As the Weird King finished speaking, the entire underground palace seemed to start to shake. Yang Pingan seemed to be in a state of complete weightlessness, and his soul power seemed to disappear without a trace, as if he had become an ordinary person. The Golden Dragon Spirit seems to have no connection at all at this moment.
And Yang Ping'an seemed to be falling rapidly, as if he had been subject to a huge suction force, and he passed out. After an unknown amount of time, he gradually woke up.
When Yang Pingan observed the surrounding environment again, he seemed to be on a very large altar. The altar was a hundred meters long and wide, with a huge statue in the middle, which looked like an evil ghost.
In particular, the statue opens a huge mouth and sticks out a long tongue, like a staircase. I wonder where it leads to?
Yang Ping'an carefully observed around the altar. There seemed to be no way out, as if he was in a different space.
At this moment, the huge statue's eyes were red, and it seemed to be emitting endless black energy, surrounding Yang Pingan. At this moment, Yang Pingan felt that his whole body was cold, as if endless breath was integrated into his body, and finally all the breath gathered together A black sickle mark was formed between Yang Ping'an's eyebrows.
A voice appeared in Yang Ping'an's mind: "The successor of the God of Death needs to live towards death. Take the first of the nine tests of the God of Death. Walk through the Netherworld Road. There is no time limit. If you fail the test, you will die."
When Yang Ping'an came to his senses again, nothing seemed to have changed around him, the only difference was. The tongue of the demon statue seems to be filled with endless black breath, as if it is really leading to hell.
Yang Pingan thought carefully for a while, finally gritted his teeth and started walking towards the strange stairs.
Before Yang Pingan stepped onto the stairs, a black plaque appeared on the stairs, with two words written on the plaque: Netherworld.
At this moment, Yang Ping'an roughly understood that the stairs formed by the tongues of the statue in front of him were probably the so-called Netherworld Road.
But now Yang Pingan had no way out, and stepped directly onto the stairs. At this moment, Yang Pingan felt that his whole person seemed to have undergone a great change. His height, which was originally close to two meters, suddenly turned into a tall one. As a child, the scene in front of me has also changed greatly, as if I have returned to the time when I opened my eyes for the first time after being born.
Yang Ping'an ignored the changes in his body, and ignored the black aura coming from the Netherworld Road, and took the first step with all his strength.
But just at this step, a very strange scene appeared in front of me. The surrounding seemed to be full of laughter and laughter. A middle-aged man was holding a child, and there was a very beautiful woman on the bed. However, it seemed that she was too excited at this moment. I was tired and my whole body seemed very weak.
The middle-aged man was full of smiles: "Wife, this is our son. I named him Ping An. I hope he will grow up in peace and let him live in peace for the rest of his life."
The beautiful woman stroked the child's face: "Okay, Xiaohui, our child will be called Ping An."
Yang Ping'an looked at the scene in front of him and burst into tears at this moment, because this was the first day he came into this world, and it was also his happiest day.
Yang Pingan seemed to be very reluctant to let go of the scene in front of him, but he still tried his best to take the second step. The scene in front of his eyes flashed, and it seemed that he had arrived at the next day. At this moment, Yu Xiaohui was holding the newborn child, as if Greet all kinds of guests with smiles in your eyes.
After walking a few steps in a row, Yang Ping'an seemed to gradually understand the meaning of this Netherworld Road. It was to allow himself to walk through this life again, to taste the ups and downs of this life, and to taste the love and hatred of this life again, especially Yang. Ping An also felt that on this Netherworld Road, his senses seemed to have expanded countless times, and he seemed to be very easily affected by the scene in front of him.
What Yang Pingan didn't know was that there seemed to be a pair of blood-red eyes in the space, staring at Yang Pingan: "Within life comes death. From birth to death, it is the netherworld. I hope you can face your feelings and transcend." Don’t lose yourself in your own feelings, otherwise this road to the underworld will be a road to hell.”
In the surrounding area that Yang Ping'an couldn't see, the Netherworld Road seemed to be filled with bones. They were obviously people who had been lost on this Netherworld Road.
After every step Yang Pingan takes, each step represents a day, it seems that the whole person will return to the scene of that day. The emotions seem to be magnified countless times, making people extremely intoxicated. And every step he takes, it seems that he has entered a new day.
As time goes by, Yang Ping'an seems to be gradually lost and obsessed with this kind of memory. He even forgets why he is walking on this road. He hopes to go back to the past so that maybe he can Change the tragedy of your parents.
I don't know how long it took for Yang Ping'an to pass seven hundred and fifty days, that is, when he was two years old, he was also the source of all tragedies.
Yang Ping'an watched helplessly as his parents were being hunted down. His whole body seemed to be full of resentment, and a murderous aura rose into the sky, as if he wanted to tear the Yuluo Mian into pieces.
But at this moment, there seemed to be a coolness gradually integrating into her heart. It was a drop of tear. Yang Yulan ran all the way towards the young Yang Ping'an, but she held him tightly in her arms no matter how dangerous it was, and the drop of tear came from Yang Yulan's eyes flowed out, dripping onto Yang Ping'an's young face.
Perhaps it was this mother's love that allowed me to regain some clarity, and my mind returned to this dark road.
