Cheng Ling finally found Qingya, and when he was happy, he saw that the other party's eyes were dull, as if he had completely lost focus, and he was just wading forward slowly through the water.
His heart sank. Looking at this situation, Qingya's condition was even worse than Qingyi's. Although she could still move, she seemed to have lost her consciousness.
Cheng Ling didn't know what the lost soul of Qing Ya was. Even though he had reached the seventh level of alchemy, he still had little idea about the soul. The only way was to return to Shady City and find the ghost-hand magic doctor to heal him.
He picked up Qingya and prepared to return along the original route.
Whoosh whoosh whoosh...!
There was a sound in the air, and several female cultivators rushed out from the Meng Po Hall and stopped in front of him. Among them, a woman wearing a light yellow dress with a frosty mask said coldly: "You came to Mengpo Hall and still want to go back. Do you really think that the laws of the Netherworld are just decorations?"
Cheng Ling glanced at a few people coldly and said, "How are you doing?"
"It's very simple. There are only two choices when you get here. One is to drink Meng Po Soup and forget your past and present lives. A life of love, hate, ups and downs, gains and losses, all will be forgotten with Meng Po Soup. All worries in this life will be forgotten. The people you hate, the people you hate in this life, will be strangers in the next life and will not recognize each other!"
"What about the other one?" Cheng Ling asked calmly.
"On the other hand, if you don't want to drink Meng Po soup and let go of the past, then you can jump into the Wangchuan River and wait for tens of millions of years before reincarnation. But you have to think carefully, you are not allowed to reincarnate in the Wangchuan River. Lonely souls and wandering ghosts, full of insects and snakes, with a fishy wind blowing against their faces, will suffer for thousands of years."
Cheng Ling smiled coldly and said: "I will not choose either of these two paths. I will choose the third path!"
"The third way?" The woman was stunned and asked in confusion.
"Yes, the third way is for me to fight all the way back. Anyone who stands in the way will be killed by the sword!"
After the words fell, the dragon feather sword was drawn out, his eyes were full of firmness and determination, as if he was the enemy of the entire Netherworld, and he didn't care.
The face of the woman in yellow changed greatly, and she yelled: "You are looking for death, come to me!"
After saying that, with a wave of his hand, all the women rushed towards him.
Cheng Ling raised his sword. Since the warning was useless, no wonder he started killing! However, he kept an eye out. As soon as he came into contact with Qingya's body, he felt that the other party was very weak. He must have lost a lot of vitality in order to save himself.
Stretch out your left thumb and strike out with the Beiming finger. It's a pity that the magic was not able to absorb much vitality.
With a quick glance, he suddenly realized that these were dead ghosts and monsters, and there was no chance of them having much vitality at all. The only ones they could draw from were those meditators from Meng Po Hall.
Several female cultivators suddenly felt their vitality draining away, their bodies stiffened, and a look of horror appeared on their faces.
Cheng Ling's eyes were as bright as a torch, and he rushed into the crowd with Qingya in his arms. The light of his sword flashed, and in the blink of an eye, several female cultivators were killed by swords piercing their eyebrows.
He didn't stop, but ran straight towards the Naihe Bridge where he came from. His goal is to return to Huangquan Road. There are countless flowers on both sides of Huangquan Road. Only by absorbing the vitality of flowers can the consumption of Qingya be replenished in time.
The woman in the yellow shirt was shocked. She looked at Cheng Ling's murderous eyes and couldn't help but take a few steps to the right. When she came to her senses, she could only see Cheng Ling's back.
"Damn it, the palace master is not here, otherwise I will send him to the eighteenth level of hell!" Although the words were fierce, he did not dare to pursue him anymore. The aura displayed by the other party was almost as good as that of the palace master.
Without any obstruction, Cheng Ling advanced very quickly. He crossed the Naihe Bridge and returned to Huangquan Road before it was time to have a cup of tea. Seeing the flaming red Hibiscus flowers on both sides, without any hesitation, he stretched out his thumb, and two milky white haloes flashed on his fingers.
The majestic power of vitality was continuously absorbed from both sides of the bluestone road, and patches of blood-red Bana flowers began to wither and wither.
"Oh my god! The flowers on the other side are fading, which heralds separation and death. The Netherworld is a place where wronged souls and evil ghosts gather. With the flowers on the other side fading, is it possible that even the underworld will be destroyed?"
A passing ghost messenger was shocked when he saw a large field of withered flowers on the other side of the world. He didn't know how to express it in words.
"Look, it's him! That's the man who broke into Po Meng's Palace before, but now he's back!"
"Isn't this reasonable? Do you really think that my underworld is a restaurant and inn, where you can come and leave whenever you want?"
"Yes, this person is too rampant. Go and report it to Emperor Huangquan!"
The ghosts all reprimanded angrily. Cheng Ling's actions seemed to have touched their instincts. Even though they knew the disparity in strength between the two, they all surrounded him and prepared to strangle him.
Cheng Ling ignored it and absorbed most of the vitality, condensing it into the palm of his hand to form a milky white ball of light. The ball of light was full of vitality, as if a new life was about to be born.
But this kind of aura is so dazzling and disgusting to the ghosts in the underworld!
"kill!"
With a sharp shout, dozens of ghost servants all rushed towards him desperately.
Cheng Ling's right hand moved slightly, and the milky-white light ball hit the Tanzhong point on Qingya's chest. The next moment, a light blue bone fan appeared in his hand.
Five Ghost Yin Fan!
