Chapter 1765 Lord of the Nether! (Four in One Big Chapter! Please Subscribe!!)
Hearing this, Pei Ling didn't reply immediately. After the system trusteeship ended, he had already turned his body around, facing the light spot just like his head.
Right now, this dark figure was standing right in front of him, and it looked like the boatman of the boat.
It seems that from the very beginning, he has been on board...
"Senior 'Disaster', how should I answer?" Pei Ling quickly asked via voice transmission.
"Woe" fixed his eyes on the boatman-like figure, and said through voice transmission with uncertainty: "I don't know."
"Wait for a while and see what's going on."
Pei Ling nodded slightly, and immediately stopped talking.
The small boat suddenly fell into silence, and the turbid yellow water was rushing around, and amidst the roaring sound, a cold atmosphere permeated the air.
On the surface of the river, the mist billows, sometimes thick and sometimes light, floating like yarn.
The boatman also remained silent, but kept facing Pei Ling, as if he was still waiting for the response from the three of them.
The hull of the boat swayed slightly on the water, swaying out circles of ripples.
The surface of the river was rippling and wrinkled, and the flow was fast, but the boat stayed where it was, without any intention of moving.
The two sides had a stalemate for about a stick of incense, and everything was peaceful, without any accidents.
At this time, "Woe" suddenly said via voice transmission: "The boat still hasn't moved."
"The duty of the person in front of me should be to drive this boat."
"If you don't answer all the time, we will be fine, but we will always be trapped in Huangquan."
"If you want to leave here now, you must give a direction."
"Continuing further, it is the depths of the nether world."
"Going forward is leaving the nether world."
Pei Ling looked calm. He entered Netherworld this time to find Senior "Kongmeng".
Right now, Senior "Kongmeng"'s position is still far behind.
In such a situation, it is natural to go to the depths of the Nether...
Thinking of this, Pei Ling looked at the boatman and said quickly, "Go to the depths of the nether world."
The boatman immediately responded with a cold voice: "Okay."
After finishing speaking, he bowed slightly and began to paddle the pale white oars.
clatter...
The turbid yellow river water was moved, poured down from the oars, and splashed water droplets on the river surface.
In an instant, the chill became even worse, and the mist became misty.
The boat moved slowly towards the rear.
On the surface of the river, there are blurred shadows reflected.
A boat like a leaf, Pei Ling, Ji Shuang'er, "Mo Gui" and "Huo" all stood with their backs to the depths of the nether world.
The bow of the reflection is empty, nothing.
It was as cold as a tide, and it was surging.
The thick dead air roared and swept over, obscuring the surrounding scene.
Huangquan is vast and flowing.
Cui Wei's huge mountain hangs down gradually, like continuous stone stalactites, and the invisible coercion is like a huge sharp blade, sharp as a knife, and seems to cut the entire river into several sections.
Bitter evil spirit rushed towards the face, and the boat was like a fish swimming, cruising past between the sharp blades.
Wow... Wow...
With the progress of the ship, the shadow of the giant mountain gradually faded away.
Soon, a forest on water appeared in front of him.
After getting closer, I realized that it was countless strands of hair hanging down.
Its origin is unknown, black as ink, dense as seaweed, all over the entire river.
Between the hair, there are red and white figures, appearing in blocks.
Pairs of eyes, flickering on and off, looking at the boat.
The boatman continued to row the boat and sank straight into it.
It was like entering a tent.
The hair was parted to the sides very softly, making way for the boat.
The coldness prevailed in an instant.
Gray-black frost and snow appeared on the boat immediately, and climbed along the deck, and soon, the entire boat was covered in layers of thick gray-black frost and snow.
On the black canopy, long and short icicles hang down.
The whole ship seemed to have a huge ice shell, and it sank a little bit into the water, making it look extraordinarily cumbersome.
Just when the three of them were vigilant and ready to strike at any time, there was a slight light in front of them, but they had already passed through this dense forest of hair.
Figures in red and white clothes stopped in the hair, and countless eyes opened, quietly watching the ship go away.
But nothing seems to be done.
Wow... Wow...
The surrounding fields are completely silent, only the intermittent sound of water makes one's heart palpitate.
