Chapter 301: Nether Stream, Corpse Repair Valley

The north of Beiju Luzhou is the boundless Beihai.
Yang Jian returned from the underworld that day and rushed directly to the shore of the North Sea to explore the location of the Netherworld Stream.
I remember that Senior Bai Ze said that he also dug out Liuya from a jade coffin by accident, and this time it is estimated to be the same.
Although I don't know why Liu Ya always appeared like this, but when Houtu Empress said so, Yang Jian just did it.
Most areas of the North Sea are frozen all year round. It is said that the spring of the North Sea is the root of ice and cold in the Nine Pollution Springs in the world. Many immortal gates that practice the way of ice are located in the North Sea.
It is precisely because of this that the cold of the North Sea has suppressed the miasma in Beiju Luzhou, and there is no need to be poisoned by the miasma.
What surprised Yang Jian most was that many human races also lived on the coast of the North Sea; these human races were still in the form of tribes, relying on hunting, fishing and farming for their livelihoods. Although they were not in Xingmao, there were some immortals who took care of them. Can go.
These immortals take care of these tribes for the sake of accepting disciples, and it is not entirely out of good intentions.
Yang Jian did not show any trace, riding on an iceberg, drifting with the waves on the surface of the North Sea, constantly exploring the seabed with his spiritual consciousness.
Nether River, listen to the name, it should be a trench on the bottom of the sea. If you can figure it out with the underworld, there may be all sorts of weird...
"This vast ocean..."
Yang Jian was a little worried, half of the half-month appointment had passed, and he hadn't even seen the shadow of Nether River.
Go to these fairy gates to find out?
Yang Jian pondered over and over again, and decided to ask his familiar Taoist friends first; Needless to say, the six Meishan Friends had never left Meishan for thousands of miles, and they thought about attacking Meishan every day.
Although Da Ang is a member of the Wu tribe, under Yang Jian's observation, the tribes of the Wu tribe are concentrated on the southern side of Beiju Luzhou, and there are not too many Wu tribes in the north.
Besides, Da Ang itself is a bit muddy...
As a result, Yang Jian could only play up the ideas of these immortals.
Speaking of the immortal gate, of course, I need to ask my older brother Lu Chunyang. Yang Jian repaired a book and sent it out with a letter of jade charm, asking Lu Chunyang where the quiet river was. If Lu Chunyang didn't know, I would send him a reply.
Unexpectedly, a day later, a sword came from the south, and the handsome Taoist man who couldn't be more familiar stood on it. After finding Yang Jian, he grinned immediately.
"Why did you come to Beihai?"
"Brother, you are already here?"
"I came here in Central China," Lu Chunyang smiled, carrying the sword on his back, and fell to Yang Jian's side. He sat down and let out a long sigh of relief.
Yang Jian was also outspoken: "The friendship between us is so rebellious? You ran over when I wrote a letter."
"I bah! Immeasurable Tianzun... to refrain from anger or anger."
Lu Chunyang pinched a seal and glared at Yang Jian, "I take everything to your heart! In fact, I also ran out to hide for any reason. The mountain is getting more and more unable to stay."
Yang Jian smiled and said, "Why can't you stay? Is there some extraterritorial demon?"
"There is no heaven demon, but the heart demon has one," Lu Chunyang curled his mouth, his eyes a little melancholy.
Yang Jian knew right now that Lu Chunyang was talking about his master in this life, the fairy named He...
Yang Jian groaned a few times and said, "Brother, my generation cultivator, in fact, don't need to care much about this. Sticking to this and restraining your hands and feet, on the contrary, you lose your heart and your way."
"Huh," Lu Chunyang rolled his eyes anger, and slid his fingers over the two strands of long hair in front of his temple. "Then I ask you, if your master is a woman and is kind to you like a mountain, I will raise you slowly and want you again. How do you deal with yourself when you marry her?"
"Marry," Yang Jian replied decisively, "Master's life is like a mountain. Besides, it's not that you don't have the memory of your previous life."
"That's different!" Lu Chunyang suddenly looked a little excited, "I'm not afraid of being poked and verbally abused, but my previous life was the Heavenly King East, and countless people in heaven and on earth are waiting for my joke! If I marry my master, she Her name, her voice, will be ridiculed and will be passed on forever!"
Yang Jian silently nodded slightly.
Lu Chunyang breathed a sigh of relief, with a wry smile at the corner of his mouth, "And you said, if I marry her, should I call her master, or a lady?"
"Friends of Taoism."
"You! I shouldn't have said this to you."
Yang Jian chuckles freely, took two jars of celestial brew from the black turtle belt and threw it to Lu Chunyang.
"Where is Nether Stream?"
"There are thirty thousand miles to the northwest from here, under the ten thousand years of profound ice, there is the coldest place in the wild except for the North Sea Eye."
Lu Chunyang unplugged the wine jar, raised his head and took a big mouthful.
The cold wind drew the wine into his throat, causing him to cough, and his eyes were a little red.
Yang Jian knew that he had something on his mind. At this moment, he knew where Netherworld was, and he couldn't be anxious when he was in a hurry, so he accompany him to drink and talk about his worry.
Lu Chunyang has sentiment in his heart that is hard to give up, and his cultivation has been trapped for three thousand years and cannot make progress. This is really a torture to the monks.
Yang Jian couldn't persuade him either. Lu Chunyang could only figure out this matter by himself. No one could persuade him.
Drinking on ice is also not elegant.
