Chapter 58 Lord of the Netherworld!

Upon hearing this, Pei Ling did not reply immediately. After the system hosting was completed, he had turned his body over and headed towards the light spot.

At the moment, this dark figure stood in front of him, and when he looked up, it seemed to be the boatman of this small boat.

It seems that from the beginning, I have been on the boat...

How should senior ‘Damage’ answer?Pei Ling asked quickly.

The misfortune stared at the boatman's figure and said in uncertain voice transmission: I don't know.

Wait for a while and see what the situation is.

Pei Ling nodded slightly and then stopped talking.

The boat suddenly fell into silence, with the turbid yellow water flowing around it, and a turbid and cold air filled with the surging sound.

Above the river, the fog churned, sometimes thick and sometimes light, floating like a veil.

The boatman also said nothing, but just kept facing Pei Ling, as if he was still waiting for the response from three people and one ghost.

The hull was gently turbulent on the water, swaying in circles of ripples.

The river surface is rippled like wrinkles and flows rapidly, but the boat always stays in its original place without any intention of moving.

The two sides were in a stalemate for about a stick of incense, everything was peaceful and nothing unexpected happened.

At this time, the disaster suddenly transmitted a message: The ship still did not move.

The duty of the person in front of him should be to drive this boat.

If you don’t answer, you won’t have any trouble, but you will be trapped in the underworld.

Now that I want to leave here, I must give a direction.

Continue to go back, there is the depths of the underworld.

Going forward is leaving the underworld.

Pei Ling looked calm. He entered the Netherworld this time to find Senior Kong Meng.

At present, Senior Kong Meng's position is still far behind.

In this situation, we naturally have to go to the depths of the underworld...

Thinking of this, Pei Ling looked at the boatman and quickly said: Go to the depths of the underworld.

The boatman immediately responded coldly: OK.

After speaking, he bowed slightly and began to row the miserable white oars.

Crazy...

The turbid yellow river water was moved, pouring down from the oars, splashing out a dot of water on the river surface.

In an instant, the coldness became even worse and the mist was misty.

The boat slowly headed back.

There are blurred shadows reflected on the river.

A boat is like a leaf, Pei Ling, Ji Shuang'er, Mo Gui and Fu all stand with their backs facing the depths of the underworld.

The reflection bow was empty and nothing.

The cold and cold are like a tide, surging.

The rich and dead spirit swept across, dimming the surrounding scene.

The underworld is vast and flowing.

Cui Wei's giant mountain gradually drooped, like a continuous stone stalactite, with invisible pressure like a huge sharp blade, and its sharpness was like a knife, as if it was about to cut the entire river surface into several segments.

The bitter evil spirit came to my face, and the boat was like a swimming fish swimming by the sharp blade.

Crazy... Crazy...

As the ships marched, the shadows of the giant mountains gradually faded away.

Soon, a forest on the water appeared in front of him.

After getting closer, I realized that it was countless hanging hair.

The origin is unknown, as black as ink, as dense as seaweed, and strands spread throughout the entire river.

Between the hair, there were red and white figures appearing in a row.

A pair of eyes, staring at the boat.

The boatman continued to row the boat and sank straight into it.

It seemed like entering a tent.

The hair was extremely softly separated to the sides, giving way for the boat.

The chill was in an instant.

The gray-black frost and snow immediately appeared on the boat, and continued to climb along the deck. Soon, the entire boat was wrapped in layers of thick gray-black frost and snow.

Long and short ice hulls hang down on the black tent.

The entire ship seemed to have a huge ice shell, which sank a little into the water, making it look particularly bulky.

Just when the three of them were wary and ready to take action at any time, the front lit up slightly, but it had already passed through this dense forest-like hair.

Figures in red and white clothes stopped in their hair, and countless eyes opened, quietly watching the ship leave.

But it seems that nothing has been done.

Crazy... Crazy...

All the fields were silent, but the sound of water sounded intermittently, which made people feel palpitations.

In a moment, huge skeletons emerged from the fog.

