After the "Blood God True Sutra" is successfully practiced, the whole person will turn into a blood god son, and the blood god son is just a blood-colored phantom. Although his magic power is strong, even his body will turn into a phantom. Can that thing in the crotch still be left?

Of course, Yang Lin could also use the Blood God Son to seize the body and control other people's bodies to push down the girl. But with Anyi's understanding of him or himself, Anyi believed that Yang Lin would never do that.

As a person with a strong possessive desire, if someone else's body is put on the girl he likes... it feels so fucked that he can't fuck anymore!

And Chacha, Yang Lin is a very possessive child.

If he shares a girl with the deity, he might still be able to count, but if it is someone else, even the dead person he killed is not good!

Well... the widow counts separately.

Although it is very evil, this is the truest portrayal of Yang Lin!

An Yi knew Yang Lin's personality very well, and knew that he would definitely not be able to resist the temptation of the martial arts "The Blood God True Sutra". He also knew that he would not use other people's bodies to push down the girl he liked, so after throwing the martial arts to Yang Lin, he walked straight out of the study.

The sun is shining outside, the birds are singing and the flowers are fragrant, and the spring heart is endless...uh...ah...ah cough!

He walked outside the house and looked at the southern sky where a few leisurely clouds floated slowly. He smiled slightly, his eyes turned, and he raised his feet and walked outside.

I saw his figure flashing, and when he appeared again, he had reached a thousand feet away.

This is not a spell that shrinks into an inch, but just his use of space.

Walking in the gaps in the space, the leisure is very fast. In a short while, I have arrived in front of a mountain.

The forests on the mountain were stained with green mountains. He slowed down his speed and stepped on the grass step by step to climb the mountain.

Amidst the mountain, there is a dark hole.

Before An Yi walked to the entrance of the cave, he entered the long tunnel without stopping at all and walked towards the depths of the cave.

The road was straight. Gradually tilted downwards, and the tunnel gradually expanded. An Yi walked to the innermost part of the tunnel. At this time, the surroundings were already empty, with only a ball of yin energy rumbling at the bottom. An Yi looked quietly, and a faint smile appeared on the corner of her mouth.

He stretched out his hand and pointed at the yin energy. The witch power related to the laws of space in his body was operating at an extremely fast speed, communicating with the space in the present world and igniting the yin energy.

"Bang!"

The Yin Qi exploded, and countless dust blew up the ground. The corners of An Yi's clothes flew, but the Yin Feng fell behind. There was no trace of dirtyness.

In front of him, a deep black hole appeared where the yin energy was originally located. The breath inside was inexplicably leading to another mysterious space - the underworld!

"It's time to improve and take a look!" An Yi smiled faintly and threw himself in. As his figure disappeared, the passage to the underworld began to close quietly.

Time and space change, underworld.

An Yi looked up at the gray sky and thought to himself: "The closure of this underworld has always been a mystery, I don't know what changes have happened. And that boy Zhong Siyu has not gone out since he came in, and he doesn't know whether he is still alive. However, seven or eight years have passed, and it seems unlikely that he will be alive. But since the underworld changes have the ability, don't continue to keep it mysterious!" After thinking about it, he looked at the surrounding environment again.

At this time, he was standing on a road, with weeds on both sides of the road, and an unknown forest grew on each side. On this road, there were many expressionless "peeders", who were unknowingly "floating" towards the end of the road.

An Yi knew that these were the wandering souls of the new death. The road they were now on was called Huangquan Road, and at the end of the direction they were going, there was a Naihe Bridge.

Under Naihe Bridge is the Forget River Water, in front of Naihe Bridge is the other shore flower, behind Naihe Bridge is the Wangxiangtai.

The newly dead ghost will look at his hometown on the Wangxiang platform for the last time. After that, he will go to the Three Life Stone to illuminate his past and present life, and then go to Fengdu City to settle down, waiting for the next reincarnation.

But these are all procedures before the underworld changes.

Since the underworld was taken over by the Heavenly Dao, there were no ghost messengers in the underworld, and no one was escorted by the newly dead ghost, and they even lost their consciousness before their death. Therefore, they did not stop at all before passing Wangxiangtai and the Three Lives Stone, and continued to float forward.

An Yi saw it from behind and couldn't help but sigh slightly.

The flowers on the other side bloom on the other side, what can you do in front of the Naihe Bridge?

Wangxiang is in the audience, and Mengpo is sold by the Three Lives Stone.

Everything is still there now, but Meng Po is gone.

People no longer need to drink a bowl of Mengpo soup when they are reincarnated, but they cannot even preserve a trace of memories in the underworld.

Memories are beautiful, but reality is so cruel.

Now, is it an alternative "life is like a dream and a dream is wasted, and the wind is singing in the breeze"?

