Huangquan Road is rugged and bumpy, difficult and difficult to walk. But the ghosts of the netherworld, no matter how tired these souls are, they will not let you rest and delay the trip. Because, at this time, these undead cannot be counted as real ghosts, and they can only be called a real ghost when they enter the city.

There are many rights and wrongs on the Huangquan Road, because as long as you don't enter the capital city, everything still has a turnaround, and it is possible to return to the soul. Therefore, the souls all want to travel for a little longer, but the ghosts want to hurry up and finish the mission, in case they lose that soul, it is a big sin.

Amu's eyes opened, and at this time, Amu could feel that what he saw was by no means an illusion. The Huangquan Road under the Netherworld Mountain seemed to be a teleportation array, and Amu was directly teleported to the Huangquan Road in this ghost realm after stepping on the ghostly floating land.

"Ghost Realm?" Ah Mu frowned, but at this time, Ah Mu had all the treasures to protect him, but he was not afraid.

However, in the midst of this vast crowd, Amu suddenly found a familiar figure.

The soul, dressed in white, sat cross-legged on the edge of Huangquan Road.

It's just that the soul figure is dim, and its face is as white as paper, as if it will dissipate with the wind at any time. On his chest, an ancient jade emitted a faint cyan glow, protecting his body.

Within three zhang of the surrounding area, whether it was the dead souls of all walks of life or the ghosts of the netherworld, they didn't seem to dare to approach this soul, but they all took a detour.

"Senior!" Ah Mu was shocked in his heart, it turned out that the soul was none other than Han Qianli, the sect leader of the Northern Han Sect who was nominally said to be a retreat more than forty years ago, but in fact traveled far away in the black water.

"Senpai-"

Amu rushed over, wanting to get to the front of Han Qianli. However, even though Amu was a high-level Great Perfection monk of the Spirit Saint, and there was a Buddha treasure Gumu prayer bead of unknown level on his head, as soon as he reached three zhang in front of Han Qianli, he was directly bounced away.

Amu tried three times in a row, but without success.

"Senior-" Amu called out loudly, but Han Qianli just closed his eyes and didn't hear at all.

"Senior Han is dead?" Amu frowned.

According to common sense, as long as he appears on Huangquan Road, then he is a dead person, but he has not yet entered the capital city. To be precise, even if Han Qianli is alive in the yang world at this time, he is definitely a half-dead person.

In fact, it is not easy for monks to die, especially when Han Qianli was a spiritual saint-level monk. As long as their spiritual heart is not extinguished, even if their physical body dies, they can be reborn or reincarnated.

But now Han Qianli obviously has absolutely no power to be reborn, and at this time, he can stay on the Huangquan Road and not be driven away by the ghost envoy, all because of the ancient jade on his chest.

Amu couldn't get close to Han Qianli, so he directly took out a soul gathering bottle, wanting to directly put his soul into the bottle, but when Amu sacrificed the soul gathering bottle in the void, he just approached Han Qianli.

With a "snap", the soul gathering bottle collapsed directly.

"What a powerful ancient jade!" Amu said secretly in his heart. It's just that at this time, Amu didn't know that this ancient jade was actually something given to Han Qianli by his master Wang Jue.

"What happened when Senior Han arrived in the Immortal Ghost Sect?" Amu frowned.

Moreover, standing on this Huangquan Road, Amu was a little dazed for a while. He couldn't follow the flow of people and walk step by step to the capital city, but he couldn't stand here stupidly.

But how can we get out of this netherworld?

Just when Amu didn't know where to go, suddenly there was a broken cry in the void.

"Who is the monk, dare to break into my netherworld and ghost realm?" A ghost-faced man who was too tall, with black boots on his feet, wearing armor, a large coat, and a halberd in his hand, stood in the void.

A black mist rose from beneath the ghost-faced man's feet, like riding a cloud.

"Netherworld Ghost General?" Amu was slightly stunned.

It is said that this Netherworld Ghost General is a high-level creature in the Netherworld, who can command 100,000 Yin soldiers, with high mana and boundless power. There are only one hundred and eight ghost generals in the entire underworld, all of whom are guarding the gates in the city, or guarding the dangerous boundaries of the netherworld.

Although this Huangquan Road is the only way to the capital city, but the ghost that passes through this place will definitely not set off any big waves. It stands to reason that there should never be a ghost here.

"Cultivating Wang Han in Xiasan!" said Amu Lang.

"Scattered cultivator Wang Han?" Although he couldn't see the face of the ghost general clearly, Amu could sense that the ghost general monk was slightly stunned, as if he had heard Wang Han's name somewhere.

"You haven't lived a long life, why did you get to Huangquan Road?" the ghost general asked again.

"I strayed into the Netherworld Mountain of the Immortal Sect of the Yang Realm, and I don't know how to be teleported here!

Because Amu knows that if this is really the Netherworld Ghost Realm, then he has the ability to reach the sky, and it is difficult to resist the entire Hades.

"Immortal Ghost Sect, are you a disciple of the Immortal Ghost Sect?" From the tone of the ghost general, he seemed to know the existence of the Immortal Ghost Sect, and he was definitely not a stranger.

