After conquering the Demon Sword, Ye Fan took Han Lingsha and continued to walk along the top of the Panlong Zhenzhu.

However, this time it was much faster than before.

Half an hour later, the two of them arrived at the top and saw an empty platform above, which was dozens of feet long and wide.

This is the highest point of the entire Buzhou Mountain.

Looking down, I saw the mountain road like a belt, stone pillars like bamboo shoots, and the rocks like rain were scattered everywhere. The wind was howling around my ears, like the sound of ghosts crying. The dark clouds above my head were covered with darkness, almost reaching.

A depressing aura arose naturally.

Suddenly, a low voice sounded.

"This is the territory of the Netherland Kingdom. You and other mortals will not retreat quickly!"

The sound is like thunder and deafening.

"Master."

Seeing this, Han Lingsha took a few steps back in fear, her face turned slightly pale, and she murmured: "It is said that there is a dragon with a candle in this place to guard it. Could this sound be...

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"Yes, in this world, it is probably the only one who can show off his power in front of me."

While speaking, Ye Fan raised his head, his eyes as if he had penetrated the thick cloud: "Are you saying what I said right? The Dragon Holding a Candle?"

"Hmph, what a big tone!"

Suddenly, dozens of lightning flashes in the sky cut through the sky one after another, illuminating the sky and the earth.

A louder dragon roar than the thunderous sound came from the air.

In a blink of an eye, a giant dragon circled from the dark clouds all over the sky. The dragon head stopped about nine feet above the platform, staring at the two of them in a dark state, and their bodies were vaguely visible in the clouds.

"It's a dragon... it's really a dragon!"

Seeing this, Han Lingsha couldn't help but mutter in a low voice and unconsciously took a few steps back.

I saw a hideous dragon head as big as a house, appearing in front of the two of them. The green dragon whiskers, the dragon eyes containing divine light, and the dragon horns wrapped in a slight light, all of which were full of inexplicable majesty.

The mysterious existence of the dragon holding a candle guarding Mount Buzhou.

Open your eyes and make it daytime, close your eyes and make it night, exhale it summer, and inhale it winter. Although these are just rumors, they are enough to prove the unfathomable cultivation of the dragon holding a candle.

There are also rumors that Zhulong's son, Ziwei, once served in the gods. Because of his crazy words and blasphemy of the goddess Xiyao, he was conspired to kill by Xiyao's admirer, one of the twenty-eight constellations, and another snake-body and human-faced god, "Two Faith".

But considering that Zhulong is the mysterious king of the eight-cold extreme north, even Emperor Fuxi respects him three points.

So the Emperor of Heaven severely punished the two defeated the danger and ordered the divine witch to save the witch.

From this we can see that the strength of the dragon holding a candle is even a little afraid of Fuxi, the boss behind the Immortal Sword Four.

Fortunately, with Ye Fan's current cultivation level, you can vaguely see that the candle-holding dragon seems to be similar to his current cultivation level. Both of them are stuck in the realm of a half-step celestial immortal, and they are only one step away from having their own natal world.

But it is no wonder that even though Ye Fan experienced various planes and had various opportunities, the huge resources he had accumulated only contributed to a "half-world".

Although the dragon holding a candle is strong, it can only be confined to this small Buzhou Mountain and accumulate resources bit by bit.

The gap between the two was born.

Thinking of this, Ye Fan looked at the dragon holding a candle with a touch of playfulness, and the momentum on his body was unconcealed, confronting the huge head in the air.

“Huh…”

Feeling the human in front of me, who was like an ant, suddenly burst out with a momentum that was no less than himself. The face of the dragon holding a candle suddenly became exciting.

"Interesting... Who are you? You have such cultivation. I don't think you are an unknown person. Why do I seem to have never seen you before? Mortals, you are qualified to win the respect of me and tell me what you are going to do."

"I'm going to the ghost world."

