The Red Xuan Ghost Realm, deep in the endless mountains.

Zhou Ming's figure quickly swam among them, taming some fierce beasts from time to time. When I met a good product, I didn't forget to arrest it.

"Looks like this is the place?"

In the middle of the rush, Zhou Ming stopped on the top of a mountain. In front of him, there was suddenly a black mist cliff abyss, bottomless, even if the Eye of Shura was activated, it was difficult to see the scene below.

The mysterious place under this abyss is the place where the ghost dragon king was born. It's just that now the Ghost Spirit Dragon King has become a Netherworld Bone Dragon.

After staring here for a while, Zhou Ming, who was on the edge of the cliff, suddenly jumped down, his figure flying like a swallow in the air, stepping on the cliff wall, and speeding down.

Sou!

His speed was extremely fast, and he saw that between the black mist surging below, the whole figure had disappeared into the depths of the abyss.

Not long after Zhou Ming left, a mysterious figure floated like the wind, silently appearing where Zhou Ming was standing just now.

The figure was shrouded in a black cloak, and was covered in a mysterious gray-white mist, curling and slow, and it was completely impossible to peek into the breath of the person in the mist, let alone expect to see the other person's face.

This strange being floated around for a while, and suddenly its body bent down, and the gray mist on its body also descended, surging and spreading on the ground.

His head was lowered slightly, and his nose under the cloak was close to the ground, and he was actually sniffing something, which looked very strange. After a while, this mysterious existence suddenly floated in the air, like a black death jellyfish, and the black robe swayed and stirred in the fog, almost like swimming in the air, quickly swept a few circles, and then soared into the sky, disappearing into the clouds above.

For this mysterious existence, Zhou Ming never had any perception from beginning to end.

At this moment, he was rushing towards the abyss at a great speed. As we went deeper, it became dark below, and a terrifying cold aura began to permeate. This kind of coldness is very terrifying, it makes people shudder, and the spirit is a little stiff, as if it is about to be frozen. What's even more terrifying is that this kind of cold is a real cold. The temperature under the abyss was simply terrifyingly low, and between the drops, Zhou Ming couldn't help but get goosebumps all over his body, and felt that his blood was about to clot. In the end, Zhou Ming had to urge the beast yuan to protect his whole body in order to ensure that he was not affected.

"Is this where Nether Wurm is laid out? It's terrifying!"

After scurrying downward for ten minutes, Zhou Ming finally reached the bottom of the abyss. Beneath this abyss, the cold air of Mori Bai is like a spread of milk, slowly and strangely thickening. Everything was frozen by the terrifying forest cold, and even the wild aura of the Red Xuan Ghost Realm was dispelled by this cold.

However, Zhou Ming knew that the wild aura had not been dispelled. The cold that pervades this place is actually the unique wild atmosphere under this abyss.

These wild breaths do not belong to the Red Xuan Ghost Realm, but originate from another world, a realm called the Netherworld.

The wild aura originating from the netherworld has been permeating here for a long time, merging with the power between heaven and earth, and under the influence of some mysterious factors, it has turned into all this that Zhou Ming sees now.

"The wild breath of such a domineering is naturally with a kind of charm of the law, diffusing out, gathering the energy of heaven and earth on its own, and deriving such an extremely cold Gang qi, but unfortunately it is a little worse after all!"

Zhou Ming walked at the bottom of the abyss, secretly observing, feeling a little pity.

He is here today for two purposes. One is to explore this place, understand the layout of the Nether Wurm clan in the ancient past, and at the same time obtain the fire that resurrects the Nether Bone Dragon here. Second, it's naturally for the sake of cultivating a means.

This method is inherited from the Nine Shadows Fox Dream Zhou Tian, which is derived from the innate ability of Dream Zhou Tian in the past year combined with his own ontology, passed down, and placed in the divinity. When Zhou Ming returned to the ancient times through the retrogression of the Nine Shadows Fox Baby, he successfully activated his bloodline and successfully opened this inheritance.

It is a killing technique, implying the meaning of the law, called the Nine Shadows Extreme Cold Explosion, with Zhou Ming's current state, the reverse of the ancient meaning of the million rounds, will only reach the threshold of cultivation. However, for the inheritance of the Nine Shadows Fox, it is only the most basic part.