These skeletons are huge in size and are unaware of how deep they are, and they are poked out from the bottom of the underworld.

It seems like mountains or islands, scattered on the vast river surface.

The bones are weird in shape and it is difficult to see the ethnic groups during their lifetime.

The dark mist lingers, making it look more white and terrifying.

The boat passed through it, and before I knew it, there were black crows standing on all the bones exposed to the water.

These birds are as white as ink, but their eyes are as pale as if they are transformed by bones.

They stood quietly on the bones that had existed for countless years, and their dense eyes were all looking at the boat.

As the ship passed, the bird's heads were moved neatly.

Like the red and white figures just now, they did nothing.

But on the boat, the gray-black frost shell seemed to be a little thicker.

The turbid yellow river water spread over the deck little by little. If it weren't for the ice layer being separated, it would almost have soaked into the soles of three people and one ghost.

Crazy... Crazy...

The boatman rowed the oars, left the bones, and continued to move towards the distance.

Thousands of ink-colored birds watched quietly, and after a long time, they completely disappeared into the fog.

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 bite.

The boat was like an arrow, moving forward rapidly, heading towards it...

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Netherworld.

The fog is surging and the mist is everywhere.

A series of black-topped boats appeared from the fog, layering ripples, breaking through the calmness of the river, like a gathering of fish.

The cold wind whistles, bringing a faint fishy wind, like the breath of living creatures when they are slaughtered.

Crazy...

The sound of water was huge, and countless small boats were moving rapidly towards the rear, and human figures were sitting on each small boat.

These human races all wear golden armor, and the real fire burns on the armor.

They face the place where they come from and face the underworld, with a perfect meaning, almost as real as the essence, and the ethereal and lofty aura constantly dispels the dead and cold rising from all around.

At the bow of each small boat, there was a golden armored human race standing. They held their hands with slight bows, as if they were holding something, and could exert force at any time.

There are ripples on the surface of the turbid Yellow River. In the broken and blurred reflections, the figures on the bow of the boat are all human-like. They wear wide-brimmed hats and thick shadows fall on the brim of the hats, covering their faces, wearing straw raincoats, and blocking their bodies.

With his arms hidden, he held a white oar, and the oars sank into the river, as if he was moving away at any time.

Bang!

The bottle felt the ship's movement and swept across the left and right from the corner of his eyes.

On the ship where he is, there are five figures in total, including him.

A human race in mai was standing alone at the bow of the boat, bowing and holding it without moving.

The remaining four people were squeezed at the stern.

Gu Miao and Kong Meng are both in it.

After Yin Jiang, Xiang Zai and Chui Yu fell, they were invited to his team by Guan.

Now that we have cooperated with each other along the way.

At this moment, there is no need to remind everyone, and they all looked alert, their muscles tightened inch by inch, and they were ready to start a war at any time.

Suddenly, a swaying reflection in the water suddenly appeared with an extremely fast black shadow. It opened its huge mouth full of white and sharp teeth and bit the heads of the four people at the stern of the boat!

The bottle on the boat immediately noticed something, and immediately took action. The iron rod slashed through the void, making a sharp roar, and smashed it hard towards the void above their heads.

Wow!!!

The iron rod passed by without any obstacle, as if it had touched nothing, but a dull wail sounded, cold and full of resentment.

As the reflection in the water swayed, a ray of crimson blood stain appeared, spreading rapidly, scattering into the turbid yellow.

The next moment, in the blood, pale and thin arms stretched out, as if they were randomly broken branches, and like insects' feet, they all grabbed the boat and the figures on the boat.

However, they had just made some moves, and before they could touch the boat and the figure, they were engulfed by dense sword energy, magic and true fire.

But Gu Miao, Kong Meng and the remaining human monks all reacted and quickly joined the battle!

Boom boom boom boom...

After a fierce battle that was like rain, all the ghost hands, together with the blood stains, seemed to have never appeared.

The turbid yellow water flows back to its flow rate. In the shaking and broken reflections, the winding scene, except for the appearance of the bow of the ship, is no longer abnormal.

