Zhan Zhao didn't wait for Mo Jinglou to say anything, he took a step directly and disappeared in front of the two.

Who knows what Mozun and Nightshade will say?

Zhan Zhao still remembers that the Demon Respect Building once said that the nightshade will be taken care of by himself in the future, and now he has sent the nightshade out, it seems that this is the opposite of the idea of the Demon Zun!

Zhan Zhao's body trembled slightly, for fear that Demon Respect Lou would directly slap him to death in a fit of rage, so he disappeared as soon as possible......

In his words, this is not called flight, this is called retreat......

Zhan Zhao took a step forward and appeared directly in Chenzhou, his divine sense probed out, looked three hundred miles to the south, and then smiled slightly, and his figure disappeared again.

The land of Yellow Mountain, surrounded by clouds, is beautiful. Thousands of peaks have their own posture and have their own **.

Legend has it that a long time ago, there was a cyan bird came to the Yellow Mountain, and when he saw that the environment was excellent, he chose a mountain peak that he liked to settle down. And this mountain peak was called "Qingluan Peak" by later generations.

Zhan Zhao stood on Qingluan Peak and shook his head gently, "Ziying is not here, is he still looking for Han Lingsha's soul?"

What catches your eye is three big trees, green and dense, dry and curved branches, quite a simple beauty, faintly, one of the big trees, seems to have been built by man.

"Is this the Qingluan Peak among the Four Immortal Swords?" Zhan Zhao smiled lightly, landed on the ground, and walked on foot, looking around, walking past the trees, where there was another cave that had collapsed.

"This is Yun Tianqing's tomb!" Zhan Zhao said lightly, touched his nose, looked around, and there was nothing that could catch his eyes.

"I remember Ziying said that Lingsha's grave has also disappeared, and the room where Yun Tianhe once lived is gone, hundreds of years...... The years have changed too much. Zhan Zhao shook his head, raised his head, and looked into the distance, there was a faint sense of indescribable loneliness in his eyes, and then his figure disappeared directly.

Zhanzhao's figure reappeared, he quietly looked at the scene in front of him, not far in front of him was a tall archway, with two big characters on the book, the sky was gray, and the entire city was also covered with a heavy shadow.

I remember that Luo Tengyun and the others once said that if you want to enter the ghost realm of the underworld, you must first enter from the capital of Xu.

Zhan Zhao directly opened the eye of the sky, the golden light of the eye of the sky flickered, everything was seen clearly, behind the archway of the drunken capital, there was a phantom array, Zhan Zhao smiled, and stepped out.

After the phantom array, as far as the eye can see, this is a gray lake, and in the distance, a silvery-white light screen divides the entire river into two halves.

There is a green bamboo raft on the shore of the lake, slowly floating on the water, and a person on the raft is dressed in black, wearing a bamboo hat, standing silently on it.

Zhan Zhao didn't hesitate, he walked up directly and said, "Go to the ghost world!"

"Do you have a pass?" the ferryman raised his head, revealing the vicissitudes of a middle-aged man's face, and asked lightly.

Zhan Zhao was slightly stunned and shook his head gently, "No!"

"Then there's nothing you can do about it!" Zhan Zhao couldn't help but be stunned, and said with a wry smile, "How can I enter the ghost world, do you need that token?"

"That's nature, Your Excellency seems to be a human being, not a dead soul, to go to the ghost world, you need to have Mo ** power, and you also need to have a Yama token, otherwise, you can't pass!" the ferryman said lightly.

Zhan Zhao smiled bitterly, does it take so much trouble to enter the ghost world?

Suddenly, the ferryman's expression changed, and he suddenly knelt on one knee on the bamboo raft, his body trembled a little, "It turned out to be the true monarch, the little god knocked on the true monarch!"

Zhan Zhao was stunned, come on, another one called me Zhenjun.

However, this identity seems to be very useful now!

Zhan Zhao smiled and said, "Get up, Benjun is going to the ghost world, why don't you lead the way?"

The ferryman hurriedly stood up and nodded, "Okay, the little god will send Zhenjun to the ghost world, but the little god is a little puzzled, why didn't Zhenjun cross the sea of bitterness and enter the ghost world by himself, but instead came to take a bamboo raft?"

'Uh~~' Zhan Zhao was stunned, can he fly over this lake?

Wait, this lake is called the sea of bitterness?

The bitter sea is boundless, and the bitter sea on the shore is turned back?

the plane!

"Eh, I was in a hurry, I forgot!" Zhan Zhao hurriedly explained, and then, no longer hesitating, his figure flew up directly, standing horizontally over the bitter sea.

