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The clone of the Wu clan followed Wang Donghai's side, and as he walked, he swept his divine sense in all directions, this underworld was indeed a land of chaotic demons.

This kind of chaos does not only refer to the darkness of chaos and the wandering spirits, unlike when the Wu clone first came here, this time, he can already see the ubiquitous spirits with his own eyes.

And it's not just these spirits.

On the way he followed Wang Donghai, he also saw countless fights, and unlike all the fights in the Yang Realm, these fights were carried out extremely quickly.

The fight is basically over in a few breaths, which may be related to the ghost cultivation and the wandering soul without a trace, and this short breath is the battle of life and death.

Either one side is killed instantly, or it is touched and quickly bounces away, and each other escapes, never stalemate.

Some of these fights are between the spirits and the spirits, some are the fights between the monks and the spirits, and some are the fights between the ghosts and cultivators.

Whether it is a ghost cultivator or a wandering soul, without exception, the one who is killed means that the soul is scattered and completely disappeared from this world.

The Wu clone followed Wang Donghai and kept flying in one direction, and after flying for about half an hour, the terrain gradually changed somewhat.

The groves gradually multiplied, but the trees in each grove still had only black and dry branches, and there was not a single leaf in the whole grove.

In addition, the terrain has also been undulating, depressions have appeared, and there are also mountain-like existences, and naturally there are valleys.

"Brother Wang, how is the realm of ghost cultivation divided?"

After witnessing a few vicious fights between ghost cultivators, the Wu clan had a trace of doubt in his body and mind, and turned his head and asked.

"Alas, the human and demon brothers don't know, the entire Huangquan realm is extremely scarce in cultivation resources, so the realm is also extremely chaotic..."

"How?"

The Wu clone looked at Wang Donghai with some surprise.

"In the entire Yellow Springs Realm, only the Yellow Springs Continent has a spirit stone vein that can produce spirit stones, and there are no veins in the rest of the places..."

"The entire Huangquan realm is ?!! in this place"

For the lack of cultivation resources in the Yellow Springs Realm, the Wu clan clone had already been prepared, but what he didn't expect was that it would be so scarce.

In the huge Huangquan Realm, there is only one spirit stone vein! That's not a head-scratcher?!!

"Yes, this is the only place, so most of the monks in the Huangquan Realm only roughly distinguish the cultivation realm by the first level of the ghost path, the second level of the ghost path, and the third level of the ghost path."

"The cultivation of the ghost path can reach the ninth level, and the big gap between the cultivation of the ghost path is the ghost king of the higher order, and then up, it is the demon venerable, and what kind of realm it is up to the bottom, it is not known..."

"What kind of realm is the ghost mother?"

The Wu clone asked curiously.

"It's said to be the Demon Venerable, how can I wait for a chance to see her old man..."

Wang Donghai said, the speed of the flight slowed down slightly, and his eyes looked into the distance, his eyes full of reverence.

"Then in Brother Wang's opinion, what kind of realm is it below?"

The Wu clan clone stared at Wang Donghai with both eyes, with a hint of shyness on his face, such an expression, he learned from the deity.

"You? Hehe... It's not that you intend to attack the human demon brother again, your current cultivation can only be regarded as a fivefold cultivation of the ghost path at most..."

"Ghost Path Five!"

Hearing Wang Donghai judge himself like this, the only bit of confidence in the heart of the Wu clan clone was suddenly swept away.

In the Tianmang Realm, no matter what the deity and himself say, they can be regarded as top-level cultivators, and of course they are only among their peers.

However, when he got here, it was only the fifth level of the ghost path, not to mention that there were ghost kings, demon venerables, etc., and even realms that Wang Donghai didn't know.

Just to say that there is still something above, the cultivation of the fourfold ghost path is an extremely dangerous existence, and it seems that this Yellow Spring Realm... is indeed not good.

The Wu clan clone lowered his head, and after listening to Wang Donghai's words, he was silent, and he flew silently while thinking in his heart.

Wang Donghai had already seen through his mind through the expression of the Wu clan clone, and after he swept him a few times with the afterglow of his eyes, the corners of his mouth rose slightly, revealing a complicated smile.

The two of them were silent like this, flying close to the ground, the two of them were together, but no ghost cultivator dared to provoke them.

However, the Wu clone is very clear, this does not mean that there is no danger here, on the contrary, it is extremely dangerous, because once someone dares to provoke it, it may be killed with one blow.

At this time, the clone of the Wu clan and Wang Donghai were flying along a mountain col, and on both sides were small forests one after another, and the woods were pitch black, and the divine sense swept in, and they couldn't see very far.

After walking out of this mountain col, Wang Donghai took the Wu clan clone and turned left sharply and walked into a valley.

At first, there was nothing unusual about the valley, but it was rapidly declining, and the peaks on both sides of the valley were rapidly tightening, and the valley became deeper and deeper.

After walking into a few hundred zhang, the Wu clan clone felt an abnormality, and this abnormality shocked him, only to see that the valleys all over the mountains and the peaks on both sides were overgrown with flowers on the other side!

The bewitching and bright red flowers on the other side are all in full bloom, and there is still not a single leaf on them, and some are still swaying gently, as if telling a story.

In the sinking sea that he had just walked through, the Wu clone and the deity had just experienced the incident of Manzhu and Shahua, and their story shocked and moved him.

At this time, seeing these flowers on the other side, the Wu clan felt very cordial in their hearts and minds, and they couldn't help but stare at them and take a few more looks.

And these flowers on the other side seem to have sensed the arrival of the Wu clone, they turned their heads one after another, and on each of the other side flowers, there seemed to be a gaze shooting, and they were also staring at the Wu clone.

"I don't know if there is a manju in this..."

The Wu clan whispered in their hearts and minds, and what kept flashing in their minds was the scene of Manjoo and Sahua being burned by the flames.

"Thousands of years ago, a casual glance was destined for this life, and we can no longer be separated..."

"Thousands of years later, for you, I'd rather turn to ashes in this flame and fall into the next reincarnation..."

Manjoo and Sahua's final confession kept echoing in the ears of the Wu clone, recalling that tragic scene again, which also made him feel heavy and couldn't help but be moved again.

And at the moment when these images flashed in the sea of Wu clones, the flowers on the other side of the valley seemed to have sensed it, and their swaying frequency suddenly became faster.

At the same time, there seemed to be a mournful whimper, echoing through the valley.

"This is the Abyss of the Underworld."

Just when the Wu clone was immersed in reminiscence, Wang Donghai's words sounded in his ears, and the Wu clone raised his head indifferently, looking into the deep valley with deep eyes.

Underworld, I'm coming...

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