After a while, a huge skeleton emerged from the mist.
These skeletons are huge in scale, protruding from the bottom of the unknown depth of the underworld.
It seems that there are mountains or islands dotted across the vast river.
The shape of the skeleton is grotesque, making it difficult to spy on the ethnic group before death.
The dark mist lingers, and it becomes whiter and more terrifying.
The boat passed through it, and without knowing it, all the skeletons exposed to the water were standing with pitch-black crows and birds.
These crows and sparrows are like ink, but their eyes are pale with death, like bones.
They stood quietly on the bones that had existed for countless years, and their eyes were densely packed, all looking at the boat.
As the ship passed, the birds moved their heads in unison.
Like those red and white figures just now, they didn't do anything.
It's just that the gray-black frost shell on the boat seems to be a bit thicker.
The turbid yellow river water overflowed the deck little by little, and if it wasn't for the ice layer, it would almost soak the soles of the three people and one ghost's feet.
Wow... Wow...
The boatman paddled his oars, left the skeleton, and continued on his way to the distance.
Thousands of black crows watched silently, and after a long time, they were completely submerged in the mist.
The fog returned to normal, as if the scenes just now were all phantoms.
A huge shadow spread out from the depths, like the mouth of a ferocious beast, trying to swallow the boat in one gulp.
The boat is like an arrow, moving forward at high speed, rushing towards it...
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Netherworld.
Huangquan is surging, and the fog is filled.
Small boats with black awnings appeared from the mist, with cascading ripples, breaking the calm of the river, like a gathering of fish.
The Yin wind howled, sending a faint fishy wind, like the breath of a living being being slaughtered.
clatter...
The sound of the water was loud, and countless small boats moved rapidly towards the rear, and there were human figures sitting on each small boat.
These human races are all wearing golden armor, and on top of the armor, real fire is burning blazingly.
They faced the place they came from, with their backs facing the netherworld. The meaning of perfection was almost as real, and the ethereal and lofty aura kept dispelling the death and coldness rising from all around.
At the prow of each small boat stood a golden-armored human race. They clasped their hands and bowed slightly, as if they were holding something, ready to exert force at any time.
There are ripples on the surface of the turbid Yellow River. In the broken and blurred reflections, the figures at the bow of the boat are all human-like, wearing a wide-brimmed hat with thick shadows on the brim, covering the face, and wearing a coir raincoat to block the body.
His arms are concealed in his wide sleeves, holding a pair of white paddles, the paddles are submerged in the river, as if they are paddling away at any time.
Boom!
"Zun" feels the movement of the ship, and the corner of his eye sweeps to the left and right.
On the ship he was on, including him, there were five figures in total.
A human race in loose sackcloth stood alone at the bow of the boat, bowing and holding hands, motionless.
The remaining four were crowded in the stern.
"Lonely" and "empty" are all in it.
After Yinjiang, "Xiangzai" and "Chuiyu" fell, they were invited by "Zun" to join his team.
At present, this journey has already cooperated with each other tacitly.
At this moment, there is no need for "bottle" to remind, everyone looks vigilant, their muscles are tense, and they are ready to go to war at any time.
Suddenly, the swaying reflection in the water suddenly appeared an incomparably swift black shadow, which opened its huge mouth full of white sharp teeth, and bit the heads of the four people in the stern!
The "Zun" on the boat immediately sensed something, and shot instantly, the iron rod pierced through the void, screamed sharply, and smashed hard towards the void above their heads.
Woo! ! !
The iron rod passed by without hindrance, as if it hadn't touched anything, but there was a dull howl, cold and full of resentment.
As the reflection in the water swayed, a smear of crimson blood emerged, quickly diffused, and dispersed into turbid yellow.
The next moment, pale and thin arms stretched out from the blood stains, like branches that were randomly broken, and like the steps of insects, they grabbed the boat and the figures on the boat one after another.
It's just that they just moved, and before they could touch the boat and the figure, they were engulfed by dense sword energy, spells and real fire.
But "Gu Miao", "Kong Meng" and the remaining human monks all reacted and quickly joined the battle!
Boom boom boom...
After a fierce attack like rain, all the ghost hands disappeared together with the blood stains, as if they had never appeared before.
