Although he got rid of two ghost messengers, Chang Xi was still in a dilemma.

Judging from the current situation, the ghost control envoy, who had no head or tail, seemed to have a way to detect the restrictions buried deep in their bodies. Fortunately, there was a blessing in disguise. The ghost control envoy could not accurately determine who it was, otherwise the two ghost messengers with low cultivation would not come.

The chaotic color in Chang Xi's eyes dissipated. After weighing the pros and cons, he gritted his teeth and said, "It seems that we can't break the ban and instill spiritual power anymore. Otherwise, the next time we will not attract those ghost messengers, but the ghost driver who has a good cultivation level."

The dark shadow in his body nodded, "We should not act rashly for the time being. We are not familiar with the place in Huangquan. Even if we can run here for a while, we will not be able to run for a lifetime. If we endure it, we will be in trouble with the big plan."

The corpses were everywhere in the slightly muddy black fields, and the whole corpse was splattered with bones like walking corpses constantly splashing under the feet of the walking corpse. Chang Xi raised his foot and walked around a complete skull, but soon the skull that was merciless under Chang Xi was shattered into pieces by the zombie-like people behind him.

The black shadow sat cross-legged on the golden sea of ​​blood in Chang Xi's chest. He suddenly asked, "Even if you don't break this skull, the people behind will break it. Since the results are the same, why bother if you break it?"

Chang Xi still walked around the bones under her feet and said, "If the decision I made was the same as others, then what's the difference between me and these all living beings? My parents have taught me that the dead are the most important thing since I was a child. This is the minimum respect. If you don't even realize these things, you are not as good as a human being. How can you become an immortal?"

"Are everyone drunk and I awake alone? It seems that it's not bad."

The black shadow had a body shape and appearance carved from the same mold as Chang Xi. He murmured softly: "They are your parents, but aren't they my parents?"

Chang Xi frowned and said, "What did you say just now?"

The black shadow said lightly: "It's nothing, you've heard it awkwardly."

"You said you wanted to confess your origin before. When will you say it?" Chang Xi asked coldly as he looked at the black shadow sitting cross-legged in the sea of ​​blood.

The silver cross star in his left eye reflected the hall across a long black river in the distance. The black shadow hugged his head and lay on his back into the sea of ​​blood. The hot power in the sea of ​​golden blood seemed to have no effect on him. He said lightly: "Wait until we survive this disaster. If we can't escape, what can you do if you know more? Isn't it great to be a fool?"

Seeing this, Chang Xi didn't talk to him anymore and continued to follow the team.

As the team gradually approached the magnificent hall across the river, Chang Xi's eyes became more and more serious and even a little anxious, because he could use his eyes to see the turquoise plaque hanging in front of the magnificent hall with three words written on it.

Hall of Yama.

Now even the black shadow who claimed to be extremely calm could not sit still. Unexpectedly, the Hall of Yama, which was described in the Gods and Ghosts' ambitions, was really here!

Large areas of colorful flowers on the other side bloom on the banks of the Forgetful River.

When the team finally approached the banks of the Wangchuan River, Chang Xi realized that the Wangchuan River, which had always thought it was black, was actually extremely sticky and bloody. Looking carefully into the river, there were lonely ghosts and wild ghosts that could not be reincarnated, and insects and snakes were everywhere. Every time the river rolled, a smelly smell came to his face.

It is said that the water of the Wangchuan River can reflect a person's heart. If the heart has no distractions and no worries, what you see is a pool of clear water; if you care too much, it is a confusion that will never be able to see the head. Chang Xi doesn't know if the legend in the world is wrong, or if he is really full of too much worries in his heart, which leads to the water of the Wangchuan River he sees full of poisonous insects and mist.

Chang Xi suddenly discovered an unexplainable phenomenon.

It is said that people cannot be resurrected by death, let alone that their legs have already stepped into the underworld. Chang Xi read many people who were not really interested in the world. The description of the scenery of the underworld is extremely vivid, but it coincides with what he sees now. Could it be that someone has really returned to the human world from this underworld that has no light?!

This discovery made Chang Xi ignite his pursuit and desire for life.

Perhaps it is precisely to confirm Chang Xi's idea that in addition to the stenchy smell rolled over the banks of the Wangchuan River, there are also large areas of the magical and strange fragrance of flowers on the other side.

After smelling the fragrance of flowers, the eyes filled with chaotic colors finally returned to the clear light. They looked up at the treacherous and desolate world around them, and then they all vaguely guessed where this place was. Some people covered their faces and cried, some sighed, and some people looked calm. It seemed that even if they died, they were still the kind of true temperament that was dead.

Naihe Bridge on the Forget River.

When the team walked to the Naihe Bridge, many ghost messengers could already be guarded by the Wangchuan River. There were naturally people with weak minds in the team of tens of thousands of people. A woman dressed in a gorgeous dress and made-up seemed to die in a bad life. She could not accept the facts in front of her and fled out of the team in a hurry, trying to run to the black field that stretched into the distance.

