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Prisoner Shui stepped out first, and behind him was a team of black soldiers and heavily armored Changle Guards.

But the two guards running at the front just stepped out, but the solid ground beneath their feet seemed to have turned into an illusory bubble.

The two hurried to control the sky, but it was as if they had fallen into the void of the underworld, and the means to control the sky were completely ineffective.

The figure falls directly through the ground, and once it is completely submerged in the ground, it is unknown where it will eventually fall.

Without crossing the Back Yin Mountain, a living person cannot set foot on the fragments of the underworld behind the Back Yin Mountain.

Even the spiritual cultivator, Yuanshen, or Jiang Li, who has not yet reached home after cultivating the Nine Serenity Dao Sutra, can't do it.

At this time, it is obviously unrealistic to want to take advantage of the ghost gate.

Unless he upgrades the gate of **** to the extent that he can deprive his life.

Of course, Prison Shui, the master of the Beixuan Palace, is obviously an exception.

This city of the dead once seemed to be the place where this past life was hidden, so how could it keep him out?

So the two Changle guards looked very unlucky.

Above, Jiang Li was still maintaining the gate of hell, and he couldn't make it out for a while.

Just as the two Changle guards were about to sink into the ground and disappear, two hands grabbed them.

Prisoner Shui directly stretched out his hands, grabbed two Changle guards one by one, and then threw them back into the gate of hell.

After doing this, he slowly closed his hands again.

Jiang Li was taken aback by this scene.

"Brother Prisoner, aren't you practicing Heshou Chan?"

He is obviously a prisoner of water practicing Heshou Chan, how could he so decisively and easily separate his hands. Then, wasn't his practice in the previous period of time all in vain?

But Prisoner Shui was calm, and there was no pity on his face.

Hearing Jiang Li's question, a light circle appeared on his body immediately. It was the Heshou Zen that Jiang Li had seen when he was a young man.

This guy actually didn't break the skill! ?

"Amitabha, thank the city lord Jiangli for worrying that it is the Buddha's heart, not the Buddha's hand, that is guarded by hand-to-hand meditation."

"Although the poor monk's hands are separated, but the Buddha's heart is closely guarded, the meditation of hand-in-hand will naturally not be broken."

He said this as if he was saying to Jiang Li, is it strange to practice Heshou Chan?

Hearing this, Jiang Xian raised his eyebrows. Since his debut, he has always been the only one who shocked others.

I never thought that I would be brought to Versailles by a young man who had only been practicing for a month or two.

The reincarnation of this immortal Buddha is really so obsessive!

But after thinking about it, he was relieved.

Ksitigarbha King Bodhisattva was also a famous power in ancient times.

Such an existence, as long as he has left a trace of it to this day, is definitely a remarkable character.

It is more appropriate to say that they are re-cultivating, but it is more appropriate to say that they are recovering their strength.

Even if he could not recover his full strength, even if he could finally recover one percent, one thousandth, or even one ten thousandth of his strength, it would still be a terrifying power that cannot be imagined in the immortal world today.

Isn't it normal to show some miraculous things in them?

In the Kyushu Continent, there may be other such ancient relics that have flourished, but he doesn't know it yet.

In addition, with Jiang Li's accumulation along the way, and the plug-in that even "the blessings of heaven and earth" can be forcibly left behind.

He really is not necessarily, he is not comparable to these remnants of the ancient times.

Putting aside his messy thoughts, Jiang Li let go of the gate of hell.

When the deceased arrives here, they may be affected by the power of the city of the dead, and the living will not be able to set foot in this underworld.

This time, Jiang Li could only bring prisoner water alone. It's that easy.

The two turned into two rays of light, and soon they saw the wall of death that seemed to have no boundaries.

Following the city wall, there is still a long stream of people, trudging slowly.

"Brother Prisoner, how do you think we should get in?"

Flying in from above is obviously not feasible. Jiang Li had tried to escape before, but found that there was also a powerful force entrenched under the city, and if he got closer, there would be a thunderous blow.

