The long road is long.

Su Muzhe seemed to be a abandoned person by the world, and slowly walked on the ancient bronze road.

Around the earth, the gust of Yin wind attracted all kinds of evil qi. Among the evil qi, there was even endless dead qi spreading, but they all avoided Su Muzhe's body, as if the white-haired monk had such a strange thing that could be avoided by the qi.

The prosperity of the ancestral qi can be seen.

However, Su Muzhe's eyes never fell among the evil spirits wandering around. He narrowed his eyes gently, never used his pupil technique, and only used his eyes to see the sky of the old land of Wangchuan. To be more precise, Su Muzhe was watching the ancient battlefield of the battle of the sky in the past!

In the dust and smoke, the huge sky seemed to hide in the depths of the mist, making Su Muzhe unable to see it clearly.

The clouds that seemed to be the treacherous color of Forgetful River were like the powder turned into by the collapse of the body of an ancient man in the past. After billions of kalpas, they still lingered in the sky, never before, or they refused to disperse.

But Su Muzhe did not dare to use the pupil technique easily.

Who knows whether these ancient people have mastered some unknown or inaudible secret techniques that have been refined over the years and turned into fragments of Taoism and scattered in the sky.

If this is true, just one glance, waiting for Su Mu to block it will either transform into the Tao, or fall into this demonic obstacle, and be assimilated by the Tao, like a walking corpse. In the next billions of years, I will only walk tirelessly on the bronze ancient road in the old land of Forget River without any consciousness.

Therefore, Su Muzhe had to look at it carefully with his eyes. The existence hidden in the mist was something that Su Muzhe should not have explored.s1;

The wind and clouds remained the same, but Su Muzhe's mind was trapped in the sad and prosperous scene above the sky.

In the mist, the corpses of ancient people were floating.

Su Muzhe couldn't see their final expressions before the sad ended, but he could see the miserable situation on his body when the cultivators fell.

In the vast sky, there are very few complete corpses.

Even as far away as the world is, Su Muzhe stood on the ancient bronze road, but he could still feel the vast and terrifying aura that radiated from the wounds of the ancient corpses.

That may be the supreme killing technique of a ghost in the underworld in the past.

What's more, the ancients' great past and present lives can tell the various sins of rebirth.

But at this moment, in front of Su Muzhai, there were only broken copper pillars, scattered blue bricks, hanging mirrors and Three Lives Stones, but there was no trace.

Speaking of which, in the past, Su Muzhe lived in the sect and the Xuanyue Demon Sect. Their sect inheritance was mostly created by the Xuanxian Mirror to understand all kinds of reincarnation.

The three paths of Forget the River, the three paths of Forget the River.

At this moment, suddenly, a wind blew in the depths of the Forgetful River, spreading through all the fields and eight wildernesses, rolling over Su Mu's body, and the white wolf cloaked its cloak.

Su Muzhe had probably guessed that this was probably the remains of the ancient underworld in Wangchuan.

In front of Su Muzhe, ten people hugged each other a thick copper pillar, broken, and they were standing there, smashing the plaque of the Dao Palace in the Underworld into two pieces. The dust filled it. Su Muzhe gently waved his sleeves and saw clearly the ghost seal written on it.

Therefore, according to this treasure, the underworld should have a lingering underworld, and it is the leader of all the palaces.

Even though he had never walked closer, Su Muzhe had already murmured softly.

After a long journey, Su Muzhe saw the true appearance of the black line.

When Su Muzhe walked in a little and looked at it carefully, he had to stand in front of the continuous broken walls and sigh silently.

After a long time, there seemed to be no contours in the layered fog in front of me, but at some point, Su Muzha saw through the mist around him, and saw a black line hidden in the left and right sides.

Hanging the Underworld.

Wangchuan Santu Inn

Su Mu walked by the path of cultivation in the world, but there was also the path of reincarnation of the gods and the path of reincarnation of the Yin Spirit.

The ancient palace of the Underworld has collapsed.

Looking far away, Su Muzhe seemed to have seen that the three forks were gradually gathering together not far away.

It is rumored that the great world is formed and the underworld is established. There must be many treasures here that are born innately and are transformed into the great way of reincarnation. The head of the treasures is a bronze mirror, and a jade stone is inlaid behind the mirror. The mirror is a suspended mirror and the stone is a three-life stone.
Chapter completed!