Chapter 403 Reentry into the Underworld

As soon as Bai Xiaotian turned around and left, two figures appeared silently in the cave.

Two figures appeared quietly, one black and one white, and waved the mourning stick in Huangfu Yuran's hand. Huangfu Yuran's soul came out of his body.

If there are other practitioners present, they will definitely recognize that this black and white figure is the black and white messenger of the underworld. Black and white impermanence grabbed Huangfu Yuran left and right, looked at each other and nodded, and disappeared into the cave with Huangfu Yuran's soul.

Standing on the familiar desolate path, Huangfu Yuran turned his head to look at the surrounding environment, nodded and gently picked the corners of his mouth and said with some self-deprecating, "Nether Road? What a familiar place, I didn't expect that I could walk the underworld road again!"

"You have the nerve to say that it's all because of you. Many people have died recently, so that we haven't been idle for a while. Now it's all right, you've played yourself to death!" Bai Wuchang said angrily, but his expression has never changed, and he has always been smiling.

Huangfu Yuran also knew that Bai Wuchang was right, especially the killing of Shenfuzong, and the underworld must not be idle. So he scratched the back of his head awkwardly and said with a smile, "Hey, I can't help it. It will be fine in the future... If I die, there will be no more unnecessary battles, and there won't be so many killings. You can also be free for a while."

Hearing Huangfu Yuran's words, Bai Wuchang glanced at Huangfu Yuran angrily, as if he was talking to himself, "I hope so." He didn't believe that things came to an end, just like when he came to the underworld.

Huangfu Yuran suddenly thought of something and turned his head and asked doubtfully, "I really died this time. Can I be reincarn?" I don't know what's wrong with Huangfu Yuran, but he suddenly thought of reincarnation.

Black Wuchang just shook his head, but didn't say anything. This made Huangfu Yuran very anxious and said angrily, "Why is that? Others can be reincarnated after they die, but why can't I?"

Hei Wuchang seemed to have never laughed. At this time, he looked at Huangfu Yuran with a cold face and said coldly, "We are only responsible for the detention of souls. It's not up to us whether we can be reincarnated."

A few black lines suddenly appeared on Huangfu Yuran's head. If you had already said that, it would have been over. Why did you shake your head? So that he thought he couldn't be reincarnated, so he turned his head and asked Bai Wuchang with a smile: "That... I don't know who is in charge of reincarnation? The king of Yanluo?"

Compared with Hei Wuchang, Bai Wuchang, who has always been smiling, is much easier to talk, so Huangfu Yuran still prefers to be with Bai Wuchang.

Bai Wuchang looked at Huangfu Yuran with a smile and shook his head in the same action as Hei Wuchang and said, "In hell, the king of hell is only responsible for the trial. As for reincarnation... it is usually the responsibility of the wheel king. But you are a special case. You don't belong to the management of the wheel king. You can deal with it directly to Pluto. If you can reincarnate, you'd or ask Pluto yourself.

What is this? Huangfu Yuran looked at Bai Wuchang depressedly. He just wanted to know if he could be reincarnate. As a result, he said a lot of useless nonsense. In the end, he still didn't get the answer he wanted.

When my mind turns, the Nether Road has come to an end. Far away are Sansheng Stone and Huangquan, as well as the lonely and cold bridge on the Huangquan.

When Huangfu Yuran saw the scene in front of him, he couldn't help sighing again. He came here once a few years ago, but now he is standing here again, and his mood is different. Youyou sighed and raised his feet to the Sansheng Stone. Whether this was a formalized process or not, Huangfu Yuran still wanted to know what his previous life was like.

Compared with the last time, there was no response, and this time it was not in vain. Closing his eyes and injecting spiritual power into the Sansheng Stone, Huangfu Yuran, who had not had much hope, suddenly found that there was a trace of strangeness in the sky in his mind.

Then the sky turned blood red, and a huge blood-red dragon head appeared in the sky. There was a frighting light in the dragon's eyes, staring straight at Huangfu Yuran. Although this dragon head is powerful and domineering, it feels uncomfortable no matter how you look at it. The evil atmosphere on the dragon head is too strong.

If this scene appears in the world of cultivation, it will be another turmoil in the world of cultivation. This scene has appeared twice in the world of cultivation, but Huangfu Yuran was not able to see it, one time when he made a sound, and the other time when he fell into a semi-coma.

With the pressure of the dragon head, Huangfu Yuran carefully looked for every corner, hoping to find his figure. But what is helpless is that there is really nothing else in the whole space except that huge faucet.

Finally, under the pressure of the evil breath of the dragon head, Huangfu Yuran withdrew his mental strength and wiped the cold sweat on his forehead and gasped.