Yang Ping'an gritted his teeth and took another step regardless of the scene in front of him. Just like his mother named herself, she hoped that she would be safe in this life, and I'm afraid she also hoped that she would walk through this dark road safely.
Just taking another step, Yang Ping'an suddenly woke up. This Netherworld Road is to allow him to walk through all the roads in this life again, including all his love, all his feelings, and even all his choices. If he If you get lost in it, you may be in danger of being lost. Especially the black aura on the Netherworld Road, which seems to gradually begin to integrate into your body and soul with every step you take, a bit like the Poseidon's Light transforming your body. The only difference is that the Poseidon's Light focuses on the transformation of the body. , and this power of death invades his own soul. As long as he makes the slightest mistake, he may be shattered into pieces in an instant.
Yang Pingan carefully observed the Netherworld Road. It seemed like a ladder to heaven, and it seemed to be getting narrower and narrower. It was nearly two meters wide at first, but now it was less than one meter wide, especially at the top of the Netherworld Road. It was actually less than half a foot, and the two sides seemed to be like cliffs.
In the end, Yang Pingan gritted his teeth and took another step forward regardless of the scene in front of him.
As time went by, Yang Ping'an himself didn't know how much time had passed. The scene in front of him was like watching flowers on horseback. The original child gradually turned into a young man.
During this period, Yang Ping'an experienced endless pain, including the day his father died, his mother's tears, her last breath, and her hard training within the academy. , and even included the various thrills of hunting soul beasts by himself.
As he walked further on the Netherworld Road, Yang Ping'an's whole body seemed to have undergone other changes. His originally slightly golden skin seemed to gradually become darker, and the black lines in the middle of his skin seemed to become increasingly darker. Densely, even forming a large network, covering every inch of skin and even every cell of the body.
Two of the most thrilling moments were when I was killing Yu Luo Mian and Tang Hao. As the scene in my eyes changed, I also felt a shocking rage, my eyes were red, and it seemed that my body was about to lose control at any time, as if I was about to fall into this netherworld. The road is average.
When I reached my current age, that is, when I entered the Netherworld Road, my skin seemed to have completely turned dark, and my body was already exuding a black aura. However, it seemed that this was not the end of the Netherworld Road, but rather another. Start.
Although Yang Ping'an himself was a little puzzled, he continued to move forward.
But after walking up almost three hundred steps, it seemed that a very terrifying situation had entered before us.
Yang Pingan seemed to be on a certain battlefield. Three figures a hundred feet tall appeared in the sky. One of them turned into a huge angel, holding a golden sword. This was Qian Renxue after becoming a god. Bibi Dong was also dressed in black and held a huge Rakshasa Demon Scythe.
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Opposite them, a huge blood-red figure, holding a blood-red sword in his hand, his eyes seemed to be full of hatred, it was Shura God Tang San.
Yang Ping'an was startled. He looked around carefully. It seemed to be a huge battlefield. It should be the legendary Battle of Jialing Pass. Countless people on both sides fell in a pool of blood, including his master Ju Douluo and his uncle ghost. Douluo, and even countless masters from the Spirit Empire.
And Yang Ping'an was just an ordinary member of the Wuhun Empire at the moment. Although his soul power had reached the peak of level ninety-nine, he seemed so insignificant in the face of the three major gods.
Especially Shura God Tang San, holding the Shura Demon Sword in his hand, killed Bibi Dong and Qian Renxue successively, and finally came to Yang Pingan and roared: "Yang Pingan, you kill my father, whether it is you or someone related to you." I will cut them into pieces.”
Even if Yang Pingan tried his best, he seemed to have no resistance under the Shura Demon Sword. He even vaguely saw the bodies of Shui Bing'er and others, and it seemed that his eyes were like a sea of blood.
At this moment, Yang Pingan's body emitted a terrifying murderous aura, and a black aura spread throughout the world, like a god of death.
When Yang Ping'an regained his consciousness again, he had already reached the end of Netherworld Road. There were cliffs on both sides. If he didn't pay attention, he would fall. I'm afraid he would be doomed.
Yang Ping'an knew very well that the situation in front of him was probably the real fear in his heart. Only by breaking the fear in his heart, or even defeating it, could he possibly take this final step.
At this moment, Yang Ping'an seemed to have thought of something, and his heart suddenly became extremely calm. He recited the Heart Sutra silently: Emptiness is color, form is emptiness, emptiness is not different from color, and color is not different from emptiness.
Everything in front of you is just an illusion. As long as your heart is strong enough, you can remain motionless and defeat any enemy and conquer the fear in your heart.
As Yang Ping's heart became calmer and calmer, his whole body was like the sea. Even if he encountered huge waves, he would remain unmoved.
With the incomparable emptiness and calmness in Yang Ping'an's heart, he finally slowly took the last step and stood at the end of the Netherworld Road.
At this moment, the entire Netherworld Road collapsed layer by layer, and in the end only Yang Ping'an was left standing at the top.
At this moment, a voice came from Yang Ping'an's mind: "Complete the first of the Nine Examinations of the God of Death, pass the Netherworld Road, and you will be rewarded with 10% affinity with the God of Death."
Then there seemed to be a huge suction force coming from the sky. When Yang Ping'an reacted again, he had already returned to the underground palace of the God of Death. (End of chapter)