Not to mention the disorder of the Heavenly Secret in the Tenth Chronicle of the Emperor Heaven, the power of innate calculation cannot be exerted by one tenth. Even if the Heavenly Secret is not disordered, with the cultivation of his ancestors, few people in the world can calculate his whereabouts.

"The Golden Tower and Yuque Art? A lost exercise technique in Liangzhou's Golden Bell Tower?"

However, Yan Xiake saw the origin of the Taoist priest.

"Little Taoist, you are very patient."

Looking at the young Taoist priest who was slowly walking, An Qisheng's eyes moved and sighed:

"It's a pity that your teacher."

The young Taoist priest is the little Taoist Tong Mingxin of the Golden Bell Tower back then. His master, Taoist Changlin, once ventured into the underworld because of his longevity, but ultimately failed.

In the end, I finally made my house with Qiqiyi incense, and I only had a lifetime of 60 years.

Unfortunately, it is only the Jiazi life span.

More than 20 years ago, he felt something and even sent an imperial edict to make him the god of Jinzhong Mountain, but he refused.

As for the old monk, he was a virtuous old monk who was once sentenced to the master and was captured by him after he was sentenced to the sect.

The grudge between the master and the apprentice is long, but there is no need to explain it in detail.

"The Golden Bell Tower Mingxin, I have met the Heavenly Master."

The young Taoist priest bowed to the ground from afar:

"If you have time, the teacher is concerned, and the teacher is walking peacefully and has no regrets."

"The Tao practices in this life, and the Buddha seeks in the next life. Your teacher has learned a lot of things. In this life, it cannot be achieved, but in the next life, it may not be possible. If there is still a next life."

An Qisheng shook his head slightly and asked:

"You have been waiting for me here for twenty-six years, and I think you have something to ask for me?"

"The Heavenly Master's eyes are not bad."

Mingxin Taoist boy looked respectful:

"My master Zeng Yan, the Heavenly Master will come back sooner or later. My disciples are waiting here, but they want to ask the Heavenly Master to take me with me."

"It seems that after Master Qi possessed you, your teacher has grown a lot."

An Qisheng chuckled, and did not ask how the Taoist Changlin knew that he would go to the Netherworld, because for thousands of years, any soul would eventually go to the Netherworld.

To a certain extent, the Netherworld Palace Lord has become a monument on the path of practice in this world.

Huh ~

An Qisheng stepped forward and sank into the mountains.

Yanxia, ​​Wei Shaoyou, looked at Mingxin Taoist Tong curiously and followed.

"Senior Brother, although you are wrong, you should have been serving me for the past few years."

Taoist Mingxin glanced at the silent old monk and sighed softly.

"I am guilty, how can I come from the two purgatory?"

The old monk who virtue and nature was neither happy nor sad, just put his hands together, bowed deeply, then turned around, found the direction, and walked step by step toward the distance.

"The Buddha said that people in the world should respect each other, and not hate each other, and have no jealousy. They should be connected with each other, and have no greed or cherish each other. They should always be harmonious, and they should not be contrary to each other, or they may argue and become angry. In the future, they will eventually become a big resentment..."

Between the Zen sounds, golden light flows with it.

As the scriptures dimmed, and their vigorous steps became dim, but their magical power was dissipated.

"well."

Taoist Mingxin sighed, then turned into the wind and chased after him.

......

Since the Netherworld completely lost contact more than a thousand years ago, few people have been able to enter Netherworld.

All the passages that could go to the underworld were closed.

Only in a strange place like the Yinsi Tavern can there be a road to Yinsi.

Even if an idle person wastes his life, he may not find one.

With An Qisheng's ability at this time, he naturally could find it, but there was no need for him to search for it.

There is a passage in these Tai Chi mountains and Jiaoyuan Mountain.

That was Xie Qi, or Gu Changfeng asked Xie Qi to leave a passage for him.

That is, the dry well in Jiaoyuan Mountain.

Dong~~~

Like a huge rock falling into the water, bright ripples spread around the body.

In just a moment, the crowd opened their eyes again. What came into view was an endless yin wind, a lifeless and lifeless world, no longer the slightest vitality, the dark world.

What empathizes with is a wave of irresistible coldness!

How incredible is this?

Not to mention the condensed power of magic, even if the monk who is just a cultivator who is cultivated by his own destiny can be invincible, he will not feel the heat even if he bathes in the magma, and he will not feel the cold even if he steps into the North and South Poles.

At this time, Wei Shaoyou and others felt the coldness, which was the strange coldness of completely ignoring their magic power and aura.

Hurry ~

Like the waves of the sea, like the storm of the strong wind suddenly roaring.

In front of everyone, there was a deep and dead silence, wide like an endless sea of ​​death!

"Is this the sea of ​​the underworld in the legend? It is said that all the dead must cross this sea and cleanse their sins..."

Wei Shaoyou was amazed in his heart.

There are many legends of reincarnation in later generations, but no one knows whether it exists.

"Yes, the sea of ​​the underworld, it is said that this sea contains all the sins between heaven and earth from ancient times to the present. Even if the true soul of the soul is contaminated by a little, it will die."

Taoist Mingxin's eyes also lit up.

Huh ~

And as everyone appeared, a hazy mist suddenly dissipated from the sea of ​​death blowing with the strong wind.

A small boat cut through the fog and slowly floated towards the shore.

Netherworld,

Dead Sea,

Misty,
Chapter completed!