When the world is in full swing, the south of the north is the pass of the sky.

On the top of a steep snowy peak, a petite girl dressed in white, holding her knees, squatted in the snow. Her face was pale, in stark contrast to the black hair that spread out like ink.

But the most impressive thing is the eyes. Under the thick and slender eyelashes, the eyes are extremely clear, but the bottom of the eyes reflects various emotions of greed, obsession and resentment at the same time. These emotions are mixed together, if they appear in the eyes of ordinary people, I am afraid that they are either crazy or stupid, but in the eyes of this little girl, they seem solemn and solemn, following some indescribable law of circulation, with this circulation, there is more great compassion in her eyes, and there is the cycle of sorrow and joy in the world.

If it weren't for the ghost master Zuo Si Soul behind her kneeling on the ground, I'm afraid that people would really think that this is another reincarnated Buddha to overcome all the sufferings in the world.

"Lord of the Nether, the chess pieces have fallen, the ghost gate can be opened only when the day is in place, and the Netherworld has removed the last obstacle to entering the master's world. ”

Zuo Si Soul's attitude was extremely respectful. At this moment, he is no longer the leader of the Wind and Cloud Alliance, but just the most humble servant. He didn't even dare to raise his head, even as if he was afraid of this piece of wind and snow, and his voice trembled slightly.

The girl known as the Lord of the Dead did not look back, her eyes lowered, and she did not know how far away she had landed in the sky.

"A hundred years ago, the great vanguard under the throne of the Lord of Hades fell here. "The sound is like the coldest water under the ice.

A hundred years ago, Mo Qingyan started from the step of the heavens, one person and one sword, and forced the Netherworld Ghost Department back to the Netherworld Gate step by step. The first named ghost general she slashed under her sword was the pioneer in the mouth of the Underworld.

In the next ten years, the ghost generals fell more than dozens, and finally the incarnation of the underworld was also defeated, and fled back to the underworld in embarrassment. In the next hundred years, the ghost department no longer has any action in the human world, and the ghost department has also experienced a lot of turmoil, the first generation of the underworld master does not know whether to fall or give way, and the person who is in charge of the underworld seal at this moment is this little girl who looks weak.

The Netherworld Gate is closed, and the ghost aura that has infiltrated from the Netherworld to the Human World is missing, and the life of the outsiders led by the Ghost Gate is really not good. The wild ghosts are no more, the wandering spirits have plummeted, and the necessary netherworld dao power and ghost qi support have been lacking, the daily cultivation has slowed down, and the power of the magic weapon has plummeted.

Therefore, when this little girl who claimed to be the Lord of the Underworld appeared in front of Zuo Si Soul, who was cultivating in the northern realm, she sensed that she had deliberately released a little bit of netherworld breath as deep as the sea, and Zuo Si Soul took it for granted, saddled up before and after the horse, and was willing to drive it.

Butianguan has long been back under the control of the human world, a male city behind the pass, there are elders of various factions on duty, and the large array of defending the city has been strengthened layer by layer, even if it is the power of seven or eight steps, it is difficult to protect itself when entering the city.

Xue Feng can almost see the step of the heavenly pass, and in terms of retreat, it is almost just a step away. With Zuo Si's reputation in the outer path, if the guards on duty in the Guannai knew that he appeared in this step away, I am afraid that the guards would definitely not miss this excellent opportunity, and they would try to see if they could take down this henchman.

And if it is known that the Lord of the Underworld is here, I am afraid that even the hidden old bones of various sects will take action.

The wind and snow were raging, and the aura and even the sense of existence of the two were so weak that they almost didn't exist, like two stone sculptures.

The girl tilted her head slightly, and after saying what she had just said, she was silent. Zuo Si's retribution didn't seem to make her pay attention at all, she just sighed like nothing.

People say that when people get old, they become nostalgic, and I don't know if she has seen too much life and death, or if she has existed for too long.

The hand holding the knee raised a finger like a jade carving and swiped it outwards slightly. Zuo Si Soul didn't know how to see this small action, and silently fled in the wind and snow.

The white clothes and white snow soon merged into one, and there was no longer any abnormality on the peak. The Lord of the Underworld still maintained a posture of squatting with his knees crossed, his eyes looking at the far south behind the Heavenly Pass, and he didn't know what he was thinking.

After a long time, she got up and shook off the wind and snow accumulated on her body, took a step towards the south, appeared in the air a few feet away, and then took another step, she was suspended in the sky above Butian City, and her figure disappeared again, and when she reappeared, she had changed into a coarse cloth dress and stepped on an inconspicuous path in the city. Like a waterfall, the black hair is tied up and tied behind the head, and it is simply coiled into an ordinary girl's bun. Turn another corner and blend in with the crowd.

The Butian City City Defense Array did not react, and the Nanzhou Seven-Step Upper Realm Elder sitting in the city did not notice it in the slightest. The city has been peaceful for a long time, and there is an endless stream of merchants going north from Butianguan, and the pedestrians on the street are bustling. The snow fell, but the smoke and fire washed away the cold, and there was no depression on the winter border. A little girl jumps from shop to store, holding a cloth bag with all kinds of snacks in one hand and a string of sugar gourds in the other.