The turbid yellow water resumed its velocity, and in the swaying and broken reflection, the meandering scene was nothing unusual except for the costume of the figure at the bow.
"Zun" said in a low voice, "We're almost there."
"There will be more and more battles in the future!"
"Gu Miao", "Kong Meng" and the other two human monks nodded slightly.
Right now, they all have immortal status, and their strength is far beyond ordinary comparison. As long as they don't get a chance by "Jue", these ghosts in the underworld can't stop them!
Thinking of this, "Gu Miao" immediately asked: "After the Yellow Springs, where is it?"
"What do I need to pay attention to?"
"Zun" said in a deep voice: "After the Yellow Springs, is the real place of Netherworld."
"Youdu Thirteen Cities!"
"At that time, wait for the king's order!"
"The only thing that needs attention now is that there must be one person left on each ship."
"Kong Meng" quickly asked: "Senior, is this for the purpose of returning at that time?"
"Zun" shook his head and said lightly, "No."
"This crusade against Nether, if you win, you can go back no matter what."
"Losing is nothing but annihilation of the entire army!"
"Keeping people here is not to retreat, but to fight for the ferryman's immortal post!"
Ferryman Immortal Job?
"Gu Miao" and "Kong Meng" were both startled when they heard the words.
After reacting, the two quickly looked at each other, "Kong Meng" immediately spoke, and asked again: "Dare to ask senior, what is the immortal job of ferryman?"
The nine sects of the Panya world can all communicate with the upper world.
Naturally, he has some understanding of the matter of immortality.
After becoming a fairy, there is a huge gap between a fairy with the job of a fairy and a fairy without the job of a fairy, even as big as heaven and earth!
Although it is said that this is a fairy job in the past years, but as long as it is suitable, it can be contested!
"Zun" calmly explained: "If the living want to set foot in the nether world, they need to pass three tests."
"Introduce the real fire of Fusang to see the secluded road; then cross the Yellow Spring to open the eyesight; when you go in and out, you must remember that you will live and die face to face, and use the scriptures to 'do not return'."
"The long river in front of me is Huangquan."
"The boat of the underworld, we cannot steer it."
"Only the ferryman can control it, and use it to pass through life and death."
"Now, He who is standing at the bow is the ferryman of our small boat."
"We are able to arrive here safely now because of He, who took up the post of ferryman."
"If the one standing on this ship is the real ferryman..."
"Then what we have to face is not such an easy situation now!"
Hearing this, "Gu Miao" and "Kong Meng" immediately understood that this immortal post is equivalent to being responsible for the round trip between life and death.
It's just that there is no ghost in later generations.
Everything that symbolizes death is under the control of the two Taboos and Guisang of Yousu Tomb...
While they were talking, more and more grotesque things appeared in the reflection.
There are large groups of algae, like entangled long hair, quietly emerging, and then the shadows, like an open net, cover the entire ship.
There are countless bones and claws, all kinds, grabbing the boat.
There are also scarlet vines hanging down like waterfalls, almost drowning the boat and the figures...
The sword box on "Gu Miao" clanged clangingly, the cold light came out of its sheath, pierced the darkness with a piercing clear light, and the cold sword energy roared and filled the world, and with the momentum of thunder, it roared and slashed down the river!
The turbid Yellow River water was splashing like rain, and the torrent was turbulent. A stream of black and red blood stains gushed out almost at the same time like fountains of all sizes, dyeing the river water into a fleeting black color.
At the same time, another human cultivator made a move, and the real fire shot up all over his body, burning nothingness above everyone's heads.
The red gold fire was blazing, jumping suddenly in nothingness, constantly devouring everything they couldn't see with their eyes.
"Zun" is holding an iron rod, staring closely at the swaying reflection, ready to rush at any time.
With a flick of the sleeve of "Kong Meng", countless flower branches sprouted from the river surface, and the white roots submerged in the river water, entwining everything.
Shadows appeared from the river.
It seems to be a school of migrating fish, densely packed and grotesque, coming from the bottom of the river, from a distance, from the mist...mighty and mighty.
Gray-black snowflakes fluttered, and frost spread on the small boats.
Nether things seem endless.
