Eternal Sacred King

Su Zimo slowed down and gradually fell behind the crowd.

It didn't take long for everyone to come to a big withered yellow river. On the river, there was a mottled stone bridge that reached the other bank.

On this side of the stone bridge, there is a stone tablet with the words "Naihe Bridge" written on it.

"This river is Wangchuan River, you can go to the bridge."

A netherworld kid urged.

Having already arrived here, many creatures have no way to retreat, they can only step on the bridge one after another and walk towards the other shore.

I learned from the martial arts deity that the so-called Wangchuan River is actually the Hell Spring!

The soul that climbed the Naihe Bridge was washed away by the water mist of the Yellow Spring of Hell, erasing the memory of previous lives, turning into a blank, and retreating into reincarnation.

Many creatures walked towards Naihe Bridge in turn, Su Zimo stood motionless.

"What are you doing here?"

A netherworld kid saw Su Zimo standing there, frowning and asking.

"Wait for someone."

Su Zimo replied.

"Haha!"

The little ghosts laughed when they heard this.

A little devil looked mockingly and asked jokingly: "Why, there is someone else to accompany you on the road?"

"Don't dare, cross the bridge quickly!"

Another netherworld kid looked impatient and urged.

Su Zimo still stood still, silent.

"I think you are looking for death!"

An underworld kid stepped forward, picked up the long whip in his hand, and slammed it toward Su Zimo!

For this scene, other people have already taken offense.

The other kids have long been used to it.

In every batch of souls who came here, some people were unwilling to accept discipline.

Some of them were even tortured to death by the underworld imps, and their souls were thrown into the Wangchuan River, not reincarnation.

Like Su Zimo, the underworld punks have seen a lot.

The long whip descended from the sky, and Su Zimo knew that this kind of long whip was specially refined to restrain the soul.

But he refused to be humiliated, so he stretched out his palm and grabbed it at this long whip!

Snapped!

The whip fell in his palm.

He didn't feel too much impact, instead, a strange brilliance appeared on his body, and the mark of Taoism appeared.

"Ok?"

This scene caused many netherworld little ghosts to frown slightly.

Even Su Zimo was shocked.

Normally, he has fallen, no matter what Dao technique he cultivated, he has fallen into the fallen green lotus body, and it is impossible to bring him to the underground palace.

This is the meaning of the so-called death.

But now, on his soul, there is even the existence of the mark of Taoism, following him to the underworld.

It was this imprint of Taoism that helped him withstand the damage caused by the little ghost whip.

"The burial scripture?"

Su Zimo was a little surprised.

He has practiced "Burial of Heaven" for many years. Although he has gained a lot, he is still a little confused.

This exercise is indeed powerful, but compared with the other taboo secret codes he cultivated, the "Burial of Heaven" seems not to reach the level of the taboo secret code.

It wasn't until this moment that Su Zimo gradually understood that the current scene, I am afraid, is the reason why "Burial of Heaven" has become a taboo secret code!

The Taoism of "The Burial of Heaven" was actually imprinted on his soul.

Although he died, the Taoism of the "Burial of Heaven" has not disappeared!

And followed his soul, escaped into the underworld.

This situation is somewhat similar to the reincarnation of a true fairy.

Generally speaking, the reincarnation of a true celestial being, there are strong immortal kings who cast spells and leave a mark of Taoism.

But now, Su Zimo doesn't have anyone to help, relying on the Taoism in the "Burial of Heaven", this is a similar situation!

"Humph!"

An underworld kid sneered and said, "It turns out that there is an expert who left a mark and wants to lead you to rebirth. I see a lot of this situation."

"If you are honest and obedient, I'm in a good mood, and you may be allowed to pass by. But in the underground palace, you dare to resist, you are really tired of living!"

Another netherworld kid shook the chain in his hand, and said viciously: "Everyone, work together to grind away the mark of Taoism on this person and kill him!"

Wow!

Dozens of chains fell from the sky, intertwined into a big net, shrouded Su Zimo in, and quickly bound him in place.

Su Zimo looked at the many netherworld imps around him, and said coldly: "I think you are tired of living!"

As soon as the voice fell, the void above everyone's head suddenly opened a gap, and the inside was billowing with wind and cold.

Immediately afterwards, two figures descended.

One of them wore a spacious cloak, shielding himself tightly, making it difficult to see.

The other was wearing a purple robe and a silver mask on his face. Two groups of purple flames were faintly burning in his exposed eyes!

The dressing aura of these two people is obviously very different from the underworld.

"Who are you?"

A netherworld kid scolded sternly.

"roll!"

The martial arts deity waved his robe sleeves, bursting out a hot wave.

Dozens of underworld imps, disappeared in a flash!

The tall figure wearing a cloak next to him is Void Yasha.

At this time, his face was ugly, and he muttered: "The movement is so big, the strong in the underground palace must have rushed over!"

At this moment, a gust of wind blew.

In the white mist not far away, two figures gradually emerged, one tall and one short, one fat and thin.

The one on the left is tall and thin, with a smile on his face, but his face is so pale that he wears a top-pointed hat with the words ‘make money at first sight’ written on the front of the hat.

The man on the right hand has a fierce face, a broad body, a small black face, and a hat with the words ‘the world is peaceful’ written on it.

Whoops!

In the hands of the two men, each with their handcuffs and shackles, they walked in the direction of the martial arts deity.

"Black and white impermanence!"

Void Yasha frowned when he saw these two, "Be careful, the handcuffs and shackles in these two hands are all the souls of the soul!"

"Who, ran to the underground mansion to run wild?"

Hei Wuchang's face was gloomy, staring at the martial arts deity and Xukong Yasha, slowly said: "Show the true face, let us see!"

Bai Wuchang smiled and said, "It's fine if we don't see it."

Bai Wuchang had just spoken, a long scarlet tongue fell down, and then broke through the sky, entwining towards the martial arts deity and the void Yasha!

A stench rushed to his face.

Heiwuchang also shot at the same time, shaking the handcuffs and fetters in his hands toward the front!

The martial arts deity can clearly feel that a strange force wants to break through his Moro mask and descend in the sea of ​​knowledge.

Waves appeared on Moro's mask, and many grimacing faces appeared.

These attacks against the soul of the soul still failed to break through the barrier of Moro's mask.

Void Yasha roared, tearing his cloak to pieces, condensing the consciousness between his brows, and waiting for him.

The martial arts deity remained motionless, only urging the divine consciousness.

call!

On the white impermanence's long tongue and the black impermanence's handcuffs and fetters, a purple flame suddenly rose up!