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Afterwards, Jiang Li stood at the end of Huangquan Road, looking at a big river in front of him, but he felt a bit embarrassed.

This should, how to pass.

This place is undoubtedly the legendary Wangchuan River.

It's just, compared to the yellow spring water that he wants to take a bath in when he sees it.

This Wang Chuanhe is really not flattering.

Even Jiang Li, who has the inheritance of Jiuyou and possesses noble dragon blood, will only feel disgusted if he sees it.

Because the river water inside is too dirty!

The water of the Wangchuan River is bloody yellow. If you insist on describing it, it is like the color of yellow pus with blood streaks flowing out from a huge pustule when it is squeezed.

It is true, it is heavy taste to the extreme.

As soon as I got close, I just felt a fishy wind blowing against my face.

Looking inside again, a pile of broken bones and rotten bones were rolled out from time to time in the tumbling river.

What a mess it must be to create such a river of dirty water.

He thought for a while, raised his hand and pointed out a wooden dragon to throw into it.

The contemporary Human Sovereigns are casually enlightened, but they are all orthodox dragons whose blood concentration exceeds that of pure blood.

It's not a problem at all to overwhelm the river and pour the sea, and Shi Yun spreads the rain.

The Chuanhe River ahead is churning fiercely, but for the Orthodox Dragon Clan, as long as it is water, no matter if it is sea water, river water, boiling water, or ice water, no matter how much it churns, it is impossible to cause trouble to them.

The wooden dragon entered the river and swam towards the opposite bank.

It swam fairly well at first.

But soon, the wooden dragon that was thrown in began to struggle endlessly in the water.

It looked extremely painful, tossing and turning, as if about to drown.

The breath on his body also weakened severely.

There are obviously other ways in this water.

Jiang Li stretched out his hand and pulled the wooden dragon back to the shore.

Looking at the wooden dragon's body again, it is unknown when it has been covered with countless holes, large and small.

The level that can make intensive phobia patients die on the spot.

Not only that, but there are still things crawling in and out of those holes.

Upon closer inspection, it turned out that all kinds of strange bugs and long snakes got into the hole!

These dangerous and ugly bugs were actually scattered all over the river water.

Compared with the real dragon scales, the scales of Jiang Li's enlightened wooden dragon have the same defense ability.

Even so, his body was infested with parasites in such a short period of time.

Looking at it like this, the inside of his body has been eaten up, and he cannot be saved even if he is rescued.

Looking at this scene, Jiang Li didn't care whether his physical defense could withstand it.

Is he really resisting, and will never touch the river?

Otherwise, let’s not talk about whether there will be any physical problems.

The inner demons that have just been eliminated in the trial are destined to breed crazily.

Due to the rules of heaven and earth, he obviously couldn't fly over.There must be some other way of crossing the river.

Looking left and right, he followed the big river and searched for it upstream.

Didn't it mean that there is a Naihe bridge, which is specially used to cross Wangchuan.

Chapter 620 The Ancient Water God

The so-called Wangchuan River, as the name suggests, is a river that discards all forgotten things.

The more memories that are thrown in, the more turbulent and wider the river will become.

After a long period of ancient times, the river has changed from a width of two or three feet to what it is today. Even with Jiang Li's eyesight, he couldn't see the exaggeration of the other side.

It is even more impossible to fly over.

Fortunately, due to the special world rules of Netherland, as long as you keep walking, you will naturally go where you want or should go.

Jiang Li just randomly threw a ghost out, followed the little ghost, and found it easily, across the Naihe Bridge over the Wangchuan River.

It's just that looking at the bridge, he walked up without any excitement.

It was a bridge that looked a little crumbling and very unsafe.

Why can Jiang Li tell at a glance that this bridge is not safe?

Because, this broken bridge is actually made of flimsy yellow paper lakes.

After touching it, the thickness of the yellow paper is still very thin.

It is used for writing, but if there is too much ink on the brush, it is easy to pierce it if you are not careful.

How can such a bridge save people?

Well, this Naihe Bridge was not used to save people, but to save ghosts.

"Try to see if the broken bridge is strong enough."

The contemporary Human Sovereign raised his hand and pointed, and the ghost that had just helped him lead the way obeyed the order and tried to step onto the bridge.

Ghosts are already light, about the size of a balloon, and a gust of wind can blow them away.

Stepping on it, the yellow paper on the bridge deck collapsed slightly, but it was still safe to walk on.

But after walking a few steps, he came to the tumbling Wangchuan River.

Under the influence of a strange force, this ghost suddenly couldn't control it, and recalled all kinds of memories in its lifetime.

Then the originally light body suddenly began to become heavy.

