Although he got rid of the two ghosts, Chang Xi still fell into a dilemma.

Judging from the current situation, the ghost envoy who has no head or tail seems to have a way to probe the prohibition buried deep in their bodies, but fortunately, fortunately, the ghost envoy can't be pinpointed to who it is, otherwise it won't be two ghosts with low cultivation.

The chaotic color in Chang Xi's eyes dissipated, he weighed left and right for a long time, gritted his teeth and said: "It seems that we can't break the ban anymore to instill spiritual power, otherwise next time it will not be those ghosts, but the ghost control envoys who are not low in cultivation." ”

The black shadow in the body nodded, "Let's not act rashly for the time being, we are not familiar with life here in Huangquan, even if we can run here for a while, we can't run for a lifetime, and if we endure it, if we can't bear it, we will make a big plan." ”

The slightly muddy black field was full of corpses, and the whole army like the walking dead kept splashing the clicking sound of bone stubble being trampled under their feet, Chang Xi raised his foot to bypass an intact skull, but soon this skull that was merciless at Chang Xi's feet was crushed by the muddy walking corpse-like people behind him.

The black shadow sat cross-legged on the golden sea of blood in Chang Xi's chest, and he suddenly asked, "Even if you don't crush this skull, the people behind you will also crush it, since the result is the same, why don't you crush it?"

Chang Xi still walked around the bones under his feet and said: "If I make the same decision as everyone else, then what is the difference between me and these sentient beings? My father and mother taught me since I was a child that the dead are great, this is the minimum respect, if you don't even realize this, you are not even as good as a person, how can you become an immortal?"

"Am I awake when everyone is drunk? ”

The black shadow had a figure carved out of the same mold as Chang Xi, and he muttered softly: "They are your father, why aren't they my father?"

Chang Xi frowned and said, "What did you just say?"

The black shadow said lightly: "It's nothing, you heard it." ”

"You said before that you would confess your origins, when are you going to say it?" Chang Xi looked at the black shadow sitting cross-legged in the sea of blood, and asked in a cold voice.

The silver cross star in the left eye reflected the hall separated by a long black river in the distance, the black shadow was lying on his back in the sea of blood with his head in his hands, the scorching power in the golden sea of blood seemed to have no effect on him, and he said lightly: "Let's wait until we survive this catastrophe, if we can't escape, you know how much you can do? Isn't it good to be a fool?"

Seeing this, Chang Xi didn't talk to him anymore, and continued to follow the team.

As the team gradually approached the magnificent hall on the other side of the river, Chang Xi's eyes became more and more solemn and even a little anxious, because he could already see the Sen Ran plaque hanging horizontally in front of the magnificent hall at this moment, with three words written on it.

Yama Temple.

At this time, even the black shadow who claimed to be calm and calm was a little unable to sit still, but he didn't expect that the Yama Hall dedicated to calling the Great Hell described in the Divine Ghost Fantasy was really here!

A large expanse of blood-like flowers bloomed on the banks of the Lethe River.

When this team finally approached the bank of the Lechuan River, Chang Xi realized that the Lechuan River, which he had always thought was black, was actually an extremely viscous blood yellow, and when he looked carefully into the river, it was full of lonely souls and wild ghosts that could not be reincarnated, insects and snakes were everywhere, and every time the river rolled over, it would hit his face with a fishy smell.

Legend has it that the water of the Lechuan River can reflect people's hearts, if the heart is free of distractions, no worries, what you see is a pool of clear water, if you worry too much, it is an obstacle that can never see the end. Chang Xi didn't know if it was because the legends in the world were wrong, or if he was really full of too many worries in his heart, which caused the water of the Lechuan River he saw to be full of poisonous insects and mist.

Chang Xi suddenly discovered an unexplained phenomenon.

It is said that people cannot be resurrected after death, let alone two feet have stepped into the Yellow Spring. Chang Xi had read a lot of strange things in the market before his death, and the description of the scenery of the Yellow Spring was extremely vivid, but it coincided with what he really saw now, could it be true that someone had returned to the world from this Yellow Spring that did not see the light of day? !