“…”

Long-lasting silence.

Finally, the low voice of the dragon holding a candle still spoke: "Yes, but guarding this Buzhou Mountain is an agreement between Fuxi and me, and I hope you don't do anything irreversible."

"Otherwise, if you destroy the order of the human and ghost worlds, you must know the consequences!"

"Thank you."

Ye Fan couldn't help but nodded. The move of the dragon holding a candle was like giving in to himself.

But it is no wonder that when they reach their level, they care about beings at the same level as themselves. As long as they do not touch the bottom line between them, everything will be easy to negotiate.

"Lingsha, let's go."

Under the eyes of the candle-holding dragon, Ye Fan took Han Lingsha and stepped onto the formation leading to the ghost world.

"Swoosh--!"

A bright light flashed, and what caught Ye Fan's eyes was a very cold breath.

If we say that when we were in Buzhou Mountain before, the entire mountain was affected by the ghost world, revealing a lustful aura.

But at present, the two of them have truly stepped into the Ghost Kingdom.

The entire ghost world was filled with a gloomy aura, and several ghost fires floated in the distance in the air, everywhere, looking dim and weird.

Ghosts hate light, and these ghost fires are the only light that can be seen in the ghost world.

I looked around casually and saw that the ground was surrounded by endless blood rivers. In the distance, a temple-like building floated in the air. It looked very grand, but the temple was connected to four giant pillars on the open space with iron chains on all sides. The giant pillars were carved with portraits of beasts and ghosts, which made people feel strict and fearful at first sight.

Looking at everything in front of him, Han Lingsha frowned and said a little scaredly: "Master, this place looks so gloomy...I feel so uncomfortable..."

"Okay, Lingsha, don't worry."

He comforted Han Lingsha with a funny sentence. Ye Fan stepped forward and pointed to a large pile of black things like branches not far away, and told him: "The ones in front are shadow branches. Lingsha, wait for a while here and come to your teacher."

As he said that, he walked towards the pile of shadow branches.

“Master…”

Seeing this, Han Lingsha couldn't help but open her mouth, but found that not far ahead, two ghost soldiers holding steel forks in their hands, guarding next to the shadow branches, about to remind Ye Fan.

However, a surprising scene happened.

Under Han Lingsha's gaze, the two ghost soldiers seemed to have seen nothing, and were still chatting on their own. As for Yiyingzhi, they had already been held in Ye Fan's hands.

"Okay, we're done with the Yiying Branch, and we're about to leave," Ye Fan called out.

"Master, but why are we going back?" Han Lingsha said curiously.

When the two of them came before, they entered the ghost world through the formation guarded by the candle dragon. However, Han Lingsha did not see any formation leading to the human world nearby.

Obviously, it was impossible for the two of them to leave through the formation.

Seeing this, Ye Fan smiled faintly: "The River Styx is not far away. If you want to leave this ghost world, the easiest way is to take the raft above the River Styx. Lingsha, let's go."

There is another sentence that Ye Fan did not say. The boatman who is now responsible for ferrying on the Styx is Han Lingsha's uncle.

But Han Lingsha was not aware of it and walked towards the Styx under the leadership of Ye Fan.

More than half an hour later, an endless black water lies in front of the two of them.

Next to the river bank, a green bamboo raft was slowly floating. On the raft, a man was wearing a black dress and wearing a bamboo hat, standing silently on it.

"I'll help you, please send us out of the ghost world."

When Han Lingsha saw the boatman, she couldn't help but say.

As for the latter, he was silent for a while and said in surprise: "Lingsha, why are you... why are you here? Could it be... Could it be that you too..."

As he said that, the man in black reached out and took off his hat from his head, revealing the vicissitudes of a middle-aged man.

"Uncle, it's really you? How is that possible!"

How could Han Lingsha have thought that the ferryman on the Styx was her old uncle Han Beikuang, who had been away for many years.
Chapter completed!