The more memories you throw into it, the more turbulent and wider the river will become.

After a long ancient period, the river has grown from its original width of two or three meters to its current size. With Jiang Li's eyesight, he can't even see the other side.

It is even more impossible to fly over there.

Fortunately, due to the special world rules of the underworld, as long as you keep walking, you will naturally walk to where you want to go or should go.

Jiang Li just threw a ghost out at random, and then followed the little ghost, and easily found the Naihe Bridge across the Wangchuan River.

But looking at the bridge, he didn't feel any impulse to walk up on it.

It was a bridge that looked shaky and unsafe.

Why could Jiang Li tell at a glance that this bridge was unsafe? Because this broken bridge was actually made of pieces of light yellow paper.

I touched it and found that the yellow paper was very thin.

Even if it is used for writing, if there is too much ink on the brush, it is easy to pierce it accidentally.

How can such a bridge be used to carry people?

Well, this Naihe Bridge was not originally used to save humans, but to save ghosts.

"First try to see if this broken bridge is strong enough."

The contemporary Human Emperor raised his hand and pointed, and the ghost that had just led him the way obeyed his order and tried to step onto the bridge.

Ghosts are naturally light, about the size of a balloon, and a gust of wind can blow them away.

When I stepped on it, the yellow paper on the bridge surface collapsed slightly, but I could still walk steadily.

But after walking a few steps, they arrived at the rolling Forgotten River.

Under the influence of a strange force, the ghost suddenly couldn't control itself and recalled all kinds of memories from its previous life.

Then, the originally light body suddenly began to become heavy.

What is the heaviest thing in life? The burden on your shoulders? The responsibility you carry? Perhaps the memories of a lifetime are the heaviest thing for everyone.

Under the force of the Wangchuan River, the ghost's light body became heavier than a piece of iron. Finally, he stepped on the paper bridge and broke it, and fell off the Naihe Bridge.

Jiang Li raised his hand at the right time and pulled the red rope tied around the ghost's waist to pull it back, thus preventing the ghost from falling directly into the Forgetful River.

"It's really not that simple."

The modern Human Emperor gazed at the surging river.

But what he didn't know was that in that river, there were also several pairs of eyes staring at him.

After thinking for a moment, many solutions flashed through my mind.

Finally, he looked at the big pot placed beside the Naihe Bridge.

No need to guess, that should be the legendary Meng Po, the place where Meng Po soup is boiled and distributed.

But times have changed and things and people are no longer the same.

I don't know what material this big pot is made of, but it is still there. But the Meng Po behind it has already disappeared in the dust of the Dharma Ending Age.

According to legends from previous lives and speculations from ancient records.

The normal procedure after walking through the Yellow Springs Road is to drink Meng Po Soup and then walk onto the Naihe Bridge.

Helplessly heading towards judgment and rebirth.

While reminiscing about his past life, he forgot all the past events in his memory and threw them into the Forgotten River.

No wonder the Forgotten River has become so dirty.

It would be really strange if the water quality could still be good after so many people threw their bad memories into the river and accumulated them for countless years.

Jiang Li took out a gourd, poured out some of the liquid in it, and gave it to the little ghost to drink.

Let him walk onto the paper bridge again.

This time, I didn’t step on the Paper Bridge again.

The power of the Wang River once again acted on him, and memories of the past came flooding back.

The image of the little ghost was that of a down-and-out scholar. I wonder if he had ever encountered a fox girl who came to him at night to add fragrance to his sleeves.

In short, in his memories, he began to cry loudly as he walked.

All the memories of my life turned into tears and rolled down.

Drops of tears representing its memories broke through the paper bridge and fell directly into the Forgotten River below.

The punctured yellow paper quickly repaired itself and did not block the way for later visitors.

What Jiang Li gave him to drink was naturally the Meng Po soup produced by Fengdu City using red spider lilies and forget-me-nots.

Although there have been certain changes in auxiliary materials and refining techniques, it is not exactly the same as the ancient authentic Mengpo Soup.

But there is no problem with the effect.

However, sending just one little ghost would not be of any help to Jiang Li.

The key is that he has to be able to get through it himself.

So the question is, how heavy is the weight of the contemporary Human Emperor plus the memories he carries?

There was no way he could walk across the paper bridge by himself, so he had to think of other ways.

He released a few more little ghosts for experimentation.

