"Fighting up? The underworld is fighting... Well, this is the first time I have seen this situation. Sure enough, even places like the underworld will have many undercurrents? Or will there be conflicts in places where there are creatures?" Han Feng thought calmly. He took a step back and stood not far away and looked silently. There were various lightning, thunder and thunder, wind and fire, and earthquakes not far away. His eyes were looking into the distance. "If it was just two mountains, the two mountains would not have any conflicts even if it was released for ten thousand years. But if it was released for two creatures, even if it was released for the underworld, it would be despised by mortals that were generally despised by the underworld. Just say that two weavings would fight. This is the characteristic of the creature itself. There is no need to avoid this... But they suddenly fought this time, how should I do?"

Han Feng narrowed his eyes. He was in a state of a dead soul. He was no different from other dead souls except that they belonged to the underworld. If this situation was affected, it would be destroyed in ashes. So what else could he do at this time?

Watch.

It is impossible to run, and it is impossible to walk away. You can only be forced to watch the battles between each other in the underworld.

"It can be seen how long the conflict between the two sides has been squeezed." Han Feng saw a monster with four cow horns destroying a human-shaped ghost messenger, and then looking at the souls that were beaten not far away like loose sand. He felt that the contradiction in this matter could not be attributed to him. Even if it was not because of Ah Qi's arrival today, the underworld would still be trapped in this kind of struggle one day. "The reason is simple. There is nothing absolute in this world. If mortals admit that they have a dark side, it doesn't matter. There are good and bad, and yin and yang are harmonious, but the underworld is different. They must be self-reliant. Anyway, they are kind on the surface, and they respect everyone, pay attention to truth, good and beautiful, and they are not allowed to discuss anything pessimistic."

"The pessimistic things exist in facts, like a wave that makes them naturally calm and simple. But if you want to interfere in humans and choose to suppress such things forever, this will lead to a continuous increase in resentment. When one day you are ignited by a gentle fuse, this will happen. I am afraid that the King of Hell is now confused. How can the active and upright underworld be managed by yourself? Why did the ghost messenger become like this? It's just that his hands are too long and his pipe is too wide, and he really thinks he is not a mortal anymore."

A rock fell in front of Han Feng, and he easily avoided it, while the dead soul sat on the rock, standing high and far.

"Well, Ye Qi is dead."

Han Feng watched as Qi was destroyed by a two-headed deer demon. The deer demon had two antlers on its head. The antlers were alive. It directly penetrated the antlers through Qi's left and right ribs from behind, and then he suddenly stretched them open with force on both sides. Then Qi was torn into two human-faced bears. The deer demon, whose name was indescribable, was directly destroyed by another Taiyinzi. A dark palm fell from the sky, and the surrounding dead souls were directly slapped into pieces.

The storm will only gradually increase. I don’t know when it started. The Wumai Bridge had collapsed. The crows and magpies that formed the Wumai Bridge were flying in all directions and rushed out like bats. The dragon in Wangxiangtai was fighting with Meng Po. The white snake Aliu and its brothers were killed and injured, and then some big figures began to appear. First, some things that looked very powerful. They came stepping on various black clouds and spoke in a rumbling manner. Then some monsters were dissatisfied, and then there was a standard joke.

"What are you looking at?"

"What do you think!"

Fighting started.

The dead souls were flying around, and the fragments of the dead souls slid from the sky like raindrops, and the heavy rain fell from the sky. I don’t know what the heavy rain came from. Han Feng looked up and felt the heavy rain hit the dead souls. He felt that the heavy rain was harmful to him, so he found a huge rock and hid under the shoal of this towering huge rock. He looked at the ghost man next to him.

The ghost officer was stunned. They chose not to see Han Feng, and crows were shouting there, probably saying that Han Feng would help them fight. How could Han Feng help them? He couldn't go anywhere now. It would be better to wait for the battle to calm down.

"It won't take long to fight for the most hours. After the two groups of people whose anger reached its peak fight to each other, the remaining ghosts, whether they are human-shaped or demons, will not fight again. They will most likely continue to accumulate resentment and wait until a war suddenly breaks out one day in the future."

The facts are just as Han Feng predicted.

It was only an hour, with the wounds all over the ground, the ghost crew gradually became restrained, and then cursed for a few words and disappeared. Everything seemed to have not happened, and the demons danced around calmly after the rain.

Hu Ni still had something. Han Feng watched him tear off three monsters that looked very fierce at once. And after tearing the monster, he had not received any damage. Now he was just a little unstable soul.

