After the successful cultivation of the "Blood God True Scripture", the whole person will turn into a blood god son, and the blood god son is just a blood phantom, although the mana is strong, but even the body has turned into a phantom, so can that thing in the crotch remain?

Of course, then Yang Lin can also use the Blood God Son to snatch away and control other people's bodies to push down the sister. But with An Yi's understanding of him or himself, An Yi believes that Yang Lin will never do that.

As a very possessive person, if you make someone else's body on your favorite sister paper...... It feels like it's so fucked up that I can't fuck it anymore!

And precisely, Yang Lin is a very possessive baby.

If he shares a sister paper with the deity, maybe he can count it, but if it is someone else, even if it is a dead person who has been slaughtered by him, he can't!

Well...... Widows are counted separately.

Although it is very evil, this is the truest portrayal of Yang Lin!

An Yi knew Yang Lin's character very well, and knew that he would definitely not be able to resist the temptation of the exercises of the "Blood God Sutra", and even knew that he would not use other people's bodies to push down the girl he fancied when he was killed, so after throwing the exercises to Yang Lin, he walked straight out of the study.

The sun is shining outside, the birds are singing and the flowers are fragrant, and the heart of spring is infinite...... Belch...... Ahem!

An Yi walked outside the house, looked at the southern sky, where a few idle clouds were floating leisurely, he smiled slightly, his eyes turned, and he raised his feet and walked outside.

I saw his figure flash, and when he reappeared, he was thousands of feet away.

This is not a spell to shrink the ground into inches, it is just his use of space.

Wandering in the gaps of space, the degree of comfort is very fast. It didn't take a while. I have come to a mountain.

The upper layers of the mountain are dyed. The mountains were clear, and he slowed down, stepping on the grass step by step, and climbed the mountain.

Halfway up the mountain, there is a dark hole.

Before reaching the entrance of the cave, he entered the long tunnel and walked towards the depths of the cave.

All the way through. Gradually sloping downward, the tunnel gradually expanded. An Yi walked to the innermost part of the tunnel. At this time, the surroundings were already empty, and only a cloud of yin qi was churning at the very bottom. An Yi watched quietly, with a faint smile on the corner of his mouth.

He stretched out his hand and pointed at the yin qi, and the magic power of the laws of space in his body operated extremely well, communicating with the space of the present world, and igniting the yin qi.

"Bang!"

The yin qi exploded, blowing up countless dust on the flat ground. The corners of the clothes are flying, but the wind is behind. But there was not a trace of mess.

In front of him, where the original yin qi was, a deep black hole appeared. The breath inside is inexplicable, leading to another mysterious space - the Netherworld!

"It's time to improve and take a look!" An Yi smiled lightly and threw himself in, and as his figure disappeared, the passage to the underworld began to close faintly.

Time and space transformation, the underworld is yin.

An Yi looked up at the gray sky, and thought to himself: "The closure of this underworld has always been a mystery, and I don't know what has changed. And Zhong Siyu's kid hasn't gone out since he came in, and he doesn't know if he's alive or not. However, seven or eight years have passed by this time, and it is unlikely that he will be alive. But now that he has the ability, he shouldn't continue to keep it mysterious!" After thinking about it, he looked at the environment around him again.

At this time, he was standing on a road, on both sides of the road was overgrown with weeds, and an unknown forest grew on each side, and on this road, there were many expressionless "pedestrians", who were unconscious, "floating" towards the end of the road.

An Yi knew that these were newly dead spirits. The road they are on now is called Huangquan Road, and at the end of the direction they are going, there is a bridge of Naihe.

Under the bridge is the water of the Lethe River, in front of the bridge is the flower on the other side, and behind the bridge is the Wangxiang Terrace.

The newly deceased ghost will take one last look at his hometown on the lookout platform, and after that, he will go to the Sansheng Stone to illuminate his past and present lives, and then go to the capital city to settle down, waiting for the next reincarnation.

However, this is all before the change of the underworld.

Since the underworld was taken over by the Heavenly Dao, there are no ghosts in the underworld, and the newly dead ghosts have no one to escort, and they have lost their consciousness before death. Therefore, before they passed by Wangxiangtai and Sansheng Stone, they did not stop at all, and continued to float forward.

An Yi saw it in the back and couldn't help but sigh slightly.

The flowers on the other side bloom on the other side, but there is nothing to do in front of the bridge.

Wangxiang is under the stage of forgetting the river, and the Sansheng stone sells Meng Po.

Now the scene of Yiqiē is still there, but Meng Po is gone.

When people are reincarnated, they no longer need to drink a bowl of Meng Po soup, but even in the underworld, they can't keep a trace of memories.

The memories are beautiful, but the reality is so cruel.

Now, is it also a kind of alternative "floating life is like a dream, and the white horse passes through the gap and the wind song"?

