After Zhulong vomited eight essences and blood in a row, he suddenly became drowsy, and then fell beside Fang Chen with a bang.

Its eyes were closed, its face was pale, and its little claws twitched from time to time. The occasional breath made the ground condense into a piece of frost.

At the same time, a flying sword came from a distance and wandered around Fang Chen, looking very excited.

"Junior, where have you been going in the past two years?"

The learning from the Zhoutian.

"It has nothing to do with you. I just went out to explore the way for Xiao Chen."

Little Sword.

"I can calculate it if you don't say it."

"You're going to do it."

"Hmph, I won't do any business without spirit stones."

"Don't talk nonsense, is Xiao Chen going to restore his cultivation? I see that his aura has already built a foundation."

"Anyway, I really need to restore my cultivation, and I may directly condense the baby."

"Very good!"

"What a f*ck, he is very likely to go to the dark without any preparation."

"Just bring me with you."

"You? You and I don't think about going there. Black and White Paper Man can follow you. There is also this candle dragon. Unfortunately, its essence is too exhausted, so it is not very useful to follow you."

"Then I will protect Xiao Chen's body and wait for him to come back from the vagina."

Fang Chen's soul became more and more condensed. He saw Zhulong overdrawing his essence for himself, and also saw the black and white paper man and the small sword.

Unconsciously, all nine candle dragon essences were penetrated into his soul and finally merged with his soul.

The surrounding environment suddenly changed. When Fang Chen came to his senses, he had already appeared on a mountain road.

On both sides are pitch black and invisible, and there is no high mountain, but right in front of it is a river with rugged light.

The black and white paper man also came here with Fang Chen, and a look of surprise flashed in his eyes.

"here it is……"

The black paper man muttered to himself.

The white paper man looked around and his face was solemn: "This is the underworld."

"Will you go to the dark..."

Fang Chen's eyes moved slightly.

The soul should not have any touch, but now he feels the touch is very real, and his feet are really stepping on the ground.

He reached out and pinched his face. His appearance had long been young, and the flesh on his face was real, which was different from his soul.

"Criminal, how do you feel now? I found that when I came here, my cultivation seemed to be suppressed."

The white paper man bowed.

"Feel……"

Fang Chen closed his eyes and felt it quietly, feeling that there seemed to be endless power in his body.

This is countless times stronger than the feeling he had given him when he was at the peak of the Golden Pill.

“It feels good.”

A smile appeared on Fang Chen's face.

This is good news.

Same as he guessed.

After coming to the underworld, the special soul did play a special role, and now his soul has also merged with the essence and blood of Zhulong, which is too much stronger than the past.

Perhaps when you return to the world, even Xuanxian cannot detect the existence of his soul, and you have to test it if you have time.

"If I only judge my strength in the underworld by the power of my soul, am I equivalent to the Xuanxian going to the Yin, or the Immortal King going to the Yin?"

Fang Chen seemed to think about something.

"Excuse me……"

A hoarse voice came from behind.

Fang Chen turned around and saw an old man holding a crutch and a porcelain bowl in the other hand, bending over to look at him, looking at him with a confused expression.

The old man was dressed in rags, like a beggar on the street, and was trembling constantly at this moment, as if an invisible chill was covering him.

"Where is the old man from and where are he going?"

Fang Chen bowed his hand.

"Big, sir, the little old man fled. He wanted to go to Taoyang Town. My son got married and had children there and started a family and established a family. The little old man wanted to join him. I don't know how to get to Taoyang Town. The little old man seemed to be lost..."

The old man looked blank and said as he tightened his clothes, as if he was very cold.

"Criminal, he doesn't know he is dead yet."

The white paper man said softly.

Strangely, its existence and the black paper man seemed to be ignored by the old man, and the old man could not see them. Otherwise, he would have been frightened at this moment and would not have such a look of expression.

"Taoyang Town...there's a long journey."

Fang Chen Dao.

"It's far away, but when I get there, my son must take care of the old man's meal."

The old man's face showed a look of hope, "Even if the little old man climbs, he has to climb to Taoyang Town to see my grandson who has just been born."

Speaking of this, he tightened his clothes again, and then seeing Fang Chen wearing thick clothes, a hint of envy flashed in his eyes.

"The old man is very cold?"

Fang Chen Dao.

"It's cold. How can it not be cold if it's so snowy in the world?"

The old man looked up at the silent void.

It seemed as if in his eyes, it was snowing heavily.

Fang Chen suddenly realized that the scene the old man saw should be the same as before his death. It was snowing heavily the day before his death.

"Sir, do you know how to get to Taoyang Town?"

The old man asked again, looking forward to it.

Fang Chen shook his head gently: "Sorry, I don't know how to go to Taoyang Town."

A trace of loss flashed in the old man's eyes, and then he smiled, "It's okay, the little old man will say goodbye first."

He walked forward with a cane.

There is a river ahead, and there seems to be a light boat resident.

Fang Chen's eyes suddenly moved, and the originally cold mountain road suddenly became extremely lively. Figures appeared inexplicably, all walking towards the river in front.

Some of these figures looked around anxiously, as if they were looking for someone.

Some looked confused, like walking zombies, only knowing to walk forward.

Some wear scarfs and talk and talk to others, and talk big.

Some were wearing broken armor and holding broken swords, and their bodies were constantly filled with black blood.

Some people are in their twilight years, moving forward step by step.

Some were blushed and had a fat body, followed by men and women servants. Their faces were bright red and paper-like bodies were made of paper.

When they passed by Fang Chen, some saw Fang Chen, but some turned a blind eye.

But those little paper men leaned slightly, as if they were saluting each other.

Fang Chen looked up and saw many light boats suddenly appearing in the river in the distance. Countless figures were standing on the light boats, looking at this side.

"Go ahead and take a look."

Fang Chen walked forward along the flow of people with black and white paper people.

Halfway through the journey, a woman with disheveled hair suddenly grabbed Fang Chen's sleeve robe.

"Young Master, have you seen my son?"

“Bold.”

The black paper man's face was calm. He was about to take action, but Fang Chen raised his hand to stop him. He just looked at the woman and said softly:

"What does your son look like? How old are you?"

"Five, five years old, so tall, white and fat, very lovable, but I couldn't find him. I lost my son, woo, lost..."
To be continued...