I just want to be a quiet man

It's just that they just moved, and before they could touch the boat and the figure, they were engulfed by dense sword energy, spells and real fire.

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

Boom boom boom...

After a fierce attack like rain, all the ghost hands disappeared together with the blood stains, as if they had never appeared before.

The turbid yellow water resumed its velocity, and in the swaying and broken reflection, the meandering scene was nothing unusual except for the costume of the figure at the bow.

"Zun" said in a low voice, "We're almost there."

"There will be more and more battles in the future!"

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

Right now, they all have immortal status, and their strength is far beyond ordinary comparison. As long as they don't get a chance by "Jue", these ghosts in the underworld can't stop them!

Thinking of this, "Gu Miao" immediately asked: "After the Yellow Springs, where is it?"

"What do I need to pay attention to?"

"Zun" said in a deep voice: "After the Yellow Springs, is the real place of Netherworld."

"Youdu Thirteen Cities!"

"At that time, wait for the king's order!"

"The only thing that needs attention now is that there must be one person left on each ship."

"Kong Meng" quickly asked: "Senior, is this for the purpose of returning at that time?"

"Zun" shook his head and said lightly, "No."

"This crusade against Nether, if you win, you can go back no matter what."

"Losing is nothing but annihilation of the entire army!"

"Keeping people here is not to retreat, but to fight for the ferryman's immortal post!"

Ferryman Immortal Job?

"Gu Miao" and "Kong Meng" were both startled when they heard the words.

After reacting, the two quickly looked at each other, "Kong Meng" immediately spoke, and asked again: "Dare to ask senior, what is the immortal job of ferryman?"

The nine sects of the Panya world can all communicate with the upper world.

Naturally, he has some understanding of the matter of immortality.

After becoming a fairy, there is a huge gap between a fairy with the job of a fairy and a fairy without the job of a fairy, even as big as heaven and earth!

Although it is said that this is a fairy job in the past years, but as long as it is suitable, it can be contested!

"Zun" calmly explained: "If the living want to set foot in the nether world, they need to pass three tests."

"Introduce the real fire of Fusang to see the secluded way; then cross the Yellow Spring to open the eyesight; when you go in and out, you must remember that you will live and die face to face, and use the scriptures to 'do not return'."

"The long river in front of me is Huangquan."

"The boat of the underworld, we cannot steer it."

"Only the ferryman can control it, and use it to pass through life and death."

"Now, He who is standing at the bow is the ferryman of our small boat."

"We are able to arrive here safely now because of He, who took up the post of ferryman."

"If the one standing on this ship is the real ferryman..."

"Then what we have to face is not such an easy situation now!"

Hearing this, "Gu Miao" and "Kong Meng" immediately understood that this immortal post is equivalent to being responsible for the round trip between life and death.

It's just that there is no ghost in later generations.

Everything that symbolizes death is under the control of the two Taboos and Guisang of Yousu Tomb...

While they were talking, more and more grotesque things appeared in the reflection.

There are large groups of algae, like entangled long hair, quietly emerging, and then the shadows, like a big open net, cover the entire ship.

There are countless bones and claws, all kinds, grabbing the boat.

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

The sword box on "Gu Miao" clanged clangingly, the cold light came out of its sheath, piercing the darkness, and the cold sword energy whizzed and filled the world, and with the momentum of thunder, it roared and cut down the river!

The turbid Yellow River water was splashing like rain, and the torrent was turbulent. A stream of black and red blood stains gushed out almost at the same time like fountains of all sizes, dyeing the river water into a fleeting black color.

At the same time, another human cultivator made a move, and the real fire shot up all over his body, burning nothingness above everyone's heads.

The red gold fire was blazing, jumping suddenly in nothingness, constantly devouring everything they couldn't see with their eyes.

"Zun" is holding an iron rod, staring closely at the swaying reflection, ready to rush at any time.

With a flick of the sleeve of "Kong Meng", countless flower branches sprouted from the river surface, and the white roots submerged in the river water, entwining everything.

Shadows appeared from the river.

It seems to be a school of migrating fish, densely packed and grotesque, coming from the bottom of the river, from a distance, from the mist...mighty and mighty.

Gray-black snowflakes fluttered, and frost spread on the small boats.

Nether things seem endless.

"Zun", "Gu Miao", "Kong Meng"... suddenly had no time to speak, and they used their methods one after another, concentrating on the fierce battle.

No one made a sound amidst the noise, only the brilliance of dense spells, supernatural powers, sword energy, and talismans shone, illuminating the dark corner.

The crimson blood stains kept showing reflections, and occasionally fresh human blood fell into the water, causing countless black shadows to scramble frantically.

