A soft sound sounded in Liu Boqin's sea of consciousness at this moment, and the Dao bell that sounded clearly stopped at this moment, and the Dao sound that rippled out of the Dao also stopped at this time. Through the crystal Dao Bell, www.biquge.info saw that the ink-colored spar had been turned into pieces at this time, flashing with a trace of crystalline light, and was submerged in the Dao Bell.

In the middle of the moment, a clear figure was branded on the Dao Bell, and in the palm of this figure was a three-strand steel fork, a bull-headed human body, and two feet were huge bull's hooves, and the bulging muscles on the body exuded the brilliance of force. Although this figure was no different from the previous bull's head, the aura it exuded had a trace of the primeval desolate qi.

Boom! The dark moon above the sky is still there, but I don't know when it rolls away the thick dark clouds like a canopy, and the black lightning flashes away in the dark clouds like a thunder dragon, but the loud sound it stirs out resounded in this world, revealing the unrivaled majesty and general trend of heaven and earth.

At this moment, with the thunder flashing in the sky, in the midst of a huge roar, the barren mountains suddenly trembled. Like lightning, a figure appeared, and I saw Liu Boqin, dressed in black armor, standing in mid-air, and the qi that was constantly gushing out of his body was as violent as thunder, and it also had supreme coercion.

The mountain standing below him made a soft clicking sound, emitting a trace of moaning that could not bear the supreme one, and there was already a trace of drive to collapse, and the cracks of the Dao Dao were as thick as hair, which had torn apart the mountains of hundreds of zhang in size, and as long as a little force might be able to destroy the barren mountains at this time.

"Anyway, it's the first place I've landed in this netherworld, and it's a little unbeautiful to let him collapse like this. Liu Boqin's eyes were full of plain gaze, and when he heard the moaning of the mountains below him, his eyes suddenly swept and he muttered to himself.

The voice fluttered gently like a breeze, but it was particularly clear in the roar of thunder in the sky. As the words echoed, I saw Liu Boqin's broad palm stretching out from his sleeve, his palm facing the barren mountains under him, his five fingers slightly bent, and he gently shook it.

Suddenly, the clouds of heaven and earth within a radius of hundreds of zhang around Liu Boqin suddenly surged, and a palm that was bigger than a mountain poked out of the surging clouds, gently holding it on top of the cracked mountain, and suddenly at a speed visible to the naked eye, the cracks like spider webs disappeared into the house.

At the same time, the giant palm, which was even greater than the mountains, slowly dissipated, turning into the most basic vitality between heaven and earth, existing in heaven and earth. The mountain seemed to have been tempered and became unusually stable.

It's just that there are five huge finger prints left in it, and the clear fingerprints outline the Tao and the reason, maybe there will be a wandering remnant soul here in the future, looking at the five finger marks, it is also possible to realize the supernatural powers.

Liu Boqin, who withdrew his palm, his eyes were full of flatness, his eyes swept the spreading clouds in the sky, and saw a series of pitch-black arcs flashing, he didn't feel the heat of the thunder, but a cold that went straight into the soul, but in that grand voice, it was still full of the majesty of this netherworld.

"Sure enough, it is the Netherworld, which is already different from the four continents, if the thunder here is also like the four continents, I am afraid that those soul cards have been crushed by this grand thunder and turned into soul particles, and there is still a chance to be reincarnated and reborn. There was a hint of clarity in his heart, and Liu Boqin muttered to himself.

In a few hours, with a soft sound, drops of rain fell, and the pitch-black raindrops fell from the sky, glowing with black brilliance, hitting the rocks, hideous trees, and soil, and suddenly there were clear marks.

It's just that Liu Boqin, who was standing in the raindrops, was not affected in the slightest, as long as the pitch-black raindrops approached a distance of one zhang around Liu Boqin, there would be an invisible force that made it change direction, and there was no trace of moisture contaminating Liu Boqin's body.

"Is it corrosive?" Liu Boqin's mouth let out a soft groan, this drop of pitch-black raindrops has the power to corrode rocks, trees, and soil, but it has no effect on the invisible power emanating from Liu Boqin's body, and can only return in vain.

But this corrosive force is still fatal to ordinary people, the cold breath and corrosive qi, as long as mortals stick to it, it is like a poison that seals the throat with blood, if it is not treated, then there is only the way to return to Huangquan.

Stepping into this huge netherworld, if you don't feel the breath of the netherworld and see what advantages this netherworld has, this is obviously a disappointment to the opportunity to step into the netherworld, at this time, Liu Boqin did not immediately look for the idea of returning to the yang world, but to see what this netherworld looks like.

Liu Boqin thought slightly, and suddenly the Dao bell in the sea of knowledge shook slightly, and let out a soft groan, the memory that originally belonged to the bull head appeared in Liu Boqin's mind like a clear picture at this time, at this time he was like a great man standing outside the long river of fate, watching the fate of the bull head flow.

There is a way, but the bridge is a road, and right and wrong do not cross the Lechuan River. There is no right or wrong in front of the Sansheng Stone, and Meng Po will be on the side of the Wangxiang platform. This is the path of the Yellow Springs, when the living beings end their lives, they will embark on the Yellow Springs Road, perhaps a new beginning, or the end of life.

In this huge netherworld, the Yellow Spring runs through the Netherworld, and the Yellow Spring under the bridge is only a tributary of the Yellow Spring.

Searching for the memory of the bull head, Liu Boqin stepped out step by step in the rain, seemingly slowly, but his figure flashed like lightning, the speed was already extremely fast, and it disappeared in the blink of an eye. Only the desolate mountain behind him still stood there, and the clear fingerprints and fingerprints illustrated the signs of Liu Boqin's existence, and there was also a hint of the interweaving of martial arts and reason.

Time is passing, and Liu Boqin doesn't know how long he has gone, but he is no longer barren in front of him, and the hideous trees exude a different kind of vitality. On the way, he also saw a few chirping crows, and the terrible sound had a dementorship, but it had no effect on Liu Boqin in the slightest, but the sound of the chirping still made him feel unusually harsh.

Boom! A huge sound came from a distance, and there was a trace of moisture in the air, all of which indicated that Huangquan was already not far away, as for what kind of scene it was, it was still unfamiliar to Liu Boqin at this moment, but there was a hint of joy in his eyes.