There was no need for Xu Wei to remind, Lingyu had already felt the suction of the space.

The Netherworld on her body pulsed, expressing its excitement.

When I went to the Canghai Sect, the Netherworld was almost shattered, and I recuperated for many years before I barely came back. Despite this, when fighting against Zhaoming, because Zhaoming's sword qi was too violent, Lingyu didn't dare to use it.

The remnants of the Yuan Spirit on this fragment had been erased without saying a word, but Lingyu felt that it was instinctively excited.

What's going on?

Lingyu looked in the direction that Xu Zhi pointed, and a faint black dot was suspended in midair.

She looked up and looked at the top of the ship. There was a small hole in it, as if something had fallen and smashed it through.

The hole was flat and small, and it was evident that when it penetrated, it had a great force and a very fast speed. At first, it was deeply embedded in the hull, smashing the planks underneath.

Xu reversed: "This flying boat, I'm afraid it was sunk by this thing." ”

Lingyu seemed to see that scene. In the heat of battle, a space magic weapon was knocked back to its original form, and it fell, rubbing against the air and emitting a sharp sound.

At this time, a flying boat flew up from the sea, and they were affected by the great battle, so they had no choice but to gather some disciples with excellent qualifications into the flying boat, intending to flee.

Unfortunately, as soon as the flying boat took off, the magic weapon fell down, passed through the roof of the ship, and destroyed the ship's plank.

With a "boom", the flying boat that had just risen into the air fell because of this powerful force and suddenly chaotic space. It fell into a mountain, the cave of a monk who was a god-turner, and sank all the way to the ground. Just stopped.

Because of the violent impact. None of the monks in the flying boat were spared.

After the end of the Great War. In the vicissitudes of life, the ruins of their sect sank into the sea, silently decaying in the darkness.

Lingyu took a deep breath and said, "This is the Wheel King's space magic weapon. ”

She could already feel the familiar aura of the Netherworld from above.

This is the Netherworld, not just a fragment. The strange thing is that the body is in the sea near Mingyuan, why did the fragments fall in the hinterland of Lingcang? Was it taken away by the surviving monks?

"What, there's a problem?" Xu Wei felt her affection.

Lingyu didn't say anything. Took out the Netherworld fragment from his bosom: "Look. ”

The similar aura of the two immediately made Xu Yi understand: "This is the same magic weapon?" ”

"Hmm." Lingyu nodded and said, "The problem is, I got this fragment in the small city of Feng'an, which is not far from Pinghai City. ”

The two places are far apart......

"Someone took this piece of fragment to Lingcang?"

"It should be so." Lingyu said, "It's strange, could it be that this sect was a survivor back then?" ”

Xu Wei thought for a long time: "This is the greatest possibility. In that year's war, there were not many casualties. ”

Although it was a catastrophe for those who died. It can be said that in the entire Cangming world, there are indeed not many casualties.

"This thing is in your hands. It's fate. Xu Wei said, "I really doubt that the Wheel King owes you something, otherwise how could he even have his magic weapon in your hands." ”

These people have the luck gathered in their previous lives, and generally speaking, important things will be drawn by the luck and return to them.

Lingyu got Bi Fang's feathers back then, which was considered a chance, and she later went to Dongming and helped the merchants, and by the way, the feathers were also recovered by him.

But the Netherworld is different. With the help of this object, Lingyu has experienced many dangers. Moreover, she only had fragments in her hands, but she unexpectedly saw the main body.

Such a chance is really a coincidence.

Did she owe the Wheel King and found it for him, or did the Wheel King owe her and give her his magic weapon?

It's really hard to tell......

"Be careful," Xu Wei reminded, "After all, this thing is not a fragment in your hand, and the five Yuan Empress may have been trapped by it." ”

Lingyu nodded. Just a fragment has such a large spatial power, and the body is naturally good. Looking at the five Yuan Queens, they disappeared silently, if it weren't for the fact that the prohibition they had laid at the entrance of the flying boat, I couldn't believe that they were here.

After thinking for a while, she said: "This fragment, I got it when I built the foundation, it has been more than three hundred years. The remnants of its primordial spirit have been erased, and it is still close to me, the master who appeared halfway. After all, they are the same magic weapon, and the subject should not be too repulsive to me, but ......"

"Are you worried about your own primordial spirit?" Xu Yi quickly guessed her concerns.

Lingyu nodded. The magic weapon of the Mahayana monks, its Yuan Ling itself is also extremely powerful.

In case the primordial spirit on the Netherworld body is not dispersed, she rushes forward, and she is asking for her own death.

"Is there anything you can do?" Lingyu thought that Xu Yi was now a spirit clan, and this kind of thing should have a way better than her, right?

"I'll try." Xu Zhi said, Ziying's sword shook, sank into the hull, and released a sword array, imprisoning the entire space.

Then, he exuded a strange and powerful aura.

Lingyu's divine consciousness even had a momentary blankness, as if it had been drained of consciousness. The Spirit Race is always stronger than other races in terms of divine thoughts.

