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"Daoyou Dizang, I wonder how to get to hell."

Turtle Spirit at the side suddenly asked.

Although they can see hell from the lotus bridge under their feet, and even communicate with Dizang in hell.

But...

This lotus bridge is broken.

It is broken at the Yellow Spring Road Bridge.

And a broken bridge cannot reach the destination.

"Go to hell?"

Dizang looked at Turtle Spirit in surprise, and he didn't understand why Turtle Spirit asked about going to hell.

But he didn't mean to hide it, nor did he need to hide it.

Maybe he, Dizang, is a taboo that cannot be mentioned in this netherworld, but hell can be found out by asking a ghost messenger casually.

"Hell is in the deepest part of the underworld. You just need to walk along the Yellow Spring Road to reach hell."

Dizang said truthfully.

"Follow the Yellow Spring Road, keep walking?"

Turtle Spirit looked to the side, looking at the Yellow Spring Road under his feet, with a hint of thought in his eyes.

"Thank you for your advice, fellow Taoist!"

Turtle Spirit thanked him.

"It's just a small matter, I don't deserve a thank you."

Ksitigarbha spoke softly, and did not ask why Tsui Spirit wanted to go to hell.

He had not paid attention to other mundane matters for many years. The reason why he appeared in front of Jin Ling and Tsui Spirit this time was because the two women stepped on the White Lotus Bridge.

Although the White Lotus Bridge was the magical power of Zhunti, the caster was Ksitigarbha after all, and Ksitigarbha still had some sense of the White Lotus Bridge.

If he wanted, Ksitigarbha could even connect it when he came to the White Lotus Bridge.

Continue to spread to the underworld and the six reincarnations.

But Ksitigarbha did not mean to do so at this time.

Although on weekdays, there are occasionally ghost messengers and monks from the underworld who step on the White Lotus Bridge to gaze at hell.

But the two quasi-saints...

It has never happened before.

This made Dizang mistakenly think that someone from the Western Master had come, so he showed up.

But now it seems.

The two Taoist friends in front of him were not from his Western Sect.

Immediately, Dizang did not say much, and he said goodbye and turned away.

Looking at Dizang's back as he turned away neatly, Jin Ling and Gui Ling looked at each other, a little confused.

To be honest, this was the first time they met a fellow Taoist who just greeted him twice and turned away directly.

Jin Ling jumped lightly and got off the white lotus bridge, first looking at the silent Sanxiao.

Didn't say much.

The scene on the Yellow Spring Road before made them entangled for a while, and now they suddenly saw the scene of hell.

It is normal to have such a reaction.

However, Jin Ling was not too worried.

As a Daluo Jinxian, even if they have traveled little and lacked experience, their firm heart of Taoism will protect their original intentions.

Even the scene in hell could not shake the Dao heart of the Golden Immortal.

On the contrary, it would help sharpen their minds and make their mental state stronger.

Jin Ling turned his head and looked at the ghost and asked softly.

"Then fellow Ksitigarbha... must be the Taoist who left this white lotus bridge!"

"Yes!"

The ghost nodded and said softly: "It was the one who left this white lotus bridge billions of years ago. As for..."

"What is the use of this white lotus bridge, and the purpose of the person who built this white lotus bridge, is not something we can know."

The ghost continued.

Neither Jin Ling nor Gui Ling had any doubt about this.

This kind of plan involving saints and saint sects, it would be strange for a Taiyi ghost to know!

However...

Just because those ghosts and gods can't guess, it doesn't mean that Jin Ling and Gui Ling can't guess.

When they first saw the lotus bridge and confirmed that it might be the work of the saint, they actually had some guesses in their hearts.

Although they did not know the whole story of the plan and the role of Ksitigarbha in it, but...

The entire netherworld can be planned by the saint.

There is nothing else except the six reincarnations and the power of the underworld.

At this time, Gui Ling also slowly walked down from the lotus bridge. She did not care about the lotus bridge and Ksitigarbha of the Western religion.

Her mind was full of hell. She was thinking about the possible connection between hell and her chance.

However, she had never seen hell and had not received any clues from her master, so she guessed out of thin air.

Gui Ling also had no clue.

But...

Now she finally has a goal, instead of searching aimlessly as before.

On this side of the Yellow Spring Road, Gui Ling confirmed the goal of coming to the underworld this time.

At this time...

On the other side, the ghost gate of the underworld!It was not the Ghost Gate under the Netherworld Blood Sea, but a Ghost Gate scattered in various places in the prehistoric world.

"Boom!"

A loud noise.

The gloomy gate with ferocious ghosts printed on it exploded.

A silver light suddenly rushed out from the broken Ghost Gate, blooming with brilliant light, illuminating the gloomy netherworld.

At this moment, countless ghosts on the Yellow Spring Road behind the Ghost Gate were injured by the exploded Ghost Gate, and even many ghosts were disintegrated on the spot, their souls flying away.

"Give me back my mother's soul--"

A voice full of grief and anger suddenly sounded, and then a handsome figure with a white face and no beard suddenly flew into the netherworld in the smoke and dust splashed by the Ghost Gate.

The silver light that had shattered the Ghost Gate before spun in the air and fell into the hands of the handsome figure, turning into a three-pointed double-edged spear.

