But the two guards running in the front had just taken a step when the solid ground under their feet seemed to turn into an illusory bubble.

The two of them tried to fly into the air quickly, but they seemed to have fallen into the void of the underworld, and their flying skills were completely ineffective.

The body fell directly through the ground, and once it was completely buried in the ground, there was no telling where it would end up.

Without crossing the Beiyin Mountain, living people cannot set foot on the fragments of the underworld behind the Beiyin Mountain.

Even a cultivator who had achieved the state of spiritual transformation and whose soul had left his body, or Jiang Li, who had not yet mastered the Nine Netherworld Dao Sutra, could not do it.

At this time, it is obviously unrealistic to want to take advantage of the ghost gate to take shortcuts.

Unless he upgrades the gate of hell to the level where it can take away lives.

Of course, Qiushui, the master of Beixuan Palace, is obviously an exception.

This Wrongful Death City seemed to have been the place where this person practiced in his previous life, so how could they have turned him away? Therefore, the two Changle guards seemed very unlucky.

Above, Jiang Li was still maintaining the Ghost Gate and could not get out for the time being.

Just as the two Changle guards were about to sink into the ground and disappear forever, two hands grabbed them.

It was Qiushui who stretched out his hands, grabbed two Changle guards, one on each side, and then threw them back into the ghost gate.

After doing this, he slowly closed his hands.

Jiang Li was stunned by this scene.

"Brother Qiushui, aren't you practicing Heshou Zen?"

How could Qiushui, who was clearly practicing the Zen of Hand-joining, separate his hands so decisively and easily? Wasn't all his practice before that in vain?

But Qiushui remained calm, without any sign of regret on his face.

When Jiang Li asked this question, a halo immediately appeared on his body. This was the hand-joining Zen that Jiang Li had seen when he was a rookie.

This guy didn't fail! ?

"Amitabha, thank you City Lord Jiang Li for your concern. The one who is holding his hands together in meditation is the Buddha's heart, not the Buddha's hands."

“Although my hands are apart, my Buddha’s heart is firmly fixed, so my Zen of joining my hands will not be broken.”

It was as if he was saying to Jiang Li, "Is it strange if you don't put your hands together when practicing the Zen of joining your hands?"

Hearing this, Jiang raised his eyebrows. Ever since his debut, he has always been the one to shock others.

I didn't expect that I would be so defeated by a young man who had only practiced for a month or two.

This reincarnation of the immortal Buddha is really so awesome! But after thinking about it, he felt relieved.

Ksitigarbha Bodhisattva was also a famous and powerful person in ancient times.

Such an existence, as long as there is even the slightest trace left to this day, must be an extraordinary person.

It would be more appropriate to say that they are recovering their strength rather than practicing again.

Even if it is impossible to recover all of his strength, even if he can eventually recover one percent, one thousandth, or even one ten-thousandth of his strength, it is still a terrifying force that is simply unimaginable in the current world of immortal cultivation.

Isn't it normal for them to show some magical powers? In the Kyushu Continent, there may be other ancient relics that have already flourished, but he just doesn't know about it yet.

In addition, with Jiang Li’s accumulation along the way, and the plug-in that can forcibly retain even the "Blessings of Heaven and Earth".

He may not be as good as these remnants of ancient times.

Putting aside his messy thoughts, Jiang Li let go of the Ghost Gate.

When the dead arrive here, they may be affected by the power of the City of the Dead, and the living cannot set foot in this underworld at all.

This time, Jiang Li could only bring Qiu Shui with him, which was quite convenient.

The two men transformed into two beams of light and soon saw the seemingly boundless Wall of Death again.

Below the city wall, there was still a long stream of people walking slowly.

"Brother Qiushui, how do you think we should get in?"

It is obviously impossible to fly in from above. Jiang Li had tried to burrow underground before, but he found that there was also a powerful force lurking under the city. If he got a little closer, he would be struck by thunder.

The force was so strong that it made Jiang Li shudder. Even he might not be able to withstand the blow. Obviously, that was not a good way.

