"Since this person died so righteously just now, and this immortal also felt something in his heart, so I won't play tricks with you next, just reward you with a whole corpse. ”

Speaking of this, the right arm of the Charm Fire True Immortal slowly stretched forward, and a huge palm grabbed towards Zhou Xiang, which was accompanied by boundless divine sense coercion, covering Zhou Xiang tightly.

The all-round crushing of the cultivation made Zhou Xiang unable to resist at all, and he couldn't even do it normally.

"Is this going to die?" Zhou Xiang said secretly in his mind, but he couldn't afford to resist at all, "What is the purpose of cultivation?"

The situation of Zhang Xuezhi's death is vivid, and Zhou Xiang's eyes are already empty: "Is it right or wrong to step into the Nine Realms of the world?"

My mind is swirling and my thoughts are cluttered.

Under the pressure of the huge divine sense, the Feihong Sword trembled slightly, and the oppression around the sword body was easily shattered by it, but without Zhou Xiang's control, it couldn't take into account the distance too far, and the coercion that was shattered by the sword body also recovered again, and in the process of continuous shattering and recovery, the Feihong Sword was gradually restrained and began to move away from Zhou Xiang.

Facing the giant palm that was getting closer and closer, Zhou Xiang's divine consciousness felt an incomparably tingling pain, and the light in his eyes was slowly surrounded by darkness, the light became smaller and smaller, and the world became smaller and smaller, until when he gathered a little, Zhou Xiang completely lost consciousness.

......

It was as if a moment had passed, and as if countless years had passed, a feeling of complete relaxation and unrestrainedness suddenly appeared.

......

In the darkness, a point of light appeared in the Hodi, which swayed and changed, and something resembling smoke floated and twisted its shape, making people follow it unconsciously.

The point of light seems to be constantly moving forward, and it seems to be moving in place, only the follower itself is moving, just staggering, floating and sinking I don't know how much time has passed, the point of light suddenly stabilized, it no longer floats up and down, but flies straight forward.

A voice sounded in the distance: "Another one, send it immediately!"

Another voice also suddenly appeared: "When is this broken day a head? Look at these things, all of them are groggy, and when they see a glimmer of light, they follow along, and their eyes are full of this light, and they are led by us from far away to the Nai He Bridge, day after day, year after year, it's really boring, when will Lord Yama let our brothers out, let's also be reborn as a good family, and live a happy life for a few lifetimes!"

"Stop dreaming, work hard and face reality. Maybe we don't need to be reincarnated, and when the king of Hades sees that we are conscientious, he directly rewards us with the status of an immortal, and then he will make a lot of money. The voice that appeared at the beginning responded.

"You are more ruthless than me in this dream......!

The two voices chattered and began to go on and on.

Another bright spot gradually appeared in the distance, and then the original point of light traveled towards this new bright spot, and the new bright spot slowly grew larger, more and more, and finally converged to form an infinite flow of light.

A wisp of consciousness slowly returned, countless memories began to pour in, and when the light flow came to a big river approaching, "Zhou Xiang! Zhou Xiang!" A pair of women's voices seemed to sound in their ears. Then there was a spirit, and a certain gloom behind the point of light regained consciousness. A slightly transparent object reflects the figure.

"I'm Zhou Xiang, where is this?" After the human form appeared, countless questions appeared in his mind.

The white one was holding a strange cane in his hand, the top of the cane was a bright light burning with a void flame, and the black figure was pulling an ethereal string in his hand. At this moment, seeing that the human figure was a little conscious, the thin rope automatically retracted, returned to the black figure and disappeared, and the two extremely tall figures immediately turned away, and their mouths kept talking.

Now there is only a lonely figure standing there with a mouth constantly chanting "Zhou Xiang", his body does not move, but the nearby river seems to have magical power, with the flow of water in the river, the figure also slowly drifts, towards the direction of the river.

"I'm Zhou Xiang!" the human figure finally remembered completely, and the previous scenes came to mind.

"Am I dead?" the humanoid eyes moved, and then reacted, "This is under the Nine Springs?"

Zhou Xiang turned his head to look around, there was a continuous flow of light around the river, and there were constantly standing in a daze of human figures being pulled from the darkness, all their attention was only on the bright spots in front of them, like a puppet with being controlled, countless pairs of black and white figures of doppelgangers led the human form to the side of the big river, and the human form followed the river with the waves, heading downstream. There are also many human figures whose eyes gradually brighten, but they are still silent, just carrying heavy loads and floating.

When Zhou Xiang realized this, he found that he didn't even have the slightest panic, as if he had completely lost any emotion, he didn't know what to think, and he didn't know what to think, only countless pictures flashed in his mind, including parents, brothers, teachers, and the most were two beautiful and affectionate faces, which were Xu Wei and Shen Wanqing. It was these two voices that woke me up just now.