He discovered that this paper bridge, after all, was the Naihe Bridge that had not collapsed until now, and was actually not as fragile as he had imagined.

Every soul that drinks Meng Po soup can actually carry something of a certain weight.

Leaving this part of the load-bearing area was probably intentional.

Otherwise, how could these ghosts bring bribes to the underworld officials behind them?

This surplus also gave Jiang Li room to maneuver.

You can use ghosts as porters to transport some things over.

If one or two ghosts can't carry it across, what about hundreds or thousands? What about tens of thousands?

Jiang Li shook the gourd in his hand. The Meng Po soup inside was enough for 100,000 ghosts.

If that is not enough, he can also use the Nine Ghosts' Qi to directly cultivate red spider lilies and forget-me-nots and cook them on the spot.

Jiang Li's mind moved, and the Yellow Springs Road behind him suddenly folded and shrank rapidly.

In just a few blinks of an eye, the endless yellow sand desert disappeared.

A winding path that only takes forty-nine steps to reach the end.

And the burial coffin that had been waiting at the edge of this territory also appeared before him.

It’s hard to say if he wants other things, but Jiang Li can have as many ghosts and souls as he wants.

Following Jiang Li's will, the giant tortoise-shell Kun opened its mouth and placed it on the underworld.

Then, ghosts lined up neatly and walked out from inside.

They are very lucky because they will be the first ghosts to cross the River Lethe in 200,000 years.

If Jiang Li masters the six realms of reincarnation in the future, he will definitely arrange a good place for them to reincarnate.

The contemporary Human Emperor stood beside the big pot and temporarily took on the role of Meng Po.

Give each of the ghosts who line up here a bowl of Meng Po soup.

Drink Meng Po soup and forget the past.

Soon, all the ghosts were in tears and they all climbed onto the paper bridge and moved forward.

Thousands of ghosts howling together was a truly shocking scene.

And around each of them, a thin silk thread is tied.

Those silk threads were not random objects, but strands of human hair.

After testing, it was found that the extra weight that a ghost that had drunk Meng Po soup could carry on the bridge did not exceed the limit that a strand of hair could bear.

This weight is not too much, but it is just enough if you say it is not too little.

It perfectly illustrates what it means to be shoulder to shoulder.

Just like that, pulled by strands of hair, in the middle of this large group of ghosts, there was a chain that made himself as thin and light as possible.

Jiang Li didn't dare to take the risk of falling into the Forgetful River himself.

I can only bear the injustice of my Dragon Prison Lock.

Under this human wave tactic, the Dragon Prison Chain slowly extended and finally successfully reached the other end of the river bank.

But perhaps because a large number of tears of memory have flowed into the river, the Forgotten River seems to have become much more violent.

After controlling the Dragon Prison Chain and firmly binding several mountains on the other side of the river, Jiang Li stepped on the Dragon Prison Chain and began to cross the bridge.

When he stepped on the chain and reached above the river.

Sure enough, a strange force emerged, causing his body to sink suddenly.

That force caused the stretched Dragon Prison Chain to slightly depress, making the contemporary Human Emperor feel a sense of heaviness.

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Fortunately, I didn't let the little ghost drag me together.

Otherwise, even if 100,000 ghosts shared the power equally, they might not be able to withstand this force.

Stepping on the creaking Dragon Prison Chain, Jiang Li quickly reached the center of the river.

It seemed that it sensed his cheating behavior.

The river water below was churning more and more violently.

Suddenly, a huge wave that had never appeared before came up and melted a large piece of the paper bridge below.

Some disgusting little bugs in the waves splashed up, landed on the Dragon Prison Lock, and quickly crawled towards Jiang Li.

He could only spit out dark yellow dragon flames from his mouth and roast them for a long time before he killed those disgusting bugs.

Looking at the waves below that were getting bigger and bigger, I could only speed up and walk towards the other side.

The churning river water below was not calming down at all. While Jiang Liheng was halfway across the river, there was no point in putting on a show.

It only took a few strokes to completely destroy the Naihe Paper Bridge.

Several huge shadows were looming in the water, churning wildly.

There's something else hidden underneath!

As the waves grew bigger and bigger, they were about to sweep Jiang Li, who was chained across the river, into them.

"The power of an immortal!"

Jiang Li was perceptive enough to realize that there was a monster deliberately casting spells in the water, and its strength had clearly reached the immortal level.

