Hong Huang: I, the ancestor of the dragon clan, will never come out!

The Yellow Spring Road.

The five women walked together, looking at the large fields of red spider lilies beside the Yellow Spring Road. The red red red spider lilies were very bright.

From a distance, it looked like a blood-colored carpet.

The five women talked and laughed on the Yellow Spring Road, cheering and enjoying the picturesque scenery.

I am afraid that since the birth of the underworld, they are the only ones who can feel this way when they set foot on the Yellow Spring Road.

The five women were not in a hurry to get on the road, but walked forward while enjoying the scenery.

But even so, with the weakest of the five women being in the middle stage of the Golden Immortal Realm, the speed of advancement was also extremely fast.

Not long after.

They could vaguely see the place where countless Yellow Spring Roads converged in the distance.

Unlike the Yellow Spring Ancient Road where they were walking, which was rarely walked by anyone in the ages.

Other Yellow Spring Roads were bustling with people, and the queues were very long, and the end of the queue could not be seen at a glance.

Among the teams on the Yellow Spring Road were the souls or true spirits of various strange creatures in the prehistoric world.

Hundreds of millions of ghosts were either moving forward numbly, or sobbing softly, or crying bitterly, or wailing endlessly.

There were even many souls who had cultivated themselves in their lifetime and did not accept the fact that they were dead and shouted loudly about their identity and background, but...

On both sides of the Yellow Spring Road, there were one or two ghost messengers holding ghost weapons at intervals, but they ignored these.

If they saw any dishonest ghosts, they would whip them directly and beat and scold them at any time.

And this also caused countless evil ghosts to wail miserably, making it even more noisy.

The sound of ghosts crying and wolves howling also gradually made Gui Ling and other women's good mood disappear, and they had no interest in continuing to enjoy the flowers and scenery.

Jin Ling and Gui Ling were fine. They had traveled in the prehistoric world for billions of years. Even if they had never seen such a scene of thousands of ghosts wailing, they were not in a big trouble.

But the three Xiaos are different.

Although they are all Daluo Jinxian, they can achieve Daluo Jinxian more by relying on their own talents, as well as the resources of Jiejiao and Tongtian teachings.

They have been practicing for many years and have not traveled in the prehistoric world. Such a miserable scene in front of them made the three Xiaos feel heavier.

Looking at the changes of the three Xiaos, Jin Ling and Gui Ling looked at each other, but did not say anything.

They believed that such a small matter did not require them to advise.

The millions of ghosts on the Yellow Spring Road affected the mood of Gui Ling, Jin Ling and the three Xiaos, and their existence naturally shocked countless ghost messengers and ghosts.

After all, the Yellow Spring Ancient Road they walked on had no ghosts for many years.

Five figures suddenly came from the Yellow Spring Road, and Gui Ling and the others did not hide their breath.

Anyone with a little vision can see that the five of them are living creatures.

This not only made many ghost messengers suspicious, but also gave hope to many ghosts.

"Fairy... Fairy... My father is the chief of the Snow Mountain Roaring Clan. If you save me, my father will definitely reward me handsomely."

"My Lady, I am a true disciple of the Lingxin Sect. Please take me back to the prehistoric world, and I will definitely reward you handsomely."

The ghosts who seemed quiet in the team shouted at this moment.

They all had some background identities in the prehistoric world, and they also knew something about the underworld after death.

The reason why they were quiet before was that they knew that wailing and resistance were useless.

But now...

Looking at the Gui Ling and others who came together in the distance, they also had a glimmer of hope in their hearts.

After all, there are many rumors that powerful cultivators can take souls away from the underworld and reborn in the prehistoric world.

Suddenly, everyone shouted out their background identities.

In their hearts, they prayed that they could meet an acquaintance of their own so that they could be taken back to the prehistoric world.

But...

These ghosts are destined to be disappointed.

For Jin Ling, Gui Ling and San Xiao, the background of the underworld is very clear.

Moreover, life and death are determined by fate, and they are also clear about this kind of thing.

Even if there are disciples of Jiejiao among these billions of creatures, San Xiao and Jin Ling will not take the initiative to break the rules of the underworld.

As for Gui Ling, he will not act like this.

Without any change in expression, the five women quickly passed by the ghosts and ghost messengers.

