There are many doors in the world. You never know what''s in them until you open them.


    For example, now, when Yang Xuan saw the scene behind the door, he was a little stunned.


    It was a huge basin, filled with black mist and looming dense buildings.


    The place where they stand is a cliff. The black stones show all kinds of strange shapes, which makes people feel numb.


    The basin is large enough to be the size of a city.


    "Come in!" the shadow floated in the air, and the crow flapped its wings, but there was no sound.


    "This is... The sea of ten thousand souls?" Yang Xuan stepped into the door. The door behind him closed silently without leaving a trace.


    "This is the soul hall." the dark shadow caught the flying crow back.


    "GA."


    The crow probably protested again, but Yang Xuan was not sure, because the shadow pulled another feather from the crow.


    "I always thought the building outside was the soul hall." Yang xuandao.


    "That''s the gate of the soul hall. This is the real soul hall." the shadow threw the feather out.


    The black feather made a turn in the air, and then suddenly became bigger, like a boat.


    Yang Xuan looked at the strange scene in front of him and frowned.


    "Come on, I''ll take you to the sea of ten thousand souls." the shadow took the lead in stepping on the feather and said.


    "Ga!" cried the crow. Looking at its appearance, it probably warned Yang Xuan not to step on his feathers.


    Yang Xuan ignored it and stepped on it directly.


    The feather flew steadily and slowly fell to the city in the basin.


    Until he flew close, Yang Xuan saw the soul disciples in black in the black city.


    Order.


    In front of a tall tower, the feather stopped and landed slowly.


    "The sea of ten thousand souls is inside." the shadow said faintly.


    The gate opened automatically, but there was a faint black fog, so I couldn''t see the scene inside.


    The shadow made a gesture of invitation.


    "I think wanhun sea is a sea. Can this tower... Fit into the sea?" Yang Xuan asked as he walked.


    "Who told you that the wanhun sea is the sea?" the shadow didn''t move, but answered faintly.


    "Isn''t it?"


    "No!"


    Yang Xuan didn''t ask again. He stood in front of the door a little, and then collapsed in one step.


    I don''t know if it was an illusion. At the moment he stepped into the black fog, he seemed to hear a long sigh.


    Deja vu!


    As soon as he had this idea, he felt empty under his feet.


    Then he fell down, like a stone, faster and faster, faster and faster!


    Yang Xuan tried to activate Reiki, but there was no response.


    "Watch your feet!" he remembered chikong''s words inexplicably.


    The next moment, he hit the ground and ate a mouthful of mud.


    God special sea!


    Yang Xuan Tucao a sentence, and then rubbed make complaints about the pain of the knee, stood up.


    But he immediately knew why it was called the sea of souls.


    This is a sea of souls. Wandering souls are everywhere, groups and pieces. There is no edge at all.


    Yang Xuan took a deep breath. The weak Yuanying in his Dantian was ready to move.


    Also ready to move, there was the earth bead that had been silent in his body.


    "Come on!"


    Yang Xuan opened his arms.


    Boom!


    The sea of ten thousand souls is in chaos.


    ……


    Just as Yang Xuan began to absorb the power of his soul, the crow looked at the uninvited guest in front of him and stepped back with some trembling.


    "Why?" asked the visitor, his voice like pig iron rubbing.


    "What? Why?" the shadow stroked the crow''s back and asked faintly.


    "Ten thousand souls sea!" the visitor looked at the door behind the shadow.


    The door is made of bronze and covered with copper green. It is vicissitudes and ancient.


    The shadow stretched out his hand, and the crow, like an amnesty, quaked and disappeared.


    "If you have to ask why for everything, what''s the point?"


    The visitor looked at the place where the crow disappeared and said faintly, "there must be a reason."


    "If you want a reason, I can make one up for you." the shadow said very seriously.


    "Yes!" the visitor nodded, as if he just needed a reason, whether true or false.


    "That''s better - I think he can." the shadow thought and said.


    "It doesn''t seem like a made up reason." the visitor paused and then said, "what if it''s not possible?"


    "Do you believe the reason I made up?" the shadow''s voice didn''t seem to be laughing.


    "Letter!" the bearer turned and stepped.


    "But I don''t believe him. Everyone in my corpse Temple doesn''t believe him."


    "That''s your business. It has nothing to do with me." the dark shadow replied faintly.


    "Maybe you''re right, maybe you''re wrong. But I won''t change my original intention." the voice faded away and finally dissipated.


    "Oh, I won''t," murmured the shadow, not knowing who he was talking to.


    Temple!


    The holy servant stood motionless under the throne.


    "He''s in?" the voice of the holy one came from high, with great dignity.


    "Yes, the Holy Son of Qingtian has entered the sea of souls." the holy servant said.


    "Look at his fortune." the saint said, and then said, "when he comes out, give him four more saints. Well, let''s go from the seventh to the tenth."


    "He won''t!" the servant replied, "I mentioned it before, but he refused."


    "Why?" asked the Holy One, but there was nothing strange in his voice.


    "He didn''t say, maybe he felt guilty."


    "Guilt? What does he feel guilty about?"


    "As far as I know, he is very affectionate. After 23 and 24 followed him for so long, he always had some feelings." the holy servant sighed.


    "This shortcoming needs to be changed." the saint said faintly: "valuing love is not a good habit. It''s easy for people to take advantage of it."


    The holy servant did not speak, as if he knew that the holy one would say so.


    "Arrange a more powerful bodyguard for him." the voice of the saint came out again.


    "I''m afraid he won''t accept it," said the holy servant.


    "That''s his business!" the saint''s voice was very flat: "this time, it reminds us that the ice palace in Northern Xinjiang dares to attack the son of my holy mountain. I''m afraid it has already planned."


    "According to my subordinates, this is because the Holy Son of Qingtian killed their people first." the holy servant said.


    "Oh, you are so naive. Don''t you think it''s strange that the ice palace dares to attack the blue sky just by killing an elder of the empty God realm?" the saint said coldly.


    "It''s a little strange." the holy servant thought, "I''ll send someone to check it."


    "No, when Qingtian comes out of the sea of souls, I want to see how he handles it."


    "The son may not give up," said the holy servant.


    "What I want is that he is not good enough." the saint said, "if I am not good enough, let him make trouble. The bigger the trouble, the better. I want to see what she wants to do."


    Time flies, time flies.


    In the twinkling of an eye, three months have passed.


    Ten thousand soul sea.


    In the thick and incomparable wave of soul, suddenly there was a shrill scream.


    Ah!!!


    At the next moment, the soul that originally surrounded into a vortex seemed to have suffered great force, and suddenly dispersed outward, revealing the people in it.


    His hair is disheveled, his eyes are red, and he sends out a bloodthirsty red awn from time to time.


    The huge pain attacked Yang Xuan''s nerves like a tide, which made him look up to the sky and hiss.


    At this time, Yuanying in his Dantian finally grew into a middle-aged man.


    Late Yuanying, peak!