Chapter 1480 Mortal Shen Styx

Immortal.

That is the existence of the Conferred God Realm!

He didn't dare to break through the opponent's bottom line at will.

"There's a boat here. Let's go there by boat." Han Chen absorbed all the mysterious atmosphere at this moment, so he and Wu Honghui could see the Styx clearly for a short time, and only then did they realize that there was a ferry.

"Ferry boat, ferry boat... Wild crossing is unmanned boat!"

"That's right, there should be a ferry here! According to legend, the underworld is an ominous place. Ordinary people cannot enter here. Only the dead will enter here. If ordinary people want to go to the underworld to do business, they can only do so through a There is another way, that is the ferry. It seems that we have come to the right place, this is the ferry port, as long as we get to the other side from here, I think we will have a chance to know whether this Guishan Lianquan is dead or not." He muttered a word, then explained the situation here, and finally took Han Chen onto the ferry with excitement.

There was nothing special about this ferry, but when they sat on it, their mental strength was severely restricted, even the storage ring was gone.

"Enter the gate of ghosts, do not worship Buddha, do not worship immortals, life is a mortal, death is a ghost. Ordinary people will sink their boats and fall into the bottom of the Styx River, and they will never turn over. Do you want to take a ferry?"

At this time, there was an empty voice coming back over the Styx River, which scared the two of them a little. Neither of them were prepared for the sudden sound.

Especially unknown enemies, they can't even find out where the sounding enemy is.

At this time, Na Honghui took out the red cloth in his hand and fixed it on his forehead, which looked as weird as it could be.

The image of this person suddenly became those zombie movies that he had seen on the earth before, but Han Chen was also a cultivator, so he naturally knew that he had to pretend to be a dead person at this time.

So Han Chen also imitated Kui Honghui, and fixed the rag on his forehead.

With the rag hanging on Han Chen's forehead, the boat really started to move, and the voice of the previous conversation disappeared at this time.

However, Han Chen could still see the half-length old man floating on the river from the front of the rag, circling forward non-stop.

Although the journey was relatively short, Han Chen broke out in a cold sweat, for fear that what the other party said would happen that mortals would sink into the river Styx.

But in the end, nothing like this happened, and soon Han Chen and Nai Honghui saw the other side of the forehead.

On the other side, it seems to be much quieter.

Han Chen always felt in a trance, as if he had returned to the busy city of the world. There were feasting and feasting everywhere, and some people could be seen enjoying themselves here, but subconsciously, Han Chen still knew that these people in front of him were all dead. Compared with people, they are people from two worlds.

Han Chen is now passing through the border to handle errands, which is why he ended up on Elm Ghost Street. Otherwise, who would want to come here?

Maybe it's the response of the people on earth. Seeing these is somewhat frightening.

Lu Hong Huixuan next to him calmed down a lot, and seemed not to be frightened by the scene in front of him, and walked through these places calmly, even through the bodies of some souls.

Han Chen didn't dare to dodge those ghosts honestly.

Some of these ghosts were not weak, but they were not enough for Han Chen.

"What should we do now?" Han Chen sent a voice transmission to the other party, and they were finally embedded in this Elm Street.

"Try to talk as little as possible, and don't transmit voices. We have arrived at the other party's base camp now, and we didn't expect it to be so lively here. It must be that it may not be easy on the Ghost Mountain and Lianquan. Daoists must be mentally prepared. We originally came here for the godhead, but now It is very possible that the news of the master's death in the godhead may be a fake news. We can only go ahead and see if the Guishan Lianquan really exists."

Na Lu Honghui explained through sound transmission.

Han Chen didn't dare to say another word. After all, they came in with talismans, not real ghosts. If something happened, Han Chen might not be able to stop it.

It's best to be careful.

After passing through Elm Street, I came to a tall house, but the whole house was designed in red, with some red and blue vines wrapped around it, and in the middle was a huge coconut-shaped palace, which was floating in the sky right now. In the sky above Elm Ghost Street, the palace seemed to have a lot of tentacles, and the tentacles controlled the ghosts on the ground one by one. If you look carefully, you can see some strange and strange liquids flowing in it.

Looking at the unique palace style, Han Chen felt that this place really looked like a huge and depressing hell.

However, the Liufang Division is just a management of the souls of the underworld. The truly terrifying purgatory should be the 18th hell under the jurisdiction of King Yama.

So there will be a lot of ghosts appearing at the party on Elm Street.

Han Chen didn't dare to be careless, and looked at each other with Nai Honghui, not knowing how to speak.

Han Chen could vaguely feel that there were two or three powerful and unparalleled forces inside, so Han Chen felt a little uncomfortable on his face. Those were not things Han Chen could resist.

But at this moment in the underworld, the breath of reincarnation is indeed very strong, but it is covered by the red cloth on his forehead. It seems that this red cloth can really help him walk into these ghost streets.

"We are waiting for the sacrifice they are waiting for. Their sacrifice is about to start. At that time, the Guishan Lianquan will inevitably appear. It needs the organization of Guishan Lianquan to make this sacrifice useful." Said.

Han Chen felt a little strange. Since the ghost mountain Lianquan was lonely, how could he explain the souls he saw at this time?

Doesn't it mean that he has no foundation of faith?

Those people on Elm Street are also his subordinates, so they must be his incense.

"Fellow Daoist Han must have a lot of ideas, but there's nothing wrong with them. You'll have to see clearly when the sacrifice is over, and you'll know everything by then." Zhu Honghui seemed to have seen through Han Chen's mind What I thought, so I reminded.

Han Chen took a deep look at the place, then stepped aside as if nothing had happened, and was about to adjust his breath. In fact, Han Chen was analyzing the palace to see where the mysterious atmosphere was strongest. At that time, Ao Bai had to recover his body here. OK.

By the way, let's take a look at the composition here.

Han Chen was still very careful, and didn't absorb the things here too much, causing a lot of commotion.