Chapter 620: Wangchuan

Xiao Chen fell into a dream. Gradually, he heard the sound of flowing water, as if carrying the dream of the previous life. However, he didn't know if there were still flowers blooming on the other side of the Wangchuan River.

"Plop!"

With a clear sound, Xiao Chen fell into the flowing river. The river water was muddy and red. Under the whirlpools of various sizes, there seemed to be countless resentful spirits who died in vain. They kept howling and were bound by the Wangchuan River, unable to enter the reincarnation cycle.

It was unknown where the river led to, and whether it led to the Yellow Spring under the Nine Netherworlds. Xiao Chen lost consciousness and could not feel the coldness of the river water at this moment, nor the pain in his body. He just followed the river and didn't know where to go.

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Speaking of Shenquezi, he was first injured by Xiao Chen's "Human Sword" launched by Emperor Gu, then shocked by the palm power of the withered wood dragon's roar, and finally shot into his left arm by a blood-transforming needle. If he had not been in the Cave Ruins Realm and had not absorbed Xuanjizi's blood soul not long ago, he would have died long ago.

At this time, he struggled to get back to the top of the cliff. His left arm, which was shot with the blood-transforming needle, had gradually lost consciousness.

Shenquezi's face was shocked. He had no time to think about it. He hurriedly operated the mysterious skills to force the blood-transforming needle out of his arm. Otherwise, in half a minute, even if it would not threaten his life, this arm would most likely be lost.

After a while, there was a "swish" sound. Under the moonlight, the silver needle was finally forced out by him, but his left arm was still numb and had no consciousness.

Shenquezi's face became more and more gloomy. He had never been so embarrassed since he entered the Cave Ruins Realm. This time, not only did his junior brother die, but he himself was also embarrassed by a person who had not yet transformed into a god. Not only was he seriously injured by a sword, but he almost lost his life. How could he swallow this breath?

"Xiao Yichen, when I catch you, I will definitely grind you to ashes..."

Shenquezi's eyes became more and more terrifying. When he was about to use the Ten-Day Soul-Chasing Curse to track Xiao Chen's whereabouts, he unexpectedly found that the Ten-Day Soul-Chasing Curse had already failed.

"What's going on?"

Shenquezi's face froze, and he immediately looked down the cliff. However, it was pitch black below, and he could not see anything. Once the Ten-Day Soul-Chasing Curse was issued, it would never be interrupted as long as it was within ten days. There was only one possibility, that is, the other party had died.

"That kid... is he dead?"

Shen Quezi focused his eyes again, but he couldn't find out the situation under the cliff by using his spiritual sense or other means. But he didn't believe that Xiao Chen would die so easily, but why did the Ten Days Soul Chasing Curse lose its sensitivity?

Just when he was puzzled, suddenly, the whole cliff shook violently, and the sky was full of smoke and dust, as if a demon that had been silent for ten thousand years was about to rush out from the depths of the ground. A terrifying aura instantly enveloped the surroundings.

Shen Quezi was suddenly shocked. Even though he had reached such a level of cultivation, he felt depressed at this time. He no longer hesitated and immediately ran in the direction he came from. Finally, after a while, he escaped from this strange place.

The next day, he sent his divine consciousness and summoned all the disciples. However, no matter how he looked, he couldn't find the strange path last night. The strange path disappeared, and the strange place seemed to have disappeared suddenly. No matter how he looked, he couldn't find it.

Before he knew it, it was getting dark again. Shen Quezi still didn't give up and ordered everyone to search around here. Even if he had to turn the place upside down, he would find Xiao Chen.

However, after searching for three days and three nights, the people of Taishi Daomen didn't find the strange path and the strange place he said, let alone Xiao Chen.

At this time, Shen Quezi slowly recalled that three days ago was like a dream, but the sword wound on his chest, the left arm that was slowly regaining consciousness, and the Di Gu evil spirit that penetrated deep into his bone marrow and slowly eroded him, clearly told him that everything that night was real and it couldn't be a dream. But where is Xiao Chen now?

"Elder... Elder!"

Just then, a disciple from a distance hurried over, panting and saying, "Elder Shenque, we searched along the route you said, and searched a thousand miles, but there was no trace of Xiao Yichen. Now... should we continue to search?"

After listening, Shenquezi slowly fell into deep thought. Now the Ten-Day Soul Chasing Curse has no effect, and the boy's breath has completely disappeared. To search in this vast mountain range is like looking for a needle in a haystack. But even if it is like looking for a needle in a haystack, he must find Xiao Chen. The question is... what to do now?

"Elder Shenque!"

At this time, another old man in red came from a distance in a hurry, and there were more than 20 disciples behind him. This person was one of the two gods who chased Xiao Chen into the Endless Mountains last time, Yun Zhongxuan from the Qianji Pavilion of Taishi Daomen.

Seeing this person coming, Shenquezi's eyes narrowed, "Why are you so nervous?"

"Reporting to the elder..."

Yun Zhongxuan immediately got off the flying sword, looking a little uneasy, and said with a folded hand, "We found the traces of Mengxian Sect three thousand miles to the north. Many of us died in their hands outside before. If my guess is correct, this time it should be Mengxianer who personally led people into the mountain..."

"Mengxianer..."

When he heard this name, Shenquezi's eyes suddenly turned cold, and the dozen disciples behind him all felt a chill inexplicably.

After a while, I heard him say in a deep voice, "No matter what the people from the Mengxian Sect came in to do, our first priority is to find Xiao Yichen as soon as possible. We must not let him leave this mountain range. Order him down and let everyone outside , Everyone who can come, come in, even if this endless mountain range is sealed, he will never be allowed to escape! "

"Yes, disciple, I obey..."

Yun Zhongxuan only felt a little anxious and uneasy, and he cupped his hands, not daring to stay any longer, and immediately retreated.

Shenquezi looked at the looming green mountains in the distance, and his eyes suddenly became colder and more terrifying. "Xiao Yichen, Meng Xian'er, when I recover from my injury, none of you can escape from my Wuzhi Mountain..."

The cold moon was silent at night, and the cold wind was biting. Inside a cave, Shenquezi's face was terrifying. The sword wound on his chest was even more shocking. He was injured by Emperor Gu, and the vicious aura in the sword had penetrated deep into his bones. How could it be possible? Easily restored?

"puff!"

Spitting out a mouthful of purple-black blood, Shenquezi's face immediately turned paler and uglier. In order to recover from this injury, he had lost hundreds of years of Taoism. However, this sword wound never healed, and the evil spirit in the sword still remained in him. It is difficult to force it out of the body. If this continues, under the erosion of the sword energy day and night, not only will his moral conduct be reduced, but his life will definitely be endangered within three years.

"hey-hey……"

He laughed miserably and suddenly took out something from his sleeve, which was a strange black pill. The pill was shrouded in a layer of black mist and looked extremely evil.

"Mr. Guiwu, I didn't expect that the bet I made with you was actually right now. This time, the evil causes planted in the past have matured today. I will finally take this magic pill..."