The sound of the bottle is low: It's almost time to get to the place.

The next battles will increase!

Gu Miao, Kong Meng and the other two human monks all nodded slightly.

At present, they all have the immortal throne, and their strength is far beyond ordinary comparison. As long as they are not found by cunning, these ghosts in the underworld cannot stop them!

Thinking of this, Gu Miao immediately asked: Where is the place after the Yellow Spring?

What should I pay attention to when I wait?

In a deep voice, the underworld is the real place.

Thirteen cities in Youdu!

By then, wait for the king's order!

The only thing to note now is that one person must be left on each ship.

Kong Meng asked quickly: Senior, is this to be able to return at that time?

Zun shook his head and said lightly: No.

This time, I won the attack on Youming and I can go back no matter how hard it is.

If you lose, you will be wiped out!

Staying people is not for the retreat, but for the fight for the ferryman's immortal position!

The Immortal Position of Ferryer?

Gu Miao and Kong Meng were both stunned when they heard this.

After reacting, the two quickly looked at each other. Kong Meng immediately spoke and asked again: How dare you ask senior, what is the immortal position of the ferryman?

The nine major sects in Panya Realm can communicate with the upper realm.

Naturally, I have some understanding of the matter of immortal responsibilities.

After becoming an immortal, there is a huge gap between immortals with immortal abilities and immortals without immortal abilities, even like a world of ecstasy!

Although this is an immortal position in the past years, as long as it is suitable, you can still compete!

Guan Jing explained calmly: If a living wants to step into the underworld, he needs to go through the triple test.

Lead the true fire of Fusang to illuminate the quiet road; then cross this yellow spring to open the darkness; when entering and leaving, you must remember to live and die in front of you and "not return".

The long river in front of you is the underworld.

We cannot drive the boat in the yellow spring.

Only the ferryman can control it and can pass through life and death.

Now, the one standing at the bow of the boat is the ferryman of our small boat.

We are able to arrive here safely because we have occupied the Immortal Staff of Ferry.

If you stand on this ship, you are the real ferryman...

Then what we have to face is not as relaxed as it is now!

Upon hearing this, Gu Miao and Kong Meng immediately understood that this immortal position was equivalent to being responsible for the return of life and death.

However, there is no Netherworld in later generations.

Everything that symbolizes death is controlled by the two taboos of Yousu Tomb and the Wei Sang...

Just as they were talking, more and more weird things appeared in the reflection.

There were large clusters of algae, which seemed to be long tangled together, quietly emerging. Then, the shadows of them seemed to be open big nets covering the entire ship.

There are countless bones and claws, all of which are catching the boat.

There are also scarlet vines hanging like waterfalls, almost drowning the boat and the figures...

Gu Miao's sword box on his back roared, the cold light was out of the sheath, the cold light cut through the darkness, and the cold sword energy roared into this world, roaring and slashing the river surface with the power of thunder!

The turbid Yellow River water splashed like rain, and the turbulent flowed, and black and red blood stains were like fountains of large and small, gushing out almost at the same time, dyeing the river water into a short ink color.

At the same time, another human monk took action, and the real fire all over his body suddenly surged, burning nothingness on everyone's heads.

The red gold fire was blazing, and it suddenly jumped in nothingness, constantly swallowing everything that they could not see in their eyes.

Holding an iron rod in hand, staring at the swaying reflections, ready to sweep the formation at any time.

The air is hazy. When the sleeves of the robe are brushed, countless flowers and branches grow from the river surface, with white roots sinking into the river water and entangling all things.

Shadows appear from the river.

It was like a migrating fish, densely packed with weirdness, coming from the bottom of the river, from the distance, from the fog....

The gray-black snowflakes were floating, and frost spread on the boats.

Things in the underworld seem endless.

Zun, Gu Miao, Kong Meng... suddenly had no time to speak, and they all used their means and devoted themselves to the fierce battle.

No one said a word in the noise, only dense spells, magical powers, sword energy, and talismans shone brightly, illuminating a dark corner.

