The two continued to walk forward, and the dried corpses piled up in the depths of the cave became more and more, Xing Yi frowned and looked disgusted, his body flashed and turned into a colorful literary bird, flapping his wings and standing proudly on Shen Bujiao's shoulder, "It's so dirty! ”

Shen Bujiao glanced at Xing Yi, who was holding his right wing and fanning the wind, in fact, there was no taste here, he was hypocritical!

The water flow is no longer as clear as before, the color has become darker, the water liquid is thick, Xing Yi is babbling, "Will there be corpse oil in this!"

Shen Bujiao felt a chill and shouted: "Shut up, if you dare to speak again, I will press you into the water." ”

Xing Yi was just about to speak, but Shen Bujiao added faintly, "The kind with your head down." ”

Xing Yi closed his mouth aggrievedly, kicked forward with his two little claws, and sat on Shen Bujiao's shoulder.

Shen Bujiao's brows have not been stretched, the more she walks in, the stronger the sense of summoning becomes, she suddenly stopped, Xing Yi was caught off guard and was almost thrown out, swaying, and the surroundings looked the same, and he was dozing.

lifted his eyelids and said lazily: "Why don't you leave?"

Shen Bujiao frowned and said, "There is such a strong evil qi and ...... here Yin Qi?"

Speaking of the latter, she was a little unsure, after all, she had never been exposed to yin qi, but she just had a feeling that this was yin qi.

Xing Yi's eyes flashed, and he looked left and right, "Could it be that these are the culprits who caused the death of those monks?"

Shen Bujiao shook his head, "I don't know." ”

"Are we going to keep going? I always feel a little ominous!"

Shen Bu Mustard said: "Isn't it always me walking, I can hear your snoring." ”

"Nonsense! I never snore when I sleep!" Xing Yi retorted indignantly, and what responded to him was Shen Bu Jiaoyin's promisingly eyes.

Xing Yi hugged his chest with his wings and held his bird's head high, "I can't leave yet, the evil qi and yin qi in front of me are even heavier!"

Shen Bujiao didn't bother to talk to him anymore, and the black light condensed by the way of water in his palm went forward, "Huh-" The whistling wind suddenly became rapid, and the yin qi and evil qi almost condensed into substance, and it was impossible to distinguish the direction.

The bird feathers on Xing Yi's face were blown out of shape, "Wow, Shen Bujiao, I'm going to be blown away!"

The wings of the two birds kept fluttering, and Shen Bujiao grabbed his wings impatiently and pushed them into his sleeves.

The wind blew from the front, Shen Bujiao went against the wind, the green silk flew in the wind, and the yin wind made a terrifying and strange sound in the cave, like the howl of ten thousand ghosts, deafening.

Finally, she saw the "culprit" of the wind, a giant gray vortex, spiraling and spinning, and many gray air currents scattered on the whirlpool, ghostly and evil.

Shen Bujiao was about to take a closer look at what was in the center of the whirlpool, when the black light appeared, and her whole person was involved in it uncontrollably.

The wind blew so that she couldn't open her eyes, and used her sleeves to block the yin wind that invaded everywhere, and the imprint of water droplets in the center of her eyebrows appeared, blooming with a faint blue brilliance, and the protective shield made by the aura directly collapsed in the moment of composition, and the aura was scattered.

Shen Bujiao could barely breathe in the strong wind, squinting his eyes to build a space to put himself in, and only then could he barely see where he was.

It is a passage where you can't see where you come from, and you don't know where you end, the light in the passage is very bright, the time is threaded, and the space is brocade......

She keeps rotating, the space dissolves, and as far as the eye can see, the red dust is full of dust, the world is prosperous, the world is ups and downs, the flashy feast, and the time passes, one by one.

In the Nine Shadows Abyss, a ghost official bowed his head to the majestic man in black clothes in front of him, and said respectfully: "King, the person you are waiting for has arrived. ”

"Hmm. Qingjun's indifferent face did not show half of the joy, and between his eyes, his innate noble demeanor was undoubtedly revealed.

"King, do you want to see her?"

"Come out alive. Hades' pale eyes stared at the dim sky of the Nine Glooms.

The wind swept the clouds, and the perennial sky without any color suddenly appeared a blue shadow as light as water, falling from the sky in a very unsightly posture.

Hades flicked his fingers, and a cluster of black light flew towards Shen Bujie from his fingertips, Shen Bujie was keenly aware of the danger, but it came too fast, and before she could make any movements in the process of falling, she felt her soul tremble, and her eyes suddenly darkened.

Her entire consciousness, to be precise, was completely plunged into darkness.

The dark blue droplets of burning eyebrows emitted immeasurable brilliance, which was ruthlessly suppressed by the Hades King, and he smiled lightly, "In my territory, you have to listen to me." On the road of Yinsi, there is death and no life. ”

The ghost official standing on the side couldn't help but mutter, "Didn't you let her come......"

Hades paused slightly for a second when he returned to the temple, turned his head slightly, and said lightly, "So she came in." ”

It's her, not them.

The ghost official's back tensed, and he looked at the figure in green clothes sympathetically.

Shen Bujiao lost consciousness completely, her body brushed the dull air and kept falling, like a kite with a broken string, and under her was the River Styx.

The ghost official only glanced at it, and suddenly felt that his scalp was numb, and he quickly withdrew his gaze, the River Styx was deep, the waves were rolling, the fishy wind was blowing on his face, and the yin qi, evil qi, and resentment were all condensed here.

In the River Styx, the blood light soared into the sky, and the endless blood-colored mist lingered over the River Styx, and countless skeleton ghosts stretched out sharp and terrifying ghost claws in the River Styx, wanting to pull something together and sink into the abyss of the River Styx, which will never come out.

The ghost cried wolf, hoarse and terrible, and the sorrow in the scarlet blood water was deafening, and the evil ghost was frightened.

The River Styx is also called Lethe River, the Nai He Bridge on the Lethe River, a bowl of Meng Po soup at the head of the bridge, and the future and the past are forgotten.

Shen Bujiao is like a thin weightless paper, floating lightly on the River Styx, the River Styx is full of ghosts, evil ghosts are crying, and the hideous ghosts are eager for the flesh and blood of the living, surging wildly, bringing bloody wind and rain, unfortunately, Shen Bujiao is now their mouth food, delicious in the world.

However, Meng Po at the head of the bridge glanced lightly at the ghosts in the River Styx, the spoon was constantly stirring in the pot, and in front of him were countless souls lined up, looking sluggish and in a trance, waiting for reincarnation.

The Nine Shadows are the places of the six realms of reincarnation, which have always been accessible to ghosts and souls.

Shen Bujiao's eyes were closed, floating on the blood-surging River Styx, the scarlet blood water did not stain half of her clothes, but she was completely lifeless, you thought she was dead.

But no, the little aura in Huangquan has been seeping into her lifeless body.

It always feels like there's still a glimmer of hope.

There is no life, and it is not a dead end.

The ghost officials of the Nine Shadows all looked curiously at the "corpses" on the River Styx, day after day, year after year.

There was no change in the "corpse", and the Hua ghost official, who was standing beside the Hades and witnessed the whole process, had to stand in the flower field on the other side and take a look at the Styx from afar after every errand, wondering if she could wake up.

The evil spirit and resentment accumulated by Styx for millions of years were not something that his little ghost could bear.