This is a colorless world, everything you see is black and white, and dead people should not see colors.
A trace of mist floated around Chen Qingshan, and the entire Netherworld Road was filled with a heavy and decaying atmosphere.
Chen Qingshan saw thousands of dead souls wandering aimlessly, but following the faint wind, these dead souls were slowly moving in one direction.
The movement was very slow, and where they were going was the end of the Netherworld Road.
Chen Qingshan followed, but these dead souls were glaring and did not attack Chen Qingshan, a stranger.
There is no concept of time on Netherworld Road, and Chen Qingshan doesn't know how long he has been walking, but he just feels a little dazed.
Gradually, unconsciously, Chen Qingshan's body was also decaying. Chen Qingshan was just a small first-level sword cultivator, and obviously did not have the ability to resist the aura on the Netherworld Road.
Although this is only one of thousands of roads leading to the underworld, there are also unfathomable ways and laws.
"We have to find Anan quickly." Chen Qingshan also noticed changes in his body.
He quickly communicated with the candle, and a trace of warmth spread out from the sea of consciousness, removing the death intention from Chen Qingshan's body and protecting Chen Qingshan.
The wind blew up at Chen Qingshan's feet and rushed towards the end of Netherworld Road.
At this moment.
"Roar!" The confused eyes of countless dead souls suddenly woke up, and then they all looked at Chen Qingshan with crazy hatred.
There is no other reason. In this world full of decay and death, Chen Qingshan became the only being who was not infected by death because he mobilized the power of candle light.
And such an existence is naturally hated by all dead souls.
Waves of dead souls began to attack Chen Qingshan.
Facing the dead soul that attacked him, Chen Qingshan killed it with one sword. As the dead soul died, a trace of soul mist was absorbed into Chen Qingshan's body, and Chen Qingshan felt a coolness in his heavy head.
"This soul is good for me." Chen Qingshan was delighted.
After these souls are broken, there is still a trace of soul source remaining, and this trace of soul source is of great benefit to the soul of the cultivator.
Chen Qingshan swung his sword several more times, killing nearly ten dead souls in front of him. As their soul sources were absorbed by Chen Qingshan, the outline of a villain was outlined above Chen Qingshan's sea of consciousness.
And this is the prototype of the divine soul.
Chen Qingshan suddenly felt that the world in his eyes had slowed down a bit, and he was fighting and moving forward, fighting to support fighting.
Supplemented by the power of the soul source and the candlelight, Chen Qingshan felt that he had wielded his sword countless times, and the little man sitting cross-legged on the sea of consciousness became more and more solid.
After Chen Qingshan killed nearly ten thousand dead souls, the villain seemed to have reached his limit. He no longer absorbed the soul source, and was still some distance away from Chen Qingshan's ability to condense his soul.
Chen Qingshan knew that it was because his cultivation was too weak, and his current cultivation was not enough to support the existence of the soul.
But even so, Chen Qingshan's soul strength has been greatly improved. The most intuitive thing is that Chen Qingshan's five senses have become clearer.
The originally somewhat hazy Netherworld Road was clearly visible to Chen Qingshan.
Chen Qingshan saw the purple figure at the end of Netherworld Road at a glance, A Nan.
A'Nan may have absorbed the origin of Qishan's evil snake, but his soul has not faded.
Chen Qingshan put away the power of the candlelight and used the prototype of the soul in the sea of consciousness to resist the invasion of this world.
A familiar sense of heaviness spread, and a sense of decay spread from Chen Qingshan's body. As if those mad dead souls had lost their targets, they slowly calmed down and drifted numbly again.
Chen Qingshan hurriedly rushed in the direction of Anan.
Later, as Chen Qingshan approached Anan, a bloated giant appeared at the end of Netherworld Road.
This giant seemed to be pieced together. The face was that of a beautiful woman, the body was that of a bloated fat man, and the limbs were extremely small. The whole person was sitting cross-legged at the end of the Netherworld Road.
To her left were thousands of approaching dead souls, and to her right was a mountain of corpses of the same height as her.
At this time, she was carefully selecting the broken limbs on the mountain of corpses and comparing them carefully with the torso in her hand.
A look of joy appeared on the woman's face. She found a suitable arm. She took out her needle and thread and sewed the arm to the torso.
Then, the head and legs were carefully selected from the mountain of corpses nearby and then sewn together.
The last completely sewn body appeared on the right hand.
As soon as he fished it out with his left hand, a dead soul on the Netherworld Road next to him was caught by him, and then he put it into the sutured body. The body immediately came to life.
The bloated giant twisted his body, revealing a jar as high as the sky behind him. He slowly opened the lid and put the resurrected corpse in his hand, just like a girl storing her toys.
Chen Qingshan instantly understood that this bloated giant was the ancient god sleeping on this Netherworld Road as mentioned by Master Wuchang.
It's just that Wuchang Gong was wrong. She was not sleeping, but was sewing her corpse at the end of the Netherworld Road.