"Zun", "Gu Miao", "Kong Meng"... suddenly had no time to speak, and they used their methods one after another, concentrating on the fierce battle.
No one made a sound amidst the noise, only the brilliance of dense spells, supernatural powers, sword energy, and talismans shone, illuminating the dark corner.
The crimson blood stains kept showing reflections, and occasionally fresh human blood fell into the water, causing countless black shadows to scramble frantically.
The muffled sound continued, the turbid yellow river swayed wildly, and the reflections were fragmented, pale hands and claws, scarlet vines, pitch-black shadows, blue will-o'-the-wisps, miserable green vertical pupils... All these were bizarre, like a rising tide. Surrounded by shadows, it seems endless.
Boom boom boom...
A celebrity family shot wildly, countless attacks, and kept falling to the river surface, nothingness.
I don't know how long it took, the billowing dead disappeared suddenly.
The fierce battle just now seemed to be awakened from a nightmare. After waking up, the only thing to see was the surging river and the silence of the surrounding fields.
Without any hesitation, all races immediately seized the time to recover their immortal power.
Wow... Wow...
The water of the Yellow Spring is flowing as before, and the mist dissipates, revealing that the river surface is turbid, pale yellow, and empty.
However, Cui Wei's reflection in the water is majestic.
Thirteen incomparably stalwart cities are quietly reflected in the vast river!
Each of these thirteen cities is majestic and majestic, like a huge mountain, standing in the vast reflection.
The color of the city is like ink, and the dark mist is like mountains and clouds, lingering and circuitous, covering most of its details.
Only the ferocious city gates are clearly visible, all of which are dark and deep, grotesque and terrifying, and seem to contain endless sneakiness.
The farthest city is also the most majestic among the thirteen cities, and its outline is also blurred. Looking at it, it looks like a huge shadow, spreading all over the river in the distance, almost trying to count all of them. engulf!
Between the city pools, the water was gurgling, and there were shadows like living things, twisting and wriggling, as if they would jump up anytime and anywhere, and choose to eat people.
The mighty boats are as insignificant as dust, and meandering like a trickle of water, like inconspicuous ants under a majestic city.
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The deepest part of Thirteen Cities is Youdu City.
Huge darkness enveloped the entire city, the dead silence was like substance, and the dark mist lingered like a tide.
In the center of the city, there is a dark palace, majestic and continuous, creeping quietly.
Step, step, step...
Subtle footsteps broke the silence here.
A pair of red vertical pupils suddenly opened.
The vertical pupil was as high as a hundred feet, like a huge torch, illuminating the wide square in an instant.
On the empty square, there were three dark figures approaching slowly.
The three of them are full of dead energy, wearing black robes, and under the hoods, there is nothing but Yin energy, which is almost as real.
It was the deceased who had previously participated in the Ten Thousand Immortals Association.
The three dead people went to the edge of the square, raised their heads slightly, and looked at Shutong.
The owner of the vertical pupil is huge and winding, with fine scales and sharp diagonals on the top of the head reflecting each other, shining a terrifying brilliance in the dark.
Its body is snake-like and dragon-like, and it is in the shape of nine curves, winding and winding, enclosing the entire palace.
"What is it?"
A thunderous voice resounded.
The three dead people stopped their pace, and nodded slightly towards Shutong.
The leader of the dead said coldly: "The Ten Thousand Immortals Association has ended."
"I'm going to report the situation of the Fairy Society to my lord."
"And the will of Immortal Venerable 'Li Luo'."
The vertical pupil quietly looked down at them.
After a while, the huge body moved like flowing water, and the vertical pupils "floated" to the side, out of the way.
The fog in the rear suddenly dissipated, and an incomparably majestic portal stood tall!
The portal is purely made of skulls, and thousands of ethnic groups are in it!
The white color has ink marks, as if it has gone through countless years.
There were blood stains spreading among them, the eye sockets were pitch black, and the will-o'-the-wisps flickered.
The gloomy and cold breath seemed to have become a substance, gray and black snowflakes, torrentially falling, almost freezing the soul.
The portal has been opened, and there is a bottomless darkness inside.
Dead and cold.
The three dead men strode forward and walked in without any hesitation.
