Hell and Xiniu Hezhou are simply like two worlds, with completely different rules of heaven.
The air of hell is everywhere, and the surroundings are dark, cold, and dark.
"If you stay in hell for a long time, even the Holy Spirit will degenerate into a mortal." Holy Spirit Qi was seriously lost in the body of Holy Lord Wuchao. He quickly took out a jade bottle and wanted to take the "Holy Qi Essence". Restore your cultivation.
Naturally, Feng Feiyun would not give her this chance.
"Uh-huh."
A sword slashed through it, breaking the jade bottle. The essence of the holy energy inside evaporated immediately, and was corroded by the hellish energy, turning into wisps of white smoke.
"You have come to hell, and you still dare to take action. Don't you know that if you take action here, the power in your body will drain away faster." Holy Lord Wuchao was very angry, and there was a chill in his eyes.
Feng Feiyun held the sword in his arms and said with a smile: "The power in everyone's body is losing, so let's see who can have the last laugh."
"You are looking for death."
Holy Lord Wuchao did not dare to fight Feng Feiyun for a long time, and planned to fight quickly, using his strongest trump card to kill Feng Feiyun, and then find a way to leave hell.
"Burning Heaven Technique."
Holy Lord Wuchao stretched out a palm, and a holy light flew out from the palm, penetrating the billowing death energy in the sky and condensing a cloud of fire.
Huo Yun looked like a fire god, wearing armor, with two horns on his head, holding a fusiform war blade, roaring towards Feng Feiyun and suppressing it.
Feng Feiyun felt a huge pressure. The flesh and blood of his body were scorched, his hair turned into ash, and his soul was being burned. Even the immortal phoenix body could not withstand this power of burning the sky.
"Is this the most powerful blow of the Holy Spirit?"
Feng Feiyun felt that all his flesh and blood had been burned away by the flames, leaving only a red skeleton. This was a skeleton made of 999 phoenix bones, like a red skull.
"boom."
Holy Lord Wuchao blasted out with one strike, hitting Feng Feiyun in the chest and sending him into a Yellow Spring River.
"Plop."
The wind and flying clouds fell into the underworld, splashing up pieces of turbid corpse water.
In the end, there is still a gap between it and the real Holy Spirit.
"This guy's physical body is really powerful. The Burning Heaven Technique can even burn the bodies of some holy spirits into flying ash, but cannot burn his bones. He is worthy of being a person who has cultivated the immortal phoenix body to the Mahayana."
Holy Lord Wuchao expected Ding Feng Feiyun to be dead. After using this move, the Holy Spirit Qi in her body was almost exhausted. Fortunately, Feng Feiyun died, otherwise she would have been in danger.
She quickly gathered her breath, took out a Half-Step Holy Pill and drank it, then quickly flew away and disappeared by the Huangquan River.
In the yellow spring water, there is a crimson skeleton floating in the water, with flames all over its body.
An ancient bronze ship flew out from between the bones of the skull.
"call out."
Feng Feiyun's soul walked out of the ancient bronze ship, condensed into a human form, and exhaled deeply, "The Burning Heaven Technique is so powerful, it can literally refine a whole world."
Feng Feiyun looked at the red skull lying on the ancient bronze ship. He pressed his palm on the skeleton, and blood and flesh immediately grew on the skeleton and transformed into a human body again.
If your cultivation reaches Feng Feiyun's level, as long as your soul is immortal, you can come back to life even if there is only a drop of blood left.
Feng Feiyun's bones are not damaged, so it is naturally easy for him to be reborn.
"boom."
Feng Feiyun flew up from the Huangquan River, fell to the bank of the river, and then moved forward along the turbid river.
The world of hell is simply endless and so dark that there is no daylight.
Feng Feiyun walked continuously for half a month, and countless wandering souls appeared in front of him. They all lined up and walked forward, with dull expressions and chains on their bodies.
A huge evil god of hell was escorting them, with its body as high as a mountain.
From time to time, the evil god of hell let out a loud roar, which made the ghost tremble all over.
"Please, help me, my mother is seventy years old. If I die, no one will take care of her." A man in his thirties saw Feng Feiyun standing in the distance and begged. sound.
"Save me, save me. I am the king of Tiannan Kingdom. If you save me, I will make you a prince."
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Feng Feiyun just stood aside quietly and did not save anyone. Everyone who comes to hell is a person who has expired. This is the law of heaven. No one can change it. If it changes, the world will be chaotic.
Why doesn't Feng Feiyun hope that everyone in this world can live forever?
The evil god of hell also saw Feng Feiyun. It had gained wisdom and felt the terrifying aura on Feng Feiyun's body, and knew that this was a big shot that could not be messed with.
Feng Feiyun took a step forward, and in the next step, he stood on the shoulders of the Evil God of Hell and said, "Tell me where Fengdu City is."
The Evil God of Hell was so frightened that he knelt on the ground and said, "If you want to enter Fengdu City, you must first become a ghost."
"Okay then, I'm the ghost."
Feng Feiyun's soul left his body and flew into the group of ghosts. Then he put his body away and followed all the ghosts forward.
This is a long road, and I don’t know how many years and months it will take.