What is the most important thing in life?

A shoulder pole?Responsibility on your back?

Perhaps the memory that carries a lifetime is the heaviest thing on everyone.

Under the power of the Wangchuan River, the ghost's light body became heavier than a whole piece of iron.In the end, he stepped on the broken paper bridge and fell from the Naihe Bridge.

At the right time, Jiang Li raised his hand and pulled the red rope tied around the ghost's waist to pull it back, so that the ghost didn't fall directly into the Wangchuan River.

"It really isn't that simple."

The contemporary Human Sovereign stared at the churning river.

But what he didn't know was that in that big river, there were also several pairs of eyes staring at him.

After thinking for a moment, many plans flashed through my mind.

In the end, he looked again at the cauldron placed beside the Naihe Bridge.

No need to guess, that should be the place where the legendary Meng Po is used to cook and distribute Meng Po soup.

It's just that time has passed and circumstances have changed, and things have changed.

I don't know what kind of cauldron is still there.But Meng Po, who was behind, had already disappeared into the dust of the end of the Dharma.

According to previous legends and speculations in ancient records.

The normal process after walking Huangquan Road should be to drink Mengpo soup and then walk up to Naihe Bridge.

Reluctantly heading towards judgment and new life.

While reminiscing about his life, he forgot all the past events in his memory one by one, and threw them into the Wangchuan River.

It's no wonder that the Wangchuan River has become so dirty.

It's really strange that people throw their bad memories into the river. After countless years of accumulation, the water quality here can still be good.

Jiang Li took out a gourd, poured out some of the liquid in it, and gave it to the previous brat to drink.

Let him walk on the paper bridge again.

This time, he did not step on the splashed paper bridge again.

The power of Xiang Chuanhe acted on it again, and memories of the past came one after another.

The image of that little ghost is a down and out scholar.I don't know if he had encountered such things as the fox girl adding fragrance to her sleeves in the middle of the night before he was alive.

In short, in the memory, he started to cry as he walked.

All the memories of his life turned into tears and rolled down.

A drop of tears representing its memory pierced through the paper bridge and fell directly into the Wangchuan River below.

The punctured yellow paper was quickly repaired automatically, and it did not stop the latecomers from getting a way.

What Jiang Li gave him to drink was, of course, Fengducheng's own Meng Po soup produced by himself using Bana flowers and forget worry grass.

Although there have been some changes in the auxiliary materials and refining methods, it is not exactly the same as the ancient authentic Mengpo soup.

But there is no problem in effect.

However, sending only one imp will not be of any help to Jiang Li.

The key is if he can pass by himself.

So here comes the question, what should be the weight of the contemporary Emperor plus the memories he carries?

Anyway, it was impossible for him to walk across the paper bridge by himself, so he had to think of other ways.

He sent a few little ghosts over to experiment.

He found out that the paper bridge, after all, is the Naihe Bridge that has not yet collapsed, and it is actually not as fragile as he imagined.

Each soul that drank Mengpo soup can actually carry a certain weight over there.

Leaving this part of the load-bearing interval is probably intentional.

If not, how can these ghosts bring bribes to the Yin officials behind?

With this part of the surplus, Jiang Li also has room to operate.

Can use ghosts as porters to carry things over.

One or two ghosts can't pass through, so how about hundreds or thousands?How many thousands?

Jiang Li shook the gourd in his hand, the Mengpo soup inside was enough for [-] ghosts.

If it wasn't enough, he could directly use the Nine Phantoms Spiritual Qi to cultivate the Bana Flower and the Forget Worry Grass, and cook them on the spot.

With a thought in Jiang Li's mind, the Huangquan Road behind him suddenly folded and contracted rapidly.

In just a few blinks of an eye, the endless yellow sand desert has disappeared.

A winding trail, but you can walk to the end in 49 steps.

And the burial coffin that had been waiting at the edge of this territory also appeared before his eyes.

It's hard to say anything else, Jiang Li has as many things as ghosts and souls.

Following Jiang Li's will, the giant tortoise-shelled kun opened its mouth and rested on the underworld.

Afterwards, ghosts lined up neatly and walked out from inside.

They are lucky, because they will be the first ghosts to cross the Wangchuan River in 20 years.

If Jiang Li masters the six reincarnations in the future, the appointment will also arrange a good place for them to reincarnate.

The contemporary emperor stood beside the cauldron, temporarily playing the role of Po Meng himself.

For those ghosts queuing up, each person will have a bowl of Mengpo soup.

Drink Mengpo soup and forget the past.

Soon, all the ghosts were already in tears, and they went on the paper bridge one after another.

Thousands of ghosts howled together, and the scene was indeed a bit sensational.