That power was so powerful that Jiang Li shuddered. Even he might not be able to withstand the next blow. Obviously, that wasn't a good way.

Now, we have to look at the abilities of this Beixuan Palace Master.

When Prison Shui saw this city of death, his expression that had always been plain as water finally changed again. The reaction seemed to be a bit more violent than when he saw Fengducheng before.

After thousands of years, it was impossible for the memory of the Ksitigarbha King to be reincarnated, but he still felt an indescribable familiarity.

"Amitabha!"

After approaching, Prisoner Shuikou announced the Buddha's name.

Then, a puff of smoke came from somewhere, covering the section of the city wall in front of you. After the smoke cleared, a scarlet gate appeared on that section of the city wall.

The scarlet gate slowly opened, revealing the interior of the City of Death.

This is the importance of heels.

The Ghost King of the Sifang has occupied Fengdu City for many years, but he can only use the buildings and yin energy on the surface, and he can't even enter the Changle underground palace on the next floor.

But as a descendant of the emperor, Jiang Li can make the city recognize its master and exert its true power.

This city of death, outsiders just want to set foot on this piece of Netherland, they have to work hard, finally find this city, but they can't enter.

But this dead city will open the door for the prisoner water of the reincarnation of Ksitigarbha.

The red door opened, and the surrounding dead souls immediately ran into it as if they had been strongly summoned.

At the speed of mortal walking, they may have been walking here for months or even years.

His feet were already worn out, and every step was a huge pain. Now a portal has suddenly opened up nearby, enough to drive them crazy. It was completely rolling and crawling, trying to squeeze in.

"Brother Prisoner, let's go in too."

Through the open door, you can see a fairly wide alley behind the city wall.

The sudden influx of raw faces seems to have caught the attention of some people.

There was no city gate here, but suddenly a city gate was added, and so many people poured in.

This made the residents who died in vain who originally lived here seem a little overwhelmed.

At this time, Jiang Li and the others also walked in.

A thin aura blocked their surroundings, pushing away some of the dead people who were crowding into the city.

Then the red door was slowly replaced, and a large number of dead souls who had not yet entered were locked out.

Without the temptation of the city gate, those who died in vain who did not have time to come in could only drag their heavy steps to continue their journey.

Originally outside the city, the soul of the dead who only walked in confusion seemed to regain some sense after entering the city.

They were lying on the ground one by one, holding their feet weak. They didn't know what a rest was before.

After they regained their strength, they would look for an empty house nearby to live in, and then wait until the end of their Yangshou.

"There seems to be writing everywhere around here."

Jiang Li and the two crossed the crowd who collapsed on the ground, and soon discovered the abnormality.

Words are everywhere.

Every floor tile, every wall, and even every tile on the roof are densely engraved with different handwritings.

Of course, these words are not some powerful exercises, or something like a legend like the inscription of merit.

These words are rather ordinary.

"My name is Zhu Chongqi, and I am from Wushan, Yuezhou. My family has a wife, three children, a two-bedroom cottage, and a half-mu field. I followed my father to herd cattle and farm the fields since I was a child. After the age of thirty-five, I saved a fortune , I bought an errand in the Wushan County Yamen..."

"My name is Li Shazhu, yes..."

These words written all over the place are all about the life experiences of the local residents of the City of Death, recording all kinds of trivial things.

Many people's education level is not high, and many places above are full of crosses and typos.

Sure enough, every place has its own traditions.

Jiang Li took two casual steps, and found that there were several residents of the City of Death not far away, holding some broken tiles, lying on the ground looking for a space to write words.

"This brother, what are you doing?"

Jiang Li couldn't figure out why they did this, so he stepped forward to find a resident dressed as a scholar and asked.

The scholar obviously didn't intend to talk to Jiang Li, but the power of a dream fluctuated slightly. The scholar's eyes were confused for a moment, and he immediately got up and looked at Jiang Li.

"You are new here? Hurry up and leave your name with us!"

"Those officers and soldiers are coming soon, and it will be too late!"

The scholar's expression was panic and despair, as if he would die soon.