Under the gaze of billions of ghosts, ghost soldiers and ghost messengers, the five Gui Ling women stepped into the real Huangquan Road that seemed to be endless and had no edge.

On this side, the ghosts who were shouting loudly were all frozen, looking at the backs of Gui Ling and others, and felt despair.

Even...

There was a look of resentment, and they started to curse.

However...

Those who appeared from the appearance of Gui Ling and the womenThe silent ghost messenger immediately moved.

"Snap!"

"Snap!"

The tall and burly ghost messengers and ghost soldiers had ferocious faces and waved whips.

As the standard equipment of the underworld, the ghost weapon has a very strong control over the soul. Even these ghosts who had extraordinary cultivation in their lives were whipped and wailed.

There were even a few ghosts who showed resentment or cursed the departing Gui Ling and their souls, and they were whipped very thin and almost dissipated before they stopped.

Obviously.

These ghost messengers are all clear ghosts.

...

After the Gui Ling women left for a long time.

The many ghost messengers here dared to discuss in whispers.

"It's a living cultivator. I've heard that there are powerful cultivators in the prehistoric world who can come to the underworld alive, but they have been working in the underworld for so many years."

"This is the first time I've seen a living cultivator in the underworld." A ghost messenger said in a low voice.

"Don't say you, I've been a ghost messenger in the underworld for hundreds of thousands of years, isn't it the first time I've seen it!"

Another ghost messenger also said with emotion.

"What do you think... those fairies are here for?" Another ghost messenger asked curiously next to him.

"What else can they do? Of course, they are here to find their dead relatives and friends..." A ghost messenger was full of emotion.

"If I had this kind of background back then, maybe I would still be enjoying life in the prehistoric world now!"

The souls of the dead were taken away by powerful people, and the rebirth of the souls in the prehistoric world was something that even the cultivators in the prehistoric world could hear about.

The ghost soldiers and ghosts working in the underworld naturally heard more.

"You are wrong." An older ghost messenger shook his head and said, "Why do you need so many people to come to the underworld to look for dead relatives and friends?"

"Then what do you think they are doing?" The ghost messenger said unconvinced.

"I don't know, but... I know another rumor that is very similar to this one."

When the older ghost messenger said the first half of the sentence, the unconvinced ghost messenger still looked contemptuous, but when he heard the second half of the sentence, he showed curiosity.

The older ghost messenger obviously also likes to talk about such rumors, and he continued to talk without the ghost messengers around him urging him.

"This is what I heard from the ghost messenger senior when I was on duty earlier. Back then, a Taoist priest entered through the Gate of Hell and stepped into the ancient road of Huangquan..."

Before I finished speaking, I was interrupted by the ghost messenger next to me.

"The Taoist priest came from the Gate of Hell? How is it possible... The Gate of Hell can only be entered by ghosts, this is the iron rule of the underworld!"

The ghost messenger looked contemptuous.

The words "You are bragging, I don't believe it" were written on his face.

"Don't go through the gates of hell, don't go through the road to the underworld, this is also the iron rule of the underworld."

The old ghost said calmly to the ghost who refuted.

"This..."

The ghost with a look of contempt froze, not knowing what to say.

The old ghost looked calm, but he was secretly happy.

When he heard this rumor, the ghost who told the rumor refuted the questioning ghost in this way.

That scene was deeply imprinted in his heart. For so many years, he has been waiting for this scene!

Hearing the words of the old ghost, the ghosts who were listening with great interest changed their faces.

The iron-green faces that originally belonged to the ghosts suddenly became uglier, and none of them dared to speak again.

But the old ghost messenger smiled calmly and said softly: "Do you want to know who that Taoist was?"

However, no ghost messenger responded.

Obviously, just like the ghost messengers billions of years ago, these ghost messengers also realized it.

No matter which possibility it is, it breaks the iron rule of the underworld, and it is not something that these little ghost messengers can interfere with.

Although no ghost responded, the old ghost messenger did not mean to stop, but continued with great interest: "That Taoist is the one in hell..."

As soon as these words came out.

The ghost messengers who had originally frowned and dared not speak suddenly changed their colors, trembling one by one, and looking at the old ghost messenger with eyes that were clearly looking at warriors.

