Yan Xi was a little dazed.

At this moment, she really realized that Yu Chuan beside her was really a big monster.

It is the vicious, angry and powerful big monster that other people say.

This fierce and murderous aura made Yan Xi take two steps back.

Abe Seimei put away his fan and looked forward vigilantly.

The entrance of the village was clearly in front of them, but it was only a distance of twenty steps, but they couldn't get through no matter how they walked.

This place - the front is high and the back is down, and the Yin Qi flows back.

Apparently it has become a dangerous place.

Where is this "somewhat unusual" that the black and white envoys said? !The village in Kyoto has become like this, why is there no movement from the onmyoji in my family?

What are they doing to eat!

He frowned tightly, and said with a cold and handsome face: "Everyone, be careful, this village is very dark and weird."

Yan Xi's idle thoughts were interrupted by Abe Qingming's voice, she shook her head and withdrew her mind.Dark power to open the 'spiritual vision'.

I saw traces of black air escaping in the dense fog.The black air is so weak that it is almost impossible to catch it, but Yan Xi can feel the huge ghost energy contained in those faint black air.

This, how is this possible? !

Before she entered the Yin-Yang Illusory Realm, although the Quartet Barrier was somewhat weak, it was basically intact, with no broken barriers.

But the ghostly aura in front of him is clearly emitted through the gap between the Yin-Yang Illusory Realm and the Yin Realm after the four-way barrier was broken.

Could it be that in just ten days, a crack appeared between the Yin-Yang illusion and the Yin world? !

She couldn't help but follow the black air forward.

……

The ghost envoy Bai called out the soul-calling banner and held it in his hand, his long eyebrows furrowed.

When he and Gui Shihei left, the village wasn't so weird... What's going on?

He suddenly had an ominous premonition.

In the thick fog, everyone looked cautious and moved forward cautiously.

At this moment, a puff of smoke suddenly struck from all directions, covering them in mist with deep resentment.

"Xixi! Where are you going?!"

Yu Chuan widened his eyes, watching Yan Xi run into the thick fog.

The mist had risen too abruptly just now, he was only focused on searching for the person behind the scenes manipulating the mist, he didn't notice that Yan Xi ran away from behind him, and after he reacted, he only saw her leaving back.

The wind is getting more and more urgent, and the situation is pressing.He only heard a coquettish shout: "Aji, now!"

The fog gradually dissipated, and everyone saw a young girl standing at the entrance of the village, standing upright with a sword on her shoulder.

Lying in front of her was a huge fish demon, its tail twitched weakly, and its eyes shone with a strange light.

This result came too suddenly, and the solution was too smooth.

A group of people not far away were stunned when they saw this scene.

The sun is covered with blood, and the ghosts are deep.

This is a gloomy Shura world, with mutilated souls floating in mid-air, reflecting the dark blue light of the underworld fire.

The blood-yellow River of Forgetfulness struggles with lonely ghosts who cannot be reincarnated. It is covered with insects and snakes, and skeletons float in it.

The Bianhua, which blooms on the side of the road in the underworld and guides the way for the dead, is the only color in the cold palace of Hades.

……

Yan Mo propped his forehead and sat lazily in front of the desk.Against the background of the underworld flames on both sides of the desk, that seductive and provocative cheek shone with a soul-stirring light.

She lazily waved her hand and summoned the judge who was standing at the gate of the palace, and said in a coquettish voice, "My lord judge, you have not spoken to me for a whole incense stick."

"Talk." The judge pursed the corners of his lips, and added: "Talk."

"..." Yan Mo narrowed his eyes and looked displeased: "Are you still dissatisfied with this king? That matter... this king has already apologized to you, how long will you continue to entangle?"

"I dare not."

"Hey, why did the cold-faced judge make our Master Yan Mo angry again?" A boy with red eyes and red hair and black hair walked slowly, gnawing on the mushroom fruit: "Beauties are meant to be pampered. I can't stand it...Ah!"

Yan Mo clapped his hands, and looked at the boy who was hit on the forehead by the inkstone he threw, and said dissatisfiedly: "What does it have to do with you, you have been eating and drinking in this king's Yan Mo Palace for so many days, and this king hasn't been with you yet. Comparing."

Zashiki-douji patted his forehead and shut up.

He is still wondering now, he was split in half by a strange girl before, but he didn't die, and came to the Hall of Yama in the underworld.

But here, for some reason, he always had an illusion.

This place... seems to be a different world from the village I have been living in.

Thoughts together, can no longer dissipate.

He has always wanted to find people around him to explain his doubts. Although the two ghosts in front of him seemed to be the most suitable ghosts, he would never dare to ask them even if he was killed.

He still wants his own life!

One is cloudy and uncertain, and the other is cold and ruthless.

...What a wonderful pair!

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