Chapter 1285 ? Another One

Chapter 1285 Another one

"Since my lord has returned now, as long as we gather the scattered people and recuperate for tens of thousands of years, we will definitely have the opportunity to avenge the Wheel-Turning King." Yin Luo clasped his fists and said.

"Hundreds of thousands of years is too long, I just want to fight for the day and night. Besides... there is no chance right now." Xue Li said coldly.

"What does your lord mean?" Yin Luo asked doubtfully.

"Among the few people you chased and killed before, is there no one you feel familiar with?" Xue Li asked.

Hearing this, Yin Luo frowned, his face revealing a thoughtful expression.

"That girl in black, her supernatural powers are somewhat...somewhat similar to Hades!" After a while, he suddenly realized.

"That's right, I'm 90% sure that she is the reincarnation of Pluto. If you want to defeat the king of the wheel and regain the Netherworld, you have to wake up her memory and cooperate with her." Xue Li said.

"Since this is the case, should we stop chasing them?" Yin Luo asked.

"There's no need to hunt them down, but we can't lose track of them." Xue Li said slowly.

"Follow the order. This subordinate will send someone to follow up." Yin Luo stood up and said to Qi with a cupped fist.

"I'll leave this matter to you. The old wounds haven't healed, and I'm going to retreat for a while." After saying that, Xue Li's figure exploded, flew into the sky, and disappeared in a flash.

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In front of the gloomy mountains, there is a meandering river with bright red water and turbid water quality.

The river water spewed out from the valley all the way, stretching thousands of miles to here, the water potential tended to be flat, and a wide white river beach was formed on the land.

At this time, three figures flew down from the sky and landed on the river beach, but they were Han Li and the others.

"Uncle, it seems that those guys didn't catch up." Jin Tong looked back and said slowly.

Han Li also looked back, and then cast a questioning look at Crying Soul.

"I can't detect the chasing soldiers for the time being, it should be some distance away from us." Tiao Hun also said.

Hearing this, Han Li nodded, let out a long breath, and looked around.

Seeing this, he couldn't help frowning slightly.

I saw that on the white river beach under my feet, there are dense bones everywhere, both human and monster, densely packed, piled up layer by layer, the big ones are like canopies, and the small ones are like insects.

Han Li leaned down, brushed away layers of dead bones on the ground, grabbed a handful of white sand from the ground, and rubbed it lightly, fine white powder slipped from his fingertips, which turned out to be all bone powder.

"So many bones, where did they come from?" Crying Soul asked doubtfully.

"It should have been washed down from the upper reaches of the river. I don't know how many years it has been deposited for many years. The bones underneath have completely decayed, and all of them have been turned into bone meal." Han Li said.

While talking, an inexplicable whirlwind came from the upper reaches of the river, and the bone meal that passed by was rolled up like sand and dust, and there were sparks of light in it, and the green was as fine as beans.

A few people were surprised when they suddenly heard a strange sound of "hu".

On the dark red river in the distance, a group of green flames suddenly rose, drifting down from the upper reaches leisurely.

Han Li and the others were puzzled, and after chasing to the river bank, they saw a blurry human face emerge from the distorted rising green flame, showing a strange smile towards them.

"What the hell is this?" Jin Tong asked doubtfully when he saw this.

Crying Soul wrinkled his nose even more, as if he was about to release a glow in the next moment and suck it into his belly.

"Don't worry, that thing seems to have something to say." Han Li stretched out his hand to stop them.

As soon as his words fell, several people heard intermittent voices coming from the dark green flame:

"Go to... the river... the valley..."

This voice sounded old and feeble, as if it was the last raving of a dying person before he died, and after only one utterance, he was completely silent.

Immediately afterwards, the group of green flames also spun, then sank into the water and disappeared.

Han Li frowned, turned his gaze, and looked at the gloomy mountain range upstream of the river.

I saw that the sky there was overcast and cloudy, almost pressing down on the top of the mountain, making the black mountain below appear more deep and chilling, as if it was always shrouded in a layer of gloom and death.

"Uncle, do you want to go?" Jin Tong asked.

"The will-o'-the-wisp just now is probably the embers of a remnant soul, but why did he come to tell us this?" Han Li asked suspiciously.

"Could it be some kind of trap?" Crying Soul asked.

"I don't think so. When we first entered the Netherworld, even the ghost soldiers behind us encountered it suddenly. It is impossible for someone or ghosts to design a trap for us in advance." Han Li shook his head and said.

"Never mind him, just take a look and you'll know." Jin Tong frowned and said carelessly.

"Anyway, we don't know where to go. Since we go wherever we go, we might as well go and see what's there, maybe we can find news about Yan Luo's Mansion." Crying Soul also agreed.

"Okay, let's go and have a look, just be careful on the way," Han Li said.

After agreeing, the three of them flew up and galloped all the way towards the upper valley.

Not long after, they came to the entrance of the valley.

