Wow! !

The terrifying suction force was like a storm sweeping across the sky, dragging Ye Wuque and Huapi Ke'er into a long passage at an extremely fast speed!

Ye Wuque's Yuanli burst out fiercely, and his huge physical strength was like Optimus Prime, bombarding all directions and fighting against it.

The void in all directions continued to roar with earth-shaking sounds. How terrible was Ye Wuque's attack now?

However, he still couldn't do anything about this terrifying suction force!

Then Ye Wuque stopped resisting and chose to go with the flow. He just stabilized his body, his eyes were like knives, and his soul power overflowed in all directions, and he also supported Huapi Ke'er beside him.

The pull of the terrifying suction force instantly pulled Ye Wuque and Huapi Ke'er out of the passage and rushed forward. In the vision of his soul, Ye Wuque immediately saw a dark and chaotic world appearing in front of him, covering everything and filled with endless black mist.

Tear!

The terrifying suction force was like the moment when Ye Wuque came into contact with this chaotic world. He suddenly felt a repulsive force burst out and pushed himself into the chaotic world!

Then, the terrifying suction force disappeared!

Ye Wuque's figure began to fall immediately. There was a thick black mist in all directions. With his arrival, it began to be disordered and wriggling at a very fast speed, exuding an indescribable sense of ancient mystery.

The holy way of fighting spirit surged out, and Ye Wuque's body suddenly lit up with golden light, illuminating all directions!

But the strange thing is that this chaotic world seems to have an indescribable power, controlling everything, as if all the rules have been formulated, making it impossible for Ye Wuque to fly and stand in the air.

He can only float a little bit and slowly fall.

During this process, these black mists kept surging, wrapping Ye Wuque, as if he was washed in it.

Ye Wuque did not perceive any danger from the black mist, but just shuttled through it, with a feeling of being in another world, as if it was not the direction that fell, but the long years.

Until a certain moment, the black mist suddenly became thinner, and the bottom of Ye Wuque suddenly lit up slightly.

The black mist suddenly split!

Ye Wuque's figure fell from it and hit the ground.

He turned over and landed steadily.

After a few breaths, Painted Skin Ke'er also fell here with a pale face.

Ye Wuque looked at this place, his eyes narrowed slightly, the holy fighting spirit in his body surged rapidly, and he was alert and ready to burst out all his fighting power at any time!

He was sucked into the headless giant corpse by the terrifying suction force, that is, in the immortal burial. Everything happened too suddenly, and it was not his own will.

In addition, Nangong Jian went crazy before, and encountered something in this immortal burial, so Ye Wuque was on full alert at this moment.

"This seems to be a... dry river bank?"

Ye Wuque frowned slightly, and had already recognized this place. She raised her head and looked at the sky, but there was no black mist at all, only a dark night as black as ink.

Above the night sky, a crescent moon hangs high, but it is...pale green!

Pale green crescent moon! The

green color shines in all directions, which is very creepy.

The place where they stand is uneven, and the dark ground gradually becomes clearer under the green moonlight.

Painted Skin Ke'er on the side suddenly groans, and steps back. Her pale face is already full of fear, and her feet have nowhere to put!

Because at this moment, under her feet, countless faces appear on the uneven ground!

Those faces are pale white, with different expressions.

Crazy, painful, resentful, unwilling, tragic, arrogant...

too many!

All kinds of weird faces, as if embedded in the earth, seem to be staring at Ye Wuque and Painted Skin Ke'er.

Ye Wuque also narrowed his eyes.

Because the entire dry river bank is densely covered with countless weird faces, looking down, the visual impact is too great.

Awooo!

At this moment, gusts of cold wind suddenly blew from all directions, like a ghost whimpering, with a hint of coldness that penetrated the bones.

There was a green crescent moon in the sky. There were

countless ghost faces on the ground.

The gusts of cold wind were like ghost howling!

Hell was no more than this.

Ye Wuque's spiritual power had already spread out, but he felt a boundless nothingness.

And he could tell that this was not an illusion.

"Is this the immortal burial?"

Ye Wuque looked at Painted Skin Ke'er.

Painted Skin Ke'er was pale at this moment, but after hearing Ye Wuque's question, she immediately said in a hoarse voice: "Master, I, I don't know..."

"But Master, I feel a sense of uneasiness! Strong uneasiness! It's as if, as if some terrible danger is approaching us!"

Painted Skin Ke'er's words made Ye Wuque's eyes flash slightly.

