White Bone Monkey King

Boom!

There was a loud sound of the impact of heaven and earth, accompanied by an endless storm raging across the heaven and earth, and a circle of visible ripples appeared on the sky.

It was the palm of the underworld demon that collided with the white paper boat above the nine heavens.

When the two collided, a terrible cloud that broke through the sound barrier erupted, and the sky shook violently, and the scene was extremely terrifying.

Everyone who saw this scene had a fierce heartbeat, and everyone was moved at this moment.

Not only was their mind shocked by the boundless terror of the underworld demon.

They were also extremely nervous for the folding paper boat.

The white paper boat was their Huangquan ferry, the only guarantee for them to shuttle back and forth in the underworld. If their Huangquan ferry was knocked down from the nine heavens by the underworld demon, so many of them would not be able to go back.

Even Guigui didn't know how far the Painted Corpse Cave was from Kangding State, and when would they be able to return to Kangding State and return to the flesh in the world of the living.

At this moment, they automatically thought of another origami boat that had perished and sunk in the Yellow Spring River at the ferry dock where the Yellow Spring ferry was docked.

There was already a precedent. Although the white paper boat had an extraordinary origin and there were many of them, some people folded many paper boats, which could fly in the underworld and save countless people. However, the white paper boat was not the only invincible one in the underworld.

In this underworld where one cannot find the way back to life and the way back to life, which is older than the ancient gods, all kinds of incredible and unbelievable things can happen.

The white paper boat has saved many people and walked many night roads. One day, it will encounter a taboo that is older and longer than it, and bring disaster.

Seeing the origami boat being slapped by the giant hand, Wutou Jinan was the one who felt the most, as if he was in the scene of their attack that day again, and his mind and thoughts both fluctuated violently.

But he felt that the ferry was not so easy to be defeated.

This is not because of his personal emotions or blind self-confidence, but because of the last attack scene.

The calm response of the origami boat when it was attacked that day, the ferryman remained stable and unshakable, and the two places continued to travel as usual afterwards. All these signs show that the origami boat does not seem to be afraid of the underworld demon.

Either the pair of boatmen carrying the living creatures on their backs have no intelligence, they are just dead things that can simply repeat, and they rush forward mindlessly no matter how dangerous the situation is.

But based on so many times of experience on the ferry, Wutou Jinan does not think that the origami boat will belong to the latter.

It can exist in the underworld for so many years, which is longer than the number of dynasties that can be counted. There must be something special about it.

Sure enough, as he expected, as the clouds and mists like the explosion of the sound barrier dissipated, the origami boat still floated safely in the sky, and continued to land steadily towards the nearest Yellow Spring River, without considering the underworld demon as a threat at all.

The origami boat and the origami boatman lit up a ball of daylight, which blocked the origami boat and the giant hand.

As soon as the daylight appeared, many Shinto masters on the ground were shocked, because they felt a sense of oppression in it!

An ancient and mysterious breath that was too high in life level and could not be guessed!

Maybe it was because the life level was too high, or maybe it was because it was too far away from the nine clouds, but no matter which one it was, it showed that the breath was not at the same level as them. It was like the distant and hazy feeling of watching flowers across the river. It was impossible to guess the origin of the breath. It was just as dazzling as the daylight piercing the eternal night, mysterious and powerful.

"That breath should be from the person who folded the white paper boat!"

"The white paper boat was just accidentally touched by the fingertips of the person who folded the paper boat, and it was so powerful that it could withstand the attack of the underworld demon. It is hard to imagine what kind of god the person who folded the white paper boat is!"

Headless Jinan felt that only gods could describe the other party's one percent of greatness.

"Perhaps this is one of the important reasons that attracted the underworld demons to covet." Headless Jinan guessed that these underworld demons wanted to devour that breath and evolve themselves.

When you reach the level of the underworld demon, the ordinary path of promotion is full of mountains and rivers, and every promotion has to pay countless prices.

Devouring the folded paper boat is one of the ways.

However, these are all personal guesses of Headless Jinan. Everything is from his mortal perspective to speculate on the path of the underworld demon's promotion. Only these underworld demons know the truth.

The giant hand did not break the paper boat, and the underworld demon did not give up the pursuit. Only the world heard a terrifying roar.

Just a roar alone caused a huge earth-shaking noise, like the wailing of heaven and earth, unable to withstand the fierce and cruel Yin Qi of the underworld demon.

Even the souls of the Shinto masters who had flown out of the ruins of the fairyland in advance were greatly affected, and their souls were stabbed, and they held their heads in pain.

Some young people who followed the elders of the clan to practice in the underworld and had lower cultivation levels fainted on the spot, their souls were cracked, and their three souls and seven spirits wanted to leave their bodies and fly away, but were forcibly suppressed by the elders of the clan with the soul-suppressing magic weapon.

Those souls who were still in the ruins of the fairyland and whose escape light had not yet run far were in bad luck. Wutou Jinan saw that several people were frightened, and their three souls and seven spirits fled on the spot, and their souls exploded.

The real souls flew away, and they died, and they could not die again, and they did not even have the chance to reincarnate.

Among these self-destructing souls, there were many Shinto masters of the third realm.

However, these are the newly emerged third-level masters after the Great Strife. Their foundations are not as good as those of the Shinto masters who broke through the third level before the Great Strife. Although they will be affected, they sit cross-legged on the spot, sacrifice the magic weapon to protect the way, chant the Calming Heart Mantra and the Cleansing Heart Mantra, and safely pass the crisis.

Jin An lost his head, eyes, ears, mouth and nose, but his consciousness was not cut off or closed, so he was also affected.

It's just that the impact he suffered was much lighter than other Shinto masters.

He has a strong cultivation and a magic weapon that imitates a divine weapon. He stands upright on the ruins of the fairyland and resists the pressure of the magic power of heaven and earth.

He is the only human who resists the pressure and stands.

But no one saw this scene, because the ruins of the fairyland are too big. Those who escaped from the ruins of the fairyland in advance can hardly notice this small detail of hundreds of miles; those who have not escaped from the ruins of the fairyland, one by one, cross-legged on the spot and chant the Calming Heart Mantra and the Cleansing Heart Mantra, without time to split themselves.

The headless Jinan, who recovered first, saw a shocking scene.

As the paper boat sank for a distance, it would never see the sun again. The yin energy would never dissipate. In the darkness of the underworld, a huge head like the giant spirit suddenly rose up, but this giant spirit was a dead giant spirit. Its skin was dark blue and gray, and it had no holy light.

It opened its bloody mouth as dark as the abyss.

From bottom to top.

It swallowed the paper boat that had already descended a little, like the giant spirit swallowing the pearl, and swallowed the paper boat into its corpse.