After a while, the originally quiet Netherworld became restless, and even the fragments in Lingyu's hand were beating as if they wanted to get out.

And that body, exuding an unkind aura, the black mist undulated, and the space fluctuated, as if it wanted to swallow them up.

She hurriedly went to see Xu Yi, but found that he frowned, as if he had encountered something difficult.

Even if Xu Wei recovers the body of the spirit clan, in the end, he will only be in the infancy stage. Lingyu was in a hurry, what if this Yuan Spirit was very fierce and wanted to erase Xu Refu's divine thoughts?

Thinking like this, the spatial fluctuations became more and more violent, and the purple qi that imprisoned the space fluctuated and fluctuated, as if it was being pushed by something. And the black mist emitted by the Netherworld itself is becoming more and more violent.

It can't go on like this! Seeing this scene, Lingyu knew that the ontological spirit of the Netherworld still existed, and after ten thousand years of recuperation, maybe it had recovered a lot, and the current Xu Wei was not its opponent, she had to think of a way.

Lingyu threw out the fragment, and with a little fingertip, the spiritual light gathered and poured onto the fragment.

The remnants of the fragment of the primordial spirit were no longer there, and it had cultivated a sense of closeness to the spirit jade, and was very accustomed to being driven by her.

But the ontology of the netherworld, and the natural induction between it, can't be erased.

The two are competing with each other and are in a wrestling.

In this way, the pressure on Xu Zhi's side was lighter.

Under the pressure of both parties, the body of the Netherworld seemed to be angry, and the power of space was revealed, and the hull of the ship made a slight cracking sound.

The cracking sound grew denser and denser. In the end, the flying boat has been corroded for 10,000 years, even if the materials used back then are of the first grade, and without maintenance, the interior has rotted.

However, Lingyu can't return it if she wants to return it now. Because, the Netherworld has been provoked.

The black mist surged, and the aura belonging to the netherworld penetrated and penetrated into the pores.

Lingyu felt that the hairs all over her body rose.

It's a yin and yin coolness, just like what mortals say to hell.

Cold sweat gradually formed on Xu Wei's forehead. He underestimated Cheng Dù of Yuan Linghui, even if he was now a spirit clan, and the ontological Ziying Sword was by his side, he still only had the Yuan Infant Period, and he was not the opponent of this Yuan Spirit.

Ten thousand years of hidden at the bottom of the sea, and this is near the Ming Yuan, and the recovery of the Netherworld is much faster than he imagined.

A black mist poured towards the two of them.

"Be careful!" Xu Wei opened his eyes, pulled out the Ziying sword, and slashed out with a sword.

The black mist receded slightly, but the space around the two of them changed......

Consciousness gradually woke up from the brief paralysis, and both of them were stunned.

They blocked the primordial gods of the Netherworld, but they didn't block its spatial power.

The ghost cry of "woo" came, bringing a chill to the bone. From time to time, the sound of chains pulling sounded, and dark and numb figures came and went.

"Where is this?" Lingyu looked at her surroundings in surprise.

The dark space was dark everywhere, there was no sky, as if there was no earth.

The red firelight in the distance dotted the night, with a bit of weirdness.

The sound of whipping rang out, and each time the air was broken, followed by a scream.

The cry of ghosts, the sound of chains, the sound of whipping, and the screams are the collection of all the sounds of this world.

Shadows that came and went were fluttering, disembodied, like ghosts.

Lingyu looked at the pitch-black palace standing in front of her in the night, and blurted out: "The underworld? ”

The two of them, standing on the edge of the dark avenue, turned around and could see that in the dark, a majestic pass was standing, and the words "ghost gate" could be vaguely distinguished.

The so-called underworld is just a legend recorded in some miscellaneous biographies in the Cangming world, and the high-level monks all know that the Huangquan in Cangming's underworld is actually Mingyuan, in other words, the "underworld" is Mingyuan.

"This is not Mingyuan." Xu reversed. He looked at the majestic and gloomy ghost gate with a heavy gaze, "This is an independent space within the Netherworld. ”

The Netherworld is the space magic weapon of the Ghost Dao Ancestor Wheel King, and of course it has reached the Cheng dù of the Cave Heaven magic weapon.

In other words, this world is the Netherworld, and it is not an illusion.

Lingyu looked at the Yin Spirits and Ghost Pawns coming and going, and frowned: "The body of this Netherworld has actually been repaired to such a level!" ”

Xu Wei thought about another thing: "Those five people, are they here?" ”

The two glanced at each other, and Lingyu said decisively: "Find them first." ”

In this situation, the power of everyone is king. This Netherworld has been roughly restored, and although it is not yet capable of destroying them directly, it is estimated that it will not be difficult to trap them.

Seven Yuan Queens, if they join forces properly, they can be used as God Transformation Monks.

In the current Cangming Realm, the environment has changed greatly, and cultivators above the god level cannot cultivate at all, and this magic weapon will not be an exception. In other words, no matter how high the Netherworld Repair Process is, it is only comparable to that of the Avatar Cultivator. (To be continued......)