Now Hu Ni came to Han Feng again with a dark face and said coldly: "Is this what you want to see?"

"It's all my business." Han Feng replied later.

"Um?"

Hu Ni had already tightened his palms. It had the urge to kill Han Feng directly. However, after seeing the other party's calm appearance, its tense palms eased, and then said in a normal manner: "You will follow your ideas now. If you want to believe in monsters, you will believe in monsters. If you want to believe in us, you will believe in us. You already know the first two steps. The last step depends on whether you do it!"

"Okay." Han Feng said, "Can I leave?"

"Haha, do you recognize the way?" Hu asked in a rebellious manner.

"Don't recognize the way." Han Feng replied.

"Then what are you going!" Hu Ni sneered, "I'll take you there."

"No need." Han Feng signaled the little soul standing on his shoulder. This was A Qi's soul. She was seriously injured just now, but she has not died yet. She has been hiding on Han Feng's shoulder.

Hu Ni banged over with his backhand, and accompanied by A Qi's vicious curse, Hu Ni had completely wiped out A Qi's soul.

"Now I'll take you there!" Hu Ni said, "I have to watch you fall into the Taoist Dharma so that I can feel at ease!"

"Then you hope I won't come back, otherwise the underworld will be in chaos." Han Feng replied calmly.

"Haha, the fact is the opposite. If you can come back, I will be even more satisfied!" Hu Ni said coldly, "Stop talking, go with me!"

"OK."

If you want to endure it, Hu Ni's cultivation level is probably stronger than those who sit in the hall. He is worthy of being the cultivation level of the underworld. If you use the cultivation level of the human world for analogy, then Hu Ni may have achieved the cultivation level of the God Transformation. No wonder he could "kill" A Qi directly with his backhand. Now Han Feng can't fight these ghost messes in the underworld. When he is watching slowly, Han Feng feels quite dull anyway. He has no feelings for the underworld, just passersby. His current impression will not be more exciting than the fight between two groups of ants.

However, the miserable surroundings looked like this, and it seemed like it was turned upside down. I don’t know how long it would take to repair it.

Then, under the threat of Hu Ni, Han Feng fell directly into the Fu River. After coming out of Fu River, Han Feng could no longer see what was around him, and his soul had been taken away. Then when he went to Tuo River, he could no longer smell any breath. Finally, after leaving the Shen River, he could not hear the sounds around him.

His body was completely killed by the first three rivers, and his perception was then killed. Han Feng didn't know whether he was dead or alive now.

I seemed to be moving forward, but I didn't seem to be moving forward. Everything has become a state of loss of perception, and my soul is even more wandering.

Hu Ni can see Han Feng's current state.

He is in a very bad state!

Bloody eyes, bleeding in both ears, bleeding in the mouth and nose, and a pale face. When he looked at his dead soul's body, Hu Ni was already a little scared, so he could only take Han Feng to the front of the Seventh River.

It can be seen that Hu Ni was very afraid of the existence standing on the bank of the seventh river. This guy in a robe was huge. Hu Ni was about ten feet tall, so this guy was at least ten thousand feet...

"senior……"

"Moo!"

The sound of the horns blowing appeared in the underworld. Han Feng could hear it this time. His body was shrinking very quickly and was pressed into a basic small light ball. Finally, isn’t this body the residual soul of the spiritual consciousness that Han Feng had absorbed? The spiritual consciousness that originated from the destruction between heaven and earth. After absorbing the residual soul of the spiritual consciousness, the strength of the spiritual consciousness can be gradually increased. Isn’t this a divine cultivation?

This is not over yet. After the light golden soul appeared, blue and red appeared again in the small ball of the palm-sized slap. Blue is the spiritual energy, the source of spiritual cultivation, and comes from heaven and earth, and red is the physical cultivation aura originating from itself. So after the long sound of the ox horn disappeared, Han Feng had completely changed his appearance.

His body was first pressed into a ball, and then he watched the three colors of the light ball as big as a palm change gradually. In the end, he showed a strange and evil look.

Wearing a broken gray robe, without feet below the waist, without arms on the shoulders, and without facial features on the face. It floats quietly on the ground. All of this is like a real evil soul, and the powerful existence next to him is indeed a copy of Han Feng!

"You have ninety-nine breaths, and you will cross the bridge after that." An emotionless voice appeared in Han Feng's mind.
Chapter completed!