The horrible suction force is like a storm sweeping through nine days, dragging Ye Wuque and Hua Pi Keer into a long passage, extremely fast!
Ye Wuque's body's vitality exploded fiercely, and the huge physical strength bombarded the ten directions like Optimus Prime to fight against it.
The sky-shaking roar was constantly sounding in the void in all directions. How terrible is Ye Wuque's attack now?
However, there is still nothing to do with this horrible suction!
Then Ye Wuque stopped resisting, and chose to follow the trend, but stabilized his figure, his eyes were like a knife, the power of the soul overflowed in all directions, and by the way, he held the painted Pi Keer.
The terror suction pulled Ye Wuque and Painted Kerr out of the passage in an instant, and rushed forward. Under the vision of the soul, Ye Wuque suddenly saw a dimly chaotic world in front of him, covering everything and permeating endlessness. Black mist.
Tear!
The horrible suction force was like at the moment of contact with this chaotic world, Ye Wuque suddenly felt a repulsive force burst out, pushing himself into the chaotic world!
Then, the horrible suction disappeared!
Ye Wuque's figure suddenly began to fall, and there was a strong black mist in all directions. With his arrival, he began to chaotic and wriggle extremely quickly, exuding an indescribable sense of ancient mystery.
The holy way's fighting spirit was surging, and Ye Wuque's body surface suddenly lit up with golden light, illuminating all directions!
But the strange thing is that this chaotic world seems to have indescribable power, controlling everything, as if all the rules have been established, making Ye Wuque unable to fly at all, standing in the air.
It can only float a little bit and fall slowly.
During this process, these black mists kept surging, enveloping Ye Wuqian, as if he was being washed away in it.
Ye Wuque didn't perceive any danger from the black mist, but shuttled through it, feeling like a world away, as if it was not the direction, but the long time.
Until a certain moment, the black mist suddenly and slowly became thinner, and the bottom of Ye Wuque also suddenly lit up slightly.
The black mist split suddenly!
Ye Wuque's figure fell from it and hit the ground.
One turned over and landed steadily.
After a few breaths, Painted Kerr also fell here with a pale face.
Ye Wuque looked at this place, his eyes were slightly narrowed, and the Holy Path battle energy in his body surged rapidly. He was on guard, and he could burst out all his combat power at any time!
He was drawn into the headless giant corpse by that horrible suction, that is, in the fairy burial. Everything happened too suddenly, and it was not from his original wish.
In addition, Nangong Sword Madness was in front, and it was what happened in this immortal burial, so Ye Wuque was fully guarded at this moment.
"It looks like a...dry river bank?"
Ye Wuque frowned slightly, she had recognized this place, she raised her head and looked at the sky, but there was no black mist at all, only a dark night.
Above the night sky, a round of crescents hung high, but it was... terribly green!
Bad green crescent!
The shining everywhere is a terrible green, very infiltrating.
The place where it stood was uneven, and the pitch-black ground gradually became clear under the dreaded green moonlight.
Painted Ke'er on the side suddenly let out a muffled snort, kicking and kicking is going backwards, her pale face is already covered with panic, and her feet have nowhere to rest!
Because at this moment, countless faces appeared on the uneven ground under her feet!
Those faces were pale white with different expressions.
Crazy, painful, spiteful, unwilling, tragic, arrogant...
Too much!
All kinds of weird faces, as if inlaid on the earth, seemed to stare at Ye Wuque and Painted Peker.
Ye Wuque also narrowed his eyes.
Because the entire dry river bank is densely covered with countless strange faces, looking down at it, the visual impact is too great.
Oooh!
At this moment, a gloomy wind suddenly hung in all directions, as if a ghost was whimpering, with a trace of icy coldness.
The sky is miserable and green crescent.
There are countless faces on the ground.
The wind is howling like ghosts!
Hell is nothing more than that.
Ye Wuque's spirit power had already spread out, but he felt a boundless nothingness.
And he can judge that this is not an illusion.
"This is the fairy burial?"
Ye Wuque looked at Painted Kerr.
Painted Ke'er's face was pale at the moment, but after hearing Ye Wuque's question, she still said a little bit: "Master, I, I don't know..."
"But Master, I feel a kind of anxiety! Strong anxiety! As if, as if some terrible danger is approaching us!"
Ye Wuque's eyes flashed slightly when he painted Pi Keer.
