Chapter 1480: Mortal Shen Minghe

Immortal.
That is the existence of Fengshen Realm!
He dare not break through the opponent's bottom line at will.
"There is a boat here, let's go by boat." Han Chen absorbed all the mysterious aura at this time, so he and Jiu Honghui could see the Styx for a short time, and only then discovered that there was a ferry.
"The ferry, the ferry... the unmanned boat on the wild ferry is on its own!"
"Yes, there should be a ferry here! According to legend, the underworld is an ominous place. Ordinary people cannot enter this place. Only the dead will enter here. If a mortal wants to go to the underworld to do things, only through one This way, it’s the ferry. It seems that we have come to the right place. This is the ferry port. As long as we get to the other side from here, we must have a chance to know whether this ghost mountain Lianquan is dead." Na Zhuhong Huiyu first He whispered, and then explained the situation here, and finally he was so excited that he took Han Chen onto the ferry.
This ferry was not very special, but when they got on it, their spiritual power was already limited, and there was no storage ring.
"When you enter the gate of ghosts, you don't worship Buddha or immortals. You are a mortal when you are born, and you are a ghost when you die. A mortal will sink a ship and fall into the bottom of a river of Styx, and will never turn over. Do you want a ferry?"
At this time, there was an empty voice backing up in the sky above Styx, and both of them were a little hairy in fright. Neither of them were ready for this sudden noise.
Especially unknown enemies, they can't even find where the sounding enemy is.
At this moment, Na Jihong Huiyu took out the red cloth in his hand and fixed it on his forehead, it seemed as weird as weird.
The image of this person suddenly became those zombie films previously seen on the earth, but Han Chen is also a cultivator at any rate, and naturally knows that he must pretend to be a dead person at this time.
Therefore, Han Chen also learned from Ji Honghui and fixed the rag on his forehead.
With rags hung on Han Chen's forehead, the boat really started to move, and the voice of the previous words also disappeared.
However, Han Chen could still see from the front of the rag, the half-length old man floating in front of the river, hovering forward.
Although the journey was relatively short, Han Chen broke out in a cold sweat for fear that the mortal sinking into the Styx would happen.
But in the end, nothing like this happened. Soon Han Chen and Na Zhihong Huiyu saw the opposite side of this place.
Here on the other side, it seems to be much quieter.
Han Chen always feels in a trance, as if he is back in the busy city on earth. There are feasting and feasting everywhere, and some people can be seen spending time here, but in the subconscious, Han Chen still knows that these people are dead in front of them. Compared with people, they are basically people of two worlds.
Han Chen is now crossing the border to do errands, so that's why he ended up in this fierce ghost street. Otherwise, who would come here?
Perhaps it is the response of the people of the earth. Seeing these, it is still a little frightened.
The Jiu Honghui next to him calmed down a lot. He didn't seem to be frightened by the scene in front of him. He shuttled from these places calmly, even from the bodies of some souls.
Han Chen didn't dare to avoid those ghosts honestly.
Among these ghosts, there are some who are not weak in cultivation, but they are not enough for Han Chen.
"What should I do now?" Han Chen transmitted the sound to the other party, and they finally got embedded in this fierce ghost street.
"Try to speak as little as possible, and less voice. We are now at each other’s base camp. We didn’t expect it to be so lively here. Presumably the ghost mountain Lianquan might not be easy. Daoists must be psychologically prepared. We originally came for the godhead. It is very likely that the news of the death of the godhead exists, and it may be a false news. We can only go for a walk in front of you to see if Guishan Lianquan really exists."
Na Zhihong Huiluo explained it.
Han Chen didn't dare to say a word anymore. After all, they came in with a talisman, not a real ghost. If something happens, Han Chen may not be able to stop it.
Everything is better.
After crossing the Menggui Street, I came to a tall house, but the whole house was designed in red, with some red and cyan vines wrapped around it. In the middle was a huge coconut-shaped palace, which was floating at this time. Above the Menggui Street, the palace seemed to have a lot of tentacles, and the tentacles controlled the ghosts on the ground one by one. Upon closer inspection, you could see some unexplained strange liquid flowing in it.
Han Chen looked at this unique palace style, and felt that it was really like a huge depressive underworld.
However, Liufangsi was only a management of the underworld, and the truly terrifying purgatory should be the 18th under the jurisdiction of King Yama.
So there will be a lot of souls appearing in the party on the ghost street.
Han Chen didn't dare to be careless, and looked at each other with Na Zhui Honghui, and didn't know how to speak.
Han Chen can faintly feel that there are two or three powerful and unmatched forces inside, so Han Chen's face is a little uncomfortable, those are not what Han Chen can resist.
However, at this moment, the atmosphere of reincarnation is indeed very dense in the Yin Cao Jifu, but it is covered by the red cloth on his forehead. It seems that this red cloth can really help me walk into these fierce ghost streets.
"We are waiting for the sacrifices they are waiting for. Their sacrifices are about to begin. Then the ghost mountain Lianquan will inevitably appear, and the organization of the ghost mountain Lianquan will be necessary for this sacrifice to be useful." Na Zhihong Huiyu analyzed Said.
Han Chen was a little weird. Since the ghost mountain Lianquan was lonely, how could he explain the souls he saw at this time?
Doesn’t it mean that he has no basis in faith?
Those people on the ghost street are also his subordinates, so naturally they must be his incense.
"Presumably Fellow Daoist Han has a lot of thoughts, but this is not a problem. You have to see clearly when the sacrifice is made, and naturally you will know everything at that time." Jiu Hong Huiyu seemed to see through Han Chen's mind. What he thought, so reminded.
Han Chen took a deep look at the place, and then flashed to the side if nothing happened, preparing to adjust his breath. In fact, Han Chen was analyzing the palace, where the mysterious aura was the strongest. When the time comes, he will have to let Ao Bai recover here. Row.
By the way, learn about the composition here.
Han Chen was still very cautious and didn't absorb the things here so much that it made a lot of noise.