Chapter 750: Dead world

In addition to the broken three spaces, there are other spaces, but the distance is far away, and there are crystal walls blocking the space, and it is impossible to see the situation inside.
Xuanjiang's reincarnation eyes opened, and his vision became much clearer, and he could vaguely see the situation in the other three spaces.
A space with flames, a space with ice, and a space with strong winds are all different, but you can't see the details in detail.
"There are six spaces in total. Is this the so-called starting ball space?" Xuanyin said inwardly. In the original book, Kaguya Ji also has six starting ball spaces, and there are various scenes between the transitions.
Xuan used the eyes of reincarnation to look upwards. Of course, that was just what he thought. In this kind of space gap, the direction is meaningless. You can call the side he looks at.
In the distance, it was pitch black, and at the end, as if blocked by a larger space crystal wall, the place where he was now was just a small piece of it, vaguely, Xuan saw the wider world outside.
The closest to this large space is a place of similar size. In the sight of the reincarnation eye, there are also six spherical spaces up and down, similar to this side.
Xuan saw that the spherical space at the extreme edge was an upside-down world.
"Huh?" Xuan's eyes condensed, he wanted to see more clearly, but found that he couldn't be clearer anyway.
"It looks like one of Kaguya Ji’s starting ball space, is the one next to Kaguya Ji’s space." Xuan made reasonable inferences as much as possible. He tried to get closer, but found that no matter how he moved, Even if you use Thunder God, you can't get any distance closer.
"It seems that special ninjutsu is needed. There is no more gains for the time being. I will leave here first." After trying several methods to no avail, Xuan did not continue, leaving here a piece of the Flying Thunder God's Kuwu, right The eternal kaleidoscope of eyes rotates, the vortex of space appears, and his figure gradually disappears.
Coming to the familiar divine power space, Xuan Chang breathed a sigh of relief, the main world returned to his perception again, and he could use the divine power to jump back.
In the gap of space just now, he could not perceive the existence of the main world at all.
"It's been so long, it's time for the End of the Valley to end. I don't know what the result will be. I will find Madara anyway.
As he whispered to himself, Xuan's figure disappeared into the divine space again.
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In another place, a place that is not part of the human world, the sky is dark gray, and the whole world has no light as it should.
In the sky, a black sun was floating, shed a chilly light. The light was naturally black, but it was strangely bright.
A group of numb-looking people walked on the deserted ground, without seeing the end at a glance, and the whole world gave people a feeling of depression and desolation.
Above the earth, there is a wide river that descends from the horizon. The water is as dark as ink, and there is a faint cry of crying from the bottom of the river, making people tremble.
In the river, there was a ferry, and there was a ferry shrouded in black robes standing tall, unable to see his face, and exuding a chilly breath.
The numb-looking people walked to the shore, and every time they crossed their hands, they were full of people and headed towards the other side of the river. The boat was not big, and there were bound to be bumps in the vast river. People on the edge fell into the water and even had no time to struggle. The man's hand stretched out in the river, pulling the person who fell into the river to the bottom, no more ripples.
This is the Styx River, which separates the living and the dead. In the legend of the main world, it is called the Three Way River.
The east bank of the river is the magical place between life and death, and the west bank is the real kingdom of death.
After death, they will pass through the border of life and death and come to the river. The undead will lose consciousness at the moment they step in, no matter how powerful they were during their lifetime.
This is the rule of the world of death. The dead do not need their own consciousness. Therefore, all their thoughts will stay at the moment of death.
Unless someone can be recalled to the world of the living by special ninjutsu, then they will regain consciousness.
Of course, there are exceptions to everything. If it is a "god", it is naturally not within this limit, even if the is only a false god.
A white light suddenly cut through the sky, so dazzling in this gloomy world, it was a highly condensed chakra aggregate.
The Dushou in the Three Ways River raised his head and glanced at the light falling onto a mountain in the distance. That was the only place on the river with light, even though the light was not strong.
Dushou regained his gaze, still swinging his oars towards the other side of the river. His duty was to let the dead cross the river, and other things had nothing to do with him.
Moreover, even if he wanted to manage, he couldn't beat the people on that hill. Whether in the world or in the underworld, a big fist is always a universal truth.
The hilltop on the east bank has dim light emitting, which is very conspicuous in this gloomy world.
On the top of the mountain, a thatched house was erected, and a thin light curtain shrouded the entire mountain, separating it from the world of death.
Beside the thatched house, there are small green grasses growing, and there are even two evergreen trees, which are the most normal colors and full of vitality.
But in such a place, normality is the biggest abnormality. How can life be allowed in a dead world.
Unless these lives are protected by "God".
Creak!
The door of the thatched hut was pushed open, and an elderly man walked out slowly. He was dressed in white and dust-free, and his beard was drawn very long until he reached his heart. There were lines of facial lines on his face, very neat and tidy, very different from normal people. same.
At the collar of the white robe, six patterns of gou jade appeared, and a similar gou jade necklace hung on the neck.
The old man looked up and saw the white chakra ray in the sky. He stretched out his hand and opened a gap in the barrier curtain. The chakra ray suddenly fell and he was dragged in his hand.
"This is... the Chakra body that I stayed in the world to observe the world. Was it killed by someone... Hmm!" The old man looked at the chakra light in his hand and said in silence.
After a while, he put the light in his heart and was slowly absorbed by him.

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