The muffled sound continued, the turbid yellow river swayed wildly, and the reflections were fragmented, pale hands and claws, scarlet vines, pitch-black shadows, blue will-o'-the-wisps, miserable green vertical pupils... All these were bizarre, like a rising tide. Surrounded by shadows, it seems endless.

Boom boom boom...

A celebrity family shot wildly, countless attacks, and kept falling to the river surface, nothingness.

I don't know how long it took, the billowing dead disappeared suddenly.

The fierce battle just now seemed to wake up from a nightmare. After waking up, only the river was rushing and the surrounding fields were silent.

Without any hesitation, all races immediately seized the time to recover their immortal power.

wow... wow...

The water of the Yellow Spring is flowing as before, and the mist dissipates, revealing that the river surface is turbid, pale yellow, and empty.

However, Cui Wei's reflection in the water is majestic.

Thirteen incomparably stalwart cities are quietly reflected in the vast river!

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

The color of the city is like ink, and the dark mist is like mountains and clouds, lingering and circuitous, covering most of its details.

Only the ferocious city gates are clearly visible, all of which are dark and deep, grotesque and terrifying, and seem to contain endless sneakiness.

The farthest city is also the most majestic among the thirteen cities, and its outline is also blurred. Looking at it, it looks like a huge shadow, spreading all over the river in the distance, almost trying to count all of them. engulf!

Between the city pools, the water was gurgling, and there were shadows like living things, twisting and wriggling, as if they would jump up anytime and anywhere, and choose to eat people.

The mighty boats are as insignificant as dust, and meandering like a trickle of water, like inconspicuous ants under a majestic city.

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The deepest part of Thirteen Cities is Youdu City.

Huge darkness enveloped the entire city, the dead silence was like substance, and the dark mist lingered like a tide.

In the center of the city, there is a dark palace, majestic and continuous, creeping quietly.

Step, step, step...

Subtle footsteps broke the silence here.

A pair of red vertical pupils suddenly opened.

The vertical pupil was as high as a hundred feet, like a huge torch, illuminating the wide square in an instant.

On the empty square, there were three dark figures approaching slowly.

The three of them are full of dead energy, wearing black robes, and under the hoods, there is nothing but Yin energy, which is almost as real.

It was the deceased who had previously participated in the Ten Thousand Immortals Association.

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

The owner of the vertical pupil is huge and winding, with fine scales and sharp diagonals on the top of the head reflecting each other, shining a terrifying brilliance in the dark.

Its body is snake-like and dragon-like, and it is in the shape of nine curves, winding and winding, enclosing the entire palace.

"What's the matter?"

A thunderous voice resounded.

The three dead people stopped their pace, and nodded slightly towards Shutong.

The leader of the dead said coldly: "The Ten Thousand Immortals Association has ended."

"I'm going to report the situation of the Fairy Society to my lord."

"And the will of 'Li Luo' Immortal Venerable."

The vertical pupil quietly looked down at them.

After a while, the huge body moved like flowing water, and the vertical pupils "floated" to the side, out of the way.

The fog in the rear suddenly dissipated, and an incomparably majestic portal stood tall!

The portal is purely made of skulls, and thousands of ethnic groups are in it!

The white color has ink marks, as if it has gone through countless years.

There were blood stains spreading among them, the eye sockets were pitch black, and the will-o'-the-wisps flickered.

The gloomy and cold breath seemed to have become a substance, gray and black snowflakes, torrentially falling, almost freezing the soul.

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

Dead and cold.

The three dead men strode forward and walked in without any hesitation.

In an instant, they entered a piece of pure darkness.

There is no up, down, left, or right, no sight, and even no thought...everything around is dark.

Step, step, step...

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

On both sides of the corridor, there are bone pillars like a forest, and pale lights cast all sorts of strange shadows.

Except for the three dead, the place is extremely empty, and no other living beings or dead can be seen.

Empty, lonely, cold...

After a while, the three dead walked into a majestic hall.

This vast hall is extremely tall, and the top of the hall is almost like clouds.

Countless white bone pillars towering up into the sky, with dark branches and leaves, lush and dense, hanging down from the top of the hall, like a brocade tent, scattered layer by layer.

Flowers as red as blood and as white as bones bloom enchantingly on both sides of the hall.

The flower has multiple petals and pistils, like a rose, and like the flesh and blood of a living being.

The fishy and sweet smell filled the palace.

Between red and white, it seems to be a surging tide, surging under the 99-level Dan Chi.

The ink-colored pill is like pouring black iron, and every level is smeared with dense blood-colored cloud seals, like a curse, like a disaster, like death, like a catastrophe...

At the top is a throne as huge as a mountain.

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

At this moment, on the throne, sits a stalwart figure.