Darkness, eternal darkness!

Dead silence, no plants and animals on the ground, no rivers and lakes, no mountains and hills, lifeless!

There is no hope, no future, no way out, no light.

The strange thing is that there is no light source, but you can see something, and it is not completely black, and this black seems to be mixed with a lot of unknown fog, which is dim and misty, and makes people drowsy.

A little bit of bean-like light appeared in the wilderness, and a faint figure walked alone, the speed was slow, walking three steps and stopping two steps.

This figure is not condensed enough, it seems that it will disperse as soon as the wind blows, but fortunately, here, there is not even a trace of wind, and in the middle of the figure's chest and abdomen, a small square gold medal sits safely.

Like a bean's light hanging above the shadow's head, a small place, the light it scattered, just enough to envelop the figure and a foot nearby.

If you look closely, you will find that it is a crystal clear small sword, but it is only an inch long, antique, flashing with a faint purple light, very mysterious and lovely.

The figure shrouded in purple light is none other than Ding Yi who came out of Brother Qiao Yun's body!

At that time, Ding Yi was confused, the world was long, he didn't know where to go, how to urge the gold medal to travel through time and space, he didn't know.

The gold medal and the Ziying Sword both walked with them, and as soon as their minds moved, the gold medal did not see much movement, but the Ziying Sword moved in response to the order.

The cultivation was left to Brother Qiao Yun, but fortunately, the Ziying Immortal Sword had its own mana, which was not much worse than Ding Yi's strength, and it was faster and faster to act.

I didn't know where to go for a while, and when he saw Brother Qiao Yun hesitating, he helped Brother Qiao Yun solve the Bohai people.

Heaven and earth are squeezing, his soul cannot gain a foothold in the yang world, and in a short period of time, there is an unknowable force that wants to take him away.

From what I wanted, I entered the underworld at the intersection of yin and yang on the riverbank, and I didn't know where to go, wandering around.

The place where he landed was really deserted, there were not a few ghost shadows to see, and his soul was weak, but fortunately, with the support of the Ziying Sword, he could still act like a person.

Touching his chest, there was no beating, pressing elsewhere, there was no feeling of touch on his skin, Ding Yi knew that he must not have any temperature, because he couldn't feel cold or hot, he realized that his state was actually a ghost!

There's nothing here, and of course there's no danger, just stop and go, just trek.

There is no sun and moon, I don't know the time, whether this is the same as the sun, whether it is summer or cold winter?

In the underworld, the soul body does not need to eat and drink, it is tireless, and without rest, it is just a walk.

"It's been a day!" the gold medal suddenly sighed.

Ding Yi didn't speak, his soul was incomplete, and he could still be normal in the yang world, but the underworld has an invisible binding power on the soul, and it seems that it will fly away at any time, which makes him a little confused.

There is also a timing system inside the gold medal, and it can still tell the time without the sun, moon and stars.

"It's been two days!" the gold medal sighed again.

"It's been three days!"

.......

Later, seeing that Ding Yi didn't speak, Ziying Jian couldn't speak, and the gold medal also shut up.

There is no sun, no moon, no clouds, no rain, no rivers, no mountains, only loneliness!

Maybe a month, maybe two months, maybe more.

The environment has changed, the terrain has undulated, and it has become a little brighter.

In the distance, I saw a black city, which was much brighter in this gloomy area, as dazzling as a lighthouse in the mist.

Dozens of black shadows on the city wall, holding weapons, wandering, looking like they have no spirit, slow, not like soldiers, but like dying and decrepit.

Ding Yi seemed to suddenly come to life, a little more energetic, and finally raised his head that had been hanging down, and his face was clear.

This is thanks to "Nanhua Zhenjing, No Ghosts"!

This chapter is about the trick of ghost domain cultivation, which can be cultivated from ghosts to ghosts, Ding Yiyang's body is still there, and he is not interested in practicing ghosts, but fortunately, there are no ghosts here, which is suitable for helping him calm his soul and rehabilitate his remnant soul.

These days of dimness, it is the absence of ghosts that has played a role, and Ding Yi's divine consciousness was already vigilant, and when he saw the city, he returned to clarity.

