"Let me go ......"

"Crossing the River ......"

"Kill Her ......"

One after another shouts could not be stopped, ethereal and uncertain. Listening carefully, the sound of the waves was of different heights and thicknesses, men, women and children, stacked in the ears, there were thousands of people shouting, but the tone was cold, and they could not feel any due emotion.

Ji Ruochen was in a daze, completely unaware of the meaning of these shouts, until a strong blow from behind, pushing and shoving him involuntarily rushed forward, and hit the person in front of him, his consciousness sank up slightly. Ji Ruochen opened his eyes, and his first sight was only the vast black mist, which seemed to be a physical Dao fog that was curving and changing, and there were many shadows, and he couldn't distinguish what was behind the fog at all.

There was another strong collision from behind, Ji Ruochen was furious, turned his head to look, and saw a middle-aged man's face hidden in the mist, and his facial features were a little blurred. The man's eyes were glazed, he looked straight ahead, and said, "Cross the river...... Crossing the river ......"

Before Ji Ruochen could get angry, he was shocked to find that except for the man's face that was clearer, his entire torso seemed to be composed of translucent black mist, which was blurred. The man's face couldn't help but float closer, and another invisible force came, causing Ji Ruochen to retreat, and crashed into many people one after another.

It felt like being in a crowded crowd! Ji Ruochen was taken aback, and looked left and right, only to find that there were pedestrians around him with only their faces and blurred bodies! Everyone was stunned, staring straight in one direction, and walked in a circle.

Ji Ruochen looked ahead, except for the endless vast fog and shadows, there was nothing else. The sound of waves could be heard in the distance in the mist, and it seemed that there was indeed a great river in front of it. When he looked back, he couldn't help but gasp, only to see that there was also a surge of people behind him, and the line stretched endlessly, sinking into the endless black mist. Not to mention thousands!

Startled, Ji Ruochen immediately sobered up a lot, remembered all kinds of things that happened between Yun Wuhua and Su Su, and then looked at the front and back, he suddenly found that these were not people, but thousands of dead souls!

What about himself? A pinprick shiver spread all over his body, Ji Ruochen looked down at himself in shock, and saw that he had all four limbs, and he still had the color of his clothes before his death, which was very different from the souls around him, so he was a little calm. However, he immediately wondered again, what was this, was he already dead?

Once he realized that there were dead souls all around, Ji Ruochen immediately understood the meaning of the many shouts he had heard before. For the Yellow Spring of the Underworld, there are many records in the Taoist classics. When these dead souls talk about crossing the river, they must cross weak water. Legend has it that the weak water does not carry the pieces, and all the things with the yang body sink when they enter the water, and thousands of dead souls can only be crossed by ferrymen.

However, Ji Ruochen's doubts are still unsolved, what does the shout of 'kill her' mean, isn't this already the underworld, can the dead die again?

It didn't take long for a large river to emerge from the black mist. However, at this time, the dead souls in front suddenly stopped moving forward, and the dead souls in the rear continued to rush forward, and the originally orderly team suddenly became messy. Ji Ruochen didn't know what was going on, and he couldn't see the front of him. He looked to the left and right, and his body moved, squeezing to the left. It didn't matter if he moved, the dead souls around him who only knew how to move forward suddenly turned their heads and stared at Ji Ruochen, and all the voices in their mouths were: "Where do you want to go?!Where do you want to go!?"

Hundreds of dead souls shouted in unison, which immediately startled Ji Ruochen. However, he suddenly thought that he was dead, what should he be afraid of?

With this in mind, Ji Ruochen squeezed to the left again. As soon as he moved, in the torso of the middle-aged man behind him in the black mist, he suddenly stretched out a pair of faint arms, strangled Ji Ruochen's throat, and shouted, "Don't go......"

Immediately, there were dozens of dead souls around and said: "Leave him ......", "Don't let him go......" "He should ...... with us"

Ji Ruochen turned his head to look at the middle-aged man, and suddenly shouted: "Give me peace of mind to die!" Before the shout fell, he had already punched into the face of the dead soul with a lightning bolt. This punch was like crashing into a cloud of cold water, the chill on the skin was piercing, the landing point of the fist was flexible, and there was a faint rebound power, which felt indescribably weird. The middle-aged man's face was extremely distorted, and finally there was an expression, as if it was fear, and it seemed to be painful. Ji Ruochen's mind moved slightly, and he tried to use the Three Clear Heart Method, and a layer of light green flames immediately appeared on his fist, which suddenly burned in the body of the dead soul who refused to let him go!