A wisp of yin wind, blowing in the face, will blow comfort from contemplation.

He looked down at the bright red flowers on the other side of his feet, and saw that there was not a single green leaf on it, and said in his heart: It is really a flower that blooms and falls......

Shaking his head to shake off these superfluous thoughts, he raised his head, looked into the distance, and continued to follow the ghost.

Passing by Wangxiangtai and Sansheng Stone, a city suddenly appeared in front, and a big sign was hung on the city gate, which read "Netherworld Mansion Ghost Gate" seven big characters. Comfortably entering the city, walking along the streets, the houses on all sides, except for all gray, are no different from the ancient times of the real world.

Walk for a few miles, see a Senluo Palace, solemn sù Mu, ghostly and forested, three big characters in the book Yama Palace, the pen walks the dragon and snake, breathtaking!

Originally, this Yama hall should have "violently swinged the bull's head on the left, and the Roman side on the lower right." Pick up the dead and send the ghost to the gold medal, and lead the soul to the soul to practice. "What black and white impermanence, yin and yang judges, etc., should also be in the queue, standing on the left and right of this hall. But now, when An Yi walked into the main hall, it was very deserted.

Empty, slim, only in the center of the huge throne, sat a figure dressed in a gown and embroidered with the sun, moon, stars, mountains, dragons, Chinese insects, Zongyi, algae, fire, powder, black, black twelve crests as the figure, two eyes are looking at comfort in amazement.

How can there be people here?

An Yi was also shocked in his heart, but when he saw the face of the person in the seat, this shock was even greater!

"Why are you here!" said both of them almost simultaneously.

This figure sitting in the seat is none other than Zhong Siyu, who has been trapped here!

An Yi wondered in his heart, how could he still be alive? But at this time, Zhong Siyu had already walked quickly in front of him, and said excitedly: "An Yi, how did you get in? Is it that the road to the yang world can finally be used again?"

An Yi suppressed the doubts in his heart, asked after a while, nodded and said: "That's right, it's just that only the one north of Baiyan Mountain can be used now, and I don't know the others......"

"Great!" Zhong Siyu was overjoyed, and without waiting for An Yi to finish speaking, he laughed and said, "I can finally leave this ghost place!

An Yi looked straight at it, but he also said that it was understandable.

Anyone who has been trapped in a dark place for seven or eight years is probably not much better. This Zhong Siyu is not insane now, which is already good.

It wasn't until Zhong Siyu jumped for a while that he finally quieted down that An Yi took a step forward and asked the doubts in his heart: "What happened in this underworld? Why have you been trapped here for so long......? Why are you a ghost now!" An Yi's tone was a little incredulous.

Zhong Siyu was full of excitement, but when he heard An Yi say this, his expression instantly froze, and he got out of his excited mood. Standing there stunned, with an afterglow of excitement on his face, it seemed to be sad and joyful, and it was extremely weird.

An Yi knew that there must be a story in it, and quietly waited for Zhong Siyu to mediate his mood, while beginning to observe the hall.

This hall is basically as tall as the hall of the Shura clan in the Jigong world, and the inside is just like the hall of the secular emperor in the previous dynasty, brilliant and magnificent, but the lack of the civil and military officials below makes it seem to lack a trace of solemn smell.

At this time, An Yi and the two were standing in the center of the main hall, and there was a huge pillar on each side, on which countless hideous ghosts were carved, which was the scene of torture in the eighteenth layer of hell, which made people look like they couldn't help but feel cold.

An Yi didn't have any other feelings about this, but he felt that it was not easy for Zhong Siyu to stay in such a place for seven or eight years, and I don't know if he stayed here all the time, or went out from time to time.

Thinking of this, An Yi once again set his eyes on Zhong Siyu's body, only to see that he had already recovered a little at this time, and a pair of eyes finally appeared again.

But the light was slightly dimmed, and there was a hint of decadence in the grief. He first glanced at the throne behind him, then turned his head and said to An Yi: "This matter is a long story, let's sit down and talk about it." ”

An Yi nodded, and the two sat down on the floor, facing each other. Zhong Siyu lowered his head and pondered for a while, with a trace of memory in his eyes, and said in a low voice: "Since the last time we said goodbye, we haven't seen each other for a long time, right?" After speaking, he didn't wait for a comfortable answer, so he took care of himself and continued: "Remember, the last time we were out of the underworld. At that time, I had just worshipped Yan Jun as my teacher, and after I separated from you, I returned to Maoshan to meet my master Li Jingyang Zhenren and told him what happened to us here. After that, I stayed in the closest place to the passage of the underworld, waiting for Yan Jun to come and teach me the cultivation exercises. Later, I simply moved in. But I didn't think about it......" The corners of Zhong Siyu's mouth showed a touch of bitterness, and he couldn't help but pause.

An Yi's heart moved, and he said secretly: It's finally time to get to the point!

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