"This netherworld operates independently, we can't get out, we don't want to be completely killed, and we don't want to be devoured, so we can only join this fake Yama. ”

The goatee old ghost trembled and crawled to the ground, constantly wailing.

"Garo!"

In contrast, Qing Yang Huan's eyes fell on the impostor Yama King who was sealed between the dimensions, and until this moment he did not feel the slightest Jialuo aura from his body, but the rich yin qi continued to overflow, rolling like a river.

The third is the existence of a shocking ancient and modern, the third world is talking about the past, the present life, the next life, the legend of the third Jialuo lived in the era of the three divisions, familiar with the ancient and modern, and the future.

There are even rumors that the third deity of the Gara clan is the holy deity who is in charge of the Gara kingdom, but this rumor has never been confirmed, and no one has confirmed it.

Knowing the past and the present, this is a terrifying supernatural power, if there is a mind of the third king of Gara in the fake Yama of this sealed town, then today's scene is probably already in its calculations.

Afraid!

"I am the Ten Palaces Yama, and you deserve the punishment of the Eighteen Hells!"

For himself being sealed, the fake Yama is still wrapped in the yin qi of the sky, constantly roaring, and there is no abnormality that has been exposed.

"What the old ghost said is true, and if there is a lie, he will surely suffer the punishment of eighteen hells. ”

"Where is King Yama?"

Qingyang Huan completely sealed the sealed fake Yama, and without the leader, the many lonely souls and wild ghosts that had surrounded both sides of this mountain range before, except for the ones who had been affected before, there were still dozens of figures left.

At this moment, these yin ghosts, who were still majestic before, seemed to have lost their souls, and they were prostrate on the ground in Qingyanghuan's eyes.

For example, the black and white fake impermanence who came with Qingyang Huan shrank on the ground and trembled, and their original black and white impermanence also disappeared, turning into two lean ghosts, and respectfully presenting the black and white impermanence broken magic weapon in their hands.

For example, pretending to be the king of Yama, it is precisely because he has obtained a weapon of black and white impermanence that he can evolve the image of black and white impermanence.

"My lord, the little ghost really doesn't know where Lord Yama is, otherwise how could he be coerced under a fake Yama. ”

"My lord spares my life, I really don't know!"

"I don't know. ”

......

Dozens of ghosts crawled around, crying bitterly one by one, almost hugging Qingyanghuan's thighs.

"That's it!"

In an instant, the ghosts were shocked, and their heads were almost buried in the cracked earth, as lonely souls they had been floating for too long, since they succumbed to the false Yama, they had long since lost their backbone, and only thought that they could live in this state.

"Where was the Yama crown found?"

After a pause, Qingyang Huan's eyes shone on the lonely soul and wild ghost at his feet, and his voice exploded like thunder.

"I know, it's under the Nai He Bridge. ”

At this moment, without waiting for the goatee old ghost to speak, the one who was dressed as black impermanence before preemptively spoke.

What a bridge!

At this time, Qingyang Huan remembered the fake Meng Po, but found that she had long since disappeared.

"Mrs. Meng has long since escaped back to her lair. ”

"Where's the bridge?"

grabbed a wild ghost casually, Qingyanghuan wrapped it and disappeared in the thick yin qi, looking at the direction of Qingyanghuan's disappearance, the lonely souls and wild ghosts that were left by luck were like paralyzed with fright, looking at each other and looking at each other.

"Judge, what are we going to do next, my lord?"

A wild ghost looked at the old ghost with a goatee and asked.

"It's not good to pretend to be an official. ”

As soon as the old goat ghost spoke, his triangular beard curled up and his eyes flashed with an inexplicable divine light.

"Nu Efforts may really be able to become a Yin Si official, everyone depends on their own opportunities. ”

As the words fell, the goat old ghost grabbed the broken brush in his hand, and his whole body floated into a thick yin mist, which was the direction that Qingyang Huan had left before.

Being able to be a judge under the command of the fake Yama, even if it is in name only, is enough to show that the old ghost has some thoughts in his heart.

In addition to their respective strengths, the more important reason for being able to pretend to be the masters of the Yin Division was that every wild ghost who pretended to be the Yin Division had a broken Yin Division Ancient Weapon in their hands.

For example, the soul hook rope in the hands of black and white impermanence, although it is a broken iron chain, it is engraved with some marks that belong to the real black and white impermanence, so that they can be conjured into their appearance.

......

After tearing through the thick fog, Qingyang Huan's eyes saw a meandering murky river, with all kinds of white bones floating on the surface of the river, as well as carrion corpses, and even struggling lonely souls and wild ghosts.

The mist on the river is drifting, the wind is coming, and the ghosts are constantly dancing, and in addition, on both sides of the Huangquan River, the red flowers on the other side are shaking.

In the flower on the other side, a path winds, and the conjuring lamp floats in mid-air, trembling and flickering, followed by a long ghost, whose gaze is dull and follows the conjuring bell.

Puff puff!

As I walked, the red flower bones on both sides of the path suddenly opened and swallowed one of them from between the ghosts, and the blood on the petals became even more gorgeous for a while.