This discovery can't help but ignite Chang Xi's pursuit and desire for life.

Perhaps it was to confirm Chang Xi's thoughts, in addition to the fishy smell rolling up from the banks of the Lechuan River, there were also large pieces of strange flowers full of magic from the other side.

After smelling the fragrance of the flowers, the eyes full of chaotic colors finally regained their clarity, and they looked up at the treacherous and desolate world around them, and then they all faintly guessed where this was without exception, some people hid their faces and cried bitterly, some people sighed, and some people were indifferent, it seems that even if they die, they are the kind of people who have died well.

Nai He Bridge on the Lethe River.

The team walked to the Nai He Bridge, and there were already many hideous-looking ghosts guarding the banks of the Lechuan River, and there were naturally people with weak minds in the ranks of tens of thousands of people, and there was a woman dressed in heavy makeup who seemed to have died before her death, and could not accept the facts in front of her, so she fled from the team in a hurry, trying to run to the black fields that stretched into the distance.

Judging from the expressions of the ghosts guarding the banks of the Lechuan River, they seemed to be very happy to see someone escape, and immediately a ghost cha took a strange-looking long shuttle to catch up, and a steel fork pierced the panicked woman to the heart, so all the way like hanging half a pork under the long shuttle, flying back to the raging rapids of the Lechuan River, the woman who had suffered a hard life before and died after death kicked off the long shuttle, and let the water of the Lethe River full of insects and snakes swallow the woman completely.

The ruthless red-skinned ghost sat on the shuttle and looked at them, as if trying to find a few more unlucky ones among them who would allow him to exercise the power of life and death.

The whole team was suddenly silent, and many people who had the intention of escaping also suppressed their thoughts after hearing the woman's miserable scream, and had to obediently accept their fate.

The black shadow quietly observed the surrounding situation, was silent for a long time, and burst out of his mouth a few difficult and bitter words, "Even if you recover your peak cultivation during your lifetime, I'm afraid you won't be able to escape safely here in Nai He Bridge, even if you don't mention those ghosts and ghost messengers, there is still an existence in the depths of this reincarnation division that can easily crush you with just one finger, and we have no other way." ”

Chang Xi exhaled a deep breath of turbidity and said slowly: "Let's take a step and see a step." ”

However, by the bridge, Chang Xi saw the Wangxiang Terrace mentioned in the Strange Spirits.

Looking at the hometown on the platform and then looking at the hometown, this glance, you can still see the world, and it is the last place to look at your hometown and relatives from afar.

Before forgetting all the memories of this life, before being reborn as another person, the dead souls can be here to take one last look at your love and hatred, your dreams, the people you love most in this life, the people you want to wait for in the next life.

Many people who died in vain cried and shouted on the Wangxiang Terrace, and the voice was tragic, and after reading it, when the crying was enough, they came down from the Wangxiang Terrace and then went up to the Nai He Bridge.

Chang Xi stopped beside the Wangxiang Terrace, hesitated for a long time, and did not take that step.

His heart is indeed full of thoughts, for his two wives, for his brothers and sisters, for his master, and for his teaching... There were so many thoughts that he really wanted to step on the lookout platform and look at the sun again.

"If I really look at it, it means that I have accepted my fate, and I will not look at it. ”

As if to say to the black shadow in his body, and as if muttering to himself, Chang Xi's face was resolute, and he turned around and stepped onto the Nai He Bridge with the crying crowd.

The ghosts on the banks of the Lethe River looked at this coldly.

However, the bridge deck is potholed and slippery, and the heavy bluestone slabs seem to have been splashed with thick plasma a long, long time ago, and until now there are still scarlet blood streaks that cannot be washed off on it. Chang Xi stepped on the Nai He Bridge with a heavy heart, and the moment he stepped on the bridge deck, Chang Xi felt a sense of tearing with the world in his memory, as if he had to forget everything in his life when he stepped on this bridge.