Ji Ruochen's fist had been withdrawn, but the faint flames were still burning in the dead soul's body, and the flames were getting more and more intense, and in the blink of an eye, they spread all over his entire tangible and intangible body, outlining a delicate fire man.

Yes!!

The screams of the dead souls in agony did not reverberate in this vast underworld, where there were no stars in the sky, and there was no distinction between east and west, north and south. The dead souls retreated, fearing that they would be contaminated with a little of the flames that were spitting out of his right fist. Ji Ruochen did not hesitate, and rushed directly to the left of the team.

As soon as he moved like this, the dead souls who were originally afraid of it clamored again, shouting to hold Ji Ruochen, and the voices of tens of millions of people rose and fell one after another at the beginning, stretching endlessly, and gradually like a trickle of water converging into a turbulent river, the waves were fierce, and the waves impacted Ji Ruochen's divine consciousness wave after wave, so that he would not escape from the underworld alone, and he would fall into hell forever with everyone.

has decided to give it a go, and Ji Ruochen's pride that has been suppressed in his chest for many years finally broke out. He put all his worries aside, accelerated with his feet, swung his right fist, and suddenly rushed out of a hundred zhang away, killing a fire path among countless dead souls!

It's strange to say, as soon as he was killed, Ji Ruochen only felt that he had rushed out of an invisible cage, and his mind was a lot clearer. He looked back and saw a large clearing in the ranks of the dead souls, among which were hundreds of dead souls wailing in the flames. Countless dead souls were looking at him, shouting for him to return to the ranks of the dead. But these dead souls all stood in front of an invisible line, and despite the crowd of people pushing each other, none of them dared to cross the thunder pool.

Ji Ruochen discerned the direction, turned around and ran towards the big river. If the river is really a weak water in the Taoist scriptures, then he is really dead.

In this underworld dungeon, Ji Ruochen's actions were unaffected, far from the clumsy wooden spirit of those dead souls. As soon as he exerted his strength, miles passed in a flash, and in a moment he was standing on the riverbank.

Sure enough, it's weak water!

At a glance, when you see the vast smoke and smoke, you can't see where the other side is. Above the river was vast darkness, with no sky, no sun or moon.

It is also strange to say that in the distance, you can hear the sound of the waves, and see the state of the waves on the bank, at this time, standing on the bank of the river, there is no sound of water under your feet. Ji Ruochen gasped, silently, without a trace, without a trace, without a piece of material, it was really weak water.

The pale gray river water in the dark bank of the river was lifeless, the rippling waves were extremely turbulent, and the shadows under the water were towering, I don't know how many unjust souls were drowned in it, stretching out their arms and fists, making howls and wailing, but Ji Ruochen couldn't hear the slightest sound.

Ji Ruochen couldn't figure out his condition, although he was already in the underworld, he was obviously very different from ordinary dead souls. In this black, white and gray underworld, he has a color.

Ji Ruochen looked back at the place he came from, and from this direction, his line of sight was not disturbed by the overwhelming black fog, about hundreds of zhang away, the long dragon of dead souls with a width of hundreds of zhang was still pushing each other, shouting, and barely allowed an inch.

Now he could see the reason why the dead soul had stopped in front of him. I saw a light boat on the river, which had already been three feet from the shore, and was circling on the turbulent water. Seeing that light boat is as small as a grasshopper, it can only hold four or five dead souls, and I really don't know how many dead souls will have to cross it.

There was a woman standing faintly on the light boat, not like the legendary ferryman, but fighting fiercely with the dead souls who couldn't stop swarming and trying to board the boat. A black aura in her hand was like a giant sword, and with each swing of the sword, it would slash several dead souls into the river. However, there are too many dead souls, and even if she is like a wave, she can't kill all the souls who want to board the ship!

That Ye Qingzhou was only hovering three feet offshore, and I don't know if she didn't want to drive the boat, or if she didn't know how to operate the boat at all. There seems to be an invisible boundary at the three zhang of weak water, and the dead soul can tread the water within three zhang, and once it passes three zhang, it will immediately be swallowed by the weak water of the waves, and the water will never be seen again.

When he saw that woman, Ji Ruochen was taken aback! She is also colorful. Looking at the sword dancing style, it is very familiar, and it is vaguely Yun Wuhua.

While he looked at the woman, she seemed to feel something, and at the same time looked back, sure enough, it was Yun Wuhua! Ji Ruochen still remembered all kinds of things in his life, although he was in the underworld at this moment, he didn't know whether she was an enemy or a friend. Just when he hesitated, Yun Wuhua suddenly jumped up from the boat, and with a clear sound, a black gas struck Ji Ruochen in the air with a wave of his hand!