In the center of the entrance is a narrow gorge, and on both sides are two naturally formed plank roads, hanging above the cliff.

The three of Han Li went up from the road on the left and came to the plank road on the cliff on the left.

Standing on the edge of the plank road, you can hear the "rumbling" sound of water.

The long red river surged out of the valley, and when it reached the narrowed gorge here, the water became more and more fierce, like ten thousand red dragons fighting with each other, roaring continuously.

After Han Li and the three looked at it for a while, they walked inward along the cliff path.

After walking in, the three of them discovered that the valley was in the shape of a gourd. The opening narrowed, and the terrain became wider as it went further back. The river in the middle became wider, and the water gradually slowed down.

When they came to the middle of the valley, Han Li and the others stopped in their tracks.

The waters of the river here are already hundreds of feet wide, and a small sandbar in the middle of the river appears in the center.

The sandbar is completely white, and from a distance, one can vaguely see some golden powder mixed in it, reflecting the golden luster of dots.

And in the middle of the sandbar, there is still a black dead tree about three or four feet high. It looks as if it has been burned by flames. It has been completely carbonized, and it can even be seen crystallized like carbon stone.

The most strange thing is that on the highest branch of the black dead tree, there is still a charred corpse that is also burnt black. It looks like a human corpse. Square black box.

"There is a remnant of soul fluctuation on the corpse, it is very weak, it seems to be the guy who contacted us through the river before." The crying soul's eyes fell on the sandbar far away, and he said.

Han Li let go of his consciousness and carefully inspected the surrounding area for a hundred miles. After finding nothing abnormal, he opened his mouth and said:

"Go and have a look."

After all, he flew up first and landed on the sandbar.

Crying Soul and Jintong also flew down.

Han Li's feet landed on the ground, and there was a "rustling" sound, and the sandbar under his feet was quite soft.

Tiao Hun couldn't help but leaned down, grabbed a handful of sand and stones on the ground, put it in front of his nose, sniffed it gently, and then examined it carefully, with a look of surprise between his brows.

"Is there any problem with these bone meal?" Han Li asked.

"There's nothing wrong with the bone meal, what's wrong is the gold dust mixed in it." Tiao Hun straightened up and said.

"Jinsha?" Han Li asked suspiciously.

"It's soul-scattering sand, which can disperse souls. It is the favorite magic weapon for ghost cultivators who practice the art of spirit and soul." At this time, a gloomy voice suddenly sounded from the corpse on the tree.

The three of Han Li raised their heads and looked up at the same time when they heard the sound.

Suddenly a wisp of white smoke rose from the scorched black corpse, submerging the whole set of bones.

A moment later, a thin old man with a peaceful appearance and a golden plumage appeared in midair.

Around it, there are clusters of auspicious clouds made of mist, and colorful lights are shining behind it. There is only a crane and an incense table next to it, and it looks like an immortal .

However, the posture of the old man was a bit weird, because the branch protruded from the ancient tree still pierced the phantom feathers, and appeared in front of Han Li and the others abruptly.

"Fusheng Wuliang Tianzun..."

The old Taoist showed a mysterious smile of a reclusive expert, slapped his head, and recited slowly.

The three of Han Li looked at each other, none of them said anything, they just looked at the old man like a fool.

"Ahem... I am the Taiyi sect of the Qianyuan Immortal Realm in the True Immortal Realm. The Supreme Elder is also the son of heaven. He was murdered by traitors a million years ago and fell to this place. It is also fate to be able to meet a few friends today. Ladies and gentlemen If you can help me out of trouble, there will be a big reward." Seeing that they didn't speak, the old Taoist coughed twice in embarrassment, and said to himself.

While speaking, he also sneaked a peek at the crying soul, as if he cared about her reaction.

"Uncle, why do these words sound familiar?" Jin Tong frowned, pretending to be surprised.

"That guy Xueli said the same thing before, here comes another one." Twilight replied.

"Why are all the nonsense you lie to people in the Netherworld are pre-determined formulas? There is no creativity at all?" Jintong looked at the old man with some contempt, and mocked.

When the old Taoist heard this, his expression suddenly changed, he didn't care about pretending to be profound, and hurriedly asked:

"Have you seen Xue Li?"

"I've seen it before, and I was tricked by his nonsense. It seems that you are very familiar with him?" Han Li smiled playfully, glanced at the old man, and asked.

"Unfamiliar, unfamiliar, we are feuds." The old man shrank his neck hurriedly, shaking his head and said.

"Oh? Are you not from the real fairy world? Why do you have a feud with the people of the underworld? I would like to know, how did you end up this feud because you are separated by two worlds?" Han Li asked with a sneer.

The old man knew he had made a slip of the tongue, and his expression suddenly became a little weary, looking very frustrated.

"I know that you people in the real fairy world are more than ghost spirits, you can't be fooled..." While speaking, he sighed, and white smoke rose from his body again.