In an instant, they entered a piece of pure darkness.
There is no up, down, left, or right, no sight, and even no thought...everything around is dark.
Step, step, step...
The sound of subtle footsteps echoed monotonously in the darkness, and before they knew it, they walked on a tall corridor.
On both sides of the corridor, there are bone pillars like a forest, and pale lights cast all sorts of strange shadows.
Except for the three dead, the place is extremely empty, and no other living beings or dead can be seen.
Empty, lonely, cold...
After a while, the three dead walked into a majestic hall.
This vast hall is extremely tall, and the top of the hall is almost like clouds.
Countless white bone pillars towering up into the sky, with pitch-black branches and leaves, lush and dense, hanging down from the top of the hall, like a brocade tent, scattered layer by layer.
Flowers as red as blood and as white as bones bloom enchantingly on both sides of the hall.
The flower has multiple petals and pistils, like a rose, and like the flesh and blood of a living being.
The fishy and sweet smell filled the palace.
Between red and white, it seems to be a surging tide, surging under the 99,999-level Dan Chi.
The ink-colored pill is like pouring black iron, and every level is smeared with dense blood-colored cloud seals, like a curse, like a disaster, like death, like a catastrophe...
At the top is a throne as huge as a mountain.
The throne is pitch black, with ancient patterns intertwined with red gold and scarlet flowing on it.
At this moment, on the throne, sits a stalwart figure.
It is a kind of person who wears twelve scorpions on his head, his face is hidden behind the bead, and he cannot be seen clearly.
Majesty, grandeur, solemnity, solemnity, silence, coldness, grandeur...
The moment he saw this figure, indescribable awe, obedience, and admiration immediately surged into his heart, as if in the dark, an indescribable force was urging him to bow down.
It also seemed to be respectful from the heart, and I couldn't wait to kneel down.
It's like being small and seeing greatness, and wanting to abandon everything immediately and pay all the price to follow...
He sat quietly without saying a word, without any action, but it seemed to be the destination of all things, the end of all living beings, the living, instinctively wanted to throw himself at his feet; the dead, instinctively wanted to bow down under his altar.
This is the Lord of the Nether!
The three dead fell to their knees without the slightest hesitation, and said in a deep voice, "Greetings to my lord!"
"There is something about the Ten Thousand Immortals Association today, we can't just deal with it on our own."
"For disturbing my lord, please forgive me, my lord!"
The master of the Guangdian was dead silent, without any response.
On the throne, the Lord of the Nether remained motionless.
Seeing that the Lord of the Nether had not committed any crimes, the leader of the dead just now continued to report: "This time when we participated in the Ten Thousand Immortals Meeting, Immortal Venerable 'Li Luo' only said two things."
"One is to find the whereabouts of Heavenly Tribulation."
"The second is to deal with immortals who violate the heavenly principles."
"The clue of the catastrophe has now been discovered from a human race."
"Immortals who disobeyed the heavenly principles were also dealt with a lot."
"However, several big families have not been affected."
"Besides, there is one thing, very strange!"
"This Ten Thousand Immortals Meeting, there are three human races participating, and the seats are extremely high."
"Those three human races are not high-level, but they are arrogant."
"Not only uttered wild words, wanting to cut Jianmu, Fusang, and enslave the dragon clan, but also the leader of the famous human clan, in front of the immortal, violated the heavenly principles!"
"It may have violated more than one of the heavenly principles."
"Among the four immortals, 'Li Luo', to a certain extent, is the incarnation of the Dao of Heaven, where Tian Gang resides!"
"By violating the Heavenly Principles, you are violating the Immortal Venerable 'Li Luo'!"
"Since ancient times, even if the confidant of the Immortal Venerable violates the Tian Gang, it will be a situation of death!"
"But those three human races were not only safe and sound, but the two who uttered wild words were sent away by Xianzun himself."
"Although the leader of the human race was taken away by the Immortal Venerable, but judging by the Immortal Venerable's intentions, I am afraid that he will help him become an immortal..."
"That famous human race did provide clues to the Heavenly Tribulation."
"But this matter is still full of doubts, very unusual!"