"Where are the ghosts and gods in the underworld? Bring back the soul of my mother Yao Ji..."

He wore a crescent-shaped slingshot on his waist, held a three-pointed two-edged spear, and a golden thread between his eyebrows flashed with extraordinary divine light.

He also called his mother Yao Ji, so the identity of this handsome figure was already very obvious, Erlang Shen Yang Jian.

Of course...

At this time, Yang Jian was not called Erlang Shen, but an ordinary third-generation disciple of the Chan Sect, Erlang Yang Jian.

Although...

His strength is a bit strong.

Yang Jian held a three-pointed two-edged spear and suddenly shouted loudly. His strong magic power did not restrain at all, and the sound shook the underworld.

"Where did you come from, you hairy boy, dare to destroy the gate of hell and trespass into the underworld!" A loud and fierce shout suddenly sounded from the netherworld.

Afterwards, a ghost with a face as black as iron and a ferocious face suddenly appeared, and the terrifying ghost power competed with the magic power of the handsome boy.

The already gloomy underworld began to tremble under the collision of these two terrifying magic powers, and countless ghosts and evil spirits were fleeing frantically.

The ghost god looked at Yang Jian, who was equally powerful as him, and his face changed slightly.

As a ghost god in the underworld, he had the job of a god in the underworld. Although he could not see the age of Yang Jian in front of him, he was definitely not more than ten thousand years old.

But this cultivation...

"Ten thousand years of Daluo Jinxian? How is this possible..." The ghost god in the underworld was extremely shocked at this time, and his face was ferocious and like black iron.

Otherwise, his shocked expression at this time would definitely not be hidden.

"Are you a ghost god in the underworld?" Yang Jian pointed the three-pointed, two-edged spear in his hand at the ghost god in the underworld, and shouted sternly, his eyes full of bloodshot.

Obviously, he was extremely angry.

"Yes!" The ghost of the underworld nodded and said in a deep voice: "I am the ghost emperor of the underworld, who are you?"

Yang Jian's eyes were bloodshot, and he did not answer the question of the ghost emperor of the underworld, but roared hoarsely.

"Since you are the ghost emperor of the underworld, then I ask you, does the underworld have the right to take the soul of the Taiyi Jinxian who has never cut off the vitality of the prehistoric world?"

"The Taiyi Jinxian who has never cut off the vitality of the prehistoric world..." The ghost emperor of the underworld frowned, not understanding what Yang Jian meant.

However, looking at Yang Jian's appearance, he still said in a deep voice: "The vitality is not dead, the breath is not cut off. If the life span is exhausted, it is natural to take the soul away, but..."

"Taiyi Jinxian has no worries about life span. The life span is the same as that of heaven and earth. The breath is not cut off, and the vitality is not cut off. That means he is alive. The underworld naturally has no right to take the soul away!"

After the underworld ghost emperor finished speaking, the strong magic power around Yang Jian suddenly became violent, and Yang Jian shouted angrily.

"Why did the ghosts and gods of the underworld take away the soul of my mother Yao Ji!"

"Your mother Yao Ji...Taiyi Jinxian..."

The underworld ghost emperor looked at Yang Jian in front of him and thought for a while. The thinking ability of the Daluo Jinxian is naturally not bad.

Soon...

He found the information of the person in front of him in his mind.

"Are you talking about...Yao Ji, the sister of the Emperor of Heaven? Are you Yang Jian, the child of Yao Ji?" The underworld ghost emperor said in a deep voice.

"That's right!" Yang Jian shouted, his red eyes staring at the ghost emperor in front of him.

To be honest, if Yang Jian hadn't retained some rationality and understood that he couldn't save his mother's soul if he fought with the ghost emperor now, otherwise...

With his current anger, he would have rushed up to fight.

"You said that my underworld took Yao Ji's soul, this is impossible..." the ghost emperor of the underworld said in a deep voice.

"As the sister of the Heavenly Emperor Haotian, Yao Ji's name has long been deleted from my underworld's life and death book. It is impossible for my underworld to take Yao Ji's soul."

"I saw with my own eyes that the soul-collecting messenger took my mother's soul away, and I chased him all the way to the underworld."

Yang Jian suppressed his anger and roared in a low voice.

At the same time, the sky eye on Yang Jian's forehead burst into golden light.

That clearly meant that he saw it with this sky eye and couldn't be wrong."I said no, that's it." The face of the ghost emperor of the underworld turned cold. As the ghost emperor of the netherworld, no ghost dared to question him.

Moreover, he was a Daluo Jinxian, how could he lie about such a small matter.

Yang Jian's words were simply insulting his ghost character, and he shouted immediately.

"Yang Jian, don't be unreasonable. This is the netherworld, not your uncle's heaven, where you can play around."

"Uncle's heaven...be unreasonable...let me play around..."

Hearing the words of the ghost emperor of the underworld, the string of reason in Yang Jian's mind suddenly collapsed.

His eyes, which were originally full of bloodshot, became extremely scarlet.

The terrifying Daluo Jinxian's magic power burst out, and the three-pointed two-edged spear in his hand suddenly stabbed out, turning into a three-headed dragon and roaring towards the ghost emperor of the underworld.

At the same time, Yang Jian's roar that shook the underworld was heard.

"Give my mother back to me..."