Gradually, a gray-white stone bridge appeared in front of it, countless human figures converged on the bridgehead, the bridge deck was extremely wide, the river under the bridge was rushing, and you could not see what the other end of the bridge was, only the human figures could be seen slowly moving forward, lined up in hundreds of lines, but the stone bridge was still not crowded.

A wrinkled old woman at the head of the bridge was holding a cane, and the other hand was holding a large bowl, as soon as the big bowl was poured, hundreds of small bowls appeared out of thin air in front of a wave of human figures at the head of the bridge, there was a strange soup in the bowl, and there was no smell of it. Even though a few people showed signs of struggle in their consciousness, a strong impulse rose from the depths of their souls, and they quickly took the small bowl and drank the soup in one fell swoop, and then these figures changed from top to bottom, as if they had washed away countless worries and tugging, and became relaxed, and they strode up the bridge, and then slid forward quickly, never looking back.

Zhou Xiang stood in the team, with a burst of reluctance and unwillingness in his heart, but a burst of longing and hope rose in the depths of his soul, and in this struggling emotion, he moved slowly, getting closer and closer to the bridge.

At this moment, two beautiful figures suddenly appeared in the air at the dim bridgehead, the person in front of him was wearing a crystal clear jade crown on his head, wearing a bright robe, and his eyes were black, it turned out to be a beautiful woman in palace clothes, and the one behind him was a maid in a long skirt.

After the old woman in Qiaotou saw the woman in palace costumes, a doppelganger slowly appeared from her body, and her main body was still distributing soup, but the doppelganger greeted the comer and slowly saluted: "Xia Xian Meng Po has seen the patrol envoy!"

The woman in the palace costume nodded: "Meng Po doesn't have to be polite! This envoy suddenly had a whim today, and he came to inspect it, and Meng Po can go by herself." ”

"Yes!" Meng Po finished the salute and became one with the main body again, and continued to distribute the soup.

The palace woman glanced at Meng Po and the many figures who were drinking the soup, and then turned her head to look at the team that was gathering from all over the world, and at the same time she sent out a gentle divine sense to sweep through the crowd that was moving forward, when she swept to Zhou Xiang, the palace woman beckoned behind her, and the maid slowly flew to the top of the team, and then took out a silk thread from the sachet on her waist, and wrapped Zhou Xiang with just one flick, and then pulled it straight out, and then let him fall in front of the palace woman.

The palace woman confirmed Zhou Xiang's identity again, she nodded, and then took off a hairpin from her head, and with a stroke in the air, a crack appeared and slowly separated from the two ends, forming a portal. Then the door closed, bridging as before, but Meng Po in the distance turned a blind eye to this, still concentrating on distributing the soup in her hand.

In a large hall decorated with countless transparent silk yarns, a woman in palace clothes slowly appeared with a maid and Zhou Xiang.

Then the woman in the palace costume waved her hand to the maid, and the maid put away the silk thread and turned to leave.

Seeing Zhou Xiang looking at her stupidly, the palace woman couldn't help but smile, and then drew a symbol in front of Zhou Xiang, and after the symbol was formed, it was pushed by the palace girl and printed directly on Zhou Xiang's body.

Zhou Xiang's figure was stunned, countless voices shook violently in his ears, and then a turbid breath erupted from his nose, and the tongue in his mouth suddenly felt it, from stiffness to softness all of a sudden, and an inexplicable bitter taste disappeared, and then a trace of aroma entered his heart.

Zhou Xiang's body seemed to thaw, his right hand suddenly raised, pointed to the palace girl in front of him, and glared with round eyes: "You! You! You are Lin Lu!? Why are you here? I, am I dead?"

Then a panic appeared, and it filled his entire body: "I! I'm dead!?"

The palace girl smiled again, and then waved her jade hand, and a gentle aura enveloped Zhou Xiang, stabilizing his mind.

"Am I really dead?" Zhou Xiang stretched out his hands and touched his body again, "Could it be that if I die, I will come to the Yellow Spring Realm? Could it be that I will become a member of the ghost clan in the future?"

He was still a little flustered, and then calmed down again: "It's okay, it's not that the soul is scattered, at least you are here to cover me, and I can also go to the Nine Realms of the world from time to time to see Wei'er and Wanqing!"

Then Zhou Xiang suddenly remembered something: "No! Xiaolu, do me a favor, hurry up and communicate with Sanqingmen, you must not go to the forbidden land of trials, there is a magic fire true immortal there, who killed Uncle Zhang, and also killed me! By the way, Uncle Zhang, my Uncle Zhang is also dead, you should be able to get here, Xiaolu, you have to take care of him." He died to save me, who would have thought that the forbidden land of trials would hide a puppet above the gods!"