Judging from the expressions of the ghost officers guarding the banks of the Wangchuan River, they seemed very happy to see someone running away. The ghost officer immediately caught up with a strange-looking long shuttle. A steel fork made the panicked woman feel cold. She hung it down like half a fan of pork. When she flew back to the surging Wangchuan River, she kicked the long shuttle down the long shuttle, allowing the water of the Wangchuan River, which was full of insects and snakes to swallow the woman up.

The cruel and ruthless red-skinned ghost man sat on the long shuttle and looked at them, as if he wanted to find out some unlucky guys from them who could allow him to exercise the power of life and death.

The entire team suddenly became silent. Many people who had the intention to escape were suppressed after hearing the woman's miserable cry and had to accept their fate.

The black shadow quietly observed the surrounding situation, and was silent for a long time, and a few difficult and bitter words burst out from his mouth, "Even if you restore your peak cultivation level during your lifetime, you may not be able to escape safely from the Naihe Bridge. Even if you don't mention those ghost messengers and ghost drivers, there is still a person in the depths of this reincarnation department that can easily crush your existence with just one finger. We have no other way."

Chang Xishen exhaled a breath of turbid air and said slowly: "Let's take a step and take a look."

By the Naihe Bridge, Chang Xi saw Wangxiangtai mentioned in the ambitions of gods and ghosts.

Looking at the hometown on the platform, you can still see the world at this glance, and it is the last place where you can look at your hometown and your relatives from afar.

Before forgetting all the memories of this life, before rebirth and becoming another person, the dead souls can be here, and look at your love, hatred, your dreams, the person you love the most in this life, the person you still want to wait for in the next life.

Many people who died in vain cried heartbrokenly on the Wangxiang stage, and their voices were tragic. After watching it, they cried enough, then they came down from the Wangxiang stage and went to the Naihe Bridge.

Chang Xi stopped beside Wangxiangtai, hesitated for a long time, and did not take that step.

He was indeed full of longing for his two wives, senior brothers and sisters, masters, and masters... so much that he really wanted to step onto the Wandering Tower and look at the living room.

"If I really took this look, it means I accepted my fate and I won't go and see it."

It was as if he was talking to the black shadow in his body, or as if he was muttering to himself. Chang Xi looked firm and turned around and stepped onto the Naihe Bridge with the crying crowd.

The ghost messengers on the banks of the Forgetful River watched coldly.

The deck of the Naihe Bridge is bumpy and slippery. The thick bluestone slabs seem to have sprinkled thick plasma a long time ago. Even now, scarlet bloodshots that cannot be washed away are printed on it. Chang Xi stepped onto the Naihe Bridge with heavy thoughts. The moment he stepped onto the bridge, Chang Xi felt a sense of tearing from the world in his memory, as if he would walk onto this bridge and forget everything he had in his lifetime.

Chang Xi's thoughts became farther away. He remembered the feeling that he was inexplicably close to the world in front of him when he was only at Qi Refining Realm on the streets of Qingyang City, smilingly took the pancake handed by his boss. He still remembered it fresh.

"Those are my most precious memories. A mere Naihe Bridge that is just a dead thing. What kind of virtue can you take away my memories!"

There seemed to be a heavy pound under Chang Xi's feet. While he used great perseverance to resist the pain of tearing memories, he took steps on the Naihe Bridge. The people behind Chang Xi who walked on the Naihe Bridge were a little resistant to the tearing feeling at first, but soon they gave up on resisting. With each step, the light representing the mind on his face and eyes became weaker and weaker until it was almost gone in the end.

Meng Po sat on the other end of Naihe Bridge, but the so-called word "Po" always seems to be inappropriate for such a beautiful woman. It turns out that Meng Po is not the yin envoy who has a waxy face and a cane that is passed down from the mouth of the people in the world. She is actually a dignified beautiful woman with a beauty that can be called a disaster to the country and the people.

Meng Po, who is wearing a pink and red dress, is like the most dazzling flower on the road to the underworld. A spoonful of tears of love, hate, and love in the world and the Meng Po soup boiled by the water of the Forgetful River will be forgotten. All the joys and sorrows of this life will be turned into passing clouds and smoke, and the ups and downs of a lifetime will be forgotten with this bowl of Meng Po soup.

This word "forget" is rare and hard to let go. The gurgling river of Forget River echoes in his ears, and all kinds of flavors cannot be tasted in the world. Meng Po asked softly for every dead soul walking across Naihe Bridge, his face was quiet and without a trace of impatient.

After receiving the answer from the dead souls, Meng Po scooped out a bowl of Meng Po soup from a large cauldron beside them for them to drink.

Just like Meng Po’s red lips blooming on the other side of the underworld road, the sound of songs gradually rose.

"Who says, don't forget each other, don't forget each other."

"Who ever thought of returning to his hometown?"

"Whose ears echo the sad voice?"

"A lifetime of ups and downs and downs are half absurd."

"Look, the appearance of sentient beings."

"Sigh, joy and sorrow"

"Cook the turbid soup for thousands of years, and leave it alone, and be empty."

"The Netherland outside the Six Bridges."

"Greedy and delusional."

"Stay lonely and lonely in the cold terrace, cross the world, and pass by the hometown."