Hualala!

Suddenly, a roar of river resistance came from far away. In the distance ahead, an endless turbid river appeared at some point, and endless waves rose and fell.

Ye Wuque's eyes became fascinating.

Before, there was no such muddy river in this strange world. There was only a dry riverbank in the distance, but it appeared inexplicably at this moment!

The riverbank was covered by the muddy river, as if it had always been here.

Crash!

The cold wind blew, bringing with it a weird feeling of the end of life and death, making people feel cold all over, and their scalps couldn't help but feel numb.

On the muddy river, there was a small boat drifting along with the current.

The boat was very broken and appeared gray and black.

It was spinning, as if it came with the wind, slowly approaching Ye Wuque and Huapi Ke'er.

The next moment, a sad and weird ancient ballad sounded.

"A drop of lovesick tears..."

"Two coins of life and death tears..."

"Three bowls of tears of regret..."

"Four cups of tears without tears..."

"Five inches of mourning tears..."

"Tears fall like rain, weeping for the dead, what joy is there in life, what pain is there in death..." "

On the banks of the Wangchuan River, life and death are separated, yin and yang are separated, all are helpless..."

The ballads rippled, the boat approached, and finally came to the shore, floating quietly.

On the boat, in front of a pair of oars, an old woman bent her waist and clung to it. She was wearing black clothes and a black hat. Her turbid and sad eyes looked at Ye Wuque and Huapi Ke'er quietly, and slowly opened a weird smile.

"You two, since you are here, why don't you get on the boat?"

The voice of the old woman in black was slightly weird. At first glance, it sounded like she was in her seventies or eighties, but it was mixed with a little girl's voice.

Ye Wuque had no expression on his face, but his bright eyes were as deep as a knife. He stared at the old woman in black without speaking.

"You, you are..."

Painted Skin Ke'er was staring at the old woman in black, as if she had vaguely recognized something, and her expression began to become terrified and unbelievable!

"Poor little girl, she was already dead, but she stayed in the world and suffered again. Alas, it's bitter..."

The dry palm of the old woman in black suddenly stretched forward gently, and I don't know when each of her hands was holding a bowl of soup!

Black bowl, black soup!

But if you look closely, the black soup seems to be surging with endless crystal colors, as if it is full of all the ups and downs in the world.

"Drink this bowl of soup and end the past."

The old woman in black sighed.

"Meng Po Soup!!"

"You are...Meng Po!!"

"This is the Forgotten River!!"

Painted Skin Ke'er's voice revealed a trace of unbelievable fear, sharp and high-pitched, and at the same time her expression began to twist, holding her head with both hands, and her face showed endless pain, as if she recalled something.

"Alas..."

"Good child, drink this bowl of soup, you won't suffer anymore..."

The old woman in black, that is, Meng Po, sighed again.

Her voice seemed to have a kind of magic. The originally painful Painted Skin Ke'er suddenly became quiet. Looking at Meng Po, her eyes gradually became blurred, and she slowly walked towards Meng Po.

Finally, she came to the side of the boat. Painted Skin Ke'er took a bowl of Meng Po soup, stared at the bowl of soup blankly, and subconsciously murmured: "Drink it and you will forget it, drink it and you will be fine..." "

A bowl of Meng Po soup, all the past can be forgotten..."

Painted Skin Ke'er drank a bowl of Meng Po soup, and then her eyes became more and more blurred, and she walked onto the boat unconsciously.

Meng Po turned her eyes, and her strange and vicissitudes eyes looked at the remaining Ye Wuque, and also raised the remaining bowl of soup, grinning and said: "Young man, it's your turn..."

Ye Wuque still had no expression on his face. At this moment, after hearing Meng Po's voice, he finally said lightly: "If you don't drink the soup, you can't get on the boat?"

"Of course."

Meng Po sighed softly, and then looked at Ye Wuque with a hint of pity.

"Only the undead who drink the soup can temporarily seal the resentment in their bodies and freeze everything, so that they can safely cross the Forgotten River and reach the other side. Otherwise, the endless resentful spirits in the Forgotten River will attack regardless of everything, which is a terrible experience that is countless times more painful than death."

Meng Po seemed to be patiently explaining to Ye Wuque.

Ye Wuque's eyes flashed slightly.

Meng Po, who had been staring at Ye Wuque, had a stronger sense of pity in her eyes, and then she sighed and said, "Young man, it seems that you have not accepted what has happened."

"You, are already dead..."