"Now all the immortals are discussing in private, and they don't know the real intention of the 'Li Luo' immortal..."
After saying that, the three dead remained kneeling on the ground, waiting quietly.
The needle can be heard quietly in the vast hall, the crown is on the top, the crown is hanging down, without shaking at all.
The red and white two-color flowers on the steps are blooming like a tide, and the branches and leaves on the top of the hall are winding.
After a while, the three deceased immediately understood, the Lord of the Nether, Su Xi was quiet.
They can't continue to disturb here...
Therefore, the head of the deceased kowtowed and said: "My Lord Yongning, I will take my leave!"
The three deceased saluted at the same time, and then retreated quietly.
The white flames burn quietly, illuminating the vast hall like a picture scroll, every plant, every tree, every beam and every pillar, as if solidified.
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Outside the palace.
Step, step, step...
The three dead slowly walked out of the substantial darkness, their eyes were dark and confused, only a pair of huge vertical pupils looked down on them coldly.
When they left the palace and stepped onto the square, the vertical pupils drifted down, blocking the entrance again.
At this time, among the three dead, the one on the far left said in a low voice: "There are many living people who broke into the nether world."
The vertical pupil remained motionless, and a thunderous voice sounded: "I am only responsible for guarding my lord."
"Don't bother with the rest!"
The three deceased nodded slightly, and the one on the far right hissed, "Don't alarm my lord about such trivial matters."
"We'll go and solve it."
The vertical pupils closed slowly, ignoring them.
The three dead quickly passed through the square and left quietly.
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Huangquan is rolling, and the water is splashing.
The cold waves bloomed on the river surface, shattering countless reflections.
The thick fog, like a curtain, obscures the vision.
Ripples swayed layer by layer on the turbid yellow water, and a small boat floated out after breaking through the waves.
Pei Ling, "Mo Lilan", "Mo Gui" and "Woe" stood at the stern of the boat with their backs facing the depths of the netherworld, separated by the awning, and a boatman in coir raincoat and hat stood at the bow, It kept paddling the pale oars, driving the boat forward quickly.
At this moment, the boat was completely covered in gray-black frost and snow.
The color of the frost and snow is crystal clear, like a flawless black crystal, the cold atmosphere is extremely thick, and layers of ice hang down, piled up.
The surrounding fog is almost as real as it is, like a heavy veil, densely covered.
Along the way, the boat passed many bizarre places and saw countless figures.
However, no ghosts attacked them, nor did they encounter any other dangers.
I don't know how long it has been in this thick fog. Gradually, the surrounding scenery began to become clear. The fog faded away, and there were rugged river banks in the distance, and the mountains appeared.
Wow... Wow... Wow... Wow...
The boatman shakes the oars to bring the boat to the shore.
Boom.
With a muffled sound, the stern of the boat touched something, and the boatman said coldly, "You can get off the boat."
Hearing this, Pei Ling immediately activated his divine sense, and soon realized that the land behind him was barren, with no grass growing, and the terrain was steep. It seemed to be composed of countless mountains. All the mountains criss-crossed and converged towards the distance.
This piece of land is extremely huge in perception, and the end cannot be detected at all. It is dead and silent, without any trace of life or death.
It gave Pei Ling an indescribably strange feeling.
Moreover, the pawns in his mind representing seniors "Kong Meng" and "Gu Miao" are not here at all!
In the current situation, either these two seniors went to the wrong place, or it was on his side...
Thinking of this, Pei Ling didn't intend to disembark at all, but quickly asked through voice transmission: "Senior 'Woe', behind me... is the depths of the Netherworld?"
"Huo" also didn't get up to get off the boat, and immediately replied via voice transmission: "The breath is different from that of Yousu Tomb."
"But this is the Great Desolation, and I can't be sure."
Pei Ling nodded, then looked at the boatman, and said coldly, "The place is wrong!"
"We are going to the depths of the Netherworld, not here!"
The boatman's voice was cold, without any fluctuation in tone: "You can get off the boat."
Hearing this, Pei Ling, "Mo Lilan", "Mo Gui" and "Huo" immediately knew that something was wrong. The three of them and one ghost stared at the boatman with bright eyes, their aura rising steadily, and they were already ready for a big battle.