The crimson blood stains kept reflecting, and occasionally the fresh blood of the human race fell into the water, causing countless black shadows to compete for.

The muffled sounds continued, and the turbid Yellow River water swayed wildly. The reflections were broken, with pale claws, scarlet vines, dark shadows, blue ghost fire, and green vertical pupils... All of this was bizarre, like a tide soaring, surrounding the ships and the figures above, as if they were endless.

Boom boom boom boom...

A celebrity took action wildly, and countless attacks continued to fall to the river and nothingness.

I don’t know how long it took, and the deceased suddenly disappeared.

The fierce battle just now seemed to be awakened from a nightmare. After waking up, I saw the river surging and the fields were silent.

Without any hesitation, all human races should immediately seize the time to restore their immortal power.

Crazy... Crazy...

The water in the yellow spring flows as before, the scattered fog, the exposed river surface is turbid, yellow and empty.

However, the reflection in the water was so powerful.

Thirteen extremely majestic cities are quietly reflected on the vast river!

Each of these thirteen cities is majestic, like a huge mountain standing in the vast reflection.

The colors of the city are like ink, dark mist, like mountains, mist, clouds, and mountains, lingering and detouring, covering up half of the details.

Only the ferocious city gates are clearly visible, all of which are dark and deep, weird and terrifying, as if they contain endless sneaks.

The city at the farthest is also the most solemn and magnificent of the thirteen cities. The outline is also blurred. It looks like a huge shadow, spreading all the rivers in the distance, almost swallowing up all of this!

Between the cities, the water flows gurgling, and shadows are like living things, twisting and squirming, as if they will jump up anytime and anywhere, and choose people to eat them.

The vast boats are as slim as dust, and like trickles of winding, like inconspicuous ants under the majestic city.

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The deepest part of the Thirteen Cities is the capital city.

Huge darkness enveloped the entire city, dead silent as the substance, dark mist lingering like a tide.

In the center of the city, there are dark palaces, towering and continuous, quietly crawling.

Step, step, step...

The subtle sound of footsteps broke the silence here.

A pair of red vertical pupils suddenly opened.

The vertical pupils were hundreds of feet high, like a huge torch, illuminating the wide square in an instant.

I saw three dark figures slowly coming in the empty square.

These three are full of death energy, wearing a black robe, and under the hood, they are empty, but the yin energy is rich, almost as solid as the essence.

It is the deceased who participated in the Wanxian Society before.

The three dead went to the edge of the square, raised their heads slightly, and looked at the vertical pupils.

The master of vertical pupils is huge and winding, with fine scales and sharp diagonals on the top of his head shining with each other, shining with a creepy light in the darkness.

Its body is like a snake and a dragon, which is in a nine-curve shape, winding and lingering, bringing all the palaces into it.

What's the matter?

The muffled thunder sounded loudly.

The three dead stopped their pace and nodded slightly toward their vertical pupils.

The deceased leader said coldly: The meeting of Ten Thousand Immortals has ended.

I will report to my lord about the situation of the Immortal Association.

And the will of the Immortal Lord "Li Luo".

The vertical pupils quietly overlooked them.

In a moment, the huge body moved like flowing water, and the vertical pupils floated to the side, leaving the road open.

The mist behind suddenly dissipated, and a towering portal stood in awe!

That portal uses skulls, and thousands of ethnic groups are all among them!

The white color has already grown ink marks, as if it has been through countless years.

There were blood stains spreading in it, dark eye sockets and ghost fire swaying.

The cold breath seemed to have become a substance, and the gray and black snowflakes were surging, almost frozen in their souls.

The portal has opened, and there is a bottomless darkness inside.

Deadly silent and cold.

The three dead strode forward and walked in without hesitation.

They entered a pure darkness in an instant.

There is no up, down, left, left, and no scene, or even no thoughts... Everything around me is dark.

Step, step, step...

The subtle footsteps echoed monotonically in the darkness, and before they knew it, they walked on a tall corridor.

