The Sword Master God's Journey to Face Slapping

After passing through the naturally formed pass between the two peaks, Xuanyuan was extremely sensitive to the fact that the world he saw had undergone earth-shaking changes. He crossed from the Yang world to the Yin world in one step. After the Ghost Gate, the Yin and Ming underworld slowly appeared to him.

After passing the Ghost Gate, it was Huangquan Road, a road for the dead. There were no road signs on Huangquan Road, no specially separated roads, but it was dark and you couldn't see where the "road" was at all.

But it didn't matter. The dead walking on Huangquan Road would not get lost. Because this is a road that only the dead can walk on. Even if Huangquan Road is endless and chaotic, the dead walking on Huangquan Road can always walk straight and clearly to the end of Huangquan Road.

Xuanyuan is not a dead person. After he passed the thunder tribulation and ascended, he went directly to the main god space. After that, every time his soul was taken by 0617 to different small worlds, he hid his body and his natal flying sword Poxiao in his soul.

He was still alive, so he couldn't see the Road of the Dead in this vast dark land, nor could he see the Yellow Spring Road that led straight to the next place in the underworld.

But it didn't matter. Xuanyuan couldn't see the Yellow Spring Road, but he could see the souls of the dead who were wandering forward in this vast land. Following these dead souls, Xuanyuan stood with his hands behind his back, and took a step to cross a distance of hundreds of meters.

Following the souls walking along the Yellow Spring Road, Xuanyuan finally reached the end of the road. What appeared in front of him was a blood-yellow, surging river. No one knew where this river came from or where it flowed to. It was vast and surging.

This is the Forgotten River.

Legend has it that the Forgotten River was not originally called the Forgotten River. It had a beautiful name, but it forgot its past and name, and from then on it was the Forgotten River.

After that, at the end of the Yellow Spring Road, before the Underworld Mountain, the Wangchuan River, which came from nowhere and went to nowhere, flowed endlessly, dividing the Underworld into two realms.

Xuanyuan stood at the end of the Yellow Spring Road, beside the Wangchuan River, watching the dead line up and walk towards a bridge across the Wangchuan River. He narrowed his eyes slightly and watched all this. This was the manifestation of the rules of the underworld. All the dead had to go through this. This was a rule that no one could defy!

After the dead walked the Yellow Spring Road and came to the Wangchuan River, they had to walk across the Naihe Bridge on the Wangchuan River. There was an old woman named Mengpo on the bridge. Drinking the Mengpo soup she cooked would make them forget their past lives.

After the dead who had forgotten all their experiences in their previous lives got off the Naihe Bridge, they came to the Lookout Terrace. On this Lookout Terrace, they could still take another look at the human world from afar in the underworld.

But it was just this one look.

After passing the Wangxiang Terrace, you will see the Sansheng Stone. The Sansheng Stone is one of the treasures of the underworld. It can reflect everyone's past and present lives. Past life, present life, and future life. Everyone standing in front of the Sansheng Stone can see their own three lives.

But unfortunately, after passing the Sansheng Stone and entering the reincarnation, they will forget everything they have seen.

"This is reincarnation..." Standing beside the endless Forgetful River, Xuanyuan stared at the dead souls walking across the Naihe Bridge, drinking Mengpo Soup, walking across the Wangxiang Terrace, and looking at the Sansheng Stone. The light in his deep and dark eyes was extremely dark, and there were faintly mysterious and strange patterns.

This is Xuanyuan forcibly analyzing the rules of the underworld with his own soul power. If he can understand these rules a little, then his strength will change dramatically. No matter how strong a cultivator is, he is strong in spiritual power, but if he has a sense of the rules and the Tao, then his strength can grow like double.

When the mysterious traces of Dao in Xuanyuan's eyes gradually dissipated, he suddenly woke up from the state of enlightenment. Forcibly comprehending the rules of the underworld consumed Xuanyuan greatly. Sensing the exhaustion of his soul, Xuanyuan knew that he could not stay in the underworld any longer.

After taking a deep look at the King of Hell's Palace behind the Wangchuan River and the Nether Mountain, Xuanyuan's eyes flickered slightly: "Well, let's come back next time to find out." The soul was consumed too much. If it was discovered by the people in the underworld, it would be difficult to settle it peacefully. It is better to retreat for the time being.

When he was about to turn around and go back against the Yellow Spring Road, Xuanyuan glanced and saw the red spider lilies blooming like fire on the other side of the Wangchuan River. There were flowers but no leaves, and they led many dead souls coming from the Yellow Spring Road.

After a slight pause, Xuan Yuan leaned over and gently picked a blooming, brilliant red spider lily. He chuckled and said to himself: "Well, since I'm here, I might as well take some souvenirs back. I've seen many red spider lilies, but this is the first time I've seen a red spider lily that grows on the bank of the Wangchuan River."

The deep and mellow laughter echoed on the bank of the Wangchuan River and in the red spider lily fields, but in just a moment, the person who originally stood among the red spider lilies and looked at the Wangchuan River and the Mingshan Mountain had disappeared, and Hong Fei was in the dark, as if he had never been there.

