Chapter 214 Hell

These wandering souls came to the empty reincarnation gate and lingered because...the reincarnation gate was not opened at all.

Until a year later, Yang Shou glanced at the whole prehistoric world, um, not a single soul was wandering.

At this time, in a certain place in the southern region, the phantom of the door of reincarnation stood quietly between the heaven and the earth, and even Tianzun couldn't see the existence of this door.

Because... this door is formed by the condensed power of the soul, and it is the expression of Loki's pinnacle in the way of the soul, but Hong Huang's research on the way of the soul is too superficial, even Tianzun did not study it in depth, only Daozu can vaguely Feel the door.

Consciousness is the advancement of spiritual power, and soul is the further advancement of consciousness. Although Tianzun is strong, more energy is put on the research of the Dao.

Therefore, none of the three holy places in the southern region noticed anything abnormal.

In front of the reincarnation gate, thirty-two souls gathered at this time and were communicating with each other.

"Huh? Didn't expect us to be the same kind?"

"Can you hear the old man?"

"Where is this place? What is this door?"

"Where am I? Who am I? What am I going to do?"

...

One by one souls communicate with each other, because of the reincarnation gate, most of them met for the first time in the great wilderness of Nuoda.

Moreover, among the thirty-two souls, there are still a few who have just died, and have just become a soul state not long ago, and are very ignorant of everything.

After wandering for a long time, they finally saw their own kind and asked for advice enthusiastically, only to be told that they had become ghosts.

"After becoming a ghost, you can't touch things in the world, people can't hear you, you can't touch anything, you can only continue to wait for death, and then die a second time."

Experienced "old ghosts" narrated their experiences to those new ghosts.

"As far as the old man knows, we have existed for about a hundred years. Only monks who have attained enlightenment are eligible to become ghosts, and this old man...has been a ghost for ninety-nine years."

"Ah? Then don't you have another year to die again?"

Some newcomers said regretfully, while others asked various questions.

"Dare to ask senior, is it the loose cultivator Wang Ling who died fighting against the Blood Sea Clan a hundred years ago?"

There was a new ghost, very young, looking at the oldest ghost, he couldn't help asking.

"Huh? Unexpectedly, after a hundred years, someone still remembers the old man?"

The old ghost, that is, Wang Ling stroked his beard and nodded.

Back then when the Blood Sea Clan invaded an island, he was the one who led the island monks to defend it, and was finally bitten to death by a huge Blood Sea Clan, leaving no bones left.

At that time, his soul state survived, and he thought he had accomplished some kind of magical skill, but in the end he found that he could only live as a human being, a ghost and a ghost.

Unable to touch anything in the world, these things seem to have completely lost their fate.

Then, he wandered around the prehistoric places, and occasionally met an existence like him, and after communicating with each other, he realized that in this state, he could only wait for death passively.

And they only have a survival time of one hundred years. After one hundred years, they will completely dissipate and disappear in the world.

People are different, ghosts are not ghosts, in the end, he simply named this state of himself a ghost, and called himself an old ghost.

Just as they were communicating, a voice sounded.

"Boom!"

The door of reincarnation opened suddenly, and the souls who were lingering outside the door of reincarnation and refused to leave raised their heads one after another.

The old ghost Wang Ling also looked at the huge door of reincarnation, and an irresistible attraction came from inside, attracting him to move forward.

"Maybe this is our new world?"

He thought so in his heart, because of the appearance of the reincarnation gate, so many of his kind were summoned.

Soon, all thirty-two souls entered the reincarnation gate and embarked on an endless road.

At the moment of shuttling through the gate of reincarnation, without exception, most of the thirty-two souls disappeared, and they walked dimly and extremely weakly on this road with no end in sight.

"Senior Wang, where is this place?"

There were many newcomers gathered around Wang Ling, even if Wang Ling had gone through the exhaustion of traveling between the two worlds, and his soul was sluggish, it would not take long for him to dissipate.

But he didn't have the slightest worry or fear. He smiled and said to these juniors: "I don't know, the breath here is very soft, maybe it's our final destination."

He took the lead and led thirty-one souls on the path of guidance.

It was dark all around, but they were born to live with the night, and they were close to the darkness. None of them felt afraid, but each of them felt inexplicably kind.

Especially walking on this endless road, they really have a sense of belonging in their hearts.

On the reception platform, Yang Shou's phantom half-closed his eyes, watching Wang Ling and the others walking towards him.

"The first batch of errands are here."

Looking at the thirty-two people, Yang Shou couldn't help laughing. They are the foundation of the future prosperity of the reincarnation world.

According to his vision, the receiving platform is responsible for guiding souls into the realm of reincarnation, and after the receiving platform, there is the real realm of reincarnation. A hell needs to be established to help manage these souls.

As for the underworld, there are always people who need to work, and they are the first batch of aborigines in the world of reincarnation.

