In ancient times, after great mercy and compassion, the emperor of the earth felt that all living beings in the world were suffering, and the soul of the living soul had no place to return but to dissipate between heaven and earth, so he gave up his body to reincarnate and opened up six places of reincarnation in the land of the sea of blood, and established the underworld that controls the life and death of all things, that is, the underworld in the mouth of the world.

And to say that this netherworld, compared with the immortal realm that does not exist in the world, but is hidden in the famous mountains and rivers, the blessed land of the caves, and even the thirty-three heavens, it is truly a realm of its own, and there is no geographical contact with the human realm of the yang world.

After the death of the living soul, the soul is drawn by the power of the six reincarnations, and will return to the underworld through the passage of the two realms that can be found everywhere and everywhere - the Yin Yang Road.

Of course, if you have great mana, you can also directly break through the barrier of the two realms and descend to the underworld. It's a pity that Ye Ling is only a monk in the Jindan stage, and he still doesn't have this ability.

Therefore, after the Yuan Shen came out of his body, Ye Ling did not resist the traction in the underworld, and stepped into the Yin and Yang Road with one foot.

Fortunately, although Ye Ling has not walked through the yin, he has read countless Maoshan classics, and he knows a thing or two about this situation, so he is not flustered in his heart, and he only walks forward step by step with his feelings.

After a short while, the scenery in front of me suddenly opened up. A huge silver plate hung high in the sky, surrounded by mountain shadows, and in front of him, a straight avenue led into the distance, at the end of the road, a tall black archway across the two mountains, straight to the sky, on the plaque engraved with three bloody characters - "Ghost Gate Pass", even if it was far away, Ye Ling could feel the great meaning from it.

At this time, a figure seemed to appear out of thin air, gathering from all directions on this Huangquan Road. Men and women, young and old, rich and poor, all of them were driven by the ghost servants of the blue-faced fangs, and merged into the flow of people who seemed to have existed here since ancient times.

These are the souls of the newly deceased, and many of them are still unclear, some of them are crying, some are shouting angrily, and all the ghosts who are being drawn for a time are whipping each other, and the sound of terrible screams comes and goes.

"Hurry up, no matter how noble you are in the world, on this Huangquan Road, even a dragon has to be coiled for me, and a tiger has to lie down. ”

Seeing Ye Ling standing still, a blue-faced and blue-haired ghost cha directly whipped at Ye Ling.

With a wave of one hand, the whip was removed, and Ye Ling flipped his palm and threw a token directly at the ghost servant.

This token is like gold not gold, like jade not jade, the surface is white jade, there are cloud patterns, and the word "Heavenly Master" is engraved in ancient seal style in the middle.

"It turned out to be the Guru, please forgive the little one for having no eyes. ”

The moment he touched the token with his hand, the blue-faced ghost servant's complexion changed, and then he returned the token to Ye Ling with both hands, and his attitude was extremely respectful.

"Can I leave now?" Ye Ling said in a flat tone.

Maoshan Heavenly Master's Order, is the identity certificate of Maoshan Heavenly Master, with this token, except for some important places in this underworld, most of them can be unimpeded, not bound by ghost servitude.

"You please, you please. ”

The blue-faced ghost servant didn't dare to slack off, so he hurriedly got out of the way and let Ye Ling leave with his sword.

It's just that this scene happened to be seen by a young man in a brocade suit, but this young man was a fat man with a fat head and big ears, and the longevity clothes he wore were different from others, decorated with pearl agate, gold, silver and jade ornaments, and the end was very gorgeous.

I saw that the fat man ran out of the team, still shouting to himself: "Why can he move around at will, but this king wants to be restrained by you, this king is the prince of the black chicken country......"

"Bullshit, if you are just the prince of a country, even if the emperor of the world comes, you have to bow down to me on this Huangquan Road. ”

After that, the ghost servant in charge of it whipped it, and in just a short time, he had already beaten the young man in gorgeous clothes, and it was not miserable.

"Ahh......h

"Boy, teach you a good one, that is the heavenly master of the world, there are no taboos in this underworld, and you are?"

The heavenly master of the world, to put it bluntly, is equivalent to the envoy sent by the underworld in the world, within this yin division, the status is not high, low or not, but it is not an ordinary ghost who can offend.

On the side of Huangquan Road is the Santu River, also known as the Lechuan River, the water is blood-yellow, it is full of lonely souls and wild ghosts that cannot be reincarnated, insects and snakes are everywhere, and the fishy wind blows in the face. And the embankments on both sides of the river are full of fiery red blood flowers—flowers on the other side.

The imperial envoy walked in the air with a flying sword, seeing that the river was full of white bones and corpses, and hearing the terrible cry in his ears, Ye Ling couldn't help but speed up.

To be honest, before he came to this netherworld, he was still full of curiosity here, but now he is not in the mood, he just wants to complete the task as soon as possible and leave this damn place early.

It's just that Ye Ling doesn't understand that these things in front of him are just the tip of the iceberg of the underworld, the real bleak wind and rain, and the scene of the ghost domain is still behind.

However, the Ghost Gate Pass didn't seem to be far away, but no matter how Ye Ling used the flying sword, he still didn't see any shortening of the distance between the two.

Just when Ye Ling was secretly anxious, his attention was attracted by a childish cry.

I saw that on the Huangquan Road below him, there was no end or end in sight.

A white-faced, red-haired ghost servant was whipping a thin figure, a little girl of only four or five years old, who was not even wearing a shroud, only a coarse cloth shirt full of patches, and next to her, there was a young woman who was almost dressed.

Obviously, these two people should have died in a foreign land, and there must be no relatives around them who can help them collect their bodies, otherwise they would not have prepared even the simplest shroud for them.

Under the whip of the ghost servant, the little girl curled up tightly, sat on the ground with her head in her hands and wept, and muttered "Mother, mother" over and over again, hoping that her mother's warm embrace would protect her and save her from the whip.

And the young woman must be the mother of the little girl, and when she saw the little girl being beaten all over her body, her heart was like a knife, but she had no choice but to cry and beg the red-haired ghost to stop, because she was taken by another ghost, but she could not move.

"Stop. ”

Ye Ling interrupted his mouth, put away the flying sword, and floated down in front of several people.

Although he knew very well in his heart that this trip to the underworld was full of difficulties, and it was best to be nosy, but who made that little girl look the same size as Ye Ying, Ye Ling really couldn't bear to let go, and he couldn't do it with such a hard heart.