At the moment, a monk is blocking the thick dust of the monument.
The dusty sky faintly shows that there are three Chinese seal characters engraved on the horizontal tablet.
Luo Yu whispered, "Hundred Li …?"
At the same time, Wei Shang, who stood in front of him, waved his sleeves and stood in front of him. The dust of the iron monument read out "… the ancient road of death!"
At that time, the quartet exclaimed.
"Isn’t that … the ancient road with a hundred miles of yellow?"
"It’s really too ancient!"
"Hey ~ it’s hard to say that it’s the first time that a living person has entered the underworld in all ages!"
"Bah bah shut your crow mouth … unlucky"
At the moment, Wei Bai Lian’s star has been carefully observed after winding around the iron monument.
After Xiao Zhuan Ming yue-
"The dead road is not easy to take. The ghosts, old and young, come to report.
Look at the sun, the moon and the stars; I can’t see the dust in the land.
Look ahead and you can’t see Yang Avenue; Looking back, I can’t see my friends and neighbors.
The yellow road is rugged, bumpy, weathered and bitter … "
Reading the inscription of Wei Shang lightly, I sighed, "In the past, when I was reading ancient books, I occasionally saw the dead on the far side of the predecessors’ grave road, but those who cried and refused to go against the ghost law came to detain you and beat you."
If you want to flatter the Yin soldiers and try to escape, you can’t earn the chains in their hands. "
Bai Lianxing also agreed to nod. Obviously, she has heard similar stories about seeing him and then said, "It is said that no matter how much money Yang has, the dead are all white. Only by walking through this dead road can you become a real ghost."
Mozhuang laughed with it. "Ghost? Don’t be ridiculous. It’s all dead. What is it if it’s not a ghost? "
Xuantianzong swallows and swallows, but "ghosts and ghosts"
Bai Lianxing nodded and smiled, then said, "Yan Daoyou said it was the ghosts who had a ghost gate before they could be reincarnated."
"Hey ~ OK," Mo Zhuang waved his hand dismissively. "You, the best in Qingyun, have no knowledge and have gone up again ~"
Wei Shang said with a smile, "How can you say that you and I will get it in a hundred years?"
Mozhuang immediately smiled. "Hey, it’s really reasonable."
Then he looked at Bai Lianxing. "Tell me more quickly. It’s hard to say that some unlucky people here will soon be able to?"
Suddenly, the four sides have cast bad eyes and wish to give this crow mouth a big mouth.
Chapter 73 Off the Five Terraces of the Underworld Yin Cao
At the moment, there are many monks around the broken iron monument who can’t wait to look around.
They were rummaging around like a group of scavengers, picking up broken bricks and tiles, looking through the bones and looking for them carefully.
Of course, many people have jumped over this iron monument and stepped on the desolate and gloomy ancient road.
There doesn’t seem to be any instability here, as mentioned by Yanyu Pavilion. It’s extremely dim, and the vision is like a dark cloud.
The square is like ink, and both sides are covered by thick rolling clouds, which are too high to be chaotic. In addition to looking at the end at the moment, the ruins of Taikoo are damaged, and even the bones are all over the ground. Even the broken soldiers have not found one.
At this time, many practitioners have left one after another, and most of them are still looking for opportunities.
Of course, Luo Yu’s four people still set up a monument.
Luo Yun saw all the corrections and headed for the long and narrow ancient road of hundreds of miles to find treasure. He looked anxiously at Luo Yu. "Boss, why are we still pestling like a wooden stick?" Ma slipped away! "
And Luo Yu suddenly closed his eyes by pressing his head, which seemed a little painful!
Baber saw Luo Yu’s abnormality and quickly asked, "What’s wrong with you?"
Luo Yu shook his head as he woke up, and looked at the familiar and unfamiliar environment around him. His eyes were complicated. "I remember … I seem to have been here once."
"Have you been here?" Xiao Luoyun held out his thumb with a big eye. "You are awesome!"
But then he suddenly remembered Luo Yu’s life and was pleasantly surprised. "So … eldest brother, you are a regular customer! Tell me where there are good things. Don’t let those king eggs take advantage! "
The wave son immediately denounced "knew a good thing! There are still major events. "
"Hey ~" Xiao Luoyun shrugged off a defiant posture. "Big things … I don’t even sleep with you. How can I live up to the word" bullying "if I don’t grab some good things in the underworld and leave a souvenir?"
Anu added, "I still have to grab food."
"Yes!" Luo Yun shouted, "Nobody knows it anyway!"
Babo was too lazy to pay attention to this sleepy eater. She looked at Luo Yu curiously. "So was the underworld the same as it is now?"
Luo Yu shook his head with a wry smile and sighed, "The memory of eternal reincarnation is just a fragment residue, but I remember him in a trance when I look at this broken iron tablet … and saved me."
"He? Who is it? " Ba Bo Er and Luo Yun seem to have doubts.
At the moment, Luo Yu looks up at the remnant meteorite tablet, and the broken memories of past lives are constantly flashing in front of her eyes …
Years ago …
At that time, the underworld did not belong to the sky or the mountains and seas.
There are thirteen ghosts in the underworld. You have to go through thirteen ghosts to enter the market and divide The six great divisions in the wheel of karma …
That’s when my soul was first driven into the underworld of hell. At that time, I was like this. This monument was just a child’s dead soul.
Ghost soldiers dare not detain me and stay away;
Ghosts scream, wail and panic.
At that time, I was afraid of me. I was afraid that I wouldn’t come near my god who was plunged into the abyss by my father.
But with a deafening noise, the iron tablet broke in front of me!
I understand that they are not afraid of me, but of the dark magic tide sweeping across the square in the distance.
The dark source of evil spirits and evil ways has devastated the underworld, devouring everything like a monstrous flood, screaming and mourning the dead, and destroying the underworld thirteen, including this hundred miles of yellow road.
Ghosts, ghosts and ghosts are vulnerable to the tide of demons, even the gods of the underworld are losing ground.