On both sides of the corridor, bone columns are like forests, and the pale lights illuminate all kinds of strange shadows.

Apart from the three dead, the place is extremely spacious and there are no other creatures or dead.

It's deserted, lonely, cold...

In a moment, three dead people walked into a majestic and vast palace.

This vast hall is extremely high and steep, and the roof of the hall is almost about to cover the clouds.

Countless white bone columns rise from the sky, with dark branches and leaves, dense and dense, hanging from the top of the hall, as if they were brocade tabernacles, scattered layer by layer.

The flowers, which are as red as blood and as white as bones, bloom enchantingly on both sides of the Guang Hall.

The flowers are filled with petals and ink, like roses and flesh and blood of living beings.

The smell of fishy and sweet fills the hall.

The red and white intertwined, as if there was a surging tide, surging below the level 99,999 Danmu.

The ink-colored elixir is like casting black iron, and each level is covered with dense blood-colored cloud seals, like curse, like disaster, like death, like disaster...

The top is a throne as huge as a mountain.

The throne is pitch black, with ancient patterns intertwined with red gold and scarlet red flowing on it.

At this moment, a majestic figure sat upright on the throne.

He is a human-like person, wearing twelve Liús on his head and his face is hidden in Liú beads. He is not clearly seen. His mysterious shirt and twelve chapters are shining with twelve chapters, his jade belt is shining and his seal is hanging on his knees.

Majestic, grand, solemn, solemn, deadly, cold, magnificent...

The moment I saw this figure, indescribable awe, obedience, and worship immediately surged into my heart, as if indescribable power was urging me to bow down.

It also seemed to be respected from the bottom of my heart, and I couldn't wait to kneel down.

It is like a small person who sees greatness, who almost immediately abandons everything and pays all the price to follow...

He did not put a word in his meditation, did not make any moves, but it was like the destination of all things, and was the end of all beings. The living instinctively wanted to devote himself to his foot; the dead instinctively wanted to fall under his pill.

This is the Lord of the Netherworld!

The three dead fell to the ground without any hesitation and said in a deep voice: Pay a visit to my Lord!

Now there is a meeting of the Ten Thousand Immortals, and we cannot concentrate on ourselves.

Trouble my Lord, please forgive me for your sins!

The Lord of Guang Palace was silent and there was no response.

On the throne, the Lord of the Netherworld remained motionless.

Seeing that the Lord of Netherworld had not sued the crime, the deceased, the leader continued to report: This time we participated in the Ten Thousand Immortals Association, the Immortal Lord "Li Luo" only said two things.

The first is to find the whereabouts of the heavenly tribulation.

The second is to deal with immortals who violate the Heavenly Principle.

The clues of the heavenly tribulation have now been discovered from a human race.

Many immortals who violate the Heavenly Principle have also been dealt with.

But several major families were not affected.

Besides, there is something very weird!

Three human races participated in this Ten Thousand Immortals Conference, and the seats were extremely high.

Those three human races have no high cultivation level, but are arrogant.

Not only did he speak wildly, he wanted to kill Jianmu, Fusang, and enslave the Dragon Clan, but the human clan in the head also violated Tiangang in front of the Immortal Lord!

There may be more than one heavenly guide he has violated.

Among the four immortals, the "Li Luo" immortal is to some extent the incarnation of the heavenly way, where the heavenly priest is!

Disobeying the Heavenly Principle is disobeying the Immortal Lord "Li Luo"!

Since ancient times, even if the Immortal Lord’s confidant subordinate violates the Heavenly Principle, it will be a situation where the Tao will be eliminated if it is dead!

But the three human races were not only peaceful, but the two people who spoke wildly were also sent away by the Immortal Lord.

Although the human race in the lead was taken away by the Immortal Lord, depending on the Immortal Lord's meaning, I am afraid that it will help him become an immortal...

That human race did provide clues to the heavenly tribulation.

But this matter is still full of doubts and is unusual!

Now the immortals are talking privately, and they don’t know the true will of the Immortal Lord Li Luo…

After speaking, the three dead kept kneeling on the ground and waited quietly.

