I am a ghost messenger, why do I need a long life?

Fortunately, just when Xu An was about to lose control, Bao Zheng retracted his gaze, walked ahead of the ghosts, and stepped into the city with the gait of a dragon and a tiger.

Xu An followed behind and the whole ghost felt a lingering fear.

Is this the terrifying thing about the Ten Kings of Hell?

Just one glance and he felt as if his soul was being seen through and his very being was being touched.

The overwhelming power generated by this great realm is like an abyss between heaven and earth, standing in front of mortals, and even birds cannot cross it.

He obviously discovered that there was a problem with his own strength, and he was deliberately hiding his weakness and suppressing his strength, but he did not point it out.

Does he think that he is just a small character and insignificant, or does he not need to worry about such things?

Xu An didn't know, and there was no direction for him to guess.

His first feeling was that he must improve his strength as quickly as possible, otherwise, facing the various situations he had encountered before, he would have no ability to cope with them and would be swept away by the torrent.

On the side, the ghost messengers who had just eaten and drunk with Xu An all looked envious as they watched him follow Yang Wei and walk into the city with Lord Yan.

Just as they thought, Xu An has shown special potential that other Yincha do not have, and Yang Wei is indeed optimistic about him.

Even when he appears with Lord Yan, he is brought along, which clearly shows that he is intentionally cultivating him.

Didn’t you see that those people who followed him were either the Chief Clerk, the Impermanence, or the Ghost Army Generals?

Even at the worst, he is still a ghost hero in the underworld who has surpassed the innate realm.

Only Xu An is a weak and low-ranking upper-class Yincha.

"From now on, I'm afraid Xu Jun will rise to prominence."

With their arms folded, Wang Ben and other ghosts looked at the figures of Xu An and King Yama walking together, and couldn't help but sigh softly.

The other Yincha looked at each other with a bitter look.

Who would have thought that in just two days, Xu An's identity and status had changed far more than those old ghosts who had worked hard for seniority.

Helpless, I sigh, it's just fate...

When they reached the city and stopped in front of the stone steps leading to the Bridge of Rebirth, Xu An felt a little dazed.

Yesterday, he and Yang Wei, along with a large group of ghosts, entered the Yellow Springs from here. There were a large number of reincarnated ghosts walking above, and the shadows of ghosts looked very real.

Who could have thought that in just one day, the entire Soul Bridge was shut down, and many ghosts waiting to be reincarnated today gathered around this area in confusion, not knowing where to go.

In addition to the rest period, the many ghost soldiers in the city were unable to give them a reasonable answer. They went to the Tongpan Mansion to ask for an explanation, but they were of low status and did not dare to go.

When Bao Zheng appeared, they all knelt down and paid homage to the King of Hell.

"Get up."

After telling them not to be so formal, Bao Zheng faced the Soul Bridge. The crescent moon between his eyebrows suddenly emitted a soft light, which swept across the Soul Bridge, removing the misty blocking force.

Suddenly, the entire Soul Bridge reopened, appearing before the eyes of the ghosts with no end in sight and shrouded in clouds in the distance.

"You wait here and are not allowed to step onto the Soul Bridge. Reincarnation is on hold for now. Do you understand?"

Yang Wei looked at the ghosts on the Soul Bridge and gave a brief explanation as he saw everyone standing up.

To prevent chaos from breaking out when these Yinting monks, who are the main clerks on duty, leave.

"Yes, my lord."

Facing Bao Zheng and Yang Wei, these ghosts didn't dare to say much. They only agreed without any rebuttal.

Taking a step forward, Xu An and the others stepped onto the Soul Bridge, and the entire ghost figure gradually disappeared in the clouds floating on the bridge.

Soon, Xu An saw that cracks had begun to appear on the entire Soul Bridge. A large number of runes engraved by monks emitted a bright luster, struggling to keep the entire bridge from collapsing.

The huge muddy yellow water flows like a vast ocean, with no end in sight.

In the water, many remains of the soul bridges that spanned the Yellow Springs and connected it to the various realms of the Yin Court were still there, scattered in a mess and in ruins.

It was completely different from the scene Xu An saw yesterday when he walked in and saw thousands of bridges crossing the sky, and tens of thousands of ghosts swarming like dragons.

"My lord, look."

Yang Wei reminded Bao Zheng at the right time and signaled him to look up at the sky through the clouds.

Xu An and his group of ghosts also went to see.

Above the Yellow Springs, under the blue sky.

An extremely huge crack, ten thousand feet wide, like a huge abyss in the sky, runs across the sky.

Through the crack, Xu An could clearly see that there were countless crisscrossing lightning bolts inside, like the huge thunder of a wild dragon, jumping wildly.

Once that destructive aura descended, even a cultivator as powerful as Yang Wei would be killed and his soul shattered in an instant.

Looking through the thunder, deeper into the crack, Xu An saw countless tiny dots of light, like strange five-colored fireflies, constantly flowing in the dim darkness.

"How could he actually tear through the spatial barrier, cross the abyss of heaven, pass through the torrent of the universe, and even find the location of Huangquan with such precision while being swept along by the three realms?"

Bao Zheng was shocked.

As the King of Hell, he knew very well what kind of position Huang Quan held in the entire underworld.

With Meng Po and many of the most powerful ghost cultivators in the Yin Court in charge, they are surrounded by countless restrictions in the Three Realms, and the spatial barriers are so thick that it is unimaginable.

It is simply not comparable to the human world and the underworld, where passages are opened at random.

But even in this situation, the spatial barrier, which was like a city wall compared to tofu, was torn apart and forced into.

The other party is not afraid of the terrifying cosmic torrent and the lightning of the avenue.

The person who attacked Huang Quan was definitely terrifyingly powerful.

Stepping in, Xu An quickly saw that the previously huge island with towering buildings in the center of Huangquan had been riddled with holes and fell apart.

More than half of the huge island was chopped into pieces and fell into the muddy water, with broken rocks scattered everywhere.

Those layered eaves and unusually shaped attics were now all reduced to dust.

Only the Naihe Bridge, the Sansheng Stone and the Wangxiang Terrace are relatively intact.

But even so, Xu An still saw countless huge cracks appearing on the ground.

Afterwards, hidden in the clouds, there was a road with chains stretching out, like a passage leading to the boundless place where time goes by. At this moment, it was torn into pieces, revealing a large area of ​​pitch-black nothingness.

Only a few remaining pieces of light were left, hanging in the sky, struggling to stay from falling.

"very scary…"

Xu An swallowed his saliva and looked at the devastated Yellow Springs space, feeling more and more the seriousness of the matter.

On the banks of the River Styx, he had seen Meng Po repair the cracks in the sky. Although it took a lot of effort, at least she had done it.

But now, after a whole night, the abyss above the Yellow Springs is still there, and the land of reincarnation is empty and almost broken through.

Things have reached a point where they are simply impossible to resolve in a short period of time!

"let's go!"

With a solemn expression, Bao Zheng stepped onto the island and stepped onto the dry shore which had long been incomplete and only one tenth of it remained.