The gloomy and dark hell desperate realm revealed a hideous corner to Qin Yan.

It was an incomparably poignant and tragic picture that is difficult to see in the world, densely packed with corpses, as if piled up until the end of the world. Countless vicious and terrifying faces were subjected to harsh punishments here, and the oil pot was full of flames, directly roasting the soul in the heart.

Qin Yan felt as if he had lost the shell of his body, his hands, feet and limbs gradually became lighter, the five fingers holding the sword lost their strength, and a kind of Dao law that was beyond reality was exploiting him, making him gradually unable to hold the sword in his hand.

Thousands of ghosts are annoyed and thousands of ghosts cry, and good and evil obsessions cause trouble!

At this point, both good and evil will pass by, and all souls will come to the final end to complete the consummation and equality of the Great Dao.

'Do you want to use me as a sacrifice to make up for your Dao species?' Qin Yan gritted his teeth, and suddenly recited the lengyan mantra aloud. Golden Buddha light poured out from his body, tearing a corner of hell open and turning to the next frame.

A large yellow murky river rolled out from beneath his feet. The river is mighty and continuous, yellow and blue, and there is no luster at all. The corpse qi, the dead qi, and the yin and underworld qi are so thick that they are beyond the limit, forming a miserable mist that spreads on the water surface and covers the sky.

As soon as Qin Yan appeared in this space, he felt that his limbs sank, and his body seemed to be contaminated with filthy and dead air, and he fell into the river uncontrollably.

The waves in the river were bursting, and there was a faint cry in the water waves, which was extremely gloomy. If you look closely, there are countless hideous-looking, rotten, and incomplete yellow ghosts in the waves, floating and floating in the water, forming a part of this yin and turbid qi, one by one desperately struggling and scratching, and the mouth emits an extremely sad wail, which penetrates the eardrum and makes the scalp numb.

The yellow spring is weak water, the feathers do not float, the reed flowers sink to the bottom, and the ghosts are hundreds of millions, accumulating the underworld. No matter the immortals, gods and ghosts, once they fall into the river, they will be imprisoned by the death qi, and they will become a member of those Yellow Spring Water Ghosts, suffering endless suffering, and they will never be able to live forever.

The ghosts are as strong as the sand of the Ganges, and the layers are beyond sight. Qin Yan desperately lifted his breath, his legs were in the air again and again, and he couldn't stop the momentum of falling.

After he fell for a while, there were still two zhang high from the river, and the ghosts of the Yellow Spring Water couldn't wait, and one by one they opened their mouths and spat out water arrows that were as black as ink and smelled of corpses, and there were no less than a thousand of them, shooting straight towards Qin Yan's body.

Qin Yan was horrified, if he was hit by these filthy powers, I am afraid that he would really not be able to enter reincarnation again!

He turned over, raised the long sword in his hand, and instantly swung a sharp sword net, blocking the water arrows that came one by one.

But this mortal iron in the world could not resist the corrosion of filthy and dark qi, and in just a moment, it was already rusty, and countless cracks appeared on the sword body, which were about to crack like glass in the blink of an eye.

The effect of the sword was only to buy Qin Yan a moment, and his body was getting closer and closer to the water of the Yellow Spring, and he was about to be caught by those desperately waving ghost claws.

At this critical moment of life and death, he no longer had any reservations, reciting Buddhist mantras, and pouring out all the power in his body in an instant. Thousands of Buddha's rays of light came out of the body, illuminating the water of the Santu Lethe River almost transparently, and the Netherworld Yellow Spring seemed to be about to drift away. But at this time, there was a sudden sound of a distant golden bell crashing from outside the sky, and the sound waves turned into substantial energy and spread, such as a temple and an ancient temple, but instead suppressed the Buddha's light, so that the Yellow Spring that had gradually gone away was condensed again, and countless water ghosts rushed up, about to eat Qin Yan's flesh and blood.

In an instant, Qin Yan's figure was covered by hundreds of water ghosts, and it seemed to be a dirt slope full of corpses, and countless water ghosts came from afar, wanting to share the taste of flesh and blood.

Qin Yan's Heavenly Eyes, Heavenly Ears, and His Mental Powers were working to the extreme, and he heard the terrifying voices of hundreds of millions of ghosts and monsters to the extreme, and he felt the infinite fear more and more, and even the Buddhist mantra could not be dissolved.

At the moment when the first ghost claw touched his body, and the soles of his feet also stepped on the weak water of the Yellow Spring, extreme fear made a sound similar to a bell in his heart vent out, and the whole world stood still for a moment, and then divided into countless fragmented pictures, these pictures flashed in front of his eyes, entangled around, and constituted the entire terrifying and terrifying netherworld!

Every picture is weak water, turbidity, and ghosts crying. Those sharp claws close at hand, clinging to the yellow spring on the soles of the feet, as if they are about to turn static into movement and break out of the painting.

Qin Yan was suspended in the void surrounded by countless pictures, and when he saw such a magnificent and bizarre scene for the first time, he couldn't help but be slightly stunned. Immediately, seeing a picture scroll full of ghost claws floating towards him, he quickly dodged and avoided it.

With this action, the sound of the golden bell in his heart became louder and louder, and he gave birth to a certain realization in his spiritual platform, and his body stretched slightly, stepping on an invisible fulcrum somewhere in the void world, unveiling a corner of the curtain, and winding out of the encirclement of these eerie and terrifying picture scrolls.

This is what Buddhism calls the divine foot.

The mountains and hills of corpses where countless water ghosts were surging were left behind by him in the blink of an eye. In front of him, a new picture scroll floated away, his eyes flashed, his eyes saw through countless illusory and blurred colors, and at this moment he glimpsed the real scenery of the human world hidden behind ten thousand paintings!

Breaking through the illusion, transcending the present world, and crossing space and time, his figure condensed again, appeared behind the evil bodhisattva who held his Zen staff high, and slashed at the back of the old man's head with a sword.

"Click!" There was a crisp sound, and the blade that had been corroded by Huangquan's dead qi was shattered, and the body of the evil bodhisattva shook, and both of them were stunned for a moment.

Then, Qin Yan dropped the mutilated hilt, clenched his right hand into a fist, and took advantage of the evil bodhisattva's time to turn around, and continued to smash at his vest with all his might.

At this time, as soon as the golden bell rang, the distance between the two was stretched to infinity again. Qin Yan snorted coldly, and was about to break through the space and give him a fatal blow. However, at this moment, his eyes were suddenly shaken by a dazzling white light, and the next moment his vision recovered, he found himself in a glorious and vast world.

Here clean and bright, magnificent, the four sides of the clouds and mist, the glass shines, the sea of clouds hidden in the Qionglou Yuyu, simple and elegant. The fairy sound is faint, the danfeng and the divine beast are clear, extremely pleasant, and the soul is calm. The petals are flying all over the sky, the fragrance is fragrant, and people are intoxicated when they smell it, and they don't know what year it is.

Such a noble and quiet state of peace and tranquility must belong to the heavenly palace, and it is definitely not owned by the earth.

In this realm, there is no thought and no desire, charming and quiet, and detached. As long as you think about it, everything can be satisfied, which is enough to make people willing to get drunk for a long time.

But Qin Yan was a person who had passed the test of the Two Realms Monument, and his mind was only immersed for a moment, and he immediately woke up from his intoxication.