"Stop the world of troubles."

"In the past, the willows in Jiangnan are fragrant in the past."

"Who has promised a long and endless love?"

"I woke up in a dream and burst into tears."

"It's better to drink the soup in the cup with me."

"From now on, we forget each other without any harm or confusion."

The song was deeply touching, as if it could directly reach the softest and most affectionate parts of the dead souls, making people cry. The ghost messengers on the banks of the Forgetful River seemed to be in awe of this beautiful Meng Po. Even the red ghost messenger who had pierced the woman with a steel fork before without mercy, was half-kneeling on the ground, and his face changed from hideous to piety, and bowed his head to the bright red figure on the Naihe Bridge.

However, this song was disrupted by some discordant notes.

The formation in Chang Xi's body that was hastily blocked the prohibition of the Spirit Sea was finally overwhelmed. At this moment, it shattered. The surging spiritual power flow in the Spirit Sea flowed back into the limbs and bones that were already hungry and thirsty. The powerful cultivation level in the middle stage of the Nascent Soul Realm quickly returned to its peak in more than a dozen breaths. The turbulent spiritual power flow caused a gust of wind on the Naihe Bridge that made people unable to open their eyes.

Chang Xi cried out in his heart, but with the cultivation level of the Nascent Soul Middle Realm, it really helped him greatly relieve the pain of memory tearing, allowing him to finally get rid of memory tearing and successfully walk to the other end of the Naihe Bridge.

Many ghost officers on the banks of the Wangchuan River also noticed the strangeness on the Naihe Bridge and looked at each other. No one had the courage to step on the Naihe Bridge. After all, the Naihe Bridge would not independently identify who is the dead and who is the ghost officer. As long as you step on it, the outcome will be the same.

Several figures shot out from the Hall of the Reincarnation Secret Hall. Chang Xi, who had no time to cover up the breath of the realm again, looked up and saw three monks wearing brown feathered official robes looking at him coldly in the air. The aura of the three of them was different from that of the cultivators in the world. They were a little strange and cold. The aura of the Nascent Soul Realm on their bodies was ups and downs, which should be the ghost-controlling messengers in the mouths of the two ghost messengers before.

The situation next to the orderly Naihe Bridge suddenly became tense.

The familiar surging power returned to his palm, Chang Xi's eyes were slightly cold, and the cave sword in his hand quietly emerged. Although he knew that there would be no good end to fight with these three ghost-controlling messengers in the underworld where he was unfamiliar, it was impossible for him to tie him up.

It seemed that Meng Po, who was out of the matter, sang the song gently, and the dead soul walked under a tree called the collar tree next to the large cauldron of boiling Meng Po soup. On the tree were two ghosts, Pier and Hang Yiweng, who specialized in taking the clothes of the dead and hung them on the branches. The severing height of the branches determine the severity of the deceased's sins, and then according to the severity of the sins and merits, they were sent to the Hall of Yama to obey the deceased.

The two ghosts on the collar tree and the two ghosts of the snatching clothes were whistling and screaming, and they were about to fly down the tree to peel the clothes of the arrogant man. Their sins were as heavy as Chang Xi, holding the sword in his hand, looked up and his eyes were golden and majestic. The sword energy was squirming at the Naihe Bridge. Chang Xi shouted: "You two try to move again?"

Only the two ghosts with the cultivation level of the Golden Dan Realm met the pair of eyes full of dragon power, and immediately screamed and flew back to the tree and shivered.

Meng Po, who had been making soup at the bridge head of Naihe, rarely raised her head. The woman had a few phoenix hairpins in her hair bun, and she had a deep pool of clear water eyes. The golden light reflected in the clear water. She scooped a spoon with one hand and raised it from the red sleeves with the other hand, as if to let the three ghost-controlling messengers behind her who were about to take action to capture Chang Xi.

When the three ghost control envoys saw Meng Po’s swaying arm, they even asked without even asking questions and bowed their heads and took a few steps back.

The low-ranking ghost had no idea where the thin Meng Po from Naiheqiao came from, but it did not mean that the three ghost-controlling messengers were unaware of it.

In ancient times, there was a magnificent period called the "Mythical Age" in heaven and earth, and the tribal leaders or tribal alliance leaders who made outstanding contributions to the human race were born. They were respected by later generations as the "Three Sovereigns and Five Emperors".

This Mengpo is the daughter of Emperor Yao among the Three Sovereigns and Five Emperors. She has a noble birth and later married Emperor Shun. Unfortunately, Emperor Shun died young, so Mengpo cried and mourned Emperor Shun every day on the banks of the Wangchuan River. Later, Emperor Tianqi Rensheng, who was in charge of countless creatures in the underworld, made an exception and let Mengpo stay in Naihe Bridge.

Such a woman who has an extremely close relationship with two of the ancient Five Emperors, even the Emperor Yama who is in charge of the Great Hell in the Hall of Yama behind her is slightly inferior.

Meng Po, who was so noble that she could meet the Ten Palaces of Hell in the Underworld, looked at Chang Xi's head and sighed with a long sigh.
Chapter completed!