"No!" Amu shook his head, although at this time Amu knew that maybe the answer was a disciple of the Immortal Ghost Sect, and the result would be better, but that was not Amu's character.

"Oh, haha!" The ghost general suddenly hahadaxiao when he heard Amu's answer, "After more than forty years, could it be that someone finally came to break through the 'three levels of hell'?"

The ghost general seemed to have thought of a possibility all of a sudden, and also understood the origin of Amu.

As soon as Amu heard this, he instantly became vigilant, and the black rattan was directly flipped in his hand.

"That's right! I'm here to break through the three levels of hell!"

"Then you have come to the right place! Below, the ghost general of the Netherworld, named thirty-three, was ordered to guard the hell of the Yang World Immortal Ghost Sect, Huangquan Road. If you want to go to Hell, get past me!"

As he spoke, the ghost swiped the halberd in his hand, and many ghosts and ghosts on the Huangquan Road dissipated in an instant.

The sky above and below is empty, only the ghost general, Amu and the cold thousands of miles with green mangs scattered all over their bodies.

"Oh?" Amu sneered, "It seems that this Immortal Ghost Sect is really hand-eyed, if I remember correctly, the Ghost General of the Underworld is a righteous god in the underworld, how can he become the eagle dog of the Immortal Ghost Sect?"

"Huh?" The majestic ghost general with his feet in the black mist couldn't help but be slightly stunned when he heard Amu's words.

"The Immortal Ghost Sect and my underworld have a life and death contract, although I am a righteous god in the underworld, but I am only acting on orders! If you have real skills, after passing my level, you will naturally return to the Yang World Immortal Ghost Sect, otherwise you will never be able to go back!"

"Oh, if you are defeated, you have crossed Huangquan Road?"

"Yes!" replied the ghost.

"There's something to ask you next!" Amu said again, I don't know weishenme, Amu always feels that the ghost in front of him will have a little affection.

"Speak!" the ghost general is really a bit arrogant.

Amu has been a cold spirit, and said, "This person, but you killed him?"

The ghost general looked at Han Qianli's soul body, and then shook his head.

"More than forty years ago, this person was also going to enter the Netherworld Mountain, and he was indeed transported here. However, although the monk's cultivation was average, the ancient jade magic weapon was very powerful, and all the ghosts had to retreat. I easily passed this level, but I don't know who killed him later, but his ghost was condensed and not dispersed, sitting on the Huangquan Road, and no one in the entire netherworld could get close to him, so he sat like this for more than 40 years. ”

"Thank you!" Amu looked at Han Qianli, only to find that Han Qianli's temples were already white.

Thinking of Han Qianli's friendship with him back then, Amu's heart was slightly sour.

Amu's cultivation today is far above the cold thousands of miles back then, and the addition of all the treasures can be said to be like a tiger with wings. But even so, it is by no means easy for Amu to pass the three levels of hell.

Although the ghost general said it lightly, Amu knew that back then, Han Qianli didn't know how much suffering he had suffered, and he could only survive the three levels of hell in nine deaths, or it was very likely that he would stop at the third level and the gate of hell.

"Do you know that monk?" the ghost general asked suddenly.

"I'm his disciple!" Amu said solemnly.

"Oh?" the ghost general shook suddenly, "Interesting! You, a spiritual saint high-level Great Perfection demon cultivator, can actually be his descendant?"

The ghost general was really a little suspicious of Amu's words, but after a pause, he said, "However, that white-clothed monk is a person who values love and righteousness, and is a hero!"

"Thank you!" Amu didn't say anything, just thanked him again, because of the ghost general's evaluation of Han Qianli.

After that, the black rattan in Amu's hand was unfolded, and it directly turned into several zhang, and the string of ancient wooden prayer beads on the top of his head was a big exhibition of Buddha.

"Offended!" Amu maintained a good impression of this ghost general, as long as he could pass the test today, he would not beat this ghost general to the ground.

If it is divided according to the level of the monks in the yang realm, the ghost generals of the netherworld should belong to the monks of the middle level of soul cultivation. For such a monk, Amu still has great confidence.

The black rattan swept away, overwhelming the momentum of a thousand jun, and went straight to the ghost general.

"Please!" the ghost general has the demeanor of a general.

Standing in the void, the halberd in his hand was horizontal, not dodging or dodging, and he actually directly met Amu's black rattan.

"Boom-"

The black mang, the ghost general took more than ten steps back, and then spewed out a breath of black gas before stabilizing his body. And the black halberd in Zaijian's hand was unharmed.

"What a powerful ghost general!" Amu said secretly in his heart.

Since Amu Xiuxian, there are really not many things that can resist the black rattan. In the secret realm of the Desolate Soul, the long Ge and shield of the Desolate Ancient War Soul can block the black rattan, but today I didn't expect that the long halberd of this ghost general would also have such power.

It seems that all the ghosts are really a little resistant to this Canghai Town Dragon Whip.

This was what Amu thought in his heart, but the shock in his heart at this time was far less than that of the ghost general.

At this time, the ghost ghost's arm was numb, and the halberd in his hand was almost out of his hand.

This ghost will be thirty-three, guarding the Huangquan Road for thousands of years, and he thinks that his strength is unparalleled, but he didn't expect that this Yang Realm monk who came today would have such a big liliang.