Su Zimo fell in the emperor's grave, and the last memory was that he heard a familiar voice in his ear.

However, he was so dizzy and unable to distinguish.

When he regained consciousness and woke up, he found himself in a dark and gloomy place, surrounded by a large white mist.

It doesn't seem to be an emperor tomb here.

At this time, Su Zimo recalled the voice in the emperor's grave with a strange expression.

"How could it be him?"

Su Zimo was puzzled and puzzled.

This voice came from a person who should have fallen for many years!

At this moment, he found that there were many people like him in the white mist, their expressions numb, their eyes hollow, and they were walking towards the front in a muddle-headed manner.

Among this group of people, there are men, women and children, as well as creatures of other races, vast and mighty.

What's strange is that so many racial creatures are gathered together without any conflict, everyone seems to have a tacit understanding, that is, constantly walking forward.

Su Zimo suddenly realized that he was one of them!

He wanted to stop, only to find that his body was not under control at all, as if he was being pulled by an inexplicable way, and he could only move forward.

"What's going on here?"

Su Zimo looked surprised and suspicious.

He took a few steps forward, came to a middle-aged man, and asked, "This fellow Taoist, where is this place?"

The middle-aged man squinted at Su Zimo, a strange smile appeared on his face, as if he was crying and did not speak.

"Lao Zhang, where is this?"

Su Zimo came to an old man and asked again.

The old man sighed without answering, but raised his trembling arm and pointed to the distance.

Following the guidance of the old man, Su Zimo looked straight and faintly saw the mist ahead, between the two mountains, a huge city pass emerged.

Above the city pass, there is a plaque hanging on it, which seems to have words, but it is not true.

At this moment, someone passed by Su Zimo and bumped on his shoulder.

And he didn't feel anything, his body seemed to be transparent, and he was passed through easily by that person!

Su Zimo opened his mouth slightly and faintly realized where he had come.

Before long, he followed the crowd and had already come to the bottom of this city pass.

Su Zimo looked up.

I saw that the plaque was written with seven golden characters—Ghost Gate of the Youmen Difu!

really!

Su Zimo looked complicated and sighed.

Unexpectedly, after all, he could not escape the disaster of the master of the academy, he was still dead, his soul came to this legendary underworld, and he saw the ghost gate!

The mighty crowd, but all the souls that came to the underground palace after the death of the creatures.

The same is true for him.

These crowds stepped into the ghost gate one after another.

On both sides of the Guimen Pass, there are still a lot of little ghosts standing in the palace, carrying a dark chain and a long whip in their hands, and constantly urging the crowd: "Hurry up, hurry up!"

"As soon as you enter the gate of the ghost, yin and yang will be separated!"

Another netherworld kid said loudly.

In the crowd, after all, some people were unwilling to come to the Guimen Pass, stopped and looked back.

"What to look at!"

An underworld kid looked impatient, took out the iron whip in his hand, and slapped him fiercely!

"what!"

This person screamed, and a clear mark was obviously left on the body of the soul, and the soul became much bleak.

"You have already reached the underworld, don't even think about turning around."

An underworld kid sneered: "If you have that mind, it's better to pray and escape into the six reincarnations for a while. With better luck, there is a good place to go."

This person was extremely stubborn, standing with his head high, and still refused to enter the ghost gate.

In his previous life, he was also a powerful man with a reputation, a famous figure, his body died and his soul escaped into the underworld, and he was naturally unwilling to fall to this point.

He also didn't want to be insulted by some underworld kids!

The cultivation bases of these netherworld imps, if they were in the middle thousand worlds, would be equivalent to earth immortals and heaven immortals.

But no matter how strong he was in his previous life, his soul escaped into the underworld, he could not stop the power of these underworld imps.

"I think you are looking for death!"

One of the netherworld kid sneered, raised his whip, and beat the man fiercely!

This long whip is obviously cast from a special material and can cause great damage to the soul.

But after a few lashes, the soul of that person was extremely weak, bleak, and there was not much vitality.

"Pooh!"

The netherworld kid snorted, "Like you, I see a lot of people, no matter who you were in your previous life, you have to be honest when you get to the netherworld!"

After a short pause, the underworld kid looked at the crowd and said, "The same is true for you. Those who disagree, he is your fate!"

There were originally some people who had the same rebellious thoughts, but at this time they no longer insisted on entering the ghost gate one after another.

Hell is good to see, and the kid is hard to deal with.

Su Zimo followed the crowd and also entered the ghost gate.

After entering the customs, the little ghosts who were guarding at the gate of Guimenguan, watched their group and went to the next location.

At the Guimen Gate, there was another group of underworld imps instead.

Su Zimo followed the crowd, not in a hurry.

Because just now, he finally established a connection with the martial arts deity!

Between the two real bodies, the constant exchange of memories quickly fills in the memories of this blank period.

At the same time, he also knew that the martial arts deity was coming here!

It's just that the space of the netherworld is complicated, and the martial arts deity is extremely unfamiliar with the netherworld. It takes a little longer to transmit to this place through space.

While walking with the crowd, Su Zimo looked around at the surrounding environment.

The surrounding area was still shrouded in heavy white mist.

And the dirt road under their feet was slightly yellow, exuding a strange force.

An underworld kid said: "May I tell you, the road under your feet is Huangquan Road."

"After a while, all of you will have to board a bridge, the Naihe Bridge."

"Hey, under the Naihe Bridge, Huangquan is rolling. Every one of you on the Naihe Bridge will be baptized by Huangquan. From then on, you will forget your past life memory and become a blank."

"As for where you ultimately go, whether you go to the road of hell, the road of hungry ghosts, or the reincarnated adult into a demon, it depends on your own good fortune."

It didn't take long for everyone to hear the roar of water, and the breath in front of them became a little moist.

Huangquan of the underground palace is just ahead!

Su Zimo's footsteps gradually slowed down.

He can enter the ghost gate.

But he absolutely cannot accept the baptism of yellow spring water!

Once he is baptized by Huangquan, his memory disappears, which means that all traces of his life have been erased, and he has truly fallen!