It seems that it is worthy of being called the Nine Netherworld.

Since a great spiritual root of heaven and earth can survive to this day, if the conditions are met, it is not impossible to save a few old guys at the level of immortals and gods.

Jiang Li was not polite either. He took out the Human Emperor's Battle Halberd and swung it casually, shattering the wave.

Fierce waves surged from all directions, but were still instantly defeated by the spears.

Jiang Li has now gained the power of human beings from four states.

There is also the city of Fengdu, which is always helping him expand and maintain his rule.

With the support of countless human thoughts, he wielded power beyond the level of ordinary immortals, and there was no need for any time to buffer or accumulate energy.

When he waves his hand, even if the rivers and seas are turned upside down, no water can get in.

But those things below were obviously unwilling to give up.

Somehow, the river water rose wildly, and in an instant it reached a distance of only three feet from the chain.

Then, two huge monsters with a foul smell suddenly stood up from the water.

One of them has eight heads, eight faces, eight legs and eight tails, its body is covered with scales, and there are dragon horns on all eight heads.

The second one looks like mountain apes, with long hair hanging down from the water, bared fangs, and a ferocious look.

Although their bodies were covered with holes drilled by insects and their skin was covered with blood and flesh.

But Jiang Li could still roughly recognize that these two monsters were ancient water gods, one was Tianwu and the other was Wuzhiqi.

It looks like these two guys are determined to drag him into the water.

But just as they were about to pounce, a ball of bright yellow flame suddenly burned in the dim soil.

It rose from the feet of the contemporary Human Emperor and instantly enveloped his entire body.

The surging blood and yellow paste, snake bites and poisonous insects were all afraid of the flames and took the initiative to avoid it.

Even the two monsters that were bigger than the mountains let out strange cries and dived back into the water.

Under the illumination of the fire, the river water below became much clearer.

Countless poisonous insects in the water fled, making the river below look a little more pleasant to the eye.

This fire is none other than the sacred fire of the human race, Suiren Fire.

When this flame appears, the evildoers will retreat.

If they want to attack the Human Emperor, they must be mentally prepared to suffer the backlash of human race's luck.

Jiang Li curled his lips and planned to move on and turn around to find trouble for the water god below.

A face of a goddess, tenderer than water and yet weak and pitiful, appeared in the reflection of the river below.

"Master! Master, please stay!"

"I am Ruoshui, the goddess of the Heavenly River. I drifted here after the Heavenly River collapsed."

"I am suffering from the bites of thousands of insects in this filthy river! I hope the immortal can rescue me!"

"If you can escape from this river and shed your filthy body, Ruoshui is willing to pledge herself to you and give the star of the Milky Way to you!"

This statement means that he is willing to pledge his love to her, and it sounds very sincere.

Look at the reflection in the water again.

Even though Jiang Li had already seen the peerless beauties of Yun Mansion's Yun Ji and Nuwa's descendants.

The reflection of the goddess below still made his heart flutter.

Many wonderful ideas immediately emerged in my mind.

The goddess Ruoshui, can't she be able to use the spring to make love?

Coming to his senses, he immediately cursed the Dragon Blood's bloodline for being so vulgar that it actually affected his gentlemanly mind.

The other party probably took a fancy to his Suiren Fire and wanted to use the power of this fire to get rid of the filth and bugs in the Forgotten River.

This request is not excessive.

"I have a gourd here. If you can come in, I will take you away."

With a chivalrous spirit, Jiang Li decided to save her.

The figure of the goddess, who was indeed parasitized by many insects, rose up from the river and rushed towards the gourd hung by Jiang Li.

But at this moment, another big hand reached out from the water, grabbed Ruoshui who was about to enter the gourd, and pulled her back into the water.

The newly appeared big hand was also trying to grab Jiang Li's gourd.

He dodged it in an instant, and then he showed up helplessly.

Judging from the aura, it was another water god.

He was a white-haired old man. If not for the holes all over his body, he might have really looked like a Taoist immortal.

"Wait a minute! Daxian! Don't trust that bitch!"

"Take me away! Get me out!"

"I am the River God who controls all the waters in the world! I have the Dingshui Pearl! And the Goddess of Luo River! I will also give you my Mi Fei! She is the most beautiful goddess in the world! You will not be disappointed!"

(End of this chapter)