Jiang Chen never dreamed that he would see the ancient texts of the Kyushu cultivation world in the secret realm of this world!

What does this mean?

Jiang Chen repeated and silently recited the ancient Kyushu inscription on the animal bones:

"The white bones pounce into the white bone road, the yin and yang road is full of sorrow and clutch, who determines my life and death, the god supreme turns into yin, from now on the world is the scenery, there is no reason on the Huangquan Road, he is in the south streets and alleys, babbling children refer to white hair......"

Let's talk about a few crosses, and say the pain of reincarnation in the world.

Some people think that death is terrible, but the real horror is not death, but forgetting.

Years after you die, no one in the world remembers you.

Since ancient times, there have been two extreme ideas of how many kings and heroes, either their names will be remembered in history or they will be remembered for thousands of years.

He was in the streets and alleys of the south, babbling and pointing to white hair.

After reincarnation, who still remembers that you and I were once close relatives, but now we pass by, like strangers, and there is no longer anything involved.

This is the horror of forgetting, and it is also what the world fears the most.

......

"Yin and Yang Life and Death...... Yin Cao ...... Huangquan Road ......"

Jiang Chen looked around again, his gaze cast into the distance along the bone path paved with white bones.

"Could this place be the Netherworld that is rumored to exist in the Age of the Gods, in charge of the life and death of living beings in the world and the reincarnation of the underworld?"

The era of the gods is extremely far away, in that era, the name of the underworld is very loud, even today, the people of Kyushu still have the saying that people die in the underworld.

However, Jiang Chen and these cultivators know that there is no Huangquan Road in the world, and people die like lights going out, coming from heaven and earth, and scattering heaven and earth.

The cycle of cause and effect, heaven and earth on their own.

In this sense, the establishment of the Netherworld is more like a powerful cultivator who comprehends the mysteries of life and death, and then takes charge of the cycle of life and death on behalf of the heavens.

Jiang Chen was more inclined to this speculation, because there was a piece of information that showed that the cultivators in the era of the gods ascended to the heavens and comprehended the mysteries of heaven and earth, and they were the gods who were sealed by the heavens!

Of course, Jiang Chen didn't think much about distant things, it was useless to think about it, what he wanted to think about was the present, the future, and the hidden meaning behind this secret realm.

"Secret realm, what does this secret realm represent right now?"

Jiang Chen had a vague conjecture in his heart, but there was no clear answer, mainly because there was too little information he had obtained, if there was more information, maybe this vague idea would slowly become clearer.

Mo Mei and the others around him saw Jiang Chen's appearance from frightened to calm, silently looking at the unknown words engraved on the white bones, and became suspicious.

Speaking of which, Jiang Chen gave them the feeling that he was calm and calm, Taishan collapsed in front and his face did not change, but now he was shocked because of a line of words, and they were naturally a little curious.

Suddenly, there were several screams of scattered cultivation on the white bone road, accompanied by some kind of inexplicable murmuring, which was extremely terrifying.

"There's something hiding near the entrance to the secret realm!

"Something is coming!"

"Dead, dead all at once!"

"Run!"

Mo Mei: "Pavilion Master, it seems that something has happened." ”

Jiang Chen's eyes narrowed slightly, and the next moment, his body flashed with a burst of light, turned into a golden-veined little white tiger, jumped into Mo Mei's arms, and said softly: "Take me out to have a look, try to cover me as much as possible." ”

The reason why he had to change back to the state of the little white tiger was because in this way, the Three Ancestors of Huoyan would not be able to easily see that he was Jiang Chen.

"Hmm. Mo Mei raised his right hand and put his sleeve on Jiang Chen's head, in such an environment, if he wasn't beside her and carefully observed, he really wouldn't have found the tiger eyes hidden under the sleeves.

The next moment, Mo Mei and his group rushed out of the skull of the unknown giant beast and rushed towards the noisiest place.

Soon, Mo Mei and his party reached the edge of many scattered cultivators.

Perhaps because of the approaching danger, all the casual cultivators spontaneously gathered together to relieve the fear in their hearts, because there were a lot of scattered cultivators in front of them, and they were densely packed.

However, even with so many people standing together, horror still appeared on the faces of many casual cultivators.

Everyone looked in the direction they came.

An increasingly thick yin qi slowly poured in from behind like smoke, and there was some kind of inexplicable whisper in the yin qi that made the scalp tingle.

The sound is very mysterious, as if in the middle of the night, you suddenly feel something whispering in your ears, and the unspeakable horror instantly wakes you up from your deep sleep and sweats all over your body.

Crash~

In the mist, the sound of ancient metal colliding suddenly sounded.

The cultivators who had experienced something immediately fled frantically.

Under the sleeves, Jiang Chen's round tiger eyes widened.

The next moment, a rusty, decaying pitch-black iron cable rushed out of the thick yin qi.

Its speed was extremely fast, and even if a part of the scattered cultivators in the back of the group were racing for their lives, they were easily chased behind it.

The iron rope pierced the bodies of hundreds of scattered cultivators in a row, and when it retracted into the yin qi, all the hundreds of penetrated scattered cultivators lost their lives and fell one after another.

In the tiger's eyes, vague figures are faintly reflected.

"That's a human soul!"

Jiang Chen realized something, and immediately shouted at Mo Mei: "Run, stay away from the surging yin qi!"

Hearing this, Mo Mei did not hesitate and galloped towards the other end of the White Bone Road, followed by the Bronze Demon, the Black Bear, the Dog, and the six Yin Corpses.

"Pavilion Master, what the hell is that, how did the scattered cultivators who were pierced through the body have no wounds at all, but they died so completely that they have no life. The galloping Bronze Demon asked.

Jiang Chen didn't answer, and some kind of light flashed in his eyes.

If this is really the legendary Netherworld, then what is behind it can be inferred.

Chains?

Jiang Chen, who had browsed some ancient books describing the underworld, flashed a few words in his heart: Yin Poor Bull Head and Horse Face!

It is described in ancient books that the Yin Soul Detention is a Yin thing that escorts the souls of the dead to reincarnation in the Netherworld, and in their hands there is a strange treasure that Jiang Chen has seen in many ancient books: the Soul Hook Rope.

Although there are few descriptions of the soul hooking rope in the book, it is extremely similar to the black rope that just appeared, piercing the body without damaging the body, and hooking the soul to return to the yin.

"Although this place is not Kyushu, the era of the gods has long been a long time ago, after more than a few years, even the era of the gods has been destroyed, how can this kind of thing still survive?"

Thinking of this, Jiang Chen couldn't help but think of some of the Divine Exploration Cultivators in the Kyushu cultivation world.

The so-called Divine Monk is a group of old antiques who are very interested in the era of the gods, and then continue to study and explore.

These people gave up the prejudice of sectarianism and Taoism, and with their yearning and curiosity about the age of the gods, they gathered together to discuss and explore each other.

Some of them once said that the fall and disappearance of the Age of the Gods was not the catastrophe of heaven and earth as most monks believed, but ...... Factitious!