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On the shore of the Dead Sea, An Qisheng stood with his hands down, his ghost silhouette reflected in his eyes.

The Netherworld was developed by the ancient Changfeng. It takes its own interior world as the core and accommodates 90% of the world at that time.

Later, he hangs the world under the world and turns into a ghost.

There are many thresholds in the inside, just to clean up all the evil anger in the world.

The Nether Sea is one of them and the most important.

All the dead souls between heaven and earth come through the Yinsi City God, or the Yinji Ghosts. The first step is to pass through this sea of ​​ghosts. This sea is extremely small, and it is determined by the amount of anger and resentment in the body.

As soon as this sea passed, ninety percent of his body was washed away.

Therefore, if there is no one to ferry this ghostly dead sea, even if the primal spirit and the Fa, even the pure one, cannot pass through.

Because this is where the 'Dao' of the Nether Mansion King is.

Crossing is just like contending with the Nether Mansion King.

Therefore, at this time, I saw the ghost boat floating, but no one ferryed, the face of the few people who knew about the nether changed slightly.

"Oops, Netherworld has lost contact for too long, and there are no ferrymen here!"

Ming Xin Dao's face changed slightly.

The Nether Sea is not ordinary seawater, but a collection of all evils and hatreds from ancient times to the present, which is not something ordinary people can manipulate.

One is not good, Mo said it fell into the sea. Even if it was a wave, only An Qisheng could be safe.

"It's not a big problem."

Wei Shaoyou smiled ‘hey’.

"Ok?"

The open-minded Taoist is doubting himself.

Just heard a hoarse voice:

"It turns out that the real person wanted me to come here for this chore?"

However, Yan Xiake opened the cloak he wore for ninety years, revealing the crystal skeleton that cannot be compared with the most perfect crystal in the world.

"White, bone-boned demon?"

The Mingxin Taoist was startled: "Gold, silver, copper, iron, jade, crystal, you, you are only one step away from refining to death!"

His heart is incredible, this look is clearly the appearance of the bone-bone demons practicing to the peak!

"Your little Taoist, you have a bit of eyesight."

Yan Xiake smiled with a smile and shivered in his eyes.

"You can work hard. It's not up to you to ferry this errand."

An Qisheng chuckled.

The sea of ​​the nether world cannot be crossed. This is not a legend, but a rule. The rules of the nether world, even if it is the rule of the netherworld man himself, must obey the rules.

He naturally went to the countryside to follow the custom.

Of course he fiddled with this boat, but he just had ready-made labor, so why should he do it himself?

Yan Xiake shook his head, but there was nothing to resist.

He was also eager to try something he had never touched before.

Call ~

At this time, the ghost boat in the Dead Sea had already broken through the waves, splashing black ink droplets at the starting point, the scary Wei Shaoyou, and the Mingdao Dao Tong retreated one after another.

An Qisheng waved his hand, and the splashing water droplets had already flown towards him, and turned into a dark water ball with a dangerous atmosphere on his palm.

嗤嗤嗤 ~

Visible to the naked eye, there was violent friction above the water polo, faintly, as if thousands of demons struggled and roared in it.

"This sea has some meaning, no wonder it can suppress that 険" ... "

An Qisheng glanced at him, and threw it into the sea.

This side of the sea contains all the evil spirits in the world from ancient times to the present. It seems to have no weight, but in fact, the weight is greater than imagined.

Dripping water is heavier than mountains, not only can it erode the Yuanshen, but also kill the flesh, to a certain extent, it can also be regarded as a natural treasure.

In fact, it ’s not that there is no evil cultivation to think about taking this water to practice the method. It ’s just that the water is not yin to evil, and it is in a nether world.

Those who dare to come are buried in it.

Bury the nether seabed with the ‘虺’ who is known as the emperor ’s tenth survivor.

"Ji" was suppressed on the bottom of this nether sea? "

Wei Shaoyou took a breath, some scalp tingling.

But he knew that with the netherworld monastery as the node, it would be a few years before and after, and the ten great demons should have been awakened, otherwise it would not be possible to be born in the next two hundred years.

In other words, this one is known as the Emperor's Tenth Heavenly King, and the most murderous "虺" has recovered now.

If he was suddenly rushed when he waited for someone to cross the sea, the situation would be extremely dangerous.

"Emperor, Emperor Tenth?"

Hearing this name, Mingxin Taoist also changed his complexion suddenly, and looked at the Dead Sea as if he had seen a ghost.

"Master, dangerous ..."

The yellow dog lying on An Qisheng's shoulders also stood up at once, with hair all over his body erected, obviously also greatly shocked.

The name of the Emperor Tenshi is too big, especially for non-life spirits.

It was Yan Xiake, but nothing seemed to happen.

One leaned over, jumped on that ghost boat, picked up the paddle with his hand and danced twice, laughing and cursing: "This thing is really heavy and heavy, is the group of ferry people all really Yuanshen real people?"

"Crossing the sea."

An Qisheng paced onto the ship, Wei Shaoyou hesitated for a moment, and followed up with the Mingxin Taoist.

