When Yang Zixu was struggling, a faint voice came from his mind, "Yang Zixu, come back to the Yin and Yang Realm." Pen 'Fun' Pavilion www.biquge.info'

Great Priest Shen Ning'er! How could her voice come from her body?

'Shen Ning'er, what the hell is going on?' Yang Zixu asked, as soon as he regained his senses, he saw what the Eastern Emperor said to him, and the tattoo of the bell on his chest was the Eastern Emperor Bell?

'I can't last long with my mana now, you rush back to the Yin and Yang Realm first, and I'll explain to you.' '

'What about Hua Ruoxi's soul?' Yang Zixu asked.

'It's a trivial matter, with the Donghuang Bell, the soul of the world is all at hand. Saying this, Shen Ning'er's voice disappeared completely.

Yang Zixufeng's eyes widened angrily, it seemed that he was really used by Shen Ning'er......

Yang Zixu was furious and flew towards the outside of the city.

At this time, because the Eastern Emperor Bell was sealed on Yang Zixu's chest, the energy to support it in the capital city was completely lost, and the city, which was originally colorful and never sleeped, became pitch black at this time.

And the earth of the city began to tremble, the slightly more fragile buildings collapsed, for a while, the city of the city of the capital

Yang Zixu's speed was extremely fast, as soon as he flew out of the city, he felt his body sink and fell to the ground, it seems that there is a force outside the city of the city, sealing the soul's ability to fly.

The ghosts guarding the city gate saw Yang Zixu and knelt down one after another and said, "I've seen my lord." '

The first onicha asked, 'My lord, what happened in the city and caused such a panic?'

Yang Zixu also wondered how these ghosts knelt down to themselves and called themselves adults, and he thought that it should be related to how tall his soul had become.

On the way to the underworld, he found that the revenant soul who had just arrived in the underworld was only five or six feet tall, and the height of ordinary ghosts was more than seven feet. What surprised him was that the Eastern Emperor he saw after he woke up was more than five feet tall, like an iron tower.

At this time, his soul was more than three feet tall, so these officials thought that they were some kind of big man, so they all knelt down and saluted.

Yang Zixu's eyes rolled, and he said with a fake look: "There are thieves who have broken into the city and tried to steal the Eastern Emperor Bell, so they will enter the city as soon as possible to assist the Black and White Impermanence. '

When the ghost heard this, he did not doubt it, and took these ghosts into the city.

Yang Zixu sent away these ghosts, and he didn't hesitate, he only ran towards the Yin and Yang Realm, at this time, Yang Zixu was three feet tall, and his body was shining with thunder light, and whenever he touched his ghost, it turned into ashes at that time.

The road from this Yin and Yang Realm to the Xudu City is very narrow, originally this road was only set up for the souls of the dead to rush to the Xudu City, where did I think that there would be souls from the Xudu City?

Yang Zixu tried his best to avoid these souls, but the souls came like a wave, and Yang Zixu couldn't care about so much, so he ran to the Yin and Yang Realm.

It's just that I suffered those dead souls, and at this moment, I encountered such a killing god, and I don't know how many dead souls have turned into ashes.

In addition to the unjust souls along the way, there was not a single ghost who came to stop him, and no one thought that he had stabbed such a big basket, right?

The road was calm and calm, without any obstruction, and directly passed the Evil Ghost Village, Jinji Ridge and Evil Dog Ridge. After a while, Yang Zixu ran to the front of the Nai He Bridge.

Those ghosts and Meng Po saw Yang Zixu running all the way, and the souls on the road died when they touched them, and they died when they were hit, and they were stunned.

A few ghosts were just about to kneel down and salute Yang Zixu, when they heard Meng Po say in a hoarse voice: "No need to salute, he is just a dead soul." '

The ghosts looked carefully and recognized Yang Zixu, it turned out to be the kid who had hundreds of thousands of dark silver just now, but after a while, his soul became so powerful?

At this time, Yang Zixu rushed to the pavilion and saw that Meng Po was still pouring Meng Po soup leisurely, and he asked, "Why don't you stop me?"

Meng Po raised her wrinkled eyelids and said with a grim smile: "My duty is to pour this forgetfulness into the soul of the dead, and I don't care about anything else." '

Yang Zixu saw that what she said was true, so he went straight to the Nai He Bridge.

Meng Po continued: 'Young man, I don't care, it doesn't mean that there is no one in front of me. I advise you, there is no boundary in the sea of suffering in the world, and turning back as soon as possible is the shore. '

Yang Zixu smiled, did not answer, and walked on the Nai He Bridge step by step.

He inadvertently looked under the bridge, and saw a ghost floating in the dark Lethe River, with only the nose and eyes of his face exposed.

Yang Zixu thought about it, she was the ghost who jumped into the Lechuan River when she came.

The eyes of this unjust soul were empty and desperate, but they were a little familiar, so that Yang Zixu couldn't help but stop and look at her carefully.

Who is this unjust soul, her eyes and the bridge of her nose are so familiar? She is neither Ouyang Xue'er, nor Yiqing and Nanping, but what woman in this world has eyes that can make her heart feel inexplicable pain?

Yang Zixu looked at this unjust soul, why would she rather jump into the Lechuan River than drink Meng Po soup, which means that she has to soak in the Lechuan River for a thousand years, her ears can't hear, her mouth can't speak, she can only silently watch the reincarnation of her lover from one life to another, passing by this Nahe Bridge...... Until he completely forgets about himself!

Time passed minute by minute, Yang Zixu tried hard to recall the familiar eyes, suddenly, his eyes exploded, and he hurriedly jumped off the bridge, hooked Shi Yan under the bridge with his feet, and grabbed the dead soul with both hands.

Just as his hands were about to touch the revenant, he suddenly thought that he was covered in thunder and lightning, and the revenant soul would immediately turn into ashes when he touched it.

'Ah, how is this good?' Yang Zixu roared angrily, how could he have thought that this thunder power would become a burden.

Dantian, yes, isn't his own dantian able to store thunder power? Yang Zixu flew up to the bridge, exercised his whole body, and gathered his thunder power to the dantian.

To compress the thunder and lightning accumulated by the Donghuang Bell for nearly 10,000 years to his dantian, this pain can be imagined, Yang Zixu only felt that his dantian was about to explode.

Enduring the heart-rending pain, Yang Zixu compressed all the thunder power into his dantian, at this time, his seven orifices were flowing with golden blood, his head was nearly doubled, and there was a small part of the thunder power, the dantian really couldn't hold it, so he had to gather on the Baihui acupoint above his head.

Yang Zixu touched the soul of the dead on the bridge, at this time he could no longer do any harm to the soul, after he tried it many times, he turned over and got off the bridge, hung a golden hook on his feet, and grabbed the soul in the Lechuan River.

However, on the bridge, Yang Zixu gently stroked the cheek of the unjust soul and cried: "Yaman, why are you...... How did you die?'

Yang Zixu dreamed of seeing Fei Yaman again, it has been ten years, but he didn't expect that the gathering after ten years would be on the Nahe Bridge in the underworld......