If there was not a bare root of a plant with only branches and no red spider lilies left in the red spider lily field, I'm afraid everyone would think this was a dream, and no one had ever been to the underworld under the Nine Netherworlds.

A sudden gust of wind blew over the Wangchuan River, blowing countless red spider lilies on the bank of the Wangchuan River. The blood-red flowers with flowers but no leaves swayed gently in the breeze, rustling, as always, guiding the dead who had just stepped into the underworld in a daze.

Walking in the opposite direction of the dead, Xuanyuan, who was walking in the opposite direction of the dead on the Yellow Spring Road, passed by the dead one by one, and followed the road they walked in the opposite direction to the Ghost Gate. From afar, he saw the huge horizontal plaque at the gate, on which were engraved three words soaked in blood: "Ghost Gate".

Xuan Yuan chuckled lightly. He stood with his hands behind his hands and looked at the gate of hell where ten people had gone and nine had not returned. If the main plot of this small thousand world 0617 was not wrong, then this small thousand world should not have appeared. The real hell is behind closed doors.

Not to mention, behind this gate of hell, there is actually the Underworld Road and the River of Forgetfulness. Xuan Yuan has not explored this underworld in depth, but he has an inexplicable feeling. If he is not wrong, I am afraid that behind the Mingshan Mountain, There really will be a Palace of Hell, and even the City of Wasted Death and the Ghost City Fengdu are very likely to exist.

Judging from the current investigation, it is very likely that this underworld has intersected with this world for unknown reasons, and these ghosts and ghosts gradually appeared in this world.

Without the emergence of the underworld, it would have been impossible for the souls of people to remain and form ghosts after death, because there were no such rules in the world of He Junyi and Shen Yuexin.

With a clang, Po Xiao suddenly let out a clear sword chant, which woke up Xuan Yuan who had been deep in thought. He pursed his lips slightly, and there was a little helplessness in his eyes, but a smile as warm and soft as water flowed. He nodded and whispered: "Okay, I understand. Let's go back and rest now."

Po Xiao is Xuan Yuan's natal flying sword. He was born during his foundation-building period and has been with Xuan Yuan for thousands of years. Although a sword spirit with true self-knowledge and thoughts has not yet been born, it is still full of spirituality.

Now it noticed that Xuan Yuan's soul was damaged due to the forced interpretation of the rules, and it immediately let out a sword roar to remind Xuan Yuan to go back and rest as soon as possible, and stop trying to show off.

Urged by Po Xiao Jianyi, Xuan Yuan was not in a hurry to explore the underworld in a short time. He took one step forward and crossed a distance of several hundred meters and came directly to the gate of hell.

He raised his head and took a deep look at the horizontal plaque on the Guimen Pass. Xuan Yuan took a step forward and left the place. The next moment, Xuanyuan had stood high above the Gui Gate again. He left his sword mark at this position as Mark it, and you can come directly to explore when his soul recovers.

Next, he should go back and ponder over the rules and avenues of the underworld that he forcibly interpreted during this adventure. If he can gain something, then he did not come to this world in vain, and the gain will be great!

"Master, why did you suddenly disappear? QAQ" After Xuan Yuan returned to the Guo family's villa in City A, he had just landed and before he could stand firm, an extremely plaintive voice came to his ears, which made Xuan Yuan unable to help himself. I shuddered.

Looking up, Xuan Yuan saw a black-haired young man smiling stupidly at him. He had a handsome face and sparkling eyes. His smile was a little silly, but it was enough to warm people's hearts, because the smile was unguarded and without any scheming. It was truly bright. A cheerful smile.

After standing firm, Xuan Yuan raised his eyes and silently glanced at the black-haired young man: "Who are you?"

Guo Qian:! ! !

His eyes suddenly opened wide, and a sad and angry expression suddenly appeared on his handsome face, as if Xuan Yuan had done something outrageous: "I am Master Guo Gan! Have you forgotten? Your caring little assistant, your Ghost hunting partners..."

"Shut up, noisy." Xuan Yuan pressed his forehead and couldn't help but interrupt Guo Qian's words. He was such a considerate assistant. He almost got goosebumps all over his body. Xuan Yuan frowned and said, "I'm leaving. How long?"

Xuan Yuan had previously separated 0617 and thrown it into the Internet. Xuan Yuan just didn't want 0617 to know about his trip to the underworld. However, the time when he goes to the underworld may be different from the time in this world, so he needs to confirm it at this time.

"It'll be a day soon." Guo Qian blinked and touched his black hair, "I came back from dyeing my hair and found that you weren't here, Master. Then I waited for most of the day."

Xuan Yuan nodded slightly, yes, it was already the morning of the next day. In this way, half an hour in the underworld is worth more than half a day in the real world.

"By the way, Master, we found the mastermind behind the scenes!" Guo Qian suddenly said with great interest, looking very proud of himself.