He is impatient to fight against these ghosts and ghosts. In this case, he will use the treasures from the nether world to completely annihilate these ghosts!
With a "swish" sound, the folding fan opened, facing the rushing ghosts and the ghosts on the Huangquan Road, and slapped them with a wave of their hands!
It is impossible to describe the power produced by the fan. All the ghosts felt as if the strong wind was blowing against their faces, and their bodies and bones seemed to be torn apart. The innocent souls and ghosts on the Huangquan Road were slapped into the air one after another, and the bodies of the souls that had barely condensed were instantly annihilated and turned into powder.
A few moments......
The entire Huangquan Road was empty, both "people" and "ghosts" had disappeared. Only Cheng Ling was left standing in the middle of the road holding Qingya with one hand.
He was also very shocked that the power produced by the Five Ghosts Yin Fan was so powerful. With just one fan, thousands of meditators were wiped out in ashes.
"On my territory, you are fighting and killing, and you have even destroyed the order on Huangquan Road. Boy, you are a little too arrogant!"
With a sigh, an old man as skinny as bamboo, dressed in black, came with his hands behind his back and his feet stepping on the void. His face was stern, his eyes were as deep as the abyss, his aura was plain, but he had a breathtaking aura.
It is a kind of temperament that is like seeing through illusions and returning to nature. It is not amazing, but it is impossible to guess how high his cultivation level has reached.
His voice was cold, low, and breezy, but when it fell into Cheng Ling's ears, it was no less than a thunder. Their expressions suddenly changed and their whole bodies froze in shock.
He frowned and his expression became serious, as if he was facing a formidable enemy.
Emperor Huangquan!
The one who dares to speak like this and not be able to detect his whereabouts can only be Emperor Huangquan who controls this territory and is a supreme figure in the Netherworld!
The old man glanced at Cheng Ling coldly, and finally his eyes fell on the fan in his right hand. A trace of surprise appeared on his face and he said: "Five ghost fan! I didn't expect this fan to fall into your hands."
"Junior, when you were in Netherworld Palace, you killed several of my subordinates. Because you offended me first, I didn't care about it. But now you come to Huangquan Road to kill me. You really don't take me seriously. ?”
Cheng Ling was shocked. It turned out that Emperor Huangquan had discovered his traces when he was in Netherworld Palace, but he didn't take any action along the way. He only showed up with anger at this time. It seemed that he had really pissed him off.
The aura emanating from the other party's body was like that of someone approaching the abyss. He was by no means a simple character. After pondering for a while, he immediately said: "Senior, this woman is my good friend. She was escorted to the Netherworld by the Soul Holder before her life was over. I'm here. I want to save him, but those ghosts insist on stopping me, what do you think I should do?"
Emperor Huang Quan was stunned, looked at Qing Ya up and down, and then looked at Cheng Ling, his face moved slightly, and said: "You are not a monk in the underworld. I am even more curious. Why is the Five Ghost Yin Fan in your hand?"
At this moment, Bai Yu rushed over with Cui Yiyi. Seeing the confrontation in front of her, she seemed to understand something and hurriedly pulled Cui Yiyi and ran towards Cheng Ling.
Emperor Huangquan did not stop him, but glanced at Bai Yu meaningfully and said: "The spirit transformed from the glazed relics next to the third Emperor Netherworld is actually the same as you. This thing is getting more and more interesting. .”
When Bai Yu came to Cheng Ling's side, she was extremely shocked. She just glanced at her accidentally and the other party saw through her identity. Who is this person?
Cheng Ling saw Emperor Huang Quan just standing aside and talking, with no intention of taking action. A glimmer of hope ignited in his heart and he said, "Senior, this woman's soul is missing, and it is inconvenient for me to stay here for a long time. Please let us leave."
"Hmph! Disturbing the order of Huangquan and killing me, the ghost of the underworld, do you think I am such an easy talker?" Emperor Huangquan snorted coldly and said calmly.
Cheng Ling said: "Then according to senior's wishes..."
"No matter where you come from, since you have entered the Huangquan Road in the netherworld, you must abide by my rules, continue forward, cross the Naihe Bridge, drink Meng Po soup, whether you can return to the fairyland depends on your own destiny, as for her , then stay with me and forgive you for the killing and cruelty you have caused!"
After saying that, Emperor Huang Quan pointed at Bai Yu with an indescribable indifference in his eyes.
Cheng Ling sighed inwardly, it seemed that this battle was inevitable! Not to mention that drinking Meng Po soup would cause him to lose his memory. Even if they were safe and sound, he couldn't leave Bai Yu and Cui Yiyi here.
Taking a deep breath, a trace of determination flashed in his eyes, he held his right hand empty, raised the Dragon Ling Sword, pointed at Emperor Huang Quan, and said decisively: "In this case, then this junior will be offended!"
"Oh~!" Emperor Huangquan sneered and said, "You actually made an enemy of me because of these two women. Do you really think that the Netherworld is a piece of paper? Don't think that having the Five Ghosts Yin Fan will make you an enemy of me. The cost of confrontation, if this fan is in the hands of the Ghost Emperor, there is still fear, as for you..."
The implication was that Cheng Ling's cultivation was not in his eyes at all.
Cheng Ling took a deep breath and said, "The situation dictates that moral principles prevail. Cheng will never give in!"
After finishing his words, he gently pushed Qingya towards Bai Yu and said, "Take care of them!"
With a quick flash of his body, the Dragon Ling Sword was already blasting towards Emperor Huang Quan with a powerful thunderous killing force!