But... the premise is to go through the baptism of the light of death.

In order to create this world, Yang Shou also took out the light of death.

"The light of death can not only cut off the cultivation, but also cut off the memory. There is no need for Meng Po, but there must be someone in charge of it."

Yang Shou groaned, looking at Wang Ling who took the lead, he already had a candidate.

He also investigated Wang Ling's identity during his lifetime. He was killed by the Blood Sea Clan in order to protect the creatures of an island.

Pure and kind in nature, after the flash of death wiped out the memory of his life, he can completely control the light of death and form an underworld team.

While Yang Shou was pondering, Wang Ling took the rest of the souls and walked the long road to the reception platform.

When they saw the first scene, they were terrified.

A huge phantom floated on the reception platform, holding a black heart in its hand, just looking at it, all souls felt pain and fell to their knees.

"Don't look, everyone don't look at him!"

Wang Ling was the first to react, quickly closed his eyes, and shouted at the same time.

"This... this must be a great existence in this world, don't blaspheme him!"

He muttered, recalling the scene he saw just now, with lingering fear in his heart.

"He should be passing by here. I'm just an ant in his eyes. If you speak in a low voice, you'll be fine soon."

Wang Ling gradually lowered his voice and said to the others.

As the oldest and most experienced person in the team, Wang Ling's words were quickly recognized by the others, who prostrated themselves on the ground, not daring to raise their heads.

They are waiting, waiting for this great existence to leave.

"Wang Ling."

As a result, after waiting for a long time, I didn't wait for the voice of this great being to leave, but I waited for two words.

The old ghost Wang Ling was taken aback for a moment, then smiled wryly, prostrated himself on the ground, and kowtowed: "The unknown existence, are you looking for me?"

His voice was very careful, for fear that he would accidentally annoy this existence who would give him a splitting headache and swollen pain just by looking at it.

This unknown world, the unknown road, are telling him that this place is very dangerous.

"I am the Lord of Reincarnation. I created the Reincarnation Realm and controlled the creatures of all realms. I urgently need someone to manage it for me. Would you like it?"

When Yang Shou's voice came, it was grand and majestic, full of irreversible and irreversible momentum.

Wang Ling's eyes widened, he couldn't believe that he had encountered such an opportunity, and it took him a long time to react.

"Yes, yes, I will!"

Three yeses in a row, Wang Ling said without any hesitation.

If he didn't want to, he still had a year to live at most, especially after passing through the reincarnation gate, his body was weakened by half, and he would die soon.

"If I want to establish the underworld, I need thirty people from the underworld, one from Yan Luo, and one judge, but I need to erase the memory of the previous life. From then on, you will be people in the reincarnation world, and you will only belong to the reincarnation world!"

Yang Shou's voice continued, causing the rest of the souls except Wang Ling to be taken aback.

After being stunned, everyone nodded.

The world of reincarnation was first established, and as the first batch of souls, there is still a business establishment...

"We do, we do..."

Everyone was nodding, but none of them dared to raise their heads, because they were so weak that they couldn't face up to the majesty of the Lord of Reincarnation.

Yang Shou nodded lightly and said nothing, he was still waiting for Wang Ling's reply.

"The great Lord of Reincarnation, I...will."

Unlike the others, Wang Ling pondered for a long time, wondering if he should abandon his past and start over.

In the ninety-nine years of being a ghost, he wandered in the prehistoric wilderness, came into contact with all kinds of people and things, but he was powerless, unable to change anything at all.

No one can hear his words, no one can understand what has happened to him in these ninety-nine years.

But right now, there's a chance to start over...

With Wang Ling's consent, Yang Shou showed a smile: "Congratulations, you have become the first Yan Luo. The way of heaven and earth, every drink and peck, has a fixed number. If you lead all living beings, you may get a seventh-level certificate in the future." .”

This world was derived from the power of faith of a saint, with the foundation of the power of faith, and the world of reincarnation will grow in the future. As the first Yama, it is not impossible to prove the seventh level.

"Thank you for the trust of the lord of reincarnation. I, Wang Ling, will definitely be a good Yama, lead all living beings in the world, and prosper the reincarnation world!"

For Yang Shou's promotion, Wang Ling was very grateful. When he died, he would not only survive, but also be reborn. With his character of knowing how to repay his kindness, he had silently made a promise to this phantom that he couldn't look directly at. .

Forget about the past, life after life, only belongs to the world of reincarnation!

"So, great kindness."

Yang Shou nodded with a smile, activated the light of death, and wiped away all the past and all memories for everyone.

"From today onwards, you will start to form the underworld to attract sentient beings."

After erasing everyone's memories, Yang Shou handed the death light to Wang Ling and told him how to activate it.

"This treasure can not only cut off the memory of all living beings, but also cut down the cultivation base and life span. There is nothing that can't be cut. It can help you suppress the underworld."