"Since the adults have now returned, as long as they gather together and recuperate for tens of thousands of years, they will definitely have a chance to revenge against that runner." Yin Luo Baoquan said.

"It's too long for tens of thousands of years, and I just want to fight for it. Besides ... now there is no chance." Xue Li said coldly.

"Adult said?" Yin Luo wondered.

"Among the people you chased before, did you not feel familiar?" Xue Li asked.

Yin Luo heard this, her brows frowned, and her face was somber.

"That girl in black, her magical powers, some ... something like Hades!" After a moment, he suddenly realized.

"Yes, I have 90% certainty that she is the reincarnation of Pluto. If she wants to defeat the runner and regain the nether world, she must wake her memory and cooperate with her." Xue Li said.

"In that case, should we stop chasing them?" Yin Luo asked.

"You don't have to hunt, but you can't lose their tracks," Xue Li said slowly.

"Observe. Subordinates will send someone to follow up." Yin Luo stood up and said with a fist.

"It's up to you to do this. The old age has not been healed. I will retreat for a while." Said, the **** body exploded, flew into the sky, and passed away.

...

In front of the heavy gloomy mountains, there is a winding river with red water and turbid water.

The river bleeds all the way from the valley, reaching here for thousands of miles, the water level tends to be gentle, and an open white river beach is alluvial on the ground.

At this time, the three figures flew down from the sky and landed on the river beach, but it was Han Li's three.

"Uncle, it seems that the group of guys have not caught up." Golden Boy looked back slowly and said slowly.

Han Li also glanced back, then cast his eyes to cry for inquiries.

"I can't detect the chase for the time being either, we should have been thrown away by some distance." Crying Soul also said.

After hearing the words, Han Li nodded, exhaling a long breath, and glanced around.

At this look, his brow frowned.

I saw the white river beaches beneath my feet, everywhere with sturdy white bones, both human and monsters, densely packed, layered, the big ones are like canopies, the small ones are like insects.

Han Li leaned down and pulled away the layers of dead bone on the ground, grabbed a handful of white sand from the ground, and gently rubbed it, and a slight white powder slipped from his fingertips, and it was all bone meal.

"So many bones, I don't know where they came from?" Crying Soul wondered.

"It should be washed down from the upper reaches of the river. Over the years, I don't know how many years have been deposited. The white bones underneath have completely decayed, and they have all become bone meal." Han Li said.

While talking, an inexplicable whirlwind blew from the upstream direction of the river, and the bone meal was rolled up like sand and dust, and there was a bit of sparkle in it, and the green was broken like beans.

Several people were surprised, and suddenly heard a strange noise.

I saw a green flame on the Yin Hong River in the distance, and floated down from the upstream.

Confused in the hearts of the three, Han Li looked at the bank of the river and saw a faint face appearing in the twisted and rising green flames, showing a strange smile toward them.

"What the **** is this?" Jin Tong wondered.

Crying soul wrinkled his nose even more, and it seemed that he would release the glow in the next instant and **** it into his belly.

"Don't worry, there seems to be something to say." Han Li reached out and stopped them.

As soon as his voice fell, a few people heard the green flames, and there really was an intermittent voice:

"Go ... river ... valley ..."

This sound sounded aging and weak, as if it was the last slang of a dying man before he died, and once he said it, there was no sound at all.

Immediately afterwards, the green flame also struck a spin, then sank into the water and disappeared.

Han Li frowned and turned his gaze to the gloomy mountains upstream of the river.

I saw that the sky was overcast with clouds, almost pressed to the top of the mountain, making the black mountains below look more and more deep, as if always covered with a layer of gloom and death.

"Uncle, are you going?" Golden Boy asked.

"The ghost fire was just an embers from a ray of remnants, but why did he come to tell us this?" Han Li wondered.

"Can it be a trap?" Crying Soul asked.

"I don't think it's like we were in the netherworld. Even the ghost soldiers in the back were met suddenly. No one, or ghosts, could design a trap for us in advance." Han Li shook his head and said.

"Whatever it is, just look at it without knowing it." Jin Tong frowned, grinning.

"Anyway, we don't know where to go. Since we go wherever we go, we might as well see what's going on there, maybe we can find the news of Yan Luo's house." Crying soul agreed.

"Well, then go and see, be careful on the road," Han Li said.

After agreeing, the three flew up and galloped towards the upstream river valley.

Before long, they came to the entrance to the valley.

