The saint starts out by traveling around the world with a group of elves.

Chapter 508: Ghost King Succession Ceremony

"Xinrou, let's go!"

At the Zixiao Palace headquarters in the Tiangu Realm, Linglong and Huangquan Wu Xinrou have already made preparations and plan to go to Huangquan.

"Well, Linglong, hold my hand tightly later."

Wu Xinrou nodded, then sat cross-legged. [Heaven and Earth Are Supreme] manifested, then separated from her original body, became independent in a miraculous way, and then turned into a second Wu Xinrou.

Linglong hurriedly grabbed Wu Xinrou's hand. Along with the inexplicable pulling feeling in her heart, the surrounding scene quickly blurred. When she opened her eyes again, she saw paper money flying in the sky and the dark and endless Yellow Springs Road leading to nowhere.

"Let's go."

Because they were not ghosts, Wu Xinrou and Linglong did not feel fear and avoided the cracks on the road. As they continued to move forward, ghosts began to appear, standing on tiptoe with numb faces.

Linglong seemed a little scared and unconsciously pressed close to Wu Xinrou, while the latter had a calm expression on her face. Wu Xinrou had no fear of ghosts and gods.

Without any trouble, Wu Xinrou brought Linglong to the bank of Wangchuan River. Looking at the calm Wangchuan River, both women were amazed.

They are not newbies, and the Forgotten River before their eyes is not a river in the conventional sense.

"Finally here, the final candidate for the Ghost King!"

"Come with me quickly, the ceremony to succeed the Ghost King of the Sword Mountain Hell is about to begin!!"

A broken [Death Species Bag] came out from somewhere, flew in front of Wu Xinrou, and immediately spoke in a hurry.

After saying that, the mouth of its bag suddenly opened wide, forming an alien portal, the meaning of which was self-evident.

"Um, Xinrou, do you recognize it?"

Linglong was a little curious, but Wu Xinrou was also confused about this. She didn't remember that she had ever been a candidate for the Ghost King.

"Go ahead. The opportunity for transformation to the fifth form of Guixu lies in the Yellow Spring Ghost King."

But at this moment, a familiar voice suddenly sounded. Wu Xinrou and Linglong were both stunned, and then looked to their side in surprise.

Chu Yi was staring at the Wangchuan River, with an indescribable nostalgia in his eyes.

"Master!"

"Brother Chu Yi!"

Chu Yi responded with a smile that there can only be eighteen Underworld Ghost Kings, corresponding to the eighteen levels of the Avici Hell. Of course, there are only three levels of hell now.

The qualification to be a candidate for the Ghost King of the Knife Mountain Hell is not only precious in the ordinary sense, but it can also be regarded as a kind of return from that ghost thing.

“The Huangquan of the Ancient Heaven Realm was born not long ago, but as long as we can survive this disaster caused by the demons, the future will definitely be promising.”

"Xinrou, becoming the Yellow Spring Ghost King is not easy, but it is of great significance both to you and to Blue Star."

"Moreover, the fifth move of Guixu, Wangchuan Wudu, is a fist that is comparable to or even surpasses the Art of the Void. What you need to do is to perfect it."

Chu Yi explained the reason. If it weren’t for his story, Huang Quan might not have been born so early, and his name might have changed, but his inner essence would not change.

Those who created monsters have a common problem, which is that they tend to underestimate these "natives" who have not transcended and do not even have a clear concept of the universe.

Little do we know that until the last moment, the confidence of victory will always be just an illusion.

Wu Xinrou was a little surprised. She seldom heard such high evaluation from Chu Yi. In her heart, she attached great importance to the Underworld World.

"Yes, Master!"

Chu Yi was right in saying that the fifth move of Guixu, Wangchuan Wudu, had not yet been perfected, or was just a prototype. Wu Xinrou was very happy that this move had received such a high evaluation from Chu Yi.

But Wu Xinrou also felt a little pressure in her heart.

No matter what, she couldn't let her master down!

Having made up his mind secretly, Chu Yi smiled and nodded when he saw this, and then took the lead to enter the entrance of the [Death Bag]. The Eighteen Levels of Hell do not exist in conventional space. The Yellow Springs World is likened to a mirror, and the Eighteen Levels of Hell are in the world of mirror in mirror.

Wu Xinrou and Linglong followed closely behind, as if they had passed through a layer of bubbles, and the scene before them changed instantly.

To put it simply, everything here is related to the two concepts of "piercing" and "cutting". The bark of the trees is covered with densely packed sharp knives, and even the leaves are completely thorn-shaped. In the soil on the ground, including on the rocks, there are broken knives of different sizes and shapes growing one after another.

Every gap was filled, and a fluid silver light emanated from the air, but a closer look revealed that these stardust-like silver fluids were actually floating tiny blades that filled every inch of space.

The most eye-catching thing is undoubtedly the mountains here. On the plain terrain that stretches for tens of thousands of miles, there are endless mountains of swords as far as the eye can see.

Needle-shaped knives, triangular-edged knives, willow-leaf-shaped knives, long knives, short knives, complete knives, broken knives, etc. All knives or the concepts of "piercing" and "cutting" can be found in these mountains of knives.

Just one look and you can feel the phantom pain of your flesh being cut. It is hard to imagine how painful it would be to climb these mountains of knives.

Linglong was startled for a moment, but she soon discovered that the blades that pierced her body were actually in a virtual state, or in other words, as outsiders, they were in a virtual state, so they would not be hurt by any of the knives.

"The Mountain of Knives Hell. Those who hurt innocent people with sharp weapons or words during their lifetime will go to the Mountain of Knives Hell. Of course, the Huangquan system is not perfect yet. The dead souls with karma will go to which hell depending on their luck."

"But no matter which hell it is, the suffering is not pleasant."

Chu Yi did some scientific research and walked in one direction with ease. The destination was also very obvious. The largest knife mountain with a large number of ghosts not far away was the venue for the succession ceremony of the Ghost King of the Knife Mountain Hell.

"Finally here, it's so slow, tsk~! How come you're still a little girl?"

As soon as she approached, a bearded, fleshy human dead man looked straight over. He ignored Chu Yi and Linglong and glanced at Wu Xinrou with raised eyebrows.

There is some kind of connection between each candidate for Ghost King, so it is not surprising that they locked on Wu Xinrou.

"What a trouble. You humans are just going through the motions. What a waste of time."

After the sturdy man finished speaking, a foreigner with four arms and a height of two meters and five spoke, his tone full of disdain and contempt.

Wu Xinrou looked at him for a second longer, and then based on the vague sensation, she locked onto nine targets among the group of dead.

On the human side, besides her and the bearded burly man, there was also a somewhat dull young man with a sword. Of the remaining seven dead, Wu Xinrou could tell that three of them were from the demon race.

However, this vague hostility made Wu Xinrou feel a little surprised.