Wow!
Suddenly, a roar of resistance from a river suddenly came from far and near. In the distance ahead, there was an endless turbid river at some point, and endless waves undulated along with it.
Ye Wuque's eyes became compelling.
Before this strange world, there was no such turbid river at all, and there were only dry river banks in the distance, but at this moment it appeared inexplicably!
The embankment is covered by a turbid river, as if it has always been here.
Wow!
The overcast wind came with a weird feeling at the end of life and death, making the whole body cold, and the scalp could not help but feel numb.
I only saw it on the turbid river. At this moment, there was a small boat slowly following the current.
The boat was broken, showing a gray-black color.
Whirling, it seems that it is coming with the wind, slowly approaching Ye Wuque and Hua Pi Keer.
In the next moment, a poignant and weird ancient ballad resounded.
"A drop of lovesickness...
"Two money lives and tears..."
"Three bowls of regret and tears..."
"Four glasses without tears..."
"Five inches of mourning and tears..."
"Tears are like rain, weeping for the dead, how happy is life, and why die..."
"On the bank of Wangchuan River, life and death are separated, yin and yang are separated, all are helpless..."
The song was rippling, the boat approached, and finally came to the shore, floating quietly.
On the boat, in front of a pair of oars, an old woman bowed her waist. She was wearing black clothes and a black hat. With a pair of turbid and sad eyes, she quietly looked at Ye Wuque and Painted Kerr, grinning slowly. A weird smile.
"Two people, since they are here, why not get on the boat?"
The voice of the black-clothed old woman was faintly weird. At first it sounded like a seven-year-old 80-year-old, but it was mixed with a little girlish voice.
Ye Wuque's face was expressionless, but his bright eyes were as deep as a knife. He stared at the black-clothed old woman without speaking.
"You, you are..."
Painting Pi Keer here, but staring at the old woman in black, as if vaguely recognizing something, her expression became scared and unbelievable!
"The poor girl, she died, but she stayed in the world, suffering again, oh, suffering..."
The withered palms of the black-clothed old woman suddenly leaned forward slightly, each holding a bowl of soup on both hands!
Black bowl, black soup!
But if you look closely, the black soup seems to be filled with endless crystal colors, as if it is full of all the ups and downs in the world.
"Drink this bowl of soup, but it's the first thing."
The old woman in black sighed.
"Meng Po Tang!!!"
"You are... Po Meng!!"
"This is Wangchuanhe!!"
Painted Pike's voice revealed a hint of unbelievable horror, sharp and high-pitched, and at the same time her expression began to twist, her hands held her head, her face showed endless pain, as if she was remembering something.
"Ugh……"
"Good boy, drink this bowl of soup and you won't be in pain anymore..."
The old woman in black, Po Meng sighed again.
Her voice seemed to reveal a kind of magic, and the painful Painted Keer suddenly became quiet. Looking at Po Meng, her eyes slowly became blurred, and she walked slowly towards Po Meng.
Finally came to the side of the boat, Painted Kerr took a bowl of Mengpo soup, stared at the bowl of soup blankly, and subconsciously murmured: "If you drink it, you will forget it, and if you drink it, it will be good..."
"A bowl of Mengpo soup, the front edge can be forgotten..."
Painted Ke'er just drank a bowl of Meng Po soup, and then his eyes became more blurred, and he unconsciously stepped into the boat.
Po Meng's gaze turned, her weird vicissitudes of eyes looked at the remaining Ye Wuque, and she also raised the remaining bowl of soup, grinning: "Young man, it's your turn..."
Ye Wuque was still expressionless. After hearing Po Meng's voice, he finally spoke lightly: "If you don't drink soup, you can't get on the boat?"
"of course."
Po Meng sighed slightly, and then looked at Ye Wuque's eyes with a hint of pity.
"Only the undead who drank the soup can temporarily seal the grievances in the body and freeze everything, so that they can safely cross the Wangchuan River and reach the other bank, otherwise the endless grievances in the Wangchuan River will attack desperately, which is more than death. A terrible experience that is so painful countless times."
Po Meng seemed patiently to explain to Ye Wuque.
Ye Wuque's eyes flashed slightly.
Meng Po, who had been staring at Ye Wuque, felt more compassionate in her eyes, and then she sighed slightly: "Young man, it seems that you have not accepted what has happened."
"You are dead..."