"Officers?"

Jiang Li remembered the mortal war he had just seen when he came to this piece of Netherland.

It seems that the officers and soldiers mentioned by the scholar have something to do with them?

"Yes, there are twenty streets around here, all of them are General Cheng. No General Li. No, Generals change too fast. In short, it's a general's territory."

"They will come today to capture the strong men and incorporate them into the army. When the war starts, we will all be killed."

"Don't think we can't die here. Every time we are killed, we will forget a lot of things. If we are killed too many times, we will forget all of them, even our name, wife, and children will be forgotten!"

"So I advise you, take advantage of your own memory, and quickly write down everything!"

After speaking, the scholar bent down again and continued to record his past. He has a few sour poems that he wants to pass on anyway.

It turns out that this is the case. The scholar's words have solved Jiang Li's doubts.

In the city of the dead, people who have not yet reached the end of their yang life will not die even if they are killed. Souls are recycled by the city and will be resurrected after a while.

But every time you die, your own memory will be lost out of thin air.

This period of memory, at least ten years, as many as thirty or fifty years.

It might be better to be a powerful cultivator who has lived for hundreds of years.

But if it is a mortal, as long as they die twice, their soul will become the same as those soldiers they have seen before.

There was a blank slate in his head, there was nothing, he just acted like a puppet, obeying orders.

This kind of situation is not a big deal at first, but bad luck is bad luck. Some people's endless desire for power can't be stopped even after death.

Since many years ago, mortals have reigned supreme in this dead city.

First, they used various means to coerce and lure others to join, and they gathered in groups of three or five.

Then the forces snowballed until they met another person who did the same thing.

The battle between the two sides has begun. Since there is a war, it is a logical thing to force the strong men into the army like this.

With the population density in this dead city, it's probably not unusual at all like the million-person battlefield he had seen before.

Just as he was speaking, there was a sound of armour colliding outside.

A group of soldiers in rudimentary equipment, holding bright steel knives in their hands, rushed into the streets and alleys. They were vicious, pulling the unfortunate people who wrote their lives on the ground and went out.

Pull these strong men back, put on weapons and armor, and you can go out to fight.

At this time, a few soldiers also discovered the new residents who had poured in from the gate just now, and Jiang Li Jiao Shui who was standing leisurely in the middle of the alley.

As soon as the soldier's eyes lit up, he came over with a big knife in hand, spewing out all kinds of foul language, and he didn't know how to write dead words.

These mortals without eyesight are often very annoying!

Jiang Li could have shot them to death at will.

But these guys who have been entrenched here all year round will more or less always have a little understanding of this city.

With a snap of his fingers, the dreamy babble dispersed, and all the residents and soldiers in the surrounding area fell to the ground with their heads tilted.

Pulling the mortal dead into a dream is too easy for him.

"There seems to be a leader here."

Jiang Li walked to the street outside and found a guy on a tall horse who was sleeping soundly. UU reading www.uukanshu. com

His figure instantly appeared on the horse's back, raised a colorful dream spider, and buckled it on the mortal general's face.

To be treated like this is definitely a highlight for this mortal.

Soon, memories were excavated from the dream.

Sure enough, it's only the outer city that can make mortals mess around and fight for hegemony like this.

In this dead city, there is also an inner city full of gods and gods like dogs.

If he can find the seniors of Dazhongshan, he might be able to provide him with some help.

. . . .

On the other side, the Street of Dolls in the Wasted City.

A woman with a huge red mark on her face, like a beggar madman, crawled around among the children.

"My child, my child" was constantly muttered in her mouth.

She picked up another boy who looked like he was just born, and brought it closer to his face to identify it carefully.

And when the boy saw such a huge mark approaching him, he was so frightened that he burst into tears, and suddenly a boy's pee came out.

Because it was so close, it was poured directly on the woman's face.

Washed by the gentle boy's urine, the woman's dull eyes suddenly regained some clarity.

She held on to the clearness, and quickly groped out a piece of Yin Qi crystal on her body, which was sealing a pale white flame with no temperature.

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