There are also ghosts who have escaped the guidance of the conjuring lamp, and want to break through from the flowers on the other side and cross the Huangquan River, and they will be directly attacked by many flowers on the other side, even if they are lucky enough to pass the attack of the flowers on the other side, there are still hideous beast shadows looming under the water of the Huangquan River.

"Legend has it that some souls who have fallen into the underworld are unwilling to drink Meng Po soup and forget the past, so they want to cross the Huangquan River halfway, so that they don't need to cross the Nai He Bridge. ”

Gui Buxian looked at a wild ghost who rushed through the flowers on the other side, and as soon as he entered the water of the Huangquan River, he was swallowed by a monster with a back-born fish fin, dozens of zhang long, with fine black scales all over the body, smooth and shiny, with four legs under the abdomen, four toes under the feet, and a dark red horn on the forehead.

"I didn't expect that the underworld was shattered, and the water ghosts in the water of the Huangquan River still existed. ”

Gu Buxian saw the ghosts in the water of the Huangquan River and muttered to himself.

"Legend has it that these guys are all incarnated by powerful ghosts, and they have sins in their lives, so they are not reincarnated, and they are punished into the Yellow Spring Water as beasts to prevent those who want to sneak across the Yellow Spring Water. ”

Qing Yanghuan's eyes swept over these water ghosts and then retracted, his eyes looked towards the distance of the Yellow Spring River, a hazy stone bridge spanning both sides of the Yellow Spring.

The water of the Huangquan River flowed out from the endless depths, and it was impossible to see where it was going, and Qing Yanghuan felt that once his spiritual will entered the thick mist in the distance, it was like a mud cow entering the sea, and there was no movement.

"But the bridge is really broken. ”

Suddenly, Qing Yanghuan's eyes froze, his expression became solemn, and he saw that the Nai He Bridge across both sides of the Yellow Spring Water had a hideous crack in the middle, and even the bridge arch stone under the bridge was cracked.

However, it has been broken, and reincarnation is not working!

I can't cross the bridge.

However, the appearance of the bridge is the same as the ordinary stone bridge in the great wilderness, without the slightest magnificent momentum, mottled stones, covered with black spots eroded by the years, one after another, thick and heavy.

"Ah Huan, look at the bridge!"

On the broken Nai He Bridge, a hazy divine light intertwined, forming a talisman to connect the Nai He Bridge, and the soul lamp led a group of lonely souls and wild ghosts, stepped on the Xiu Nai He Bridge, along the connected bridge, crossed the Nai He Bridge, and entered a dim.

The six realms of reincarnation are in his own hands, and of course Qingyang Huan understands that these lonely souls and wild ghosts who have crossed the Nai He Bridge are naturally not going to be reincarnated.

However, one by one, these lonely ghosts disappeared into the darkness, as if there was a terrifying beast there, devouring everything.

"Drink a bowl of Meng Po soup. ”

The old woman's voice sounded at this time, and I saw that she picked up the purple gold bowl in her hand and walked towards the lonely soul and wild ghost who crossed the bridge.

I don't know if it's my own delusion, Qingyang Huan felt that this fake Meng Po seemed to be afraid of approaching the rune that connected the broken bridge.

"There are quirks. ”

"Young man, this is the Yin Division, you shouldn't come here, there are rules that are unique to the Yin Division, let's leave. ”

At this time, Meng Po, who was standing at the head of the bridge, raised her eyes and looked at Qingyang Huan again, but this time she didn't let him drink Meng Po soup.

"Who the hell are you!"

"The old body is a wild ghost!"

Meng Po's eyes were as red as blood, dripping down, but her hands did not stop, and she kept handing them over to the lonely souls in the past, and anyone who touched the purple gold bowl was still taken in.

"Where is the old woman, on the other side of the bridge, and where have all these lonely ghosts gone?"

Gu Buxian came out and asked innocently.

"Yin Si hates turtles and lives too long. ”

The fake Meng Po glanced at the turtle and the immortal, and then said: "Yin Si has become a fake, and Yama has also been sealed by you, where do you say these lonely souls have gone?"

What the!

In an instant, Qing Yanghuan's mind moved.

Garo!

"Have all these lonely ghosts gone to the kingdom of Garo?"

Gu Buxian also reacted, the Purdue Holy Light of the Jialuo clan is not only for flesh and blood, but also for soul bodies such as souls, and even the cultivation of Jialuo's method to an extreme, and even reshape the golden body and reincarnate from death.

Looking at each other, Gu Buxian saw a hidden worry in Qingyang Huan's eyes, and now things are big.

These lonely souls and wild ghosts wandering the heavens and the earth, no matter what the reason for their lives, fell into a soul state, and then were sucked into this independent small world, and then guided into the hands of the Gara, which is equivalent to providing a steady stream of believers for the Gara race.

Even in the legend, in order to reshape the golden body of the Arhat, the warriors of the Garo tribe directly martyred countless believers and turned them into firewood for the burning of the Garo Holy Fire.

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