"Immortal Chief, I don't know where the Immortal Township is? Please wait a moment, someone has already communicated to the king and arranged to welcome the Fa Driver?"

The two gatekeepers were respectful, bowed their heads and bowed their waists, and greeted each other with smiling faces!

These two ghosts are not tall, some rickety, and there is a faint black mist floating around their bodies, very little, if it weren't for Ding Yi knowing that there are no ghosts, and with enlightenment, they can't see it at all, these black fogs are the souls of the two ghosts that have dissipated, and the time has passed, maybe after more than a hundred years, the two ghosts will no longer exist.

As soon as his mind moved, the Ziying sword hanging above his head was included in his body, and he was no longer visible, Ding Yi smiled faintly: "No need, I'll take a walk and take a look." ”

In front of the eyes of the two ghost pawns, this immortal was gone.

A ghost said: "My God, this kind of immortal, come to a remote place like ours, I don't know what's going on, I hope nothing happens!"

Another ghost said, "I'll go and tell the king, and keep an eye on the city gates!"

Just a few steps away, the two ghosts bowed down and saluted: "King!"

Inside the city gate, a one-horned ghost king strode over, every step was real, and a cloud of dust and mist rose from the ground, which was imposing: "Where is the immortal chief?

The water waves around this ghost king's body are as weird and rippling, and all the ghost pawns are careful to keep them out of the ripples, which is a sign that the power cannot be controlled, and if it is touched, it will be injured, and in serious cases, it will die.

This one-horned ghost king is called Ghost Li, he is a nameless ghost, born and raised, and in the long years, he struggled to survive and devoured countless other ghosts before he grew up.

He has no memories of his past life, so he only has interests and disadvantages, and does not pay attention to human feelings, and all his emotions and powers are born and raised in the underworld, like an ignorant animal, instinctively seeking advantages and avoiding harm.

This small city was also built by him unconsciously consolidating his power, and it is located in the most remote area of the underworld, which belongs to the place where his grandmother does not suffer and his uncle does not love.

He himself knows that he has no inheritance, purely by devouring, and at this time, the mana will no longer be able to progress, and will be polluted by all kinds of wills, and finally because he can't bear it, he explodes with a bang.

He needs to learn!

And this small city, if he can't progress, will inevitably dissipate!

Therefore, as soon as he heard that the immortal with the fairy sword on his head had arrived, he felt that the opportunity had come, so he hurriedly put down the matter at hand and hurried over.

"Hurry up and send an order, let everyone look for immortals in the city, you must be enthusiastic, and strive for the favor of immortals, our small city needs immortals to sit in battle!"

After issuing the order, Ghost Li hurriedly ran back to the city, and while looking around, he also shouted loudly: "Disciple Ghost Li, I am willing to serve the immortals as the master, please show up and see it!"

The small city is located in a remote area, there are very few ghosts, and the ghosts try their best to search, but there are only more than 2,000 mouths, and his voice is transmitted throughout the city, Ding Yi can hear it clearly, but he doesn't like to take care of it.

Ding Yi has his own means, in the city to ask the direction, the underground is vast, in the middle is the Fengdu City, is the ten halls of Yama and many ghosts live; the extreme west is the Buddha Gate Dizang King Bodhisattva practice, known as hell is not empty, never become a Buddha; the extreme east is a red army, there is a ghost king, self-named Marshal Chen, claimed to be a banner of 100,000 Yama, every day holding the red treasure book, the tween shine; the extreme north is the Yellow Spring Blood Sea, and the six reincarnations are connected; the extreme south is the entrance of the normal underworld, there are Meng Po and other ghosts and immortals sitting on the Nai He Bridge, Huangquan Road, Lechuan River.

The underworld Yama has the support of the heavenly court and occupies most of the territory, while the rest of the place is occupied by various large and small forces, all kinds of ghost kings, ghost immortals, and the two largest of them are the king of Jizo and the red ghost clan.

When the ghost was still looking for it, he suddenly saw a sword light, rising into the air, like a meteor, and disappeared into the west in an instant!

I can't help crying, the fairy fate is lost!

Ding Yi came to the Great Song Dynasty because of the mysterious pretending to be a mage, and he was related to the King of Jizo, so he naturally wanted to find the King of Jizo Bodhisattva.