Feng Feiyun was walking among hundreds of millions of ghosts, letting the energy of hell corrode his soul. In his heart, he was comprehending the heaven and earth, the avenue of the Holy Spirit, and thinking about what life is and what death is.
Entering hell is not death, but he is alive.
The female demon is a zombie. Although she is alive, she has died long ago.
Life and death may seem simple, but there are a few people who can truly understand them.
Feng Feiyun stood in hell to comprehend life, searched for truth in death, and comprehended the way of the Holy Spirit in desperate situation.
In this way, time rushed by and thirty years passed.
Feng Feiyun opened his eyes again, and realized in his heart what life was and what death was. If he were to survive the tribulation of life now, he would have at least a fifth-level chance of being able to survive it.
"When I was enlightened, time passed so fast. Thirty years passed in the blink of an eye. What great changes have taken place in Xiniu Hezhou in thirty years."
Ahead, a large river appeared, with an ancient bridge suspended on the river.
That ancient bridge is broken, with one end on the ground and the other in the clouds.
This ancient bridge reminded Feng Feiyun of the broken bridge in the "Ancient Ruins" in the Little Spirit Fairy World. One end of the broken bridge was in the Little Spirit Fairy World, and the other end of the broken bridge was in the Ancient Ruins.
This broken bridge has one end on the ground by the river and the other end in Fengdu Ghost Town.
"The ancient ruins are the resting place of the Earth Emperor, and the hell is the reincarnation prison opened by the Earth Emperor. There is a broken bridge in these two places, and they are so similar. Could it be said that these two broken bridges, They were originally one."
Feng Feiyun used Dayan Technique to calculate the cause and effect, but there was an extremely powerful force affecting his calculation, cutting off all the laws of heaven.
"Drink, drink, drink Meng Po soup, forget the past and present life, walk across the Naihe Bridge, and welcome a new life." An old woman stood on the ancient broken bridge, with a pot next to her. Hot soup.
The old woman held up the spoon and stared at Feng Feiyun. Her old eyes shrank slightly and emitted two bright ghost lights.
She put the spoon back into the pot, stared at Feng Feiyun, and said, "You are in the wrong team. This is not the place you should be."
"I'm going to Fengdu City to see the Ghost Lord of Hell." Feng Feiyun said.
Po Meng's voice was hoarse, and countless principles were flowing in her ghost body. She didn't look at Feng Feiyun, she just played with the soup in the pot and said: "Only dead people can cross the Naihe Bridge, and living people cannot."
Feng Feiyun said: "I know the two saint ancestors Shu Huang and Xue Ying."
Po Meng's eyes shrank, she turned around slightly, took a deep look at Feng Feiyun, and said: "People sent by the Tomb Palace."
"He is considered a guest of the tomb." Feng Feiyun said.
Po Meng said: "Even people sent by the tomb can only enter Fengdu Ghost City after death. This is a rule set by the Emperor of the Earth in ancient times."
Feng Feiyun has tried many methods to return to the earth, but they have all failed. Even the ancient bronze ship cannot break through the extreme wall of hell.
So Feng Feiyun planned to seek help from the Hell Ghost Lord. According to what Mao Wugui said, the Hell Ghost Lord's cultivation level would not be lower than that of the Tomb Palace Lord.
The ghost master of hell must have a way to send him back.
Since Po Meng wouldn't let him go, he had no choice but to force his way in.
"Here we go, freshly baked Meng Po soup, hot Meng Po soup. Take one sip and forget your worries; drink two sips and you will be more energetic; drink three sips and you will live forever." An old Taoist walked from Naihe Bridge with a big black pot. The other end came swaggeringly, holding a pot of hot soup in both hands, and kept mumbling in his mouth.
Feng Feiyun and Po Meng both stared at the old Taoist.
The old man stood in the middle of the bridge, suddenly stopped and stared at Feng Feiyun.
"Feng Feiyun."
"Master Peanut."
The old Taoist touched the beard on his chin, rolled his eyes, turned around and walked away, saying: "You got the wrong person."
"Stop, come back." Po Meng's voice was cold and she stared at the old man's back.
The old Taoist stopped helplessly, turned around, smiled, and said: "I think the Mengpo soup I cooked today contained some ghost medicine, so I'll make it again."
"Speak clearly, it's not too late to go on." Meng Po said, "You two knew each other before."
The old Taoist looked at Feng Feiyun carefully, then shook his head vigorously and said: "No, I don't know him, I never know him."
But Feng Feiyun burst out laughing, walked directly towards the old Taoist, bowed and said: "Taoist Peanut, why don't you recognize me? When I was in the Shenjin Dynasty, I even drank the soup you made. .”
"Ahem, I guess we just look alike. My surname is Meng and my name is Master. You can call me Master Meng." The veteran said with a pleasant smile.
Meng Po said: "He once became a monk and listened to the Tao in front of the Taoist ancestors. The name of the Tao was said to be peanuts."
The old Taoist's face suddenly turned the color of pig liver.
Feng Feiyun patted the old Taoist on the shoulder and said with a smile: "That's right, Taoist Peanut, I knew it was you. You used to work in hell. By the way, how did you appear in the Shenjin Dynasty? Do you know of any way to go back? We are all old acquaintances, so just tell me and stop hiding it, hehe."