A ray of cold wind blew over my face, waving the peace from my contemplation.

He looked down at the bright red red flower on the other side under his feet. Seeing that there was no green leaf on it, he said to himself: It’s really the flowers bloom and fall and will never see them…

Shaking his head and shook off these unnecessary thoughts, he raised his head, looked into the distance, and continued to follow the ghost.

When I passed by Wangxiangtai, there was a city in front of me. A big sign hung on the gate with seven big words "Ghost Gate Pass in the Netherworld". I entered the city peacefully and walked along the street. Houses on all sides were gray, which was no different from the ancient times in the real world.

After walking for several miles, I saw a Senluo Hall, solemn and dignified, and wrote three big words "Yanluo Hall" and their pens were so sensational!

Originally, the Hall of Yama should have "scattered its head violently on the left and the Roman face on the lower right. It received the gold medal of ghosts, and attracted the soul and drew the soul and practiced." The black and white impermanence, the judge of Yin and Yang, etc. should have been in line with the squad, standing on the left and right of the hall. But now, when you walk into the hall with ease, it is very deserted inside.

It was empty and vast, and there was only a huge throne in the center. There was a figure wearing a robe and a gorgeous dress embroidered with sun, moon, stars, mountains, dragons, flower insects, Zongyi, algae, fire, powder, fuchsia, and twelve chapter patterns. His eyes were looking at An Yi in surprise.

Why are there still people here?

An Yi was also shocked, but when he saw the person on the seat clearly, the shock became even greater!

"How could you be here?" the two said almost at the same time.

This figure sitting in the seat is nothing other than Zhong Siyu who has been trapped here!

Anyi was shocked and wondered why he was still alive? But at this time, Zhong Siyu had already walked up to him and said excitedly: "Anyi, how did you come in? Is the road to the living being finally able to be used again?"

An Yi suppressed his doubts and asked again after a while. He nodded and said, "That's right, but now only the one in the north of Baiyan Mountain can be used, and I don't know anything else..."

"That's great!" Zhong Siyu was overjoyed. Before An Yi could finish speaking, he laughed and said, "I can finally leave this ghost place! I'm free from now on!" As he said that, he jumped and jumped like crazy.

An Yi raised his eyebrows straight when he saw it, but he also said he could understand.

Anyone who has been trapped in a dark place for seven or eight years may not be much better. Zhong Siyu is not mentally ill now, so that's good.

It was not until Zhong Siyu jumped and jumped for a while before finally calming down, An Yi took a step forward and asked the doubt in his heart: "What happened in this underworld? Why did you have been trapped here for so long? And... why are you a ghost now!" An Yi's tone was a little unbelievable.

Zhong Siyu was already full of excitement, but after An Yi said this, his expression suddenly froze and he escaped from his excited mood. He stood there blankly, with an excited aftertaste on his face, which seemed sad and joyful, and was extremely strange.

An Yi knew that there must be a story here, and quietly waited for Zhong Siyu to adjust his mood, while starting to observe the hall.

This hall is basically as tall as the Shura Hall in the Jigong World. It is like the hall where the secular emperor went to court. It is brilliant and grand. It is just that the civil and military officials below appear to be missing, and it is less solemn.

At this time, An Yi and the others were standing in the center of the hall, with a huge pillar on each side, with countless hideous ghosts carved on it. It was a scene of being tortured in the eighteen levels of hell, which made people feel chilled.

An Yi had no other feelings about this, but he thought it was not easy for Zhong Siyu. He had been in such a place for seven or eight years. I don’t know if he had been staying here all the time or going out for a walk from time to time.

Thinking of this, An Yi turned his gaze on Zhong Siyu again, and he had already recovered from his senses at this time, and a light finally appeared in his eyes again.

However, the light was a little dim, and there was a slight decay in the grief. He first glanced at the throne behind him, then turned his head and said to An Yi: "This matter is a long story, so let's sit down and talk about it."

An Yi nodded, and the two of them sat down here and faced each other. Zhong Siyu lowered his head and pondered for a while, with a trace of memories in his eyes, and whispered: "Since we parted for a long time, right?" After saying that, without waiting for An Yi's answer, he continued to say: "I still remember that we were separated last time after we left the underworld. At that time, I just worshipped Yan Jun as my master. After separation from you, I returned to Maoshan to meet my master, Master Li Jingyang, and told him about our experience here. After that, I lived in a place closest to the underworld passage, waiting for Yan Jun to come at any time and teach me the Taoist practice. Later, I simply moved in. But I didn't expect it..." A bitterness appeared on the corner of Zhong Siyu's mouth, and he couldn't help but pause.

An Yi's heart moved and said to himself: I'm finally going to the point! (To be continued, please search for Astronomy, novels are better, updated and faster!

ps:Thanks to Qu Jinyuan for the reward...
Chapter completed!