Villain: God-level comprehension, forbidden emperor's son at the beginning

The two of them were so angry that they had to face each other.

"No..."

Not only him, but also the hundreds of people who had stepped onto the bridge without invitation letters.

In just ten breaths, they all turned into bones and had no signs of life.

The pupils of the Tianjiao who were still eager to move shrank sharply when they saw this, and they dared not act recklessly anymore.

There were even many people who were so frightened that they ran away and wanted to go back to the ground, but it was still in vain.

There seemed to be a special divine power on the Wangchuan River. No matter how hard they tried, they could never run away.

"The other side is open, and living people are not allowed to enter or leave. Wait until the Hell Palace is closed again before you can leave."

The old woman also sensed the movement, her eyes cast over, and a mechanical voice without a trace of emotion came.

For a moment, everyone's faces were all ugly.

In other words, not only did they have no chance to go to the other side this time, but they had to watch the other party's harvest opportunity end quietly.

Isn't this killing people and breaking their hearts?

"Why?"

This naturally angered many Tianjiao, but at the moment they only dared to curse.

When they saw the old woman on the bridge looking down again, they became honest.

...

On the other side, Gu Linfeng and the others also stepped onto the Naihe Bridge.

When they really stepped on it, the bridge in front of them also changed in a myriad of ways, and Gu Chen opened his eyes wide.

He watched batches of illusory energy bodies passing by him. He could see them, but they... seemed unable to discover his existence.

"Xiaozu, is this really the place where the souls of mortals go?"

Gu Chen would not be afraid of them, especially since they were the reincarnations of people who had never practiced cultivation. He was just confused.

"This is a way, but it is a way of salvation."

Gu Linfeng nodded, intending to give his Gu family's generation of saints some understanding of the way.

Gu Chen was confused.

"The reincarnation of the world is about cause and effect. These souls have unfulfilled wishes and will not enter reincarnation."

"In the past, the souls of the cultivators returned to the heavens after death and were called heavenly souls."

"And the souls of mortals in the world are too weak after death, and they are harmful to the heavens, so they can only wander on the ground and are called earthly souls."

...

"Then what?"

The two of them walked forward on the bridge, and Gu Chen was very interested in this new concept.

"The souls of the earth have not been dealt with for a long time. Gradually, the resentment is too deep, and it has turned into the forbidden land of the underworld in the mouth of the world..."

"Later, someone thought of... collecting the souls of mortals who control the world and forging a new way, perhaps they can save them and achieve themselves."

"The way of reincarnation... came into being."

The gentle breeze passed by, silver threads fell on his shoulders, and Gu Linfeng smiled faintly.

"Who is that person?"

Gu Chen couldn't help but be curious. These things, even as the holy son of the Gu family, he had never heard of.

"Like Emperor Yi, he was buried in the mythological era. The answer, perhaps... can still be found in the underworld palace of hell."

Gu Linfeng shook his head and said nothing more.

These news were also heard from his father a million years ago.

According to the guess of the Changsheng Emperor, the mythological era was extremely glorious, even not worse than the most splendid ancient immortal era recorded in ancient history.

In that era, there were many great emperors and ancient emperors.

However, their achievements, and even their names, were erased from ancient history.

Until recently, after the Queqiaohai group...

Gu Changyi, the first human emperor who wanted to compete with the Heavenly Dao, came into the eyes of the world, allowing them to see a corner of the mythological era.

...

At the end of the Naihe Bridge, there is a palace.

The palace is extremely vast, and the whole is made of gold, occupying most of the area on the other side.

The dark air rushed straight into the sky, and the intersection of various laws was extremely terrifying, almost tearing the sky apart.

There are nearly a thousand dark sculptures holding knives in front of the palace. They have been sealed from the distant past and look down on everyone indifferently.

Hell Palace!

At this moment, there are many geniuses gathered in front of the Palace of Hell. Without exception, they all look at the many sculptures with solemn faces.

Although these sculptures have no life characteristics, they are not placed as mascots.

There was a strong person in their crowd before... He was about to step into the Underworld Palace, but was directly chopped into two by a sculpture.

Obviously, without sufficient strength, he was not even qualified to set foot in the Underworld Palace.

"You were just careless before, let me give it a try..."

While everyone was still worried, a handsome young man with two swords on his back walked out of the crowd.

, shouted loudly.

Immediately, someone familiar with him recognized that he was the chief disciple of Baisheng Sect.

Without any hesitation, he gathered all his strength and swung out his two swords.

Instantly, the wind and clouds were stirred up, and the dazzling sword light crossed the sky, with the power of overwhelming mountains and seas, and slashed towards the front of the temple gate.

Bang!

At this time, a sculpture in front of the temple gate attacked.

It did not dodge, and took the sword with its body, still unscathed.

Then the sculpture swung the knife.

Its attack method was clumsy, even a little slow, but very deadly.

The boy wanted to avoid it, but found that the knife had locked him firmly, and he could not even move his feet, so he could only raise his sword to receive it.

The knife fell, breaking his two swords and piercing the latter's body on the spot.

Blood was all over the ground. It was a pity that this...chief disciple who had escaped from the Magpie Bridge Sea by chance, was defeated by the other side.

Hiss!

The whole audience was filled with gasps. The Baisheng Sect has been passed down for thousands of years and is an old-fashioned force.

Even in the eyes of the Tianjiao, it is definitely ranked first.

But their chief disciple didn't even catch a move from the sculpture and died on the spot.

"Let's... take a long-term view."

Immediately, many people turned their eyes slightly and retreated in their hearts.

"Humph, I don't believe this evil!"

After all, those who retreated were a minority. Who can come here is not arrogant?

The next moment, another cold snort sounded, and the Tianjiao saw with their own eyes a woman in a light purple dress walking out.

The woman's eyes were as crystal clear as amethyst. Although the veil covered her face, it could not hide her pretty face.

"It was the newly appointed Saintess of the Purple Mansion Holy Palace a few days ago, Zi Yan."

The well-informed Tianjiao couldn't help but sigh and tell the origin of this woman.

"Zi Yan..."

A ragged boy in the distance waved his hands desperately, trying to squeeze through.

Ye Wuque shouted loudly, but was drowned in the noisy voices, and the other party didn't notice him at all.

Zi Yan continued to take a step forward and stretched out her slender hand.

After all, she is the Saintess of the Purple Mansion, and her strength is not low. She is at the fifth level of Return to Oneness, and she is not far from the Immortal Platform.

When the spell was activated, snowflakes suddenly floated all around, filling the sky in an instant.

Click!

Then, an unexpected scene happened. The snowflakes fell and directly froze the sculptures in an area, unable to move.

Zi Yan's eyes also flashed a trace of surprise.

Taking advantage of this gap, she smiled sweetly, took a step forward, and the snow flew thousands of miles.

In just a moment, they arrived at the gate of the Hades Palace.

Bang!

She succeeded, and successfully opened the palace gate.

Everyone's heart was in their throat. Without exception, they all stared at the sculpture, wanting to see if there would be any more accidents.

Fortunately.

Seeing that the sculpture did not move, they just breathed a sigh of relief.

"Ah!"

And just when they breathed a sigh of relief, a scream rang out.

When everyone looked again, Zi Yan's figure had already disappeared, the palace gate was still wide open, and it was pitch black inside.

"What happened?"

Everyone was puzzled, and the sculpture in front of the door returned to its original state, still looking down at everyone indifferently.

Zi Yan disappeared out of thin air, and everything seemed to have never happened.