The sentence "forgot" almost made the leader of the pass so angry that he was exhausted. What did you say? No matter how stupid he was, he could even forget how he died?

"Hey, you are not honest, right? Pretend to be stupid, right? OK!" The leader snorted coldly, then waved his hand, and the three subordinates hurriedly came over.

"Call me, until it says!"

Xue Wunuan didn't expect that he would be slapped by the soul whip for a day. But he was not afraid. He let the whip slapped on his body, and he saw that the soul body of the substitute became thinner and thinner. The soul body was created by himself, not rare, nor would he feel pain. The soul whip could not hurt his will, so he naturally looked calm.

Xue Wusuan even took the opportunity to sense the difference between these soul-killing whips in Yincha's hands and those in Wudao's Underworld.

"It's all magic weapons. But it seems that the power of the soul-killing whip here is far less than that of the soul-killing whip in Wudao Underworld, and there is no Nine Ghost Flame on it. The grade should be much worse. But the problem is that the soul-killing whip in Wudao Underworld is a low-grade magic weapon, so what level is the soul-killing whip here?"

Seeing that Xue Wusan's substitute seemed to be dissipating, several officers did not dare to continue to slap. They looked at each other with a strange look on their faces. They had cleaned up countless souls, and had never seen such a tough person as hard as in front of them. Their faces did not change, let alone screaming.

"Boss, you can't beat me anymore. If you fight again, you will be disbanded. If the judge asks me, it will be difficult to explain. Isn't it necessary to make a mistake?"

The consolation from his subordinates gave the officer leader a step forward. He was angry but could not be relieved. The doubts in his heart were even more intense.

"Come on, take this dog, let's meet the judge now! See what the hell is from this dog!"

Xue Wusuan said nothing, but still had a smile on his face. However, he thought to himself. When he arrived at this pass, Xue Wusuan had already seen all the cultivation levels of the Yin Clan here clearly.

There are a total of 1,800 Yin Disasters, and the lowest cultivation level is the middle stage of the Ghost Strike. The highest is the leader of the officer in front of him, the middle stage of the Ghost General. A ghost general can manage nearly 2,000 Yin Disasters in the middle stage, which makes Xue Wusheng feel a little strange. He heard that he wanted to take him to see the judge, so he was very eager to follow him and go around more places.

As for whether it will be exposed, Xue Wusun is not worried. How can the mystery of the substitute be so easy to discover? Besides, the back path has been arranged. Once the substitute is exposed and the substitute is destroyed, the will will go back to the Wudao Underworld, who can stop him?

He was suppressed by the evil spirits and left the queue of the dead souls. He walked past the pass. Not far away were buildings, each of which was mighty and ferocious, imposing, and gloomy. He looked like a secluded underworld, which was very different from the indecent underworld that Xue Wusuan was in charge.

Xue Wusuan felt quite disdainful of this. He felt that although it looked solemn and solemn here, it was full of gloom and majesty everywhere, but there was no irritation at all. Where was it comfortable to stay? It was just a large prison.

As soon as my mind moved, Xue Wusun knew about the past Yinshi cultivation status. He walked along but didn't see any Yin soldiers and generals. He was puzzled, could it be that there was no such existence as Yin soldiers in this area?

"Let me go, where do you soldiers want to take me?" In order to solve his own doubts, Xue Wusun pretended to be very similar. Although he was weak in his words, his words were clear and his tone was not inconsistent.

"Bianpi?" The leader of the officer who was walking in the front stopped hearing this, turned his head and looked at Xue Wusun and smiled: "Are you willing to speak? But you still pretend to be stupid! Bianpi is here, do you use this as a military camp in the world?" After that, he stopped paying attention to Xue Wusun's questioning. He probably wanted to figure out Xue Wusun's origin earlier, and then find a way to clean up the thorny head. Of course, it is best to throw it into hell, keeping the stupid souls that will cry and cry to my parents.

Along the way, Xue Wusun saw many wonders. For example, a huge river crossing along the road had a constant flow rate and was unpredictable. The river water was wafting like a mirror. There were many countless dead souls floating inside, with pain expressions, and their mouths opened seemed to scream silently.

For example, there are also red shore flowers here, which bloom on both sides of the river, with a large number. But no one seems to take care of them, because many petals fell on the ground and no one picked them up, and they have already laid a layer. It is a waste.

There seemed to be no Yin soldiers and camps, nor Gui Kingdom. Along the way, there were either various executive agencies or houses for Yinmen.

"System, can you check the detailed architecture here?"

"Beep! Yes, it takes three hours, will it start immediately?"

"start."

Xue Wusun smiled even brighter. It is a good thing to be able to detect, which means that there is no system information available in the underworld. At least it is not as dangerous as the original world.

Along the way, Xue Wusuan became more and more curious. Because he felt that there was no less than 50,000 or 60,000 yuan in disparity. But he had not yet discovered that even if a person's cultivation level exceeded that of a ghost general, the highest level was the ghost general.

However, Xue Wusun’s biggest experience is that there is time in the underworld in this direction! This means that the erosion caused by time will inevitably be brought about!

Xinnian suddenly felt a sense of evil spirit. He quickly withdrew his will and found that he had arrived in front of a blood-red hall.

There are many dead souls in front of this hall, almost invisible to see the end, and they are all escorted by the officers, each of whom is frowning or pretending to be calm, with a strange expression.

Moreover, the average cultivation level of the servants here is significantly higher than that of the servants Xue Wusan sensed at the pass and on the way he came. The lowest is the early stage of the ghost general.

"Teacher, please report to the judge, and say that a wandering soul who cannot be verified in the pass will be found. I will escort him over and ask the judge to investigate clearly."

"Can't verify the identity? Are you sure?"

The head of the pass clasped his fists and replied, "OK."

"Okay, wait for me for a while and I'll go in and report now."

Soon, the report-reported messenger came out, nodded to the ghosts who were escorting Xue Wusan, waved to follow. The team passed the long queue and went straight into the hall.

"What a heavy power of reincarnation!" Xue Wusuan was secretly shocked. This place is the main hall, why is there such a heavy power of reincarnation suppressing the soul? This seems unreasonable?

In confusion, Xue Wuguan saw a man in a tall house dressed in red, wearing an official hat and a face full of cheeks in this gloomy hall. There was a man on both sides of the man dressed like a master. He looked up and down at Xue Wuguan who had entered the hall with curiosity.

A master on the left hand of the Han Dynasty flipped through the books in his hand and bowed to the Han Dynasty and said, "Reported to the judge, this wandering soul is indeed not on the book and cannot verify the past."

Is the man in red a judge?

Xue Wusun smiled and met the gaze from the high place, and said to himself: It is said that the judge has great power, and today he has witnessed it. Life and death are so weak, and the soul-catching pen is not in charge of the master but in charge of the judge. It is quite strange. But this person's cultivation is not very good. The early stage of the Ghost Immortal, is it almost the middle stage? The two next to him are in the middle stage of the Ghost King. Isn't this strength worthy of this identity?

"Bold! Don't kneel down when you see me!"

The pressure of words came to his face and swept across the hall. The secret messengers in the hall all looked nervous and knelt on one knee, although the pressure was not directed towards them.

Only Xue Wusun, who was standing in the center of the high platform, remained motionless. Even though he turned his substitute into a wandering soul, his will was there, so how could he be afraid of such a level of pressure? At best, it was the level of the two gods under his command.
Chapter completed!