"It's a little weird, the space of this bitter sea is imprisoned!" Zhan Zhao stretched out his hand, sensed it for a while, and muttered, "I can't teleport." It's hateful, I can't do the art of walking through the building, otherwise, the three worlds of heaven, earth and man can just shuttle into it between thoughts. Where is there any need for such trouble?"

Zhan Zhao's divine sense slightly probed the bitter sea below, and in an instant, a trace of cold sweat appeared on his forehead, and a cold breath pierced into the sea of knowledge with his divine thoughts.

After coming back to his senses and waving his hand at the ferryman below, a wisp of purple light overflowed from Zhanzhao's body, setting him off like a god king, he directly turned into a purple meteor and flew out quickly.

Zhanzhao's speed was very fast, and vaguely, he saw three bridges on the river, which should be the famous Nai He Bridge.

Zhanzhao quickly crossed the sea of suffering, and it was dim everywhere he looked, with only some light.

Little by little, the light floated in the heavens and on the earth, everywhere, and it looked dim and eerie, like the ghost fire that is common in the graveyard. Ghosts hate light, and these ghost fires are the only bit of light that can be seen in the ghost world.

Zhan Zhao looked around him, only to see that the ground was surrounded by boundless rivers of blood, and in front of him was a huge archway that was more than ten zhang high, the eaves pierced through the air, the intrigue, and the black stone pillars supported by several people.

In the sky, there were rolling lead-gray clouds, and lightning slid from time to time, reflecting the torii archway shrouded in the same lead-gray air. The plaque hanging high in the middle of the archway flashed three big characters in the electric light - the ghost door is closed!

Layers of mist flow between the stone pillars that support the memorial arch, so that the fierce ghosts carved in relief on the memorial arch add a living ghostly atmosphere. Black rocks, black reliefs, gloomy clouds in front of the door, gloomy and gloomy wind. Eerie but majestic, dangerous but not visible**.

"Is this the place where the souls of the world return, a ghost gate separated from yin and yang?" Zhan Zhao floated in mid-air, carefully sensed it, and only felt that he was not repulsed by these lead-gray aura.

Before the ghost gate was closed, there were two garrison ghost generals, and a large group of ghosts lined up, and they were about to enter inside, Zhan Zhao glanced at it, and no longer hesitated, and walked over directly.

"Who is coming!?" The two guards shouted coldly with a steel fork in their hands, "Don't enter the ghost gate, you are full of yang energy, why do you want to break into the ghost gate?"

"Come and meet the King of Yama!" Zhan Zhao said with a light smile.

Zhan Zhao didn't worry about anything at all, because the Demon Respect Building was only the cultivation of the Taiyi Golden Immortal, and now he is also the cultivation of the Taiyi Golden Immortal, so naturally there is nothing to be afraid of.

"Knock on the true king!" said the two guards suddenly knelt down and trembled.

"It's the true monarch again...... What does this true monarch mean? Is it my previous life, or is it Zhanzhao's previous life?" Zhanzhao felt a little helpless in his heart, sighed, and muttered.

waved his hand and motioned for the two to get up, he didn't pay attention to the two anymore, and stepped directly into the ghost gate.

In the distance, a temple-like building floats in the air, looking like the eaves are painted with corners, but it is also very magnificent, but the temple is connected to the four huge pillars in the open space with iron chains on all sides, and the heads of beasts and ghosts are carved on the giant pillars, which makes people feel terrified at first sight.

"Impermanence Palace!?" Zhan Zhao looked at the three big characters on the hall and read.

"Ziying once said that the ghost world is divided into outer and inner periphery. The outer periphery is dominated by black and white impermanence and bull-headed horses, and the inner perimeter is dominated by judges and ten halls of Yama...... Is it the outer periphery of the ghost world now?" Zhan Zhao floated in mid-air, wisps of purple mist swirling around his body, looking a little out of place in this gloomy ghost world.

Many ghosts below, or ghost soldiers, saw Zhanzhao, all of them looked stunned, their bodies trembled, and they all bowed to the ground.

Two rays of light flew out of the hall of impermanence, one was extremely black, and the other was bright and white, which seemed to be a bit opposite, but it fit the meaning of yin and yang.

The light dissipated, and two people appeared in front of Zhanzhao, two of them were wearing a full set of filial piety clothes and pointed hats, one was pitch black all over his body, and the other was just the opposite, white, both of them were holding mourning sticks.

Zhan Zhao smiled faintly, but these two people were the black and white impermanence they had seen before. (To be continued.) )