"Qingping Sword, the Saint of Tongtian! Impossible! The ancient catastrophe, the three realms were initially determined, the Jie Sect was defeated, Tongtian Town, the human race was the supreme, how could Qingping Sword appear here? It should be sealed!" The dog's soul was so fierce that it was almost scared to pee.

Then, it ignored it, and its front legs ran quickly like a hot wheel, leaving with its body.

The Qingping Sword has come out, it is not something it can afford. If you find the master, only the master can save it.

But before he could run far, his two front legs were gone, and he turned into a dog stick and fell to the ground and could never run away again.

"Don't kill me, don't kill me, my master is Ksitigarbha Bodhisattva, you can't kill me." The dog roared in fear.

"I can't die, stop howling." Bai Yang spoke calmly and drove Niu Mo over.

The dog looked at Bai Yang, his eyes full of fear.

If you don’t know someone, you will have a good face and have average cultivation. You are not an immortal, but you seem to be a mortal.

But even a mortal will become extraordinary with a Qingping Sword in hand.

"Big Boss, don't you really kill me?" Gouzi asked in fear, and regretted it after saying that.

I said I wouldn't kill you, so I'd say more.

Bai Yang smiled: "Don't worry, I came to the underworld just to play and not kill."

The dog breathed a sigh of relief.

"But you have cut your legs, so give them to me as a gift? Is there any objection to this?" Bai Yang asked with a smile.

"No, it should be, it should be, a little specialty of the city of death, don't dislike it, big guy." Dogzi didn't hesitate at all.

If the legs are gone, the master will definitely help it regenerate.

If your life is gone, it will be gone.

Bai Yang smiled and put away his dog's legs and continued, "Yes, it seems that you are the most beautiful dog in the underworld. Keep working hard in the future."

"Thank you guys for your praise."

Each person and a dog were having a great time talking, and there was no embarrassing atmosphere at all.

Countless ghosts watched, and collectively lost their voices.

Di Ting is a domineering man in the underworld. Because of Ksitigarbha, he doesn't even take the Ten Palaces of Yama seriously. He acts arrogantly and unscrupulously. He doesn't know how many Yin God Kings curse behind their backs.

In other words, the Emperor did not dare to offend the divine power, and the rest was completely ignored.

Unexpectedly, today the ghosts saw the other side of the dog.

It turns out that a dog relies on his power, but he will be timid when facing a strong person.

"Old Ye, it's getting late, let's continue to walk and see other underworld attractions, don't miss the time." Bai Yang took the advantage and patted Ye Lianai.

Ye Lianai was always in a state of confusion, and came back to her senses after hearing this, but she didn't say a word.

It's now full of words.

Tongtian, saint, Qingping Sword.

This is not ordinary, that is the supreme saint!

His sword actually fell into Bai Yang's hands, and it seemed that he was still controlled by Bai Yang?

Is this going to go against the will of heaven?

With the saint wearing a sword in his hand, who dares not accept these ordinary monsters and ghosts in the three realms?

"Brother Bai, this Qingping Sword?" Ye Lianai couldn't help but speak.

Bai Yang smiled: "Tongtian lent me to play with, and I will pay it back to him after a while, so don't make a fuss."

Ye Lianai was speechless.

How can I borrow this?

There must be py transactions.

But if you can trade with the saint, what is the origin of this guy?

After thinking about it all the time, Ye Lianai has a lot of taboos, and she doesn't think she is so casual before.

Keep going.

The second stop is Naihe Bridge.

This is a magical bridge that spans the Yellow Springs and becomes the only bridge on the Yellow Springs.

However, the Naihe Bridge does not look that long. It is on the shore and extends on the other end and is covered by fog, so it is impossible to see the opposite.

Naihe Bridge is where Meng Po is located.

Drinking soup across the bridge and cutting off this life is the procedure of the underworld.

When Bai Yang saw Meng Po, he found that the long queue here was queuing. I don’t know how long. Countless dead people were waiting for the end of their lives and the rebirth of their second lives.

Bai Yang's arrival attracted the attention of Yin Ling, but there was no surprise.

Those who can come to queue up have been reviewed. After being dead for so long, I have never seen any strange things? It is too common for Bai Yang to ride a cow like this.

But soon, all the eyes of the ghosts became weird.

Because Bai Yang went straight to the lineup, blocked all the ghosts and stood in front of Meng Po.