After Lu Chunyang was drunk and danced his sword and sang loudly, Yang Jian summoned the sleeping dog, leaned comfortably on the dog's back, and lay there with a smile.
Dufeng dances Tianjiu, sword across Wuhuazhou.
Why do you need wine for heartbroken? The fairy knows I am worried.
It was night, the starry sky was shining, the long Milky Way hung over the sky, and the calm sea surrounding the iceberg reflected the starry sky again.
Lu Chunyang hugged the sword, leaned on the other side of the snarling dog, and fell asleep soundly.
Yang Jian was awake, looking at the bright stars in the sky, thinking of all kinds of thoughts...
situation.
He has Xiaochan's sibling affection, Yaoji's mother-son affection, and even the master's mentorship affection, but the love of men and women, he and Xin Ke, seem to be missing something.
In the words of later generations, there should be a lack of ‘passion’.
Everything seemed logical, and I had a little admiration for Xin Ke, and Xin Ke also had some respect for herself.
Maybe it was because the two of them didn't fall in love because of "meeting" in the first place, and the relationship between the two was too much involved.
Dragon Palace...
Yang Jian suddenly realized that he was not eager to marry Xinke, and was mixed with a lot of unwillingness in his heart.
He hasn't experienced true love yet, he will get married early...
"Not bad," Yang Jian slowly closed his eyes, listening to Lu Chunyang's snoring, snoring for a while.
Lu Chunyang was drunk, and it was already the sixth day when he was sober; Yang Jian saw that the half-month period set by Houtu was approaching, but Lu Chunyang didn't intend to leave, so he couldn't urge him to leave.
Come and flick? His old brother Lu is reincarnated in a dignified manner, so don't you want to make a difference?
Yang Jian asked, "I'm going to Nether River for a visit. Brother, are you going?"
"Go, there's nothing wrong with you anyway, you might be able to get a little better with you." Lu Chunyang smiled, and set Yang Jian's posture.
Yang Jian pondered a little. Although he didn't want Lu Chunyang involved in this matter, he just saw Liu Ya and it should be fine.
Well, when Liu Ya showed up, just let Lu Chunyang close his eyes.
Lu Chunyang asked: "When will you leave?"
"Tonight," Yang Jian calculated the time. Perhaps after Tonight, Liu Ya will appear on the bottom of the sea, showing himself that innocent and harmless...smirk.
"what."
"Why are you laughing?"
"It's okay, I thought of an old person," Yang Jian glanced at Lu Chunyang, "I came to Nether River this time to find her."
As soon as this statement came out, Lu Chunyang took a breath, "This is not easy to say, brother Yang, do you know what realm is Netherworld?"
"If I knew, how could I still ask old brother you."
"Okay, let me tell you to understand," Lu Chunyang pointed to the northwest, "Netherworld Stream, Jiandi also heads to the Nether Realm. In fact, this is the end of the Three Way River, and it is also the place where the dead and yin energy of the Underworld condenses. You know. , What's more in the Nether Stream?"
Yang Jian shook his head and listened carefully.
"Zombie repair! And they are all the longevity Taoists after their fall, turned into corpse repairs!"
"Corpse repair?" Yang Jian immediately thought of a few allusions that Master had said, "Drought?"
Lu Chunyang also froze for a moment, thought a little, and said: "The drought you mentioned is just the more famous corpse repair in the prehistoric age, but she is not the strongest corpse repair, and she can't go to the deepest part in the gloomy stream."
"In the corpse repair, is there a quasi-master-level powerhouse?"
"I haven't heard of that, but the corpse repairs are all for cultivating the flesh. They are dead spirits, and they step into the underworld. UU Reading www.uukanshu.com is nourished by the ghost and yin in the underworld, and gradually the corpse changes. ..."
Lu Chunyang counted all of these like many treasures. To be said, the Heavenly Court sent an army to crusade the corpse repairs, but was defeated by several powerful, invulnerable, and physically powerful corpses repaired in the Daluo realm. Lu Chunyang said nothing.
"If you talk about fighting, you are also physical and tyrannical, but you are not afraid of them."
Yang Jian smiled indifferently, standing in the demeanor of his own master.
"Be careful at night," Yang Jian said, and Lu Chunyang had to nod when he saw that he had decided.
Lu Chunyang asked: "Your old friend, could it be a corpse repair?"
"No, of course not," Yang Jian denied, thinking for a while, "Brother, you'd better not ask about her, and don't look at it when you see her."
"Why?"
"I'm afraid you will cause trouble to the upper body," Yang Jian said earnestly. Lu Chunyang had never heard Yang Jian's tone, and nodded solemnly.
That night, the two left the iceberg, turned into two streams of light, entered the North Sea, and went straight to the nether stream.
About half an hour later, they arrived at the boundary, and when they looked up, it was a thousand-meter-thick ice. Looking down, there was a sea cliff below a thousand meters, and two cliffs stood opposite each other.
All parts of the seabed are greenish, but among the two cliffs, there is a black crack, and bubbles are constantly emerging from it, and a chill of ghost energy penetrates the heart.
Yang Jian asked: "Here, can you enter the underground palace?"
Lu Chunyang said: "No, there are six reincarnation disc powers to suppress, here you can only go out, not in."
"I'll go down first."
"It's all together," Lu Chunyang was a little unhappy, "Do you think I have never seen the world?"
Yang Jian smiled and said nothing, and the two of them went into the deep crack with their heads and feet.