

The candlelight turned into beads again and returned to Chen Qingshan's sea of knowledge, and Chen Qingshan took Ah Lan into the portal opened by the Impermanent Princess.