Meng Po, dressed in black, covered in silver hair, an old face, and a little hunched. He held a bowl in his hand, and there was a large jar next to him that was always full.

"After drinking the soup, all grudges, love and hatred have become the past. After walking across the bridge, there will be no connection in the past and present."

Meng Po picked up the bowl, as if she was muttering to herself, and as if she was reminding the visitor.

Bai Yang smiled and said, "Hello Mengpo, I am a friend of Ksitigarbha King. I was invited to visit. I met Di Ting before and said that Mengpo was its friend. He asked me to come to you to get 1,800 kilograms of Mengpo soup, saying it was a specialty, is there a bottle? No one here."

Meng Po looked at Bai Yang, her eyes were filled with waves.

However, Bai Yang felt like he was seen through.

But what if you see through it?

This time my buddy comes to the underworld, and you have to walk by and don’t miss it. The geese pass by pulling their hair.

The Qingping Sword has not been in hand for a long time. What can be used must not be wasted.

Shamelessly looking at Meng Po, Bai Yang said with sincere eyes: "If you don't say anything, I'll accept it if you agree." As he said that, Bai Yang took out a bottle.

"At most, one hundred kilograms." Meng Po finally spoke.

Bai Yang grinned and said, "It's OK, I just heard that this soup tastes good, so I'll take it back and try it out."

The ghosts lined up next to them were speechless.

Then, under countless eyes, Bai Yang calmly filled 200 kilograms of Mengpo soup, and then returned to Niu Mo's back with Mengpo's speechless expression, bowed and said, "Thank you, Mengpo, I'll call you to play mahjong some other day."

Niu Mo didn't dare to speak, so he quickly climbed the Naihe Bridge and left.

Meng Po, this is a powerful man who has existed in ancient times to this day. It is said that it is related to the witch clan. To destroy him, it is probably just a breathing skill.

I am really majestic today, but it is also very dangerous. After leaving here, I will definitely find a place to hide, otherwise I will be afraid that some bigwigs will hold grudges and will not give themselves a chance to grow.

The Naihe Bridge is long and short. Under the running of Niu Mo, it quickly crossed the underworld and arrived at the next underworld ghost town.

Along the way, pluck your hair when you encounter it, and if you have any benefits, you will be threatened by Qingping Jian if you don’t give it.

After several consecutive times, the latter learned to be smart, and did not show up or block it. He took whatever he liked, but he couldn't afford to mess with him anyway.

Just plundered, and entered the depths of the underworld, and came to the eighteenth level of hell.

The eighteen levels of hell, as recorded, are the land of poverty and evil.

There are punishments everywhere here, and countless ghosts are suffering endlessly and suffering from various painful tortures, wailing everywhere, and crying.

However, if you are punished for guilt, you will regret it when you face the punishment and wake up. It is too late. You have to bear all the pain you give to others.

Rumors say that as long as a person who makes mistakes has the chance to become a human being after the torture and torture of the eighteen levels of hell, he can still exist in his soul and body.

But I learned from Ye Lianai.

After entering the eighteenth level of hell, I am afraid I can't get out of it. After endless torture, I will become the lowest level of evil spirit.

In other words, the eighteen levels of hell are not only a cage, but also a divine object that can nurture evil spirits.

Over the past countless years, I don’t know how many evil spirits have been cultivated. If this can be controlled, it will be an extremely terrifying force. I will have some confidence in the disaster that I am about to face.

Bai Yang thought he could give it a try.

I entered all the way, crossed the sea of ​​swords and fires, walked through the skin and cramps, and saw the oil pan cut in half, pulling the tongue and piercing the heart.

All kinds of terrifying punishments are probably not affordable for any living person. Only these spirits can be tortured repeatedly. Every pain is real, you will know when you look at the wailings.

As a human being, it is better to be kind.

While Bai Yang said, he took out his cell phone, recorded a short video, and returned to upload Douyin, and might become popular.

I don’t know if I got the instructions, but now there are no blind eyes to intercept Bai Yang. I think he doesn’t exist and do whatever he likes.

Unobstructed, I arrived at the deepest part of the eighteen levels of hell, and then saw a great monk with Buddha light all over the sky.

Sitting cross-legged with golden lotus, monk's clothes are simple, kind and kind, and peaceful and blessed.
To be continued...