Chang Xi's thoughts drifted away inexplicably, he remembered that he used to only have Qi Refining Realm cultivation on the streets of Qingyang City, and when he smiled and took the pancake handed by the boss, the feeling that he was inexplicably close to the world in front of him was still fresh in his memory.

"Those are my most precious memories, just a dead thing Nai He Bridge, how can you take away my memories!"

Chang Xi seemed to have a thousand weights under his feet, and he took a step on the Nai He Bridge while resisting the pain of tearing at his memory with great perseverance. And those who walked on the Nai He Bridge behind Chang Xi were slightly resistant to the tearing feeling at first, but soon they gave up resistance, and with each step, the light representing their sanity on their faces and eyes became weaker and weaker, until finally it was almost nothing.

However, on the other side of the bridge sat Meng Po, but the so-called word Po always seemed inappropriate to use on such a beautiful woman. It turned out that Meng Po was not the yin envoy with a sallow face and a cane and scooping spoon that was passed down by word of mouth in the mouths of people in the yang world, but was actually a dignified and beautiful woman with a face that could be called a disaster to the country and the people.

A spoonful of Meng Po soup boiled by countless tears of love and hatred in the sun and the water of the Lechuan River will be drunk, and all the joys and sorrows of this life will be forgotten, all the love and hatred will be turned into a cloud of smoke, and the ups and downs of a lifetime will be forgotten with this bowl of Meng Po soup.

This one forgot the word, it is rare and more difficult to give up, and the ears echo with the murmuring of the Lechuan River, which has all kinds of flavors, and the world can't taste it. Meng Po whispered something to every dead soul who walked across the bridge, her face was calm and there was no trace of impatience.

After receiving the replies of the dead souls, Meng Po scooped out a bowl of Meng Po soup from a large statue beside her and let them drink it.

Like the red lips of Meng Po blooming on the other side of Huangquan Road, the red lips are lightly opened, and the song gradually rises.

"Who says, don't forget, don't forget. ”

"Who would have thought that they would return home?"

"Whose ears are the mournful voices echoing?"

"The ups and downs of life are half ridiculous. ”

"Look, all beings. ”

"Sigh, rejoice and sorrow"

"Cook a thousand-year-old turbid soup, break it off, and empty it. ”

"The Netherworld outside the Six Bridges. ”

"Greed and delusion. ”

"Shou Han Tai is lonely, crossing the world, looking at the hometown. ”

"There are many troubles in the world. ”

"In the past, in March, Jiangnan Liufei peanuts were fragrant. ”

"Who has ever promised a long relationship?"

"After tossing and turning, I woke up in tears at the first time. ”

"It's better to drink the soup in the cup with me. ”

"From now on, I forgot about each other, and there was no injury or wandering. ”

The sound of the song is deeply moving, as if it can go straight to the softest and deepest place in the hearts of the dead souls, and make people cry. The ghosts on the banks of the Lechuan River seemed to be in awe of this good-looking Meng Po, that is, the red-skinned ghost who had mercilessly pierced the woman with a steel fork before, and at this moment he was also half-kneeling on the ground, his face changed from hideous to pious, and bowed his head to the bright red figure on the bridge.

It's just that the ballad is disrupted by some discordant notes.

The formation in Chang Xi's body that was hastily blocked on the prohibition of the spiritual sea was finally overwhelmed, and it shattered violently at this moment, and the surging spiritual power in the spiritual sea flowed back into the limbs and hundreds of bones that were already hungry and thirsty, and the strong horizontal cultivation in the middle of the Yuan Infant Realm quickly returned to its peak in more than a dozen breaths, and the turbulent spiritual power turbulence set off a gust of wind on the Nai He Bridge that made people unable to open their eyes.

