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Chapter 2722

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Su Zimo slowed down his footsteps and gradually fell behind the crowd.

Not long after, everyone arrived in front of a rolling yellow river. On the surface of the river, there was a mottled stone bridge that led to the other side.

On this side of the stone bridge, there was a stone tablet with the words' Bridge of Helplessness' written on it.

"This river is the River of Forgetfulness. Get on the bridge."

An imp from the Underworld urged.

Now that they were here, the living beings had no way out. They could only get on the bridge and walk towards the other side.

From Wu Dao's main body, they learned that the so-called River of Forgetfulness was actually Hell's Acheron!

The souls that boarded the Bridge of Helplessness were washed away by the mist of Hell's Acheron. Their memories of their previous lives were erased and they turned blank before entering the cycle of reincarnation.

Many living beings walked towards the Bridge of Helplessness one after another. Su Zimo stood motionless on the spot.

"What are you standing there for?"

An imp from the Underworld could not help but frown when he saw Su Zimo standing on the spot.

"Waiting for someone."

Su Zimo replied.

"Haha!"

The imps from the Underworld laughed when they heard that.

One of them had a mocking expression as he asked teasingly, "Why? There's someone else accompanying you on your journey?"

"Stop dawdling and cross the bridge!"

Another imp from the Underworld urged impatiently.

Su Zimo remained standing on the spot silently.

"I think you're courting death!"

An imp from the Underworld strode forward and raised the whip in his hand, whipping it towards Su Zimo!

The others were already used to this scene.

The other imps were also used to it.

Every batch of souls that arrived here would have some who refused to be disciplined and were unwilling to accept it.

Some were even tortured to death by the imps of the Underworld and their souls were thrown into the River of Forgetfulness so that they could not enter the cycle of reincarnation.

The imps of the Underworld had seen many people like Su Zimo.

The whip descended from the sky. Su Zimo knew that this whip was specially refined to restrain souls.

However, he refused to be humiliated and reached out to grab the whip!

Piak!

The long whip fell into his hand.

He didn't feel too much of an impact. Instead, a strange brilliance appeared on his body, and a Dao imprint appeared.

"Hmm?"

This scene caused the little ghosts of the Underworld to frown slightly.

Even Su Zimo was stunned.

Normally speaking, since he'd already perished, no matter what Dao Art he cultivated, it had already fallen into the body of Qinglian that had perished, and it was impossible for her to bring it into the Netherworld.

This was what the so-called death of the body and the disappearance of the Dao meant.

And now, there was actually a Daoist imprint on his soul that followed him to the Underworld.

It was this Dao imprint that helped him withstand the damage from Imp's whip.

"Heaven Burying Scripture?"

Su Zimo was a little surprised.

He had cultivated the Sky Burial Scripture for many years. Although he had gained a lot, he was still confused.

This cultivation method was indeed powerful, but compared to the other forbidden secret techniques that he had cultivated, the Sky Burying Scripture did not seem to have reached the level of a forbidden secret technique.

It wasn't until this moment that Su Zimo gradually understood that the current scene was probably the reason why the Sky Burying Scripture had become a forbidden secret technique!

The Dao Art of the Sky Burying Scripture was actually imprinted on his soul.

Although he was dead, the Dao Art of the Sky Burying Scripture had not disappeared!

And it followed his soul into the Underworld.

This situation was a bit similar to the reincarnation of a True Immortal.

Generally speaking, the reincarnation of a True Immortal would have an Immortal King powerhouse cast a spell and leave behind a Dao Art imprint so that it would be convenient to receive after reincarnation.

And now, Su Zimo didn't have anyone's help. With the Dao Art in the Sky Burying Scripture, a similar situation had occurred!

"Hmph!"

A little ghost of the Underworld sneered and said, "So there was an expert who left a mark to receive you and reincarnate. I've seen this kind of situation many times."

"If you were obedient and I was in a good mood, I might let you get away with it. But in the Underworld, you still dare to resist. You're really tired of living! "

Another little ghost of the Underworld shook the chain in his hand and said fiercely, "Everyone, let's attack together and grind away the Dao Art imprint on this person and kill him!"

Whoosh!

Dozens of chains descended from the sky and interweaved into a large net, enveloping Su Zimo and quickly binding him to the spot.

Su Zimo looked at the many little ghosts of the Underworld around him and said coldly, "I think you guys are the ones who are tired of living!"

As soon as he finished speaking, the void above everyone's heads suddenly split open. A cold wind billowed inside, and the cold air was eerie.

Immediately after, two figures descended.

One of them was wearing a wide cloak that covered himself tightly and could not be seen clearly.

The other was wearing a purple robe and a silver mask on his face. Two balls of purple flames were faintly burning in his eyes!

The aura of these two people was obviously very different from the Underworld.

"Who are you people?"

A little ghost of the Underworld scolded fiercely.

"Scram!"

Wu Dao waved his sleeves and burst out a scorching wave of air.

Dozens of little ghosts of the Underworld were instantly reduced to ashes!

The tall figure wearing a cloak beside him was the Void Yaksha.

At that moment, his expression was terrible as he muttered, "With such a huge commotion, the experts of the Underworld must have rushed over!"

Right then, a gust of cold wind blew.

Not far away, two figures gradually appeared in the white fog. One was tall and one was short, one was fat and one was thin.

The one on the left was tall and thin. He was all smiles but his face was frighteningly pale. He wore a pointed hat with the words' Wealth at First Sight 'written on it.

The one on the right had a fierce face. He was wide and fat with a small and dark face. He also wore a hat with the words' World Peace 'written on it.

Clang!

Clang! Both of them held handcuffs and shackles in their hands as they walked towards Wu Dao's main body.

"Black and White Impermanence!"

When the Void Yaksha saw the two of them, he frowned and said, "Be careful. The handcuffs and shackles on their hands are binding their Essence Spirits and souls!"

"Who are you? How dare you behave atrociously in the Underworld?"

Black Impermanence's expression was dark as he glared at Wu Dao's main body and the Void Yaksha, saying slowly, "Reveal your true appearance and let us take a look!"

White Impermanence was all smiles. "Can't we just take a look ourselves?"

The moment White Impermanence spoke, a scarlet tongue drooped down and tore through the air, coiling towards Wu Dao's main body and the Void Yaksha!

A stench assaulted their noses.

Black Impermanence attacked at the same time and flung the handcuffs and shackles in his hands forward!

Wu Dao's main body could clearly sense a strange power trying to break through his Mask of Mo Luo and descend into his consciousness.

A series of ripples appeared on the Mask of Mo Luo and many ghostly faces appeared.

Those attacks that targeted the Essence Spirit and soul could not break through the obstruction of the Mask of Mo Luo.

The Void Yaksha roared and tore apart the cloak on his body. His spirit consciousness condensed at his glabella as he prepared for battle.

Wu Dao's main body did not move at all and merely channeled his spirit consciousness.

Swoosh!

A ball of purple flames rose from the White Impermanence's long tongue and the Black Impermanence's handcuffs and shackles!

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