Ancient God: The Corpse Sewer, in terms of strength, is weaker than the Ghost Punisher at his peak, but she, on this Netherworld Road, even if the seven realms of power come, she has to explain it here.
Fortunately, the corpse stitcher is one of those ancient gods who cannot escape the world. She only likes to stay in the underworld and sew her own corpse silently.
Her love for sewing up corpses is almost obsessive.
The corpse stitcher began to search for suitable torsos and stumps in the nearby corpse mountain, but did not find Chen Qingshan, an outsider. In other words, even if she found Chen Qingshan, she was too lazy to take a second look, as long as Chen Qingshan did not disturb him.
Just sew the corpse yourself.
Chen Qingshan breathed out, feeling the rotten air on his body, and felt that he could hold on for a while, so he quickly continued to rush to the place where Anan's soul was, and decided to pull Anan and leave this strange place immediately.
Chen Qingshan passed through the Soul Mountain and Soul Sea, and finally grabbed A Nan's hand. The confused purple figure was stunned for a moment.
"It's me, Anan, Chen Qingshan!"
Anan's confused eyes regained some clarity, but he did not resist Chen Qingshan's power.
Chen Qingshan stopped calling Anan and pulled Anan towards the entrance. Anan seemed to feel the warmth in his palms and slowly woke up.
"Master Qingshan, is it you?" When Ruo Dameng woke up, Ah Nan's murmur sounded from behind Chen Qingshan.
Before Chen Qingshan could answer.
A hand reached over. Unexpectedly, the corpse stitcher had sewn another corpse, and the soul she caught this time was none other than Anan.
"Outrageous!" Chen Qingshan couldn't help but curse. He turned around and saw the corpse stitcher's hands. Compared to the corpse stitcher's mountain-like body, her hands were very small.
But in the eyes of Chen Qingshan and Anan, it is still a giant palm.
At the critical moment, Chen Qingshan took Anan's hand and leaned over, lying on the ground. The palm of the corpse seam passed over his head and made a fortune.
Suddenly, the earth shook and the mountains shook, and a cry echoed throughout the Netherworld Road.
The beautiful female face of the corpse stitcher opened her mouth wide, crying and laughing, making the sound of a baby crying.
He held the Netherworld Road with one hand, and with a force, he turned the entire Netherworld Road over.
Chen Qingshan felt his body light up, and then he fell down together with countless dead souls.
Under the Netherworld Road is the Dead Sea. As the name suggests, the Dead Sea is the sea of death. If you fall into it, neither living people nor dead souls will be able to survive.
Chen Qingshan held Anan's hand and fell into the Dead Sea without any ripples.
The Dead Sea is like a mirror, with no waves for millions of years, swallowing up all things.
Slowly, some bubbles began to appear in the Dead Sea, which had been calm for an unknown period of time. Then the bubbles grew larger and larger, until finally, the entire Dead Sea boiled.
A great sun slowly rose from the Dead Sea, illuminating this world with boundless light.
This is the candle light in Chen Qingshan's sea of consciousness. The candle light and Youying come from the same source, one yin and one yang, and they are complementary. Youying can be transformed into the second month of Chang'an. The candle light is stronger than Youying. Naturally
It can be transformed into the second sun of this world.
The candlelight appeared in the world and directly evaporated the Dead Sea in the world where this Netherworld Road was located.
Even the corpse stitcher seemed a little insignificant in front of the candlelight at this moment.
Facing the bright sun at this moment, the corpse stitcher's bloated body was burning visibly to the naked eye.
A sound of panic rang out, and the corpse stitcher supported his entire body with his legs that were extremely incompatible with his body and were like bamboo poles. He lifted the jar as high as the sky and was about to run away.
Within the blazing sun, a sword energy drew out, it was Chen Qingshan.
And this sword move is to kill the pagoda.
Killing the pagoda is a sword that borrows the power of heaven and earth, and on this Netherworld Road, the candlelight is even more powerful than the power of heaven and earth.
Chen Qingshan cannot yet borrow the power of heaven and earth, but he can borrow the power of Zhuzhao.
Chen Qingshan realized something and took advantage of the candle's light to swing the sword.
A three-story pagoda was pulled out of the void, with the sound of gold and iron. If it were made of divine iron, the tower body would be burning with the flames of candles.
Although this pagoda only has three floors, with the blessing of candlelight, it is still larger than the corpse stitcher.
With astonishing power, the pagoda suppressed the corpse seamer, smashed half of the Netherworld Road, cut into pieces the corpse seamer's jar, and finally fell on the body of the body seam, cutting off a piece of his flesh and blood, and then slowly
Dissipate slowly.
The corpse stitcher looked back, looking at Chen Qingshan in the scorching sun, his eyes full of fear, and he escaped deeper into the netherworld.
Chen Qingshan used the power of the candle to grab the piece of flesh and blood and put it into the storage ring.
The candle light turned into beads again and returned to Chen Qingshan's sea of consciousness. Chen Qingshan took Anan into the door opened by Wuchang Gong.