Chang Xi secretly screamed in his heart, but with the cultivation of the Yuanying Middle Realm, it really helped him greatly alleviate the pain of memory tearing, so that he finally got rid of the memory tear and successfully walked to the other end of the Nai He Bridge.

Many ghosts on the banks of the Lechuan River also noticed the strangeness on the Nai He Bridge, and looked at each other, no one had the courage to step on the Nai He Bridge, after all, the Nai He Bridge would not independently identify who was a dead person and who was a ghost, as long as you stepped on it, the end would be the same.

There were several figures in the hall of the reincarnation division that shot out, and Chang Xi, who didn't have time to re-cover the aura of the realm, looked up, only to see three monks in brown flower-feathered official robes in mid-air looking at him coldly, the aura on the three of them was different from that of the monks in the yang world, a little treacherous and cold, and the aura of the Yuan Infant Realm on his body was ups and downs, it should be the ghost master in the mouth of the two ghosts before.

The situation next to the bridge, which was originally orderly, suddenly became tense.

The familiar surging power returned to his palm, Chang Xi's eyes were slightly cold, and the cave sword in his hand quietly appeared, although he knew that it would never end well to fight with these three ghost harnessers in the underworld where he was unfamiliar with life, but it was impossible for him to tie his hands.

As if the Meng Po who was out of the way had gently finished singing the ballad, the dead soul walked to the foot of a tree called the Collar Tree next to the Great Ding of the Meng Po Soup, on which lived the two ghosts of the Cloth-snatching Lady and the Hangman, who specially took the clothes of the deceased and hung them on the branches, and judged the severity of the deceased's sinful karma from the height of the drooping branches, and then sent them to the Yama Temple to listen to the fate.

The two ghosts on the collar tree and the two ghosts of the clothes snatcher and the hanging clothes screamed with their teeth and claws, and they were about to fly down the tree to strip off the clothes of this arrogant man and weigh the karma, Chang Xi, who was holding the sword in his hand, looked up with golden majesty in his eyes, and the majestic sword qi swirled at the bridge, Chang Xi reprimanded: "You two move again?"

Only the two ghosts who cultivated on the left and right sides of the Jindan Realm met the eyes full of dragon might, and immediately screamed, and flew back to the tree and shivered.

Meng Po, who was boiling soup at the bridgehead for an unknown number of years, rarely raised her head, and she had a few phoenix hairpins in her bun, she had a deep pool of clear water eyes, and the golden light of Chang Xi's eyes was reflected in the clear water, she scooped the spoon with one hand, and raised the other hand from the big red sleeve and shook it, as if to let the three ghost envoys behind her who were ready to capture Chang Xi retreat.

When the three ghost envoys saw Meng Po's swaying lotus root, they didn't even ask a question, and they all bowed their heads respectfully and took a few steps back.

The low-status ghost almost had no way of knowing the origin of this thin Meng Po of the bridge, but it didn't mean that the three ghost envoys didn't know.

In ancient times, there was a magnificent period called the "Age of Mythology" in heaven and earth, and the birth of tribal leaders or tribal alliance leaders who made outstanding contributions to the human race, was respected by later generations as "Three Emperors and Five Emperors".

This Meng Po is the daughter of Emperor Yao of the Three Emperors and Five Emperors, born extremely noble, and later married Emperor Shun, but unfortunately Emperor Shun died young, so Meng Po wept every day on the bank of the Lechuan River to mourn Emperor Shun, and later the Tianqi Rensheng Emperor, who was in charge of countless creatures in the underworld, made an exception to let Meng Po stay in Naihe Bridge.

Such a woman who has an incomparably close relationship with the two great emperors of the ancient five emperors, in terms of status, even the Yama Heavenly Son who is in charge of calling the Great Hell in the Yama Hall behind her is slightly inferior.

The identity and origin are noble enough to allow the ten halls of the underworld to meet with the Yama of the underworld, Meng Po, who looked at the top of Chang Xi's head, pursed her lips and sighed.

"What a beautiful pillar of luck. ”