Those black demon flowers that were not frozen yet, when they saw the huge black skeleton turning into a pile of useless bone parts, they swayed wildly and grew wildly. In an instant, they grew to half of the waist. It may be that the huge black skeletons were too far away from them and could not contact the fragmented bones at all, so they could not be reassembled.

Ye Xiaofeng looked and found that no matter how the black demon flowers swayed, the bones that had become parts could not be combined together. As soon as his body moved, he disappeared from his original position and appeared next to Ouyang Yuqian.

Seeing Ye Xiaofeng's naked body, Ouyang Yuqian's pretty face turned slightly red, and he handed Ye Xiaofeng's clothes in his hand, "Hurry up and put on the clothes."

Ye Xiaofeng looked down and smiled awkwardly. He quickly took the clothes and put them on them in five seconds. At this time, he didn't know how to face Ouyang Yuqian. When he looked up at her, a different light appeared in Ouyang Yuqian's bright eyes, as if he understood something, and sighed slightly in his heart.

"What's going on? How did they turn black?" Ouyang Yuqian asked, pointing to the swaying black demon flowers, never mentioning the things that happened between the two just now.

"They have hatred and despair in their hearts, and they become depraved and sink to hell, so they become black. They have been waiting for life after life to reincarnate, but in the end they still don't meet each other. It would be strange if they don't have hatred!" Ye Xiaofeng said.

"It's still better to look red." Ouyang Yuqian said.

After hearing this, Ye Xiaofeng's heart moved, and his powerful spiritual consciousness emanated, carrying a series of love. It is precisely because of some expectations for life that he has endless reincarnation, a thought of heaven and hell.

After five minutes, the black demon flowers became as red as fire again. This was Ye Xiaofeng influenced them with the strong love in his heart. Although they had returned to their true colors, the burning flowers were heartbreaking tears.

Ye Xiaofeng looked at the extremely charming red shore flowers blooming on both sides, then turned his gaze to the long and endless yellow earth road, pulled Ouyang Yuqian's soft little hand and walked forward.

When the two of them walked away, they were shaken by the frozen black demon flowers. The ice and snow melted, and their color turned into fiery red again. The extremely tall pile of bones shook and turned into skeletons again and crawled underneath.

The other side of the river is bright red like blood, blooming in loneliness and withering in waiting.

After half an hour, the two of them walked through the long road of the underworld. There was a fog in front of them, as if they had reached the edge of heaven and earth, and there was a chaos here.

When the two of them walked forward three steps, the fog dissipated, and a long black river about fifty meters wide appeared twenty meters ahead. It was very quiet with whom, and there was no flow, like a pool of stagnant water, with rotten and destructive air floating above the river.

There was a loud bang, and the earth shook. A black crack broke out in the black brown ground fifteen meters ahead of the two, and a black stone tablet emerged. When it completely emerged, the cracks on the ground slowly closed.

This stone tablet is about ten feet high, with two large bright red characters engraved on it: Wangchuan.

At this time, a vast and distant voice came from all directions of this space: I walked into the yellow spring and didn't turn around. I heard that the heart of Forgetful River was not rippled. I stepped on the river but wanted to look back. When I saw the empty home, I sighed. I looked back at the three lives of tears and couldn't stop them. But I came to my eyes and looked up and drank all the tears of this world, praying that I would not be confused when I was in my next life.

This voice was filled with sadness, longing, and deep helplessness.

This voice repeats this sentence, and the more you recite it, the more you feel desolate and tragic.

"I have a stone bridge beside me. If I don't guess well, it's Naihe Bridge." Ye Xiaofeng said, pointing to a stone bridge fifty meters away from the left of the two of them.

Ouyang Yuqian looked at it and found that there was indeed a stone bridge over there. Does the underworld in the mythology and legend really exist? The two of them looked at each other and could feel the questions in their hearts.

"Let's go!" Ye Xiaofeng said, then pulled Ouyang Yuqian and walked towards the stone bridge.

The stone bridge is about three meters wide and looks very narrow on the wide Wangchuan River. It is carved with ancient and mysterious patterns and dark red spots spread all over it. You can tell at a glance that the stone bridge is old and it has not been known that it has been thousands of spring and autumn.

When the two stepped onto the stone bridge, bubbles emerged from the silent river water in the Forget River, as if the river water was boiling. At this time, a figure suddenly appeared in the center of the Naihe Bridge, hazy, as if it was looking at flowers in the fog, and it was not real. The figure sat on a stone bench by the bridge holding a fishing rod in his hand. I wonder what he was fishing.

Could it be Meng Po? Ye Xiaofeng thought to himself, it’s wrong! Rumor has it that there is a dirt platform called Wangxiangtai on Naihe Bridge. There is an old woman named Meng Po next to Wangxiangtai. Selling Meng Po soup to ghosts passing by will make you forget this life. There is also a stone called Sansheng Stone by the Forget River. Before you drink Meng Po soup, you can go to Sansheng Stone to see your previous life, this life and the next life, and then stand on Wangxiang Stage and look back at your hometown.

At this time, there was no Mengpo selling Mengpo soup on the stone bridge. There was a fisherman, and there was no Wangxiangtai, Sansheng Stone, only a stone bench.

With curiousness, Ye Xiaofeng took Ouyang Yuqian's hand and walked over, walked to the hazy figure like a dream, and asked respectfully: "Can you ask, where is the road this place?"

Although there was no trace of the surging blood aura of a warrior from this figure, Ye Xiaofeng knew that this person must be a master. The reason why he saw the other person's appearance was a bit illusory because the space around the other person had been distorted.

Hearing Ye Xiaofeng's words, the air around the figure rippled for a moment. At this time, Ye Xiaofeng saw the other party's outfit clearly. He wrapped him tightly from head to toe in a black robe, allowing people to see his appearance.

The figure did not answer Ye Xiaofeng's words. When the fishing rod in his hand shook, a fiery red fish as big as a finger was fished out from the Wangchuan River (5). After a long line was retracted, the fish was removed from the hook. Suddenly, a black shadow rushed out from his loose cuffs and ate the fish into his mouth.

This is? This is? Ye Xiaofeng was shocked. The black shadow was a puppy with three heads. Its body was fluffy and its tail was furry, and it looked a bit cute.

With three heads, Ye Xiaofeng couldn't help but think of the monster described by the village chief. Ye Xiaofeng felt that the monster must have a deep relationship with the puppy in front of him.

As if he noticed Ye Xiaofeng looking at it again, the puppy bared his sharp teeth at Ye Xiaofeng.
Chapter completed!