Now, we have to see the ability of the Lord of Beixuan Palace.

When Qiushui saw the City of the Wrongly Dead, his expression, which had always been calm, finally changed again. His reaction seemed to be even more intense than when he saw Fengdu City before.

After countless tens of thousands of years, if Ksitigarbha wanted to reincarnate, his memory would not be passed down, but he still felt an indescribable sense of familiarity.

"Amitabha!"

After getting closer, he chanted the Buddha's name at the mouth of the prisoner's water.

Then, a cloud of smoke came from somewhere and covered a section of the city wall in front of them. When the smoke dissipated, a vermilion gate appeared on that section of the city wall.

The vermilion gate slowly opened, revealing the interior of the City of the Dead.

This is the importance of following your feet.

The four ghost kings have occupied Fengdu City for many years, but they can only use its outermost buildings and yin energy and cannot even enter the Changle Underground Palace on the next level.

But as the descendant of the Human Emperor, Jiang Li can make that city recognize its master and unleash its true power.

This City of the Dead is so difficult for outsiders to set foot on this fragment of the underworld. Even after finally finding the city, they are still unable to enter.

But this city of the dead will take the initiative to open its doors for Qiushui, the reincarnation of Ksitigarbha.

When the red door opened, the souls of the innocent dead around it immediately ran into it like crazy as if they had been strongly summoned.

At the speed of mortal walking, they may have been walking here for months or even years.

Their feet had been worn out for a long time, and every step was a huge pain. Now a door suddenly opened nearby, which was enough to make them crazy. They were completely crawling, trying to squeeze in.

"Brother Qiushui, let's go in too."

Through the open door, you can see that behind the city wall is a fairly wide alley.

The sudden influx of a large number of unfamiliar faces seemed to have attracted some people's attention.

There was no city gate here, but suddenly a city gate appeared, and so many people poured in.

This made the residents who had originally lived here and died unjustly seem a little at a loss.

At this time, Jiang Li and another person also walked in.

A thin stream of spiritual energy blocked the area around them, pushing away the innocent victims who were trying to enter the city.

Then the red door was slowly closed, locking out the large number of dead souls that had not yet entered.

Without the temptation of the city gate, those who died unjustly without having time to enter could only continue on their way with heavy steps.

The ghosts that were originally walking in confusion outside the city seemed to regain some sanity after entering the city.

They lay on the ground, holding their feet, weak and exhausted. They had never known what rest was before.

After they have recovered their strength, they will look for an empty house nearby to live in, and then wait until the end of their life.

"It seems like there's writing everywhere around here."

Words, words everywhere.

Every floor tile, every wall, and even every tile on the roof was densely engraved with words in different handwritings.

Of course, these words are not some powerful skills, or legendary things like merit inscriptions.

These words are actually very ordinary.

"My name is Zhu Chongqi. I am from Wushan, Yuezhou. I have a wife, three children, a two-bedroom house, and half an acre of land. I followed my father to herd cattle and farm since I was a child. After I turned 35, I saved a sum of money and bought a job in the Wushan County government..."

"My name is Li Shazhu, and I am..."

These words written all over the ground are all the life experiences of the local residents of the City of the Dead, recording all kinds of trivial matters.

Many people have a low level of education, and there are crosses and typos in many places.

Sure enough, every place has its own traditions.

Jiang Li took two steps casually and found a few residents of the City of the Dead not far away. They were holding some broken tiles and lying on the ground looking for empty spaces to write words.

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"Brother, what are you doing?"

Jiang Li couldn't understand why they did this, so he walked up to a resident dressed as a scholar and asked him.

The scholar obviously had no intention of paying any attention to Jiang Li, but a force of dream fluctuated slightly, and the scholar's eyes were confused for a moment, and he immediately stood up and looked at Jiang Li.

"Are you new here? Come and leave your name and life story with us!"

"Those soldiers will be here soon. It will be too late if we delay any longer!"

The scholar's expression was panic-stricken and desperate, as if he would die soon.

"Officers and soldiers?"

