As soon as the Qingming Festival arrives, the old man at home is also a new death, so he is a little busy and has not been able to update. Please take care of him more.

Qin Yun supported his sore body and walked forward on the cliff wall into the darkness. There was not even a star in the sky. The night was as dark as paint, and it was hard to see his five fingers. The monk in front of him didn't know where he went, and there was not even a figure. This made him feel an ominous premonition.

The road below her feet gradually widened. Qin Yun could feel the mountain road turning constantly, counting silently in his heart, until after one hundred and eight bends, his eyes suddenly became clear. The two skulls were mounted on the same pillar. Tianling was opened with a skylight. The faint flames illuminated a place through the two eye sockets. The valley entrance seemed to be blowing, and the flames in the skull kept flashing, making a sizzling sound of oil burning, and a unique fragrance filled the air.

Qin Yun only remembered that this was the smell of rosin, but this rosin smell was very unique, even the musk in the world could not match. Qin Yun stepped forward and looked inside through the sockets of the skull, and then discovered the mystery.

There was a golden oil flowing in the skull, and a yellow flame was suspended on it. Qin Yun was not unfamiliar with this oil. After careful identification, he found that it was human oil refined by monks, accompanied by rosin. It was golden and brilliant, with a unique fragrance.

Looking out along the valley entrance, it was a big mud-yellow river. It could not be seen at first sight. The surface of the river was dead and the river water was motionless, like a river of death. What was shocking was that the river was full of corpses. It was most appropriate to describe it as a pile of words. This was simply a sea of ​​corpses. What was the ups and downs of most of the decaying dead people? Most of the rotten black meat had already exposed white bones, which made people unable to help but want to vomit.

Qin Yun resisted the disgusting desire in his chest and looked at a stone standing on the shore. The stone looked like mud but not mud, and it was almost yellow. The word "Huangquan" was written in ancient words on the stone.

Seeing these two words, Qin Yun was shocked, "Can it be that hell is really a thing of the past? Otherwise, how could there be a yellow spring? The so-called Soul Valley is the entrance to hell, but why there are no ghosts, cow heads and horse faces, black and white impermanence? But if not, how could there be so many corpses? Just these in front of you, I'm afraid there will be no less than 100,000."

Suddenly, Qin Yun thought of the poem he read: "The Yin soldiers borrowed the way, and the corpse of the Huangquan floated, but how could the underworld pass by, but at first glance, it sounded like a passerby, but when I thought about it carefully, it was not. The Yin soldiers borrowed the way, and he had already experienced it. The floating corpse of the Huangquan was right in front of him. But what does the passerby mean? Does it mean that the passerby in the underworld are reincarnated after death, like a passerby?

Without thinking about what happened next, Qin Yun carefully thought about the meaning of the four words "Floating Corpse in Huangquan". He endured the desire to vomit and looked at the rotten corpses in Huangquan. The corpses all had ferocious faces, as if they were in great pain when they died, and could not transcend, and could only suffer in hell.

What shocked him even more was that the clothes of several people in these rotten corpses had not completely decayed, and they could vaguely recognize the style. It was the monks who entered this place before Qin Yun, who have now become one of them.

"I heard that only dead people can pass through this underworld. I wonder if I am a dead person?"

Qin Yun's mind is much more stable than a few years ago. He has washed away all his destiny and is more competent. He made up his mind and stepped out his left foot and jumped towards the Huangquan River.

The Huangquan River was filled with rotten corpses, but he could not bear the weight of Qin Yun alone, and quickly sank. The water of the Huangquan River quickly flooded Qin Yun's knees. A strong sense of death energy rose from the soles of Qin Yun's feet, quickly spreading all over his body, gathering in the death energy of the Dantian.

As soon as this strong dead energy entered the Dantian, it broke the balance that Qin Yun barely maintained. However, he was not afraid. Instead of using most of his cultivation to support this balance, it is better to completely break the balance and let the dead energy suppress his vitality and use the power of death.

There is great horror and great fortune between life and death. When Qin Yun's dantian was completely occupied by the death energy, the buoyancy of the Huangquan River suddenly rose, dragging Qin Yun up and walking like a flat ground.

Qin Yun smiled with satisfaction, and the situation was even more so as he judged. The Huangquan River had turned him into a living dead person and he could pass through it smoothly. This time he stopped stopping, lit water on his toes, and quickly ran up on the river surface. The rotten corpse under his feet quickly retreated like a black shadow. In just a stick of incense, the river bank was already far away.

"It'll be here soon. I don't know if there are other monks passing by here." He stepped on a corpse that had not yet been completely decayed and soared into the air.

At this moment, a strong resentment rushed into Qin Yun's sea of ​​consciousness, constantly attacking his spirit, which made Qin Yun suddenly feel a splitting headache.

As soon as he saw darkness, Qin Yun fell from mid-air and fell into the Yellow Spring River with a thud.

As soon as his body was in water, a dry hand quickly grabbed his neck, with a shocking finger force, trying to break his neck.

The cold water of the Huangquan River stimulated his body, making Qin Yun wake up suddenly. Seeing the hand pinching his neck, he snorted coldly, and the Jinxiao sword behind him was unsheathed, destroying the gold and breaking the jade, and slashing towards the thin black hand.

Unexpectedly, the Jinxiao sword slashed on the big hand and made a clanging sound, but it did not cut it off.

"Ga." While the big hand hit the Jinxiao sword, an extremely unpleasant cry came from the river. Qin Yun knew that his own injury was still hurting the other party.

He pressed his left hand under the water, and he quickly put his body out of the water. The golden sword in his hand flashed with golden light and stared at the surroundings, but no movement was found.

"Who is sneaking and secretly trying to attack behind his back?" He didn't believe that the dead bodies in the river would come out to cause trouble. Some monks must have entered here early and wanted to plot against him.

"Boy, what kind of magic weapon is in your hand? How could it be so sharp that it can actually hurt my corpse puppet." A cold voice came from under the water, extremely blurry, unable to tell whether it was a man or a woman.

"Is this?" Qin Yun raised Jin Xiao in his hand and shook it twice: "This is a treasure that is close to a spiritual weapon. If you want to, come up and get it yourself."

After a while of silence, the other party seemed to be considering whether to take action. Qin Yun's cultivation was unstable and appeared and appeared, making it difficult to judge.

"If you don't come out, then I'll leave." Qin Yun put away Jin Xiao, turned around deliberately, revealing the other two swords behind him. After saying that, he walked towards the shore.

"Boy, keep your life!" The underwater man finally couldn't help but the temptation of three treasures and took action anxiously.
Chapter completed!