This half-moon-shaped black qi did not come very quickly, and its power was not strong, but Ji Ruochen still remembered how powerful she was in the earthly world, but she was afraid that there was another mystery in this black qi, so she jumped to the side and gently and skillfully let this black qi pass. When the black qi passed by, Ji Ruochen knew that his spiritual sense was still extremely keen, and the black qi was weak and weak, so he really couldn't talk about any power. It's more than enough to deal with those dead souls, but it's useless to deal with him.

Ji Ruochen's heart was settled, and he looked at the bank of the weak water river again. Yun Wuhua fell into a bitter battle with thousands of dead souls again, and this time he no longer had time to distract himself, and he didn't even have the ability to look here. The dead souls gathered more and more, and even several dead souls jumped over their companions and pounced on Yun Wuhua! Rao is Yun Wuhua's heart is like steel, and he is also greatly affected in this underworld, and he can't help but scream, and the black sword in his hand slashes indiscriminately, before all the dead souls on the boat are cut into the water.

Ji Ruochen looked at the weak water, then looked at the dead souls of the light boat, and then compared it with the Taoist classics, he already understood that Yun Wuhua could not step on the weak water like those dead souls, and his ability to move in the underworld was limited, it seemed that he could jump a few feet at most, and there were dense dead souls within a hundred zhang in front of her, how could she have a place to land?

He watched the battle for a while, and knew that with Yun Wuhua's current combat strength, if he attacked with the dead soul, he could completely force her into weak water, or burn her soul body with three halal flames on his fist, and never suffer in the future. This idea is really tempting, but Ji Ruochen thought about it for a while, shook his head, and now is not the time for extraneous branches. It's good to be able to destroy the enemy, but it's the most important thing to return to the earthly world.

Ji Ruochen immediately turned around and walked along the weak water, leaving Yun Wuhua behind him in the battle to the death.

The weak water is choppy, and the dead souls are billions, and it is by no means a light boat that can be crossed, and there must be other ferrymen on this weak water.

Sure enough, Ji Ruochen felt that he had a moment of effort, and saw a light boat suddenly appear on the empty river, drifting across the rapids. The boatman is the ferryman mentioned in the Taoist canon. When the ferryman saw Ji Ruochen, the bow of the boat was deflected, and he was already coming this way, and stopped at the shore in a blink of an eye. Ji Ruochen looked around, the four fields were dark and empty, and no dead souls appeared, so he couldn't help but wonder why there were countless dead souls gathered on Yun Wuhua's side?

But at this moment, Ji Ruochen was not allowed to think about it, his body moved, and he had already gotten on the ferry. The ferryman stared at Ji Ruochen's back, not moving for a long time, but his dead hands holding the boat couldn't help trembling slightly. Ji Ruochen was suspicious, and also looked back, but saw that there was an empty area behind him, and only a faint black gas swirling together marked the route of his offshore boarding. But this weak water is full of thick and faint mist, and he can't use the Dao method of breaking the wind and crossing the air in an instant in the underworld, and it is normal to disturb the fog when jumping, why is this ferryman so surprised?

The ferryman suddenly smiled dryly and said, "Although we are all here, those who can board the boat are destined." Childe sit down, and we'll cross the river. ”

The light boat deftly turned around and headed for the other side of the vast weak water. This time he borrowed a boat to cross the river, Ji Ruochen knew that the weak water was boundless! In the blink of an eye, the boat had been traveling on the weak water for several hours, but he still couldn't see the other side, and when he looked around, all he saw was the turbulent river, and even the underwater souls that Ji Ruochen had seen before were completely gone.

The ferryman suddenly stopped the boat and said to Ji Ruochen: "There will be strong winds and waves further forward, it is very dangerous, I don't know if Gongzi has enough money to cross the river? If there is no ferry money, please get off the boat here." ”

Ji Ruochen was stunned, he had never heard of the weak water and the capital to cross the river, and his soul body was basically tangible and incorporeal, where did he get the capital to cross the river? Ji Ruochen's face did not move, and his heart was already murderous. At that moment, he clenched his fists, saluted the ferryman, and said, "I am a vain death, and I really have no long body." I don't know what the eldest brother needs to cross the river, if I have it, I don't dare to spare. ”

The ferryman's face under the hat was blurred, and he couldn't see his facial features at all, only two points of blue fire shone brightly, which seemed to be eyes. He looked at Ji Ruochen, and suddenly smiled again: "This money for crossing the river can't be paid by ordinary people, but Gongzi is not an ordinary person." As long as the next time we meet, Childe promises to do me a small favor, and I will send Childe over this weak water. As for what exactly I will help, when I meet again, I will say that I will know with my son. ”

Ji Ruochen secretly asked for this, doesn't it mean that this time he can cross the river in vain? He immediately agreed.