On board the ship, the scene in front of him changed again.

They were only a few feet apart. The coast they had set up before was actually covered in mist. They looked around, and the world was as dark as ink, without any light or color.

As soon as they got on the boat, several people suddenly felt a little dizzy, and their hearts were mixed with all sorts of thoughts, as if they were chaotic.

"Concentrate, quiet."

Wei Shaoyou and Ming Xin Dao were in a trance, and their shoulders were heavy, and they sat down cross-legged involuntarily.

"The Nether Sea does not cross the undead. Although you two have supernatural powers, but too much mind, you can use this opportunity to polish one or two."

An Qi stood on the deck, looking far away.

This is not a sea of ​​substance. To a certain extent, this is a sea of ​​nothingness and a very evil land in the world.

Its boundlessness, because the heart is boundless, the sins are endless.

Those who ca n’t see through the shadows and resentment, and who are not transparent enough to cross the sea, are able to suppress the ‘虺’, which is known as the emperor ’s ten emperors and kills the most murderous.

People's hearts are both light and heavy.

Those who see through are as light as hongmao, those who cannot see through are as heavy as Xingyue.

At this time, in the eyes of An Qisheng, there was a huge behemoth unknown to the bottom of the sea of ​​silence.

Like a snake, not a snake, like a dragon, not a dragon, it has the characteristics of thousands of fierce beasts, extremely strange and evil.

At this time, this evil demon is in silence, and the fluctuation of this law of death is due to its occasional shaking.

Compared to ‘Toad’, this ‘虺’ has sealed the town more thoroughly.

"This paddle is too heavy ..."

Shake halfway. Rao is Yan Xiake's cultivation behavior at this time, and his tired skeleton rang out.

"It's not the weight of the paddle, but your heart that is uncertain."

An Qisheng glanced at Yan Xiake.

Yan Xiake is undoubtedly a wise man. After six decades of hard work, Yan's mood will be still.

Nothing but what he guessed.

"Ugh!"

After hearing this, Yan Xiake sighed for a long time:

"Still conceal the real person."

Call ~

A cloudy wind blew, and a hint of gray appeared on Yan Xiake's crystal-clear skeleton, disappearing in an instant.

This is not the wind blowing into his body, but the wind taking away something from his body, as well as Wei Shaoyou and the Ming Taoist.

This is the misunderstanding in their hearts, the filth in their souls.

But don't think it's a good thing, because this yin wind has no discerning ability, it will continue to blow, until there are no impurities in your soul, and no thoughts in your heart.

"Yan knows the magical powers of real people, but if it is just settled down today, if the real people have a hard work in ninety years, they will be buried forever."

Yan Xiake said, but did not stop.

Shaking the oar, the ghost boat waved through the waves, passing through the heavy mist.

But it seems that the Dead Sea really has no end, letting the ghost boat break through the waves, still can't see the end.

After hearing Yan Xiake's concerns, An Qisheng chuckled:

"Do you think I came to thank Qi Qiqi?"

"Isn't it?"

Yan Xiake's heart moved.

He is worried, but that's it.

For thousands of years, I do n’t know how many Yuanshen have to enter the Netherworld at the end, or to trace the footsteps of the Netherworld Mansion, or to find another way above the Yuanshen.

But all the masters were planted in the ghost without any surprise.

For thousands of years, there have been mortal or low-cultivation practitioners who have strayed into the nether world and returned to the sun, but there is no real person who can enter the nether world and live out!

Without exception!

Although An Qisheng didn't express his words, this is no secret to the discerning person.

Looking for a book in Netherworld?

There is only one famous book in Netherworld ...

That is the legendary book of reincarnation of life and death under the control of the underworld man!

"I'm here for Xieqi."

An Qisheng's eyes were calm and he slowly said:

"But it's not that I'm looking for him ......."

"what?"

Yan Xiake's eyes flashed in his eyes.

call!

An Qisheng explained one sentence, and he didn't say much. The sleeve robe fluttered in the air.

嗤 ~

A faint red light flickered at once, and then, in countless ways of ghosts crying, the sky before the ghost boat seemed to be split open by the sky knife.

I don't know how much it stretches.

Yan Xia Ke looked up and down, along the endless knife mark, looming, UU reading www.uukanshu.com seemed to see a touch of white light.

That is.....

"Someone's picking up, don't hurry?"

Seeing Yan Xiake still stunned, An Qisheng patted his shoulder gently.

Kaka Kaka ~~~

Visible to the naked eye, Yan Xiake's skeleton trembles madly, and then emits terror force.

Between the sound of the broken air sound, this ghost boat had already moved along where the knife mark was, tens of miles in a blink of an eye, and hurried away.

Guru ~~~

After the ghost boat disappeared, another moment passed.

Somewhere on the surface of the Dead Sea, a large stream of large bubbles such as water boiling suddenly appeared, and then the layers of ripples slowly spread.

Deep in the sea of ​​death, no one can see, a pair of scarlet huge, contains endless tyrannical eyes.

Suddenly opened!