To the north of Luzhou is the boundless North Sea.

Yang Jian returned from the underworld that day, and rushed directly to the shore of the North Sea to explore the location of the hidden stream.

I remember that Bai Ze's predecessors said that he also dug out Liuya in a jade coffin by accident, and this time it is estimated that it is the same.

Although I don't know why Liuya appears like this every time, but Hou Tu Niangniang said so, Yang Jian just did as he said.

Most areas of Beihai are frozen all year round, and it is said that the Beihai Spring is the root of ice in the nine filthy springs of heaven and earth, and many immortal gates who practice the way of ice are located in Beihai.

Because of this, the cold air of the North Sea suppressed the miasma of Beiju Luzhou, and this place does not need to be poisoned by the miasma.

What surprised Yang Jian the most was that there were many human races living on the coast of the North Sea; these human races were still in the form of tribes, relying on hunting, fishing, and farming for a living.

These immortal sects take care of these tribes in order to collect disciples, and they are not entirely out of good intentions.

Yang Jian did not show a trace, riding an iceberg, drifting with the tide on the surface of the North Sea, and constantly probing the bottom of the sea with his divine sense.

Netherworld, listening to the name, it should be a trench on the bottom of the sea or something, if you can figure it out with the underworld, maybe there will be all kinds of weirdness......

"This ocean ......"

Yang Jian was a little worried, half a month had passed the half-month appointment, and he hadn't even seen the shadow of the netherworld.

Go to these fairy gates to investigate?

Yang Jian thought about it again and again, and decided to ask the Taoist friends he was familiar with first; needless to say, the six friends of Meishan basically had never left Meishan for thousands of miles, and all they thought about every day was to attack Meishan.

Although Da Ang is a member of the Wu clan, under Yang Jian's observation, the tribes of the Wu clan are concentrated on the south side of Beiju Luzhou, and there are not many footprints of the Wu clan in the north.

Besides, Da Ang itself is a bit muddy......

As a result, Yang Jian could only come up with the idea of these immortal sects.

Speaking of Xianmen, of course, I have to ask my brother Lu Chunyang, so Yang Jian repaired a book and sent it out with a messenger jade talisman, asking where Lu Chunyang's netherworld stream was, and if Lu Chunyang didn't know, he would also give him a reply.

Unexpectedly, a day later, a sword came from the south, and there was the handsome Taoist who was all too familiar standing on it, and after finding Yang Jian, he immediately grinned.

"Why did you get to Beihai?"

"Brother, you're already here?"

"I came here in Zhongshenzhou," Lu Chunyang smiled, carried his sword, landed on Yang Jian's side, sat down, and let out a long sigh of relief.

Yang Jian was also straightforward: "Our friendship is so irreversible? ”

"Infinite Heavenly Venerable...... Quit anger and resentment. ”

Lu Chunyang pinched the magic seal and glared at Yang Jian, "I take everything to heart about you! Actually, I just found a reason to run out and hide, and in the mountains, it is becoming more and more impossible to stay." ”

Yang Jian smiled and said, "Why can't you stay? Could it be that there is some extraterritorial heavenly demon?"

"There are no heavenly demons, but there is a demon in the heart," Lu Chunyang pouted, and there was a little melancholy in his eyes.

Yang Jian knew in his heart at the moment, Lu Chunyang was talking about his master in this life, the fairy surnamed He......

Yang Jian groaned a few times and said, "Brother, my generation of monks, in fact, you don't have to care much about this. Sticking to this, restraining one's hands and feet, but losing one's heart and damaging one's deeds. ”

"Hmph," Lu Chunyang rolled his eyes angrily, his fingers slid over the two strands of long hair in front of his sideburns, "Then let me ask you, if your master is a woman, he is as kind to you as a mountain, he slowly raises you, and he wants you to marry her, how do you deal with yourself?"

"Marry," Yang Jian replied decisively, "The teacher's life is like a mountain." Besides, it's not like you don't have memories of your past life. ”

"That's different!" Lu Chunyang suddenly looked a little excited, "I'm not afraid of being poked and abused by others, but in my previous life, I was the prince of the East of the Heavenly Court, and countless people in the heavens and on the earth are waiting for my jokes!

Yang Jian was silent and nodded slightly.

Lu Chunyang breathed a sigh of relief, with a wry smile on the corner of his mouth, "And you say, if I marry her, I should call her master, or lady?"

"Fellow Daoist. ”

"I'm not supposed to say this to you. ”

Yang Jian chuckled, took two jars of immortal brew in the Xuangui belt, and threw one to Lu Chunyang.

"Where's the Nether Stream?"

"There are 30,000 miles to the northwest here, under the 10,000-year-old ice, and there is the coldest place in the wilderness except for the Beihai Sea Eye. ”

Lu Chunyang unplugged the wine jar and poured a big sip on his head.

The cold wind and the wine entered his throat, causing him to cough without mana, and his eyes were a little red.

Yang Jian knew that he had something on his mind, and at this time he knew where the Netherworld Stream was, and he couldn't be in a hurry if he wanted to be in a hurry, so he accompanied him to drink and talk about some things.

Lu Chunyang has affection in his heart and is difficult to give up, and his cultivation has been trapped for three thousand years and cannot advance an inch, which is really a kind of torture for the monk.

Yang Jian couldn't persuade him, he could only let Lu Chunyang figure it out by himself, and no one could persuade him.

Drinking on ice is also very elegant.

Lu Chunyang danced and sang with a sword after being drunk, and Yang Jian summoned the sleeping Howling Dog, leaned comfortably on the back of the Roaring Dog, and lay there looking at it with a smile.