The ferryman rocked the oar again, and the light boat continued on. Sure enough, as he said, as he walked, the wind and waves of the weak water gradually increased.

The ferryman said while manipulating the boat: "Seeing that Gongzi is the first to enter the underworld, since you have already paid for crossing the river, I will say a few more words to you." If the son wants to cross this weak water, he must be going to the underworld. But Childe is different from others, and he still retains his yang energy and soul. Therefore, those ghosts and ghosts in the underworld can't order the son, but the son can act according to his own will. But since you have yang energy, this capital city is actually impossible to go, so you can do it yourself. Childe, sit tight, it's a wave!"

At this time, the waves on the weak water are getting bigger and bigger, and there will be huge waves more than one zhang high from time to time, and the light boat is like a willow leaf, constantly rising and falling between the crests and valleys of the waves.

The wind and waves were stronger, and the light boat sometimes stood on the crest of the waves, and sometimes fell heavily into the trough of the waves.

At this time, the waves on the weak water are getting bigger and bigger, and there will be huge waves more than one zhang high from time to time, and the light boat is like a willow leaf, constantly rising and falling between the crests and valleys of the waves.

Ji Ruochen grew up in the north since he was a child, how could he ever see such a big wind and waves? Another huge wave passed by, splashing him all over his head. Ji Ruochen raised his sleeves to cover it, and suddenly met two eyeballs, no eye sockets, a few meridians floating in the air, less black eyes, more whites, full of bloodshots, staring at him. Ji Ruochen suddenly felt a vicious chill frantically invade his heart, and he was shocked to silently use Xuan Gong to contain the churning between his chest and abdomen that almost wanted to vomit out his heart.

In this rough wave, there are many things hidden in the sea. Ji Ruochen stayed attentive, and looked intently when the next huge wave came, only to find that there were many dead souls hidden in the waves, the dead fish-like eyes stared at him deadly, and a pair of hands stretched out to him. The mouth of the dead soul couldn't help opening and closing, although Ji Ruochen couldn't hear what they were shouting at all, but the cold chill that kept invading his upper body knew that it must be a vicious word that cursed him into the water!

The wind and waves are even greater, the light boat sometimes stands on the tip of the waves, sometimes falls heavily into the valley of the waves, and every time it passes through the middle of the huge waves, looking at the huge waves that are more than dozens of feet high, Ji Ruochen can't help but feel dizzy, his hands tightly grasp the side of the boat, and he doesn't dare to move a little. Being in the middle of weak water, not to mention that he can't fly at the moment, even if he can fly, how dare he fly around?!

Ji Ruochen's face turned pale and he wanted to vomit, this time it was not because of the ghost in the water, but because he couldn't stand such a bump, but he really didn't know what a soul body could vomit.

Finally, when the wind and waves stopped, and when the boat was again on the calm and waveless weak water, Ji Ruochen was almost about to collapse, and he really felt like a world away. Only then did he understand why many of the Northern Metro men he had seen back then were as pale as dirt when they talked about going to sea and taking a boat.

The boat broke the waves and went straight, like gliding on a mirror, and in a blink of an eye it had reached the other side.

Ji Ruochen's feet are down-to-earth, and his intuition is like being amnestied by the emperor, Rao is like this, and he has to stand still for a while to get rid of the dizziness. He looked back and saw that the ferryman had lifted the boat away from the riverbank, and said to him from afar, "I will wait here for my son to return." ”

Ji Ruochen looked ahead, and there was already a magnificent city looming in the sky, standing straight to the sky, extending left and right, and there was no end to it! When he looked back again, there was no end in sight of the vast and weak water. He stood between the city and the river, but he was as small as an ant.

Ji Ruochen stared at the giant city that he had never seen in the world, and knew that it was most likely the capital of the underworld. He took a deep breath and said resolutely, "I will definitely come back." ”

As soon as he took the placket, he exerted his strength under his feet, like a light smoke, and his figure was far away, leaving only a pale black afterimage behind him. These afterimages are lifelike, either striding or leaping into the air, and although they are condensed by mist, they do not disperse in the wind.

When the ferryman saw these afterimages, his dead hands trembled again, and he slowly bowed down on the boat.