In the center of the entrance is a narrowed isthmus, and on both sides there are two naturally formed boardwalks that hang above the cliff.

The three of Han Li went up from the road on the left and reached the boardwalk on the cliff on the left.

Standing on the edge of the boardwalk, the ears are the sound of the rumbling water.

The red long river rushed out of the valley, and at the narrowed gorge entrance, the water became more fierce. As the thousands of red dragons clashed, the roar continued.

After watching the three of them for a while, Han Li walked inward along the rocky path.

After walking in, the three found that the valley turned out to be a gourd shape, the opening narrowed, and the terrain became wider and wider, the river surface in the middle became wider, and the water potential gradually eased.

When they came to the middle of the river valley, Han Li stopped.

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

The sand bar was white, and when viewed from a distance, we could see some gold powder mixed in it, reflecting the golden luster of the stars.

In the middle of the sand bar, there is still a black dead tree that is three or four feet tall. The whole looks like it has been burned by flames, and it has been completely carbonized. You can even see the crystals of carbon stones on it.

The most weird thing is that on the highest branch of the black dead tree, there is also a scorched corpse that looks like a human corpse, the chest is penetrated by branches, and a ruler is held in his arms. See square black square box.

"There is a lingering lingering spirit on the corpse, which is very faint. It seems that it was the guy who contacted us through the river before." Crying soul's gaze fell far on the sandbar and said.

Han Li let go of his consciousness, and looked at the surrounding area for hundreds of miles. He found that there were no abnormalities, and then he said:

"Check it out."

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

Crying Soul and Golden Boy also flew down.

With his feet on the ground, Han Li made a sound of "rustle", and the sandbar beneath him was quite soft.

Crying soul couldn't help but leaned down, grabbed a handful of sand and stones, put it in front of his nose and sniffed gently, and looked carefully again, there was a look of suspense between the eyebrows.

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

"There is nothing wrong with the bone meal. The problem is the doped sand." Crying spirit stood up and said.

"Sands?" Han Li wondered.

"It's the scattered sand, it can dispel the soul, it is the ghost cultivation of the practice of the spirit and soul, the favorite magic weapon." At this time, a dark voice suddenly rang from the corpse on the tree.

The three of them heard the sound and looked up at the same time.

I saw a burst of white smoke from the charred corpse and drowned the whole body.

A moment later, a cliché with a thin figure, a peaceful appearance, and a golden feather jacket appeared in mid-air.

Around it, there is a cloud of fog condensed by the mist, and behind it is a colorful light, and there is only a crane and an incense burner next to it. It is a decent way to live. .

However, Lao Dao's posture is really weird, because the branches pierced by the ancient tree still pierced the transfigured feathers, which appeared abruptly in front of the three Han Li.

"Fusheng Infinite Celestial Master ..."

The old Tao revealed a mysterious smile of a hidden master, struck an ancestor, and recite slowly.

The three of Han Li looked at each other. No one spoke, but they looked at the old man like a fool.

"Ahem ... I am the one in the realm of the Realm of Heaven and Earth in the Qianyuan and Yuan Dynasty, too. The elder Tianganzi is too. He was killed by a traitor a million years ago. It is also a fate to be able to meet a few friends today. If you can help me get out of trouble, I will thank you very much. "The old man saw that they didn't speak, and coughed awkwardly, and said to himself.

During the conversation, he also took a peek at Crying Soul, and seemed to care about her reaction.

"Uncle, how familiar are these words?" Jin Tong frowned, pretending to be surprised.

"That's what Xue Li said before, here's another." Cried soul answered.

"Why are the ghost words you lied to in the Netherworld all well-defined? No idea at all?" Golden Boy looked at the old road with a scornful look, mockingly.

When the old man heard this, his look suddenly changed, and he couldn't help pretending to be profound. He asked quickly:

"Have you seen the blood already?"

"Yes, I've been fooled by his ghost talk. It seems that you are familiar with him?" Han Li smiled, looked at the old road, and asked.

"Unfamiliar, unfamiliar, we are vengeful." The old man narrowed his neck and shook his head.

"Oh? Aren't you a true immortal person, why is there a feud with the people in Hades? I would like to know, how do you end up with this feud if you are separated from two realms?" Han Li sneered and asked.

The old man knew that he was guilty, and his expression suddenly became a little frustrated, and he looked very frustrated.

"I know you guys in the real fairy world, one by one, are so much better than ghosts, you can't lie to them ..." He sighed, and a white smoke rose again.