Bai Wuchang felt curious and came over and touched Huangfu Yuran's shoulder and asked, "What's the matter? Have you seen your own past life?" Bai Wuchang didn't understand why Huangfu Yuran had such an expression. Even if he saw his previous life, he didn't have to be so nervous and afraid.

Huangfu Yuran calmed down and shook his head helplessly. Is what he saw really his previous life? What's the explanation for the huge faucet? Since I can't explain, I have no choice but to shake my head and say nothing more.

Bai Wu often Huangfu Yuran didn't want to tell himself, so he didn't continue to ask questions. He stretched out his finger and said, "Since you have seen it, let's go. It's time for us to go back to work."

Huangfu Yuran smiled and raised his foot to walk on the bridge. There was a rumor in the world of cultivation: "Step on the bridge, what can you do!" Huangfu Yuran felt a lot. Although he walked through the Naihe Bridge last time, he only walked when he came back last time, which was completely different from this scene.

Looking down at the trembling bridge under his feet that seemed to collapse at any time, and the blood-red yellow spring water slowly flowing under the bridge, Huang Fuyu thought of Huangquan. This person, who is also a teacher and friend, taught himself a magic attack and gave himself a weapon to take advantage of. When he met Huangquan, he was also by the Huangquan River.

Where is Huangquan first? Are you waiting for yourself in the Pluto Hall? Or Huangquan had left the underworld and went to another place. On that day, Huangfu Yuran felt that he had left. Although it was not a farewell, it was also a long time.

It is said that he was "invited" to the underworld. There is no reason for Huang Quan not to come to see him. Last time, Huang Quan strongly opposed Huangfu Yuran's walk on the bridge.

shook his head and shook off the confused thoughts in his mind and strode up. Black and white impermanence followed Huangfuyu closely. However, the bridge is not peaceful. You can know it by looking at the dilapidated appearance and the rolling river under the bridge.

When he was about to reach the middle of the bridge, a blood-red shadow suddenly rushed up from under the bridge, and a twisted face instantly appeared in front of Huangfu Yuran, and at the same time grabbed Huangfu Yuran with both hands.

Huangfu Yuran was so scared that he trembled all over. He jumped back reflexively, turned over his hand and took out the soul-hunting knife and twisted it out. After a sad wailing, the red shadow disappeared in front of him, and there was a sound of something falling into the water from under the bridge.

Huangfu Yuran took back the remnant soul-eating knife, raised his hand to wipe the cold sweat that did not exist on his forehead, patted his chest and said, "What the hell? Scared me!"

For Huangfu Yuran's movements, black and white are speechless for a while. Generally, when the soul is detained in the underworld, it is locked up with a soul chain. Even in this case, they can only admit their own bad luck. However, this Huangfu Yuran is an exception, and it is also an accident.

Not only is he not locked by the soul chain, but also it is also good to reach out in the world of cultivation. At the same time, he also has a sharp weapon that restrains the soul. Although the sudden appearance of the ghost made Huangfu Yuran like a frightened rabbit, it was also solved casually.

Bai Wuchang stretched out his finger and pointed to the bottom and said, "There are countless resentment souls in the Huangquan River. If you don't think it's troublesome, you can walk there slowly."

Huangfu Yuran's eyebrows were gently raised and looked at Bai Wuchang maliciously, but his subsequent actions made Bai Wuchang speechless. Huangfu Yuran looked at Bai Wuchang and seemed to want to say something, but he turned around and left before he opened his mouth.

The toes are a little on the ground, and people have rushed over like an arrow from the string. Standing on the opposite bridge, he turned around and looked at the bridge, as if he still had lingering palpitations. Although I'm not afraid of those so-called grievances, I'm afraid of trouble.

Black and white looked at each other impermanence, and the surface of the body was covered with a layer of blue-gray fog and slowly floated over. The reason why it is floating is that I can't see the black and white impermanence feet moving at all, so I quietly floated across the bridge.

On the other side of the bridge is naturally the steaming cauldron and the Meng Po who is sloping to serve soup. Seeing someone crossing the bridge, Meng Po bent down and handed out the soup.

Huangfu Yuran took over the soup handed over by Meng Po, but did not drink it in a hurry. Instead, he looked at Meng Po with a smile and said, "Mother-in-law, I haven't seen you for a long time."

Meng Po was shocked and looked up at Huangfu Yuran. The light in her eyes flashed, and the surprise on her face also flashed by. Reaching out to take the soup bowl in Huangfu Yuran's hand, what's the joke? Can the child Huangquan pays special attention to let him drink Meng Po soup?

Huangfu Yuran was not happy. He put his hands back and gently dodged Meng Po's outstretched hand and said with a smile, "Grandma, can this soup... really make people forget everything?"

Meng Po's eyes flashed with unknown light, and finally nodded and acquiesced. Meng Po's soup was better than forgetfulness. Forgetting water is just to make people forget everything in this life, while Meng Po soup can make people forget several generations of love.