As a ghost messenger on duty on this Huangquan Road, how could he not know the one in hell.

That one is one of the taboos in the underworld today, and many powerful people in the underworld regard it as a shame.

Discussing that one so openly.

A true warrior!

The old ghost could naturally sense the changes in the ghosts around him, but he didn't care.

Didn't the ghost who told him the story complete his mission and reincarnate?"I just wonder if I will be lucky enough to join those great sects to practice after my term of office expires and I reincarnate."

The old ghost thought happily.

However...

On the Yellow Spring Road, where these ghosts and evil spirits could not see, a figure whose face could not be seen was holding a book and writing and drawing.

He was still mumbling nonsense in a low voice.

The names of the ghosts were written on the book in the figure's hand.

The old ghost was among them.

Hmm!

All of these were the ghosts who had just talked about Ksitigarbha in the depths of hell.

There were millions of ghosts, and like the old ghost, there were not a few who had heard the rumors about Ksitigarbha.

As for the nonsense muttered by this ghost,

it was...

"It's great, so many ghosts talked about that guy today, and the indicators for the next 100,000 years have been found!"

......

Yellow Spring Road!

It is the road of the dead, the road of ghosts and gods, so vast that even a quasi-saint cannot see the border at a glance.

The moment they stepped into the Yellow Spring Road.

The surroundings suddenly became quiet.

The ghosts that were originally lined up on the Yellow Spring Road disappeared.

No... it should be said that they were scattered all over the Yellow Spring Road and could not be seen from a long distance.

As the Yellow Spring Ancient Road where no ghosts have passed for many years, the area bordering this Yellow Spring Road is naturally as dead and desolate.

"This White Lotus Bridge is still extending..."

Yunxiao, who was standing aside, looked at the White Lotus Bridge not far away with a little surprise on his face.

Although they were still on the Yellow Spring Road, this place was already deep into the underworld, but this White Lotus Bridge...

was still here and had not been erased by the underworld.

For Yunxiao, Qiongxiao and Bixiao, who knew the existence behind the underworld, this was simply incredible.

The Golden Spirit and the Turtle Spirit were more certain of their thoughts.

However, before they could think about it, the Yellow Spring Road under their feet suddenly trembled.

A ten-thousand-foot-tall ghost god figure appeared on one side of the Yellow Spring Road at some point.

I don’t know if it was the special job of the ghost god or the cooperation of the Yellow Spring Road.

The Yellow Spring Road, which even the Golden Spirit and the Turtle Spirit could hardly shake, trembled under the feet of the ten-thousand-foot ghost god, with a terrifying momentum.

"The netherworld Yellow Spring, living people are forbidden to go!"

The roar of the ten-thousand-foot ghost god resounded through the Yellow Spring, raising gusts of gloomy wind.

Then...

Then the ten-thousand-foot ghost god saw five figures not far away, looking at him calmly.

Three unrestrained Daluo auras rushed towards him.

His face froze immediately, and he looked extremely embarrassed.

"Living people are forbidden to walk on the Yellow Spring Road. Please leave, senior... Enter the Netherworld from the side."

The ten thousand feet ghost god was holding on to his body, his voice was loud, but without the strong momentum and gusts of cold wind.

As the ghost god guarding the Yellow Spring Road, he was a powerful ghost god in the Taiyi realm. He had practiced hard in the underworld for hundreds of millions of years. In addition to his position in the underworld and a luxurious set of spiritual treasures of the underworld, he was invincible in the Taiyi realm.

But...

Daluo really couldn't beat him!

The ten thousand feet ghost god looked at the calm faces of Gui Ling, Jin Ling and San Xiao below.

A scene from hundreds of millions of years ago appeared in his mind, and a bad premonition arose in his mind.

Then...

The momentum of Jin Ling and Gui Ling, which far exceeded Daluo, came to him.

The momentum that came to him was not strong, and even the ten thousand feet ghost god did not feel the slightest pressure.

But...

The moment he felt this momentum, the ten thousand feet tall ghost's legs softened immediately. If he hadn't held the three-pronged fork in his hand, he would have knelt on the spot.

Then, an ugly smile squeezed out of that ferocious face.

"Welcome to the Yellow Spring Road in the underworld. May I ask where you are going and whether you need me to lead the way?"

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