Chapter 133: Forget River

In the ruins blocked by the Yashen Pillar, the moment the sarcophagus was swallowed by the black hole, in the stone house on the gravel floating far away in the void, the stone statue raised its head and murmured again.

"Jiu You unexpectedly appeared in advance, what happened?" It seemed that the long-term isolation made his voice express such a surprise, and it was as flat as water.

The stone statue seemed to be thinking, but finally shook its head.

"The time has not come, we can only miss it."

Speaking incomprehensible words, the stone statue finally closed its eyes again and remained silent.

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Watching the sarcophagus disappear before his eyes, Leel couldn't help but look gloomy no matter how cultivated he was.

"My lord, what should I do?"

Among the guards presiding over the Iori Pillar, one who was obviously the leader asked in a deep voice.

Leyle turned around and looked at him coldly, "What is Wika doing recently?"

The guard was stunned for a moment, and then replied respectfully: "Master Wicca seems to have discovered a wild area, and has already led the crowd there."

Leyle sneered, "Very good!" He waved his hand and shouted decisively, "Follow me back to the base."

Everyone was stunned, and the old guard hesitated: "Then what about the Iori Pillar?"

The corners of Leier's mouth twitched, and he glanced at the eight low-level godheads that had cracked in the pillar of the eight gods, and said with heartache: "Give up."

At that moment, the eight guards cut off the energy transmission and went away under the leadership of Leyle, leaving only the Eight God Pillar with gradually blurred space and eight Godheads that slowly shattered.

At this time, Wang Sheng, who was in the mysterious space, finally followed the team to the huge portal.

His eyes were solemn, the closer he was to the portal, the more he could feel the magic of this portal, the fierce beast depicted on it seemed like a living thing, it seemed to be staring at him all the time, the cold and cruel aura enveloped him, making him shiver uncontrollably.

Forcibly resisting the urge to turn around and flee, Wang Sheng finally came to the gap.

Looking inside through the gap, Wang Sheng narrowed his eyes slightly with a dignified expression.

Not surprisingly, just like what was depicted on the sarcophagus, he saw a path shrouded in mist appear. The path meanders and leads to nowhere. It seems that there is endless void on both sides of the path, but Wang Sheng can't see clearly because of the fog.

Hundreds of souls led by Black and White Impermanence are constantly advancing on the path. Looking at the slightly blurred path, Wang Sheng gritted his teeth and stepped on it, following the team closely.

If possible, he actually wants to fly forward, but since he came here, the true energy in the primordial spirit still exists, but it just can't come out of the body, let alone all kinds of supernatural powers. For others, just an ordinary person.

As the team continued to advance, Wang Sheng looked around all the time, alerting to possible dangers, but after a while, Wang Sheng felt a little relieved. It looked weird here, and there seemed to be no great danger.

But the idea hadn't settled down yet, Wang Sheng suddenly found a red light rising from the void on the side of the path, and it had already rolled up a dozen souls in the queue and left, Wang Sheng was slightly startled.

But when he saw the appearance of the red light, he was terrified. What kind of red light was that, but a huge red tongue, owned by some kind of beast!

Hundreds of souls were ignorant, even when they were attacked by the red light, they didn't panic at all, and the black and white Wuchang in front of the team didn't seem to see the red light, and they still moved their bodies and led everyone forward silently.

Finding that this place is not as safe as he imagined, Wang Sheng became even more nervous. Now that he has lost all his magic powers, he is not sure how to deal with the crisis.

As a result, the road ahead was peaceful, and there was no crisis like the red tongue, but Wang Sheng did not relax, because he felt the strange aura ahead became more and more dignified, making him inexplicably out of breath.

It's a dark place here, it's impossible to tell the difference between darkness and night, and it's impossible to tell the time. I don't know how long the journey has taken. Wang Sheng is refreshed, and the fog ahead is sparse. Could it be that he has reached the end of the path.

Sure enough, just for a moment, a dark land appeared in front of him, which looked like blood poured on the loess and condensed, and the invisible sultry aura shrouded it, which made people get goosebumps.

The end of the path is connected to this dark land.

"Cross the other side and enter the underworld." The hoarse and gloomy voice was spoken out again by Black and White Wuchang.

Wang Sheng's heart moved, the other shore, Huangquan, plus the Nether Gate and the Road of Life and Death before, he is now almost sure that this mysterious place is the underworld. Immediately a bold idea appeared in my mind.

Could it be that the underworld of this world has not been relocated, but hidden in the sarcophagus. On the surface, it seems to be only a depiction on the sarcophagus, but it is actually the entrance to the underworld!

The more he thought about it, the more he felt it was possible. Wang Sheng's expression changed. If the underworld was hidden in this way, then whether the Heavenly Court, Lingshan, and many Taoist sects in the world are also hidden in this way, and whether they can be found through the underworld.

With such thoughts together, Wang Sheng is no longer afraid of the eerie and strange atmosphere here, but keeps his eyes on everything in front of him, trying not to miss any place that may become a clue.

At this time, Black and White Impermanence raised the chains and set foot on the dark land first, followed by the souls one by one, and Wang Sheng was not far behind.

But the moment his feet set foot on the land, he found that the path behind him was hidden by the fog and could not see the slightest trace, and the changes before his eyes shocked him even more.

'Swoosh'.

A blood-colored river suddenly and slowly appeared in front of the eyes, and then facing the direction of everyone, a small black arch bridge finally condensed above the river from virtual to real.

Wang Sheng was stunned, the second picture!

It was exactly the same as the one depicted on the sarcophagus, except that it had a little more color, and the bloody river in front of him was flowing slightly, telling him that this was not nothingness.

"Wangchuan River, Naihe Bridge!" After being slightly shocked, these terms flashed in Wang Sheng's mind.

Without waiting for more thinking, he saw that Black and White Wuchang raised the chain and led everyone towards the small bridge without hesitation.

When they came to the small bridge, Black and White Wuchang no longer marched, but bowed slightly towards the small bridge, as if they were saluting someone, and then they separated on both sides of the small bridge, like guards, directing everyone to step on the small bridge one by one.

Wang Sheng's heart was pounding, which was different from what he thought. He thought that Black and White would still lead them forward, but he didn't expect them to stop, as if their mission was finally completed.

He could clearly see that every time a soul was passed by, Black and White Wuchang would nod slightly, as if he was checking the identity of the soul, which made him feel alarmed. Not a good crime.

Wang Sheng was hesitant, thinking of Black and White along the way, he seemed to be indifferent to him, as if he hadn't noticed himself, and finally he gritted his teeth and continued to move forward with the team.

There are fewer and fewer souls in front of him. Finally, it was Wang Sheng's turn to step on the small bridge, but before he walked past Hei Wuchang, he saw Hei Wuchang looking at all the souls who stepped on the small bridge, nodded in confirmation, and then turned around. Leaving from Wang Sheng's side, he didn't care about Wang Sheng at all.

Wang Sheng wondered, could it be that they really couldn't see themselves!

After thinking about everything, Wang Sheng finally gritted his teeth and stepped on the small bridge.