Nangong Hao took a deep breath and was completely shocked.

The scene in front of him was really undaring to witness, after all, seeing those beings with incomparably powerful aura fluctuations directly shattered, no matter what kind of terrifying power was contained in his life or soul, in the end, he still couldn't escape the washing of the yellow spring water, until everything was wiped out by the water.

Even the monstrous resentment and anger that could still be felt were completely extinguished in an instant, except for the endless dead silence, except for the pitch-black paper figures floating in the yellow spring water, except for the churning muddy sand, there was nothing else.

"That's what it is...... The origin of those black paper people, what kind of existence is this Yellow Spring!"

The air was dead, a large number of splashes of water took off and splashed blood all over the sky, and the water that was impacting more and more quickly shattered the endless corpses in it, and even Nangong Hao saw a familiar figure in it, and he was the only one who recognized it among these corpses.

It's Qiu Hua of the Danling lineage!

The figure soaked in blood and water was close to complete, and it was also just in front of Nangong Hao not far from the water whirlpool, and the only arm left stretched out to Nangong Hao's place with difficulty, muttering in his mouth but not making any sound, looking at Nangong Hao's location in a daze, struggling in the Yellow River.

In just an instant, together with thousands of pieces of flesh and heads, he directly sank to the bottom of the bloody mud, and disappeared with the mud crushed by other corpses, and disappeared with the waves, and the colorful aura was transformed into dead air, like another torrent roaring, wave after wave of washing, and batch after batch of paper figures were born......

Just when Nangong Hao was stunned because of Qiu Hua, the extremely high splash of blood was mixed with mud and sand, and it almost stained Nangong Hao's body, slapped in front of his feet, sank into the mud, and flowed in.

Nangong Hao had goosebumps all over his body, and the swishing cold meaning flowed all over his body, making him unconsciously retreat and stay away from this yellow spring as much as possible.

"I've even gone down! I've still soaked in the water?" Nangong Hao retched, his chest tightened in panic.

He was deeply touched, after all, he had experienced it himself, to be honest at that time, except for General Chiyan's description, he didn't feel how dangerous it was, most of them were frightened by ghosts, that is, he was afraid of these ghosts, and his fear of Huangquan was far less intense than the birth of the paper man he saw with his own eyes now.

At that time, if it weren't for the flowers on the other side, if it weren't for the creation left by Uncle Wang, he would be just one of these paper figures now, muddy, but the soul struggling in this yellow spring......

"That'...... Immortal soil, do I still want to absorb it?" Nangong Hao hesitated, after all, the thing represented by this place was a little scary, under such horror, he retreated in his heart, and then looked at the immortal soil, he even felt a little crazy, the mud and sand by the dead man's river, this thing represents an unknown, and he may not know what kind of impact it will have on his body, let alone use this thing to resurrect or absorb.

And there is a precedent here, Qiu Hua is also a person who Nangong Hao saw with his own eyes to use the immortal soil to regenerate, and then he came here after he died, and he was ground into a member of this Yellow Spring......

There are still so many people who died under Nangong Hao in the Qingling Secret Realm this time, but Qiu Hua is the only one who appears here, which may be a coincidence, but in the eyes of Nangong Hao, who is now a little stunned, this is the reason for the immortal land, and no one can say for sure.

"It shouldn't be a big problem to have the other side flowers. Should...... It's not big!" Nangong Hao's heart was furious, even if he had the other side of the flower body, he was still worried, after all, this thing was really terrifying, and if the immortal soil was successful, the next thing he would have to absorb was the loess in front of him, and such a move was really dangerous.

But he didn't want to give up the slightest opportunity in front of him, after all, according to his guess, if he succeeded in leaving these two spirit patterns, he would most likely have touched the bottleneck of the Great Perfection of the Spirit Pattern Realm.

After pondering for a while, because there were still many Qingling disciples chasing and killing in the rear, Nangong Hao didn't waste too much time, three times five divided by two, he already had a decision in his heart.

As soon as his eyes froze and his teeth were bitten, he directly took advantage of the situation and tightly grasped the undead soil in his palm, and before he could regret it, the dragon's claws appeared, and the four-colored aura was wrapped around his left hand, flashing with unimaginable dazzling brilliance.

But that sticky mud breeds a rather strong resistance force, which seems to be the reason for this place, and the surrounding dead qi is also frantically gathering towards Nangong Hao's location, forming an inexplicable summoning power, so that the flow of the yellow spring is affected at this moment, and a large amount of water splashes at the first time, and the surging power is like a wolf pack howling, wanting to drag Nangong Hao into the river.

The Yellow Spring does not seem to tolerate the desecration of any force, even if it is only an immortal soil that contains a little bit of loess......

But Nangong Hao was worried, when that red light appeared, the more and more shining halo was like a slowly blooming flower hanging above Nangong Hao's head, delicate but majestic, so that the rushing muddy water stagnated, and weakly drooped in the silt in front of Nangong Hao, returning to the surging river.

Even the resistance of the undead soil was obviously much less, and golden points of light appeared on the thin mud, and complex and dazzling symbols burst out in front of Nangong Hao's eyes, like some kind of writing, distributed around the undead earth, becoming more and more mysterious.

On the other side, all this rejection has disappeared.

At this time, this scene also made the corners of Nangong Hao's mouth rise, but he didn't pay too much attention to the appearance of the unknown symbol, just glanced at it a few times, secretly remembered it in his heart, and his left hand suddenly exerted force, pressing towards the remaining resistance on the periphery of the immortal land.

The slightest burning sensation burst out in Nangong Hao's palm, and it was visible to the naked eye that those golden symbols were disappearing, because the immortal soil was decreasing, and the original thin mud was constantly shrinking, and the breath belonging to the loess was forcibly absorbed into Nangong Hao's body directly through contact, and constantly wandered and collided in the meridians up and down his body.

After all, it is a rare product in the Yellow Spring, and the existence of the flower on the other side is really like the Dinghai Divine Needle, completely suppressing all the changes around it, which is also the most important reliance for Nangong Hao to absorb the immortal soil.

He was also gambling, betting that the impact of the immortal land would not affect him who had the Flower of the Other Shore, and he also wanted to know what kind of power the Flower of the Other Bank had, and what level of existence it was in this Yellow Spring.

And if there is the slightest mistake, he will immediately give up, retreat directly, and no longer get close to the Yellow Spring, and go directly to find the location of the furnace.

Obviously, he was right!

After all, this opportunity for promotion was grasped......