Bring some shock to the world of cultivating immortals

Chapter 415: Brother Magun

What will be the boundary between life and death?

"Oh yo yo, it feels like going home."

Looking at this purgatory-like scarlet cave, Jeanne sighed.

Do you live in the underworld?

Hou Jue's expression on the side was a little broken.

"Zuo Wuyong is deep in the cave."

Mrs. Golden Snake stood "in front of the door", reflecting the purgatory-like scenery in her eyes, and said calmly: "I want to maintain this door, so I can't help you."

"Damn it, you wouldn't expect a loser like me, would you?"

Hou Jue's expression dropped: "Sister, can you be normal? How can I, a waste from the human world, work here in the underworld?"

"Excuse me."

Mrs. Golden Snake didn't pay any attention to Hou Jue's collapse. Her eyes fell on the enthusiastic Jeanne d'Arc next to Hou Jue and she nodded.

Hou Jue, who was put down, stepped on this slightly soft material with a strange look on his face. He always felt that this cave was alive, full of life, and full of literary talent.

Hou Jue was silent for a long time. He wrinkled his nose and said solemnly:

"Hello, I have never died, so I can't smell it. Also, who is this Lord Ying Yuan you are talking about? I will avoid him when I see him in the future. If I can't avoid him, I will kowtow twice to show my appreciation."

"No, I don't understand."

Since entering this strange space, Joan of Arc has been as excited as if she had returned home. She directly stretched out her hand, picked up the back of Hou Jue's neck and walked towards the cave.

Her nose twitched, Jeanne nodded, and said cheerfully: "Coming back here is just like coming back home, it's very refreshing."

"what happened?"

"You go in."

Touching her chin, Joan of Arc said with some confusion: "The smell I smelled in Lord Yingyuan's house before was not like this. There was a faint fragrance in Lord Yingyuan's house, and a strong smell of death, instead of It smells like corruption."

Hou Jue's expression was very horrifying, but he didn't care to understand. He pointed at Joan of Arc and asked loudly: "When she comes back here, it feels like going home. What about me? What's the use of me?"

Suddenly, Hou Jue understood.

Hou Jue struggled subconsciously, and then he sadly discovered that his thin monkey figure was like a toy in front of Joan of Arc, weak and powerless.

This cave is very strange. The walls are not made of stone or earth, but a strange twisted material. This substance is like countless moving masses of light red flesh gathered together, as if it is alive and constantly breathing.

Although he didn't know why, he did feel like the cave was constantly insulting him.

The thin dog barked sadly, but Joan of Arc ignored it.

"The aura of death in this cave is a bit strange."

After scratching his head, Hou Jue stomped on the phlegm he just spit with his feet, trying to cover up his behavior. At this time, Joan of Arc, who had been observing the surroundings, took off her helmet and said solemnly:

Mrs. Golden Snake sighed softly, showing a rare sign of fatigue. She glanced at Hou Jue who had his hands spread out, and said helplessly: "You can use it."

Hou Jue's hair suddenly stood up, and he took a step back in fear, protecting Jeanne in front of him.

"wrong."

"Come on, brother Hou."

"no problem."

"Oh, Master Yingyuan..."

Words related to Ying Yuan and her various attributes immediately appeared in Joan's mind. After a long time, Joan extracted the key information and said directly: "Ying Yuan is the master of Mr. Zhou."

?

This is no longer an unavoidable issue.

Hou Jue turned pale.

"This should be a tomb."

Looking around, Jeanne said hesitantly: "But the snake lady is talking about the boundary between life and death, which is a bit strange." "It's a boundary that only belongs to Qianhu."

Hou Jue's mind was spinning quickly, he shrugged and said: "Anyway, I don't believe in the underworld. The evil I did during my lifetime and I will be repaid after death. It would be better for me to go to the local magistrate. I, the No. 1 Justice of Anshan, will give it to me." Their ancestors were reincarnated and killed again, and the evil ones were left to reincarnate?"

"That's true."

Although she didn't understand it, this kind of comedic words made Joan feel familiar.

"So, what are we going to do?"

Hou Jue asked in his soul, "Who to kill? Or...?"

"This should be a small secret place."

Stretching out his hand and pressing his fingers against the wall, Jeanne narrowed his eyes slightly and said softly: "This is the grave Qianhu dug for himself. For some reason, he can't get out on his own."

"You mean, he fantasized about digging a grave for himself, and then he mentally lay down in it, but couldn't get out?"

Hou Jue asked truthfully.

"Yes."

Jeanne nodded and said calmly: "Qianhu has died once, and the souls of those who have died are often loosened by the overlap of life and death. In this way, they can easily get trapped in their own souls and find it difficult to extricate themselves."

"My suggestion is immediate death penalty."

Justice Anshan delivered his verdict.

"We need to find Qianhu and get him out of this secret realm."

Turning around and looking at the road behind him where the light had been swallowed up, leaving only darkness, Jeanne whispered, "It's like helping him break through his inner demons."

"He has killed all his own evil and inner demons?"

Hou Jue collapsed a little, "Is he some kind of innate Gu-raising holy body? Is there any serious trauma in his heart? After my death and my whole family, I didn't say that I have inner demons every day. Are all these monsters so fragile?"

"In fact, according to common sense, Qianhu will not have inner demons."

Scratching her head, Joan of Arc said strangely: "He has killed his past and his other self. According to common sense, there will be no inner demons that can trap him. Unless..."

"Unless what? His father was killed after he was resurrected?"

Hou Jue said doubtfully.

"He did it voluntarily."

Jeanne muttered to herself.

"The death penalty is the most serious sentence I can give. I can't think of anything else."

Hou Jue shook his head and said with a bright smile.

"Brother Hou, I think your appearance is meaningful."

While the two were talking, they had already reached the depths of the cave. As the two of them went deeper, this strange scarlet cave began to become more twisted. The patterns on the wall were arrogant and clawed, as if one ghostly face after another was staring at them.

"My whole point is to provide people with some fun."

Hou Jue is very clear about his positioning, "Even now, I am the biggest joy."

"No, I don't think so."

Stopping and looking at the vague figure in the dark brown blood pool, Jeanne frowned and said softly:

"That's Qianhu. I guessed it right. He voluntarily fell into the inner demons."

"Brother Gun, I need you to rescue him, or at least let him recover."

"No, who invented the title Stick Brother?"

Hou Jue asked with twitching corners of his mouth.

(End of this chapter)