It turned out that when the Yan Jun used the Book of Life and Death to explore Lu Yan's identity, Lu Yan seemed to feel a sense of oppression approaching in his mind, and his heart couldn't help but feel tight.

At this moment, the golden bell that didn't want to hang on Lu Yan's neck seemed to feel something. It trembled violently and turned into a big bell phantom to protect Lu Yan at the moment. Three shocking bells sounds came out one after another.

For a moment, the sacred landed in the blue sky and the underworld were all shocked. Even the saints of the great way and the quasi-saints who were very familiar with this aura were all alarmed. Instead, it was a loud voice. The mundane surroundings did not notice at all, and even Xu Jiye did not notice at all.

Lu Yan, who thought the disaster had ended, did not expect that these things would arise. This Yin Yiling was really his biggest secret. Even the adventures that followed the Taoist enlightenment were nothing compared to this. In other words, his parents knew a little, but even Zhang Ji didn't know about it.

He was very interested in the two treasures he had brought with him when he was born, but he ignored him at all. Even after he reached the Taoist path, he often used the method of sacrificing magic weapons to refine one or two, but he still had nothing to gain.

However, he had long understood that these two divine objects were extraordinary and could not be compared with those ordinary things. However, he checked the classics day and night and recognized the two ancient characters on the treasure seal, called "6wu". As for the bell object, there was no clue at all.

Who would have thought that this sudden change would happen today? Lu Yan was about to raise his hand to take it off, but he didn't expect the bell to sway gently, and then quickly closed the manifested phantom, no more energy leaked out, and finally returned to silence.

Seeing this, Lu Yan couldn't help but look cold. He raised his hand and held the golden bell in his hand. No matter how much true Qi he called into it, the golden bell would not react at all, and he could make Lu Yan feel discouraged.

Without mentioning Lu Yan, he was still thinking about it alone. He didn't know that the previous action had already caused endless storms in the three realms. Since then, a trace of the great disaster in the world has begun to appear.

But looking at the King of Yan in the Nine Netherworlds, he saw that the golden pages that recorded Lu Yan's life were completely dispersed in an instant, which made him a little dazzled. Although he was the king of Yan, his cultivation was even more than that of a celestial immortal. This was the first time he had encountered such a thing.

Even though the monkey disturbed the underworld more than a hundred years ago, saying that it had penetrated the eighteen layers of hell and tore up the book of life and death, it was just a trick that the Ten Palaces of Yan Jun had done with Buddhism.

It should be noted that this book of life and death records the lifespans of all living beings in the three realms of heaven and earth. It can be seen from this that it is not the Golden Immortals and the Freedom of this collection.

What does this guy, who is also known as Lu Yan, have no need to say more. This guy must have a great secret. He really stabbed the hornet's nest this time!

The Lord Yan did not dare to be negligent, and waved his hand and poured a magic power into the minds of the attendants in the venue, eliminating all the memories that had just been born.

Then he glared fiercely at the second cow head and horse face who was a little dazed from the audience, then shook his sleeves and stepped straight through the void!

The two men with bullheads and horse faces in the audience had already felt a huge amount of heart. Seeing Yan Jun's continuous movements, their bodies shrank for a while. Gu Shi hurriedly escaped in shame, leaving the confusion-filled servants standing there looking at each other.

The Yan Jun came straight to the sea of ​​Huangquan, passed through the gates of hell, and walked through the road of Huangquan, but saw the flowers on the other side blooming on the road, with only flowers but not leaves. The flowers and leaves were gone, and they miss each other and cherish each other forever.

At the end of the road, there is a river running endlessly, and countless unjust souls are often floating and sinking in it. The shrill and tragic howling sounds shook the sky. These are the miserable people who would rather be washed away by the Forgetful River for thousands of years than drink the Forgetful Water. There is a bridge on the river, which is the Naihe Bridge!

He passed through the Naihe Bridge, which came from the void. The bridge was divided into three layers, the upper layer was red, the middle layer was black, and the lower layer was black. The lower layer was more dangerous, and there were lonely ghosts who could not be reincarnated.

I saw that there were crowds of people around me, including ghost people who were held by soul chains, and of course there were some ghost soldiers guarding the front. Yan Jun was so majestic and cautious in daily life, but he rarely came to the Naihe Bridge. Those ghost soldiers saw Yan Jun in front of him, so they did not dare to be negligent and bent down to salute.

He waved his hand and left. Now Yan Jun was anxious and had no intention of paying attention to these common etiquettes. He stopped the men who worshipped the ghosts and came directly to Mengpo Pavilion.

But I saw a pile of firewood and charcoal on top of the torch in the pavilion, and a copper pot was supported on it. The yellow soup was overflowing and rolling endlessly. An old woman with silver-looking appearance was very hunched up from time to time to raise the copper spoon in her hand and stir it.

The old woman seemed to have not noticed the arrival of Yan Jun at all. There was no trace of focus in her empty eyes. She raised her hand to adjust the sweet and bitter tastes of the world. She trembled and scooped a bowl of tea soup to the hand of the ghost in front of her. She murmured in her mouth: "What can I do on the Naihe Bridge? I will not cross the Forget River. There is no right or wrong in front of the Three Lives Stone. I forgot to waste a bowl of bitter soup."

The ghost in front of him was filled with misery and reluctance. He stood on the Wangxiangtai and looked back at the sunny world and cried. After taking the tea soup, he cried in silence, and finally sighed and drank the bitter water in the bowl, and then jumped into the reincarnation eye in a daze!

The Yan Jun, who came close to Meng Po, seemed to have been accustomed to this, and stood up in a regular manner and performed great tributes, and then explained everything about the previous ones clearly.

In fact, he also knew that what he had just happened must not be hidden from the person in front of him. Although he was inconspicuous, he scooped tea by the Wangchuan River every day, but he did not dare to do anything rashly, and he still revealed everything he had done.

After hearing Yan Jun's words, Meng Po turned her head and looked at Yan Jun. Her empty eyes only glanced at Yan Jun's face, and then she returned to her original appearance and began to mechanically repeat the previous actions.

Yan Jun felt a chill all over, and quickly lowered his head, not daring to face Meng Po Zhenyan anymore, but suddenly felt the life and death book in his arms jumping, and he hurriedly reached into his arms to take it out to see what happened.

I saw that the golden page recording Lu Yan's life appeared again at this time. A golden light flashed on it, and a line of small words slowly appeared, but it was said that Lu Yan's man was a mundane person who had been alive for a hundred years and had a life of one hundred years and died.

Seeing this, Yan Jun raised his head and looked at Meng Po deeply, then quickly lowered his head, then bent down and gave a big gift, then turned around and left.

But no matter how he looked, he looked a little full of thoughts. Although he had long expected Lu Yan's extraordinaryness, he really did not expect that Meng Po would violate the laws of heaven and would also cover up changing the fate of this person. Doing so would be a big disaster!

But seeing Meng Po, who had been repeating his movements, suddenly paused, and a hint of spirit appeared in his eyes and murmured: "Brother Dao, are you finally back? We old guys have been waiting for this day for a long time. Now those old bald donkeys are too much. Even the last trace of equality we have fought for for billions of creatures will be intervened. I am really a little bit alone!"
Chapter completed!