At this time, the boatman said for the third time, "You can get off the boat."
As soon as his words fell, Pei Ling suddenly felt something was wrong. He immediately lowered his head and looked at the surface of the Yellow Spring.
The surface of the river swayed, and the reflection went back and forth between broken and complete.
But there was nothing under the boat, without any reflection.
On the misty river surface in the distance, the reflection of the boat is moving rapidly towards the depths of the mist.
In the reflection, Pei Ling, Ji Shuang'er, "Mo Gui" and "Huo" were sitting in the stern of the boat.
Pei Ling's expression darkened immediately, that was the fate of the four of them!
This boatman has a problem!
Can't let fate go far!
Thinking of this, he immediately said in a cold and grand voice: "Ni!"
After the words fell, the rules of this world changed quietly.
The reflection of the boat, following its departure track, reverses back little by little.
But at this moment, in the reflection, a familiar figure suddenly appeared on the originally empty bow.
The boatman, wearing a hat and coir raincoat, holds a pale oar and paddles quickly.
The boat in the reflection stopped going backwards for a moment, and continued to move slowly towards the distance.
brush!
A bloody saber energy suddenly cut out.
The light of the blade was like frost, and it flashed across the body of the boatman in an instant.
There seemed to be nothing in the place where the saber energy passed, and the boatman stood motionless, as if he had not been hurt, and continued in a cold voice: "You can get off the boat."
As soon as the words fell, his entire body suddenly began to squirm slowly.
The densely packed mouth opened from the opponent's body, hat, coir raincoat, and paddle.
Countless voices of men, women, old and children came out from these many mouths: "You can get off the boat."
"You can disembark now."
"You can disembark..."
Sharp and ear-piercing, high-pitched and cracking, it drilled into the depths of the minds of three people and one ghost like substance!
At the same time, the entire boat opened thousands of mouths, large and small.
All the mouths opened and closed: "You can get off the boat."
"You can disembark..."
The boat moved slightly, and immediately sank into the underworld.
A vortex quickly emerged, turning into mouths, and also urged: "You can get off the boat..."
"You can disembark..."
Pei Ling's complexion changed, and the Nine Soul Saber came out of its sheath with a clang, and a full moon of blood rose immediately above his head in the nothingness.
The scarlet is like water, shining through the world.
At this time, "Huo" and "Mo Gui" spoke at the same time: "The shadow in the underworld may be the real body!"
"Attack the reflection in the underworld!"
Hearing this, Pei Ling held the Nine Soul Saber and slashed out.
The saber qi roared vertically and horizontally, like a torrent, but it included the boatman on the boat, as well as the reflection of the boatman in the underworld!
The scream of the sharp blade piercing through the air chills the world.
As soon as the long knife came out, the sky and the earth turned pale, and everything was silent.
"Watching the moon in a cage, a first-line immortal!"
The indifferent voice resounded through the darkness.
A crimson crescent moon quietly rose above the boatman's head.
Thousands of sword intents erupted from the boatman's body.
Countless crimson blood stains turned into tiny sharp knives, gathered like a stream, and poured into the hooked moon, making it complete quickly.
The boatman was evacuated into a skin in an instant, and was annihilated in an instant. The blood-colored crooked moon fell into the full moon above Pei Ling's head, and its radiant color shone brightly on this side.
The boat in the reflection returns to the bottom of the boat in a snap of the fingers...
After successfully regaining his fate, Pei Ling was suddenly in a trance, opened his eyes, and found himself standing on a small boat with a black roof, the turbid water was flowing, and there was mist drifting in the distance, as if hiding buildings.
"Mo Lilan", "Mo Gui" and "Huo" beside him are all the same as him, facing the light spot at the entrance, and facing the vast river with their backs.
Across the black canopy, standing at the bow of the boat was a figure wearing a wide-brimmed hat, coir raincoat, and holding a pale oar.
The huge rugged and steep land has disappeared.
At this moment, the boatman asked hoarsely, "Where are you going?"
Hearing this, Pei Ling suddenly raised his head, his eyes were like lightning, he looked at the boatman coldly, and his voice was cold: "Determining the 'fruit' and looking for the 'cause', who are you?"
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