If you want to cultivate this Nine Shades Extreme Cold Explosion, you need to use special external conditions, such as this forest cold.

Under the nine shades, the forest is extremely cold, and the wild atmosphere between heaven and earth is like this. The best place to cultivate the Nine Shades of Extreme Cold Explosion is, of course, in the Nine Shades Realm. It's a pity that the horror of the Nine Netherworlds is not inferior to the Hell Realm, and even more so above the Netherworld, it is definitely not something that the current Zhou Ming can go to.

Therefore, Zhou Ming could only retreat to the next best thing to take advantage of the cold in this place.

It's a pity that after walking under the abyss for a while, I found that the cold and cold qi here still couldn't meet the requirements.

Zhou Ming was not in a hurry, just wandered quietly.

The Eye of Shura secretly urged, and under looking around, he found that under this abyss was simply a huge cold storage, throughout the ages, I don't know how many fierce beasts came here intentionally or unintentionally, and finally were frozen to death here, some of them were stiff and cold, and they looked lifelike, and they touched it slightly with their hands, but they turned into powder in an instant.

"This ghost spirit dragon king is worthy of being a descendant of the Netherworld Wulong, and it is incredible that he can withstand the cold here!"

Zhou Ming was secretly surprised in his heart, and walked in one direction, as if he had entered a no-man's land. As long as you endure the cold, this place is actually very safe. For the vast majority of living beings, this place is completely off-limits to life.

Zhou Ming wasn't worried about what fierce beasts were entrenched here.

If there is, it is the best, it must be a strange species, just surrendered to the hand, cultivating the fire, and returning to the ancients.

Along the way, there was a huge slope, and Zhou Ming found that he gradually walked into a cave.

Inside the grotto, the cold air accumulated, and it was even more terrifying, the more inward, the more terrifying. In the cold, there was a strange fluctuation in the air, as if there was some kind of strong undercurrent, constantly gushing out from the depths of the cave.

Zhou Ming kept his modest and continued to walk forward, gradually feeling that only the Beast Yuan Body Protection was no longer enough, and quietly sacrificed the Ten Thousand Spirit Horn Divine Armor.

After walking for about half a day, Zhou Ming felt that something was wrong.

"It's strange that the space in this cave is actually twisted and stretched?!"

Zhou Ming realized the problem. His speed is actually not slow, half a day is enough to go thousands of miles. However, they still couldn't make it to the end of the cavern.

Zhou Ming couldn't help but speed up, about another day, his vision lit up, and he saw a figure in front of him, all kneeling on the ground, his armor was torn, his blade was broken, and his body was wounded, like an ancient sculpture, standing quietly.

If those people stand up straight, they are afraid that they can be three meters tall, and to today's human beings, they are like giants.

"It's ...... Terrans in the wilderness?"

Zhou Ming's pupils shrank, and he couldn't help but shudder. It's too cold here, and the protection of the Ten Thousand Soul Horn Divine Armor is starting to fail. Zhou Ming felt that his body was becoming stiff, his heart and soul were trembling, his spirit was gloomy, and his perception was not good.

He had to stop, secretly horrified. His Ten Thousand Soul Horn Divine Armor hadn't been further improved for a long time, and it wasn't much of a problem in normal times. In the current situation, it is simply difficult to cope.

"It's just a place where the Netherworld Wulong is buried, but it's actually so cold, it seems that this Ten Thousand Spirit Horn God Armor has to be raised as soon as possible!"

Zhou Ming's thoughts flashed in his heart, his eyes flashed forward, and he swept past those barbarian human races, and saw that in the cold air of the forest, a strange wildness was lingering, forming a strange shape, as if it was some kind of sigil.

Beneath the wild sigil, there was suddenly a hole.

In the space within the entrance of the cave, there was the flame of the resurrection of the Nether Bone Dragon.

That hole was no longer a mile away from Zhou Ming, but it was such a short distance, but it was no longer something that Zhou Ming could surpass now.

Zhou Ming observed carefully for a while, took out a boundary void stone, quietly placed it nearby, and then sacrificed the Heavenly Tiger Palace, broke through the sky and left here.