The needles can be heard in the quiet part in the Guang Hall, and the crown beads hang low on the elixir, without any shaking.

The red and white flowers under the steps are blooming like a tide, the branches and leaves on the top of the hall are winding, the high and steep hall is as silent as a cemetery, and there is no movement at all.

In a moment, the three dead immediately understood and the Lord of the Underworld was always happy and quiet.

They can't continue to disturb here...

So, the deceased in the head kowtowed and said: My lord Yongning, we will leave!

The three dead saluted each other and then quietly retreated.

The white flames burned quietly, illuminating the Guang Hall like a painting, every grass and a tree, every beam and a pillar, as if solidified.

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Outside the Guang Hall.

Step, step, step...

The three dead slowly walked out of the substantial darkness, looking into the darkness, with only a pair of huge vertical pupils looking down at them coldly.

When they left the palace and stepped onto the square, their vertical pupils floated down, blocking the entrance again.

At this time, among the three dead, the one on the left, said in a low voice: There are many living people who have entered the underworld.

The vertical pupils remained motionless, and the thunderous voice sounded: I am only responsible for guarding my lord.

Don’t bother with the rest!

The three dead nodded slightly, and the dead on the far right hissed: Such a small matter, you don’t need to disturb my master.

We'll go and solve it.

The vertical pupils slowly closed and ignored them.

The three dead quickly passed through the square and left quietly.

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The underworld is rolling and the sound of water is clamoring.

Cold waves bloom on the river, shattering countless reflections.

The thick fog is like a curtain, covering the field of view.

Ripples appeared on the surface of the turbid yellow water, and a small boat spread out through the waves and floated out.

Pei Ling, Mo Lilan, Mo Gui and Fu stood at the stern of the boat with his back to the depths of the underworld, separated by a black tent, and stood a boatman wearing a straw raincoat and a hat on the bow. He kept rowing the pale oars and driving the boat to move quickly.

The boat at this moment was wrapped in gray-black frost and snow.

The frost and snow are crystal clear, like flawless ink crystals. The yin and cold atmosphere is extremely heavy, and layers of ice hang down, stacking them up.

The surrounding fog was almost as solid as it was, as if it was a heavy veil, densely covered.

Along the way, the boat passed through many bizarre places and saw countless figures.

However, no ghost attacked them, nor did they encounter any other dangers.

I don’t know how long it took to this thick fog. Gradually, the surrounding scenery began to become clear. The fog faded away, and there were rugged river banks in the distance, which appeared rugged.

Huh... Huh... Huh... Huh...

The boatman shook the oars and let the boat dock.

Bang.

With a muffled sound, the stern of the boat touched the real thing, and the boatman's voice was cold: You can get off the boat.

Upon hearing this, Pei Ling immediately opened his mind and quickly realized that the land behind him was deserted, with no grass growing, and the terrain was steep, as if composed of countless mountains and ridges. All the mountains were crisscrossed and gathered towards the distance.

This land is extremely huge in perception and cannot detect the end at all. It is dead silent and has no trace of creatures or dead.

It gives Pei Ling a sense of indescribable weirdness.

Moreover, the chess pieces representing Senior Kong Meng and Senior Gu Miao in his mind are not here at all!

In the current situation, either these two seniors went to the wrong place, or it was his side...

Thinking of this, Pei Ling had no intention of getting off the boat, but quickly sent a message and asked: "Senior ", "Damn", behind me... is the depths of the underworld?

The disaster also did not get up and got off the boat, and immediately sent a voice to reply: The breath is different from Yousu Tomb.

But this is a prehistoric place, and I can't confirm it either.

Pei Ling nodded, then looked at the boatman and said coldly: The place is wrong!

What we are going to is the depths of the underworld, not here!

The boatman's voice was cold and his tone was not fluctuating at all: You can get off the boat.

Upon hearing this, Pei Ling, Mo Lilan, Mo Gui and Fu immediately knew that the situation was wrong. The three men and one ghost looked at the boatman with a torch, and their breath was rising all over their bodies, and they were ready for a big battle.