The lone phoenix dances in the sky, and the sword crosses Wuhua Continent.

Why do you need wine when you break your bowels?

It was night, the starry sky was shining, the long Milky Way hung in the sky, and the calm sea around the iceberg reflected the starry sky again.

Lu Chunyang held the sword, snuggled on the other side of the Roaring Sky Dog, and fell asleep soundly.

Yang Jian was awake, looking at the bright stars in the sky, thinking of all kinds of thoughts in his heart......

Feeling.

He has Xiaochan's brother and sister love, Yaoji's mother-son love, and master's master-apprentice love, and the love between men and women, he and Xinke, it seems that something is always missing.

In the words of later generations, it should be the lack of 'passion'.

Everything seems to be natural, I have a little admiration for Xinke, and Xinke also has a little respect for himself.

Maybe it's because the two of them didn't fall in love because of 'meeting' at the beginning, and the relationship between the two is too involved.

Ryugu ......

Yang Jian suddenly realized that he was not eager to marry Xinke, and he also mixed with many reluctances in his heart.

He hasn't experienced true love yet, so he is going to get married early......

"It's not bad," Yang Jian slowly closed his eyes, listened to Lu Chunyang's snoring, and slept for a moment.

Lu Chunyang was drunk, and when he woke up, it was already the sixth day of coming, and Yang Jian saw that the half-moon period set by He Houtu was coming, but Lu Chunyang had no intention of leaving, and he couldn't urge him to leave.

He is the reincarnation of the prince of the East of the East, so he doesn't want to be faceless?

Yang Jian asked, "I'm going to the Netherworld Stream to explore, brother, are you going?"

"Go, it's okay to do it anyway, and I might be able to mix up some benefits with you. Lu Chunyang smiled, and looked like he had fixed Yang Jian's posture.

Yang Jian groaned a little, although he didn't want Lu Chunyang to get involved in this matter, but just seeing Liuya, it should be fine.

Well, when Liuya appears, just let Lu Chunyang close his eyes.

Lu Chunyang asked, "When will you leave?"

"Let's do it tonight," Yang Jian calculated the time, maybe after tonight, Liuya would appear at the bottom of the sea, revealing her innocence and harmless ...... Giggle.

"Huh. ”

"What are you laughing at?"

"It's okay, I thought of an old man," Yang Jian glanced at Lu Chunyang, "This time I came to the Netherworld Stream to find her." ”

As soon as these words came out, Lu Chunyang gasped, "This is not easy to say, Brother Yang, do you know what kind of realm the Netherworld Stream is?"

"If I knew, how could I ask you, brother. ”

"Okay, I'll make it clear to you," Lu Chunyang pointed to the northwest, "The Netherworld Stream, the bottom of the stream leads to the Netherworld, in fact, this is the end of the Santu River, and it is also the place where the dead qi and yin qi of the underworld condense. Do you know what's in the Netherworld?"

Yang Jian shook his head and listened carefully.

"Corpse cultivators! And they are all immortal cultivators who have fallen and turned into corpse cultivators!"

"Corpse cultivation?" Yang Jian immediately thought of a few allusions that Master had said, "Drought Fish?"

Lu Chunyang was also stunned, thought for a while, and said: "The drought fish you mentioned is just a more famous corpse cultivator in the flood wilderness, but she is not the strongest corpse cultivator, and she can't go to the deepest part in the netherworld stream. ”

"Among the corpse cultivators, there are quasi-sect master-level powerhouses?"

"I haven't heard of that, but corpse cultivation is all about cultivating the flesh, they are originally dead spirits, stepping into the underworld, nourished by the ghost qi and yin qi of the netherworld, and gradually the corpse becomes ......"

Lu Chunyang said all these like a number of family treasures, and said that back then, Heavenly Court sent an army to crusade against corpse cultivation, but he was defeated by several powerful and invulnerable corpse cultivators in the Great Luo Realm, and Lu Chunyang was speechless.

"If you speak of fighting, you are also strong in the flesh, but you are not afraid of them. ”

Yang Jian smiled indifferently and stood there with the demeanor of a master.

"Just be careful at night," Yang Jian said, and Lu Chunyang saw that he had made up his mind, so he had to nod.

Lu Chunyang asked, "Your old friend, could it be a corpse cultivator?"

"No, of course not," Yang Jian denied it and thought about it, "About her, you'd better not ask, brother, and don't look at her too much when you see her." ”

"Why?"

"I'm afraid you'll get into trouble," Yang Jian said earnestly, Lu Chunyang had never heard Yang Jian's tone like this, and nodded solemnly at the moment.

That night, the two left the iceberg, turned into two streamers, entered the North Sea, and went straight to the dark stream.

After about half an hour, they reached the boundary of the earth, and when they looked up, they saw a thousand feet of ice, and when they looked down, there was a sea cliff under a thousand feet, and the two cliffs stood opposite each other.

There was a miserable green color everywhere at the bottom of the sea, but among the two cliffs, there was a swarthy crack, and bubbles kept coming out of it, and a cold ghost breath penetrated the heart.

Yang Jian asked: "Here, can you enter the underworld?"

Lu Chunyang said: "No, there is the power suppression of the six reincarnation disks, and you can only go out here, not enter." ”

"I'll go down and take a look. ”

"Together," Lu Chunyang was a little displeased, "Do you think I haven't seen the world?"

Yang Jian smiled but didn't say a word, and the two of them went head to foot and entered the deep crack together.