Xueba's Resurrection

Chapter 157 The Horrible Wangxiang Terrace (14)

According to legend, there is a road called Huangquan Road, a river called Wangchuan River, and a bridge on the river called Naihe Bridge.Walking through the Naihe Bridge, there is an earthen platform called Wangxiang Terrace. There is an old woman named "Mengpo" selling Mengpo soup beside the Wangxiang Terrace. There is a stone by the Wangchuan River called Sansheng Stone. Mengpo soup makes you forget. In addition to everything, the Sansheng Stone records your past and present lives.

The soul of the dead walks across the Naihe Bridge, looks at the world for the last time on the Wangxiang Terrace, and drinks a cup of Meng Po soup boiled in the Wangchuan River, and this life is completely over...

But legends are legends after all, and most of them are fictional, specious.

It’s like writing novels, the old saying is still the same in many cases: the old man’s routine is to open Word and write a few words blindly.

This legend was obviously created by some idle and boring people.

Huangquan Road is the way back for the dead.

Xiao Yi has walked the Huangquan Road twice, so he has the right to speak.

In Yangjian, throughout the ages, no matter in the East or the West, many literati, poets, and folk legends have made countless fantasies and supplements to "Huangquan Road", and derived a series of poignant love stories.

In novels and film and television dramas, couples who love each other to the death, couples who love each other, and one party dies due to illness, it feels meaningless not to say "you are on the road to hell" and wait for me.

Actually?

Is Huangquan Road really a sightseeing route?
Is the fiery Bana flower really beautiful?

No matter how much you loved to death or life or death, you just tiptoed and walked forward like a chaotic puppet.

Holding hands, go to reincarnation happily, go dreaming!
As for Meng Po on the Naihe Bridge, it is said that drinking her soup can forget the past life and go to the new life.

It's impossible for a person to think about it with his butt. So many people die every day, and they have to drink soup. Then Po Meng must be exhausted to death!

Moreover, a ghost and god of Po Meng's level would give spoons to ghosts with bare hands?
Therefore, everything is just a far-fetched theory of people in the world.

However, some information is also hidden in the myths and legends, it is difficult to distinguish the true from the false, and it is confusing.

Now, the ghosts and gods who seemed to be the judges of the underworld have all died on the earthen platform. It is terrifying that no powerful god can beheaded with a sword.

The collapse of the underworld has become a fact...

Xiao Yi flapped six pitch-black wings, roaming above the gray sky, overlooking the "Road of Fire", watching the soul walking like a puppet, feeling in his heart that reincarnation is only running instinctively.

After all, even the judge is dead.

Even no gods and ghosts came to collect his corpse.

And this is also a great opportunity.

At any time, any institution is a radish and a pit.

If even Yan Luo didn't live to this era, then would the ghost messengers be able to advance step by step, so as to sit on the position of Yan Luo in the ten halls, and even peek at the throne of the Wufang Ghost Emperor and Fengdu Great Emperor.

Lao Liu should work harder!

This is the worst era, the heavens are destroyed, the underworld collapses, and the demons and ghosts cause chaos in the world because of the lack of order;
This is also the best era. The old gods either fell, disappeared, or sealed themselves. The authority left behind is enough for people to peep and steal desperately, so as to become new gods.

"Is that earthen platform the Wangxiang Terrace?"

Xiao Yi landed and didn't dare to fly over again. In front of him stood a high platform built of dark soil. This towering doesn't mean how high the platform is, but the aura that came out was extremely vast, and it seemed to connect the sky and the earth. Feeling, and even found a bloody light shining from the high platform.

The straight point in the previous dream was really terrifying.

Since the souls of the dead can circle around the blood pool on the earthen platform, there is not much danger in passing through normally, but it is difficult to guarantee that they will fly directly there.

Yi Xiaochuan has already made up his mind to take the stubborn stone and run away, even if there is danger, he will go straight away.

Saving people is very important, but if you put your life at stake... Xiao Yi said that he is not yet so noble, nor does he have the spirit of dedication.

Everything is based on the fact that you are not in danger. This is the most basic condition.

Walking on tiptoes with a long line of dead souls, the earth platform in front of them is already far away, and it is not considered tall, at most it is a larger mound of earth to the naked eye.

In front of the suspected "Wangxiang Terrace", there is a lake with a radius of about ten feet. It is bright red, and the water is like blood, but the breath revealed in it is palpitating.

A head sinks and floats in the blood...

The more Xiao Yi watched, the more frightened he became, the blood was like smoke, rising up, like strands of fierce souls.

The small lake with a radius of only a few dozen feet is so red that it makes one's heart palpitate, and its color is so bright that one can suffocate. The pool of water seems to be able to swallow the world.

Suddenly, Xiao Yi felt the little blood-colored bug on his finger move, and then left the ring-shaped form, stretching his head out to try.

"You set your sights on this lake of blood? Do you want to devour the blood? Wait a minute, wait until I take the stubborn stone and walk away, and then you will die..."

Suppressing the bloody bug with one hand, Xiao Yi felt that if he allowed it to die, he would definitely bring disaster to Chi Yu.

Walking slowly around the blood lake, Yi Xiaochuan dared not touch any blood. As for the corpse on the earthen platform, the suspected judge's pen, something that cannot be touched, no matter how tempting it is.

Under the earth platform, near Huangquan Road, a river pebble the size of a fist was exposed.

Xiao Yi saw this thing in the dream divination, it is the stubborn stone that can fix the water of the Santu River.

"Hei Niu, raise soldiers for a thousand days, use them for a while, be good, go get that stone..."

Meow...

【Are you playing with meow? ! 】

"Hurry up, there is no danger, you see I am so close, there is no danger..."

Yi Xiaochuan just threw the black girl to the side of the earthen platform, and suddenly swallowed a mouthful of saliva, he saw a writing brush, the shaft was as thick as an arm, two feet long, and the color was withered and yellow.The tip of the pen is more than half a foot long, and the tip of the pen is still stained with fresh and wet ink. It looks as if it has just been dipped in ink, and even exudes a refreshing and unique ink fragrance.

[Extremely evil spirits, sentenced to: the punishment of being burned! 】

It was as if an invisible hand was holding a brush and quickly writing a line of words in the air.

Xiao Yi retreated again and again, but the black characters flew towards him like a shadow.

Immediately afterwards, the black font changed like a landscape of splashed ink, and unexpectedly transformed into four bronze-colored rays of light. The rays of light grow as soon as the wind blows, and quickly become larger in the air, turning into four huge bronze-colored pillars.

Immediately, Xiao Yi felt scorching heat, even blazing heat, a huge heat that would dry out his soul.

These four bronze-coloured giant pillars have already surrounded Xiao Yi, and around the giant pillars, there are several long chains flying, suppressing them from top to bottom.

Xiao Yi flapped his black wings and roared again and again, but he couldn't resist at all.And the fluttering chains have already held him firmly, and are about to bind him to this huge red copper pillar...

(End of this chapter)