At this time, the boatman spoke for the third time: You can get off the boat.

As soon as he finished speaking, Pei Ling suddenly felt something was wrong. He immediately lowered his head and looked at the surface of the underworld.

The river sways, and the reflection goes back and forth between broken and complete.

But I saw that under the boat, it was empty without any reflection.

On the river with mist floating in the distance, the reflection of the boat was sailing quickly towards the depths of the fog.

In the reflection, Pei Ling, Ji Shuang'er, Mo Gui and Fu were sitting at the stern of the boat.

Pei Ling's face suddenly darkened. That was the fate of the four of them!

There is something wrong with this boatman!

You can't let your fate go far!

Thinking of this, his voice immediately became cold and magnificent: Rebellion!

As the words fell, the rules in this world quietly changed.

The reflection of the boat turned back little by little along its departure track.

But at this moment, in the reflection, a familiar figure suddenly appeared in the empty bow of the ship.

The boatman has a hat and straw raincoat, holding a pale oar in his hand, and quickly rows.

The boat in the reflection stopped regressing for a moment and continued to slowly move towards the distance.

brush!

A blood-colored sword energy suddenly slashed out.

The blade light was like frost, and it instantly passed through the boatman's body.

The sword energy passed by seemed to be empty, and the boatman stood still, as if he was not hurt. He continued to speak coldly: You can get off the boat.

As soon as the words fell, the entire body suddenly began to squirm slowly.

The dense mouth spread from the other person's body, hat, straw raincoat, and oars.

The voices of countless men, women, young and old were heard from the many mouths: You can get off the boat.

It's time to get off the boat.

It's time to get off the boat...

The sharp and sharp, high-pitched silk is like a substance that penetrates into the minds of three people and one ghost!

At the same time, the entire boat also opened its mouth of thousands of large and small.

All mouths open and close and move: You can get off the boat.

It's time to get off the boat...

The boat moved slightly and immediately sank into the underworld.

One by one, vortexes quickly emerged, turning into mouths, and urged: You can get off the boat...

It's time to get off the boat...

Pei Ling's face changed, and the Nine Soul Sword was unsheathed. A blood-colored full moon immediately rose in the void above his head.

Scarlet red like water, shining through this world.

At this time, disaster and Mo Gui spoke almost at the same time: The shadow in the underworld may be the essence!

Attack the reflection in the underworld!

Hearing this, Pei Ling held the Nine-Soul Sword and slashed out with a loud bang.

The sword aura roared everywhere, like a torrent, but it included the boatman on the boat and the reflection of the boatman in the underworld!

The sharp blade whistled through the air, and the world was cold.

Once the long sword appears, the heaven and earth lose their color and everything is silent.

Looking at the moon in the cage, a line of immortals!

The cold and indifferent voice resounded through the underworld.

A blood-colored moon rose quietly above the boatman's head.

Thousands of sword intent burst out from the boatman's body.

Countless crimson blood stains turned into tiny sharp knives, gathering like flowing, pouring into the hook moon, making it quickly and perfect.

The boatman was instantly taken to form a skin bag, which was annihilated in an instant. The blood-colored moon threw into the full moon above Pei Ling's head, and the bright color shone in this place.

The small boat in the reflection returned to the boat in the blink of an eye...

After successfully regaining his fate, Pei Ling suddenly became in a daze. He opened his eyes and found himself standing on a small black-topped boat. The turbid yellow water flowed endlessly, and there was fog floating in the distance, as if hidden in the city.

Mo Lilan, Mo Gui and Fu were all like him, facing the light spot at the entrance and facing the vast river.

A figure wearing a wide hat, a straw raincoat and holding a pale oar stood at the bow of the boat.

The rugged and steep land is no longer visible.

At this time, the boatman's voice was hoarse and asked: How many, where are you going?

Upon hearing this, Pei Ling suddenly looked up, his eyes were like lightning, and he looked at the boatman coldly, his voice was cold: "Since the cause", who are you?"