Jiang Li recalled the mortal war he saw when he first arrived at this fragment of the underworld.

It seems that the officers and soldiers this scholar mentioned are related to them?

"Yes, the twenty streets around here are all occupied by General Cheng... No, it's not General Li... No, the generals change too quickly... In short, it's the territory of one general."

"They are coming today to capture able-bodied men to join the army. When the war starts, we will all be killed."

"Don't think that we can't die here. Every time we are killed, we will forget a lot of things. If we are killed too many times, we will forget everything, even our own names, wives, and children!"

"So I advise you to write everything down while you can remember!"

After saying this, the scholar bent down again and continued to record his past. He had a few savory poems that he wanted to pass on no matter what.

So that's how it is. The scholar's words cleared up some of Jiang Li's doubts.

In the City of the Dead, people whose life span has not yet ended will not die even if they are killed. Their souls will be recycled by the city and will be resurrected after a period of time.

But every time you die, a part of your memory will be lost out of thin air.

This period of memory may last at least ten years, or at most thirty to fifty years.

Perhaps it would be okay if it was a powerful monk who had lived for hundreds of years.

But if they are mortals, as long as they die twice, their souls will become the same as those soldiers seen before.

There is nothing in my mind, and I can only follow orders like a puppet.

This situation would not have been a big deal, but the misfortune was that some people's endless desire for power could not be quenched even after death.

Many years ago, there were mortals who ruled the city of the dead.

First, they used various means to coerce and lure others to join, and they gathered in groups of three or five, or hundreds or eight.

Then the power snowballs until it encounters another person doing the same thing.

The fight between the two sides began. Since there was a war, it was only natural to forcibly conscript young men into the army.

Considering the population density in this City of the Dead, a battlefield with millions of people like the ones he had seen before would probably not be uncommon at all.

Even as he was speaking, the sound of weapons clashing could be heard outside.

A group of soldiers wearing simple equipment and holding shining steel knives in their hands rushed into the streets and alleys, looking ferocious, and dragged the unfortunate people who had carved their life stories on the ground and walked out.

Bring these strong men back, equip them with weapons and armor, and then go out of the city to fight.

At this time, several soldiers also discovered the new residents who had just poured in from the gate, and Jiang Li and Qiu Shui who were standing leisurely in the middle of the alley.

The soldier's eyes lit up, and he came over with a big knife in hand, spewing all kinds of obscenities, and he didn't even know how to write the word death.

These mortals without good sense are often very annoying!

Jiang Li could have just shot them to death.

However, these guys who have lived here for many years always have some understanding of this city.

With a snap of the fingers, the dream mumbling dissipated, and all the residents and soldiers in the nearby area fell to the ground with their heads tilted.

It was too easy for him to pull the mortal dead into the dream world.

"There seems to be a leader here."

Jiang Li walked out to the street and found a guy sleeping soundly on a tall horse.

His figure instantly appeared on the horse's back, and he raised his hand and a colorful dream spider snapped onto the face of the mortal general.

Being treated like this is definitely a highlight moment for this mortal.

Soon, memories were dug out from the dream.

As expected, it is only the outer city that allows mortals to mess around and fight for supremacy like this.

In this city of wrongful death, there is also an inner city where gods and immortals are as numerous as dogs.

If we can find those seniors in Dachongshan, perhaps they can provide him with some help.

. . . .

On the other side is the Doll Street in the City of the Dead.

A woman with a huge red mark on her face, who looked like a beggar or a madman, was crawling among the children.

He kept murmuring "My child, my child".

She picked up a boy who looked like he had just been born, and looked closely at his face.

When the boy saw such a huge mark approaching, he was so scared that he started crying loudly, and suddenly he urinated out of excitement.

Because it was so close, it poured directly onto the woman's face.

After having her face washed by the gentle boy's urine, the woman's dull eyes suddenly regained some clarity.

She forced herself to stay clear-headed and quickly found a piece of Yin crystal on her body, inside of which was sealed a pale, temperatureless flame.

Cases involving minors are not public, so let's see if we can hear any news later.

(End of this chapter)