But……

"The white-faced ghost is dead!"

The matchmaker said in shock, under the finger of Master Shou just now, the white-faced ghost couldn't even scream.

Finally, it quickly disintegrated and disappeared between heaven and earth.

But after his death, why does this swamp seem like more ghosts are about to emerge?

"Chi chi chi..."

As expected, the Corruption soon opened holes in various places, and ghostly hands poked out from inside.

"hiss!"

"Hoho!"

"Haha, quack!"

Either human-shaped, animal-shaped, or non-human or non-animal ghosts crawled out of the ground quickly, and the scene was very frightening.

On the Jinxing screen, the comment section was filled with excitement.

Everyone is guessing that if one white-faced ghost is killed, ten thousand white-faced ghosts will emerge, right?

Ten thousand and a half saints?

Although the white-faced ghost does not have the status of a semi-saint, and is not a semi-saint in the normal sense, it would be too terrifying if they were piled up in such numbers?

In the midst of all the ghosts and ghosts, Master Shou actually remained calm and calm. He even leaned down and reached out to scoop up a handful of swamp water.

"What is he doing!"

"What Master Shou is doing with his precious hands, I won't allow!"

"Don't fish for swamp water, fish for me..."

Jin Xing focused away, and it was seen that Master Shou scooped up a few viscous liquids from the corrupted land.

He twirled his fingertips and frowned.

When the two fingers were separated, everyone could see that the swamp water was dripping with thick silk liquid on Shou Ye's fingertips.

Tick ​​tock.

It fell to the ground again, making a rustling sound.

"A bit disgusting..."

As the Jinxing spectators concluded, it is indeed a bit disgusting.

Xu Xiaoshou has seen this stuff before.

He has killed fifty-six ghosts before, all of them were at the level of white-faced ghosts.

The difference is that some have only holy power, while others only have the aura of the power of death, which is far below the "master" standard.

Only a handful of three ghosts have mastered the power of death.

The strongest one among them is similar to the white-faced ghost at this time, and has received the same amount of ancestral power.

Xu Xiaoshou slayed the ghost. After the ghost died, it corrupted the earth and gave birth to a wisp of will.

Unfortunately, as soon as this will appeared, Xu Xiao sensed the pressure of the Holy Emperor. He couldn't bear it and thought about it, so he killed it with a sword while it hadn't condensed yet.

Afterwards, Xu Xiaoshou regretted extremely.

He thought that killing him would either weaken his strength or make him angry and reveal his true form.

No matter which direction the development takes, it is good.

At least, it can disrupt the other party's plan.

He never expected...

"If you cut it off, it will be gone."

There was really only one ray of will before, and it seemed to have little connection with its body. If it was gone, it would be gone.

After that, Xu Xiaoshou killed a dozen more ghosts, but none of them were as strong as this, and none of them had similar abnormalities in his life.

He even resorted to torture methods, and some of them had their seeds exploded. Unfortunately, there was still no will born after death.

No!

Zhongyuanjie went on a trip with Li Fugui and squatted down on this white-faced ghost, which contained a lot of death power.

Xu Xiaoshou was very enthusiastic.

Isn't the purpose of Lian Ba's plan to wait for the will of the corrupted land to be born after the ghost's death?

"Hiss!"

The ghosts are chasing each other blindly and bumping into each other.

There are really some people who don't have long eyes, and they stumble and just walk over by themselves.

Xu Xiaoshou raised two fingers together.

After thinking for a while, he put down his hand and gave way to the ghost.

"Don't scare Hua Changdeng. What if he realizes that I'm too dangerous and doesn't dare to come out?"

Boom!

Just as his thoughts flashed like this, the world shook violently.

In the place covered by ghosts, the color of the sky and the earth changed, and it suddenly fell from day to night. It was so cold and cold that it felt like falling into an ice cellar.

"It's so cold..."

The matchmaker's delicate body trembled violently. She felt that this scene was not something she could preach, and she wanted to retreat.

The place where Master Shou is is certainly more popular.

At this time, the two million people in Jin Xing's picture had already passed. With everyone rushing to tell each other, the number of people went straight to three million.

But not being able to stand up to "Shouye" is equal to "disaster"!

Even if there is heat around him, it must be extremely dangerous. Besides, he is not drunk from the wind, and Master Shou doesn't seem to have any intention of protecting himself.

"Woo, the matchmaker wants to withdraw..."

As soon as these words were spoken, Jin Xing's millions of viewers all raised their voices of resistance.

Before anyone could say anything, there was an explosion in the sky, and with a bang, numerous protective jade talismans on the matchmaker's body were blown to pieces.

"ah!"

She screamed and fell to the ground, her whole body was hit hard by the ghost, her voice was horrified:

"Holy, Holy Emperor's pressure?"

Jin Xing rolled in front of him and locked the screen on his own.

In the picture, Master Shou is dressed in white and black robes, hunting and dancing in the forest wind. Not far in front of him, accompanied by the sound of ghosts howling, an illusory figure slowly condenses.

"Three days of forest changes, a hundred ghosts walking at night..."

"Wade across the bridge, and the grass on the bank is leaning..."

Accompanied by misty murmurs, the illusory figure stepped from a distance.

Behind him, boundless yellow turbid water suddenly condensed into a rolling tide, covering everything.

There may be people, ghosts, and monsters floating in and out of it, but they won't be able to get out.

"This is……"

The matchmaker's pupils became serious and she exclaimed, "Wangchuan Water, Huangquan Road?"

This netherworld is not the other netherworld, nor is it the leader of the king of hell.

The matchmaker has seen an ancient book, which records: "The gate of Fengdu Prison is open, and the road to Huangquan is going down. This spring and this road are painful, and there is no way to get out of reincarnation."

Those who truly cultivate the way of the soul can practice it to the extreme, and can manifest or even summon the image of the road to hell, imprisoning the human soul in it, and never being able to escape.

This person...

Completed?

"etc!"

"It seems that it's not just Huangquan Road, this bridge is..."

The figure came from a distance, and the Wangchuan River opened up at its feet. At the end of Huangquan Road, there was a high bridge.

The bridge is made of white bone stones, with bull and horse heads hanging on it, as well as corpses of various ethnic groups, making it extremely strange.

The bridge seemed to span the yin and yang. When the figure of the Holy Emperor walked onto it and returned from the end, he had actually solidified slightly.

"Bigan Bridge?"

"The bones are high and tired, the cow's head and the horse's face are crying, a bowl of water from the Forgotten River, the two lives are separated...Bi'an Bridge?"
To be continued...