In the following time, Wednesday almost ran all the places he could think of, but unfortunately, his strength had been hard to survive to the ninth level, but there was still no news of the other eight spirit objects, not at all.

As a last resort, Wednesday could only ask for help from the great god he could catch in front of him - Ya'er. It's a pity that the news I got from Ya'er is: it's normal.

As the saying goes, there is a joy and there is a wilt, which is really good.

At this time, Wednesday was lying on the top of the snow-capped mountain, surrounded by the wind that could blow ordinary people away, and the snowflakes that flew by with the wind, like ice blades.

Calculating the time, I have been looking for a few months, but I have not heard any news of other spiritual creatures, but my strength has survived to the ninth level in this rush, and now I have reached the peak of the ninefold, which is the highest level that can be reached in this world now. And the most important thing is that he has two more awesome states, although he doesn't know why, but he is already satisfied with Wednesday alone. Anyway, he is really invincible all over the world now, of course, Ya'er doesn't count, because just a few days ago, in the face of his own provocation, Ya'er just used one finger to press himself to the ground and beat him violently. Thinking about it again, the little white face who ran down from the spirit world with Ya'er can't be counted, and what Ya'er can do, it is estimated that the bastard is about the same.

"Well, the third child. Damn, Lao Tzu seems to have a relationship with three characters. Wednesday grabbed a ball of hard ice and snow from his side and threw it hard.

The snowball flew into the distance with a screeching sound, and Wednesday's eyes followed the snowball, and then Wednesday saw a scene that he had never seen in his life.

The snowball flew rapidly, then vanished. It just disappeared out of thin air, without warning, without a trace.

"Holy, what the hell?" said Wednesday jumped up from the top of the snowy mountain, and the snow under his feet began to crumble.

"Holy! Wednesday burst out of his mouth again as he watched the snow begin to slide under his feet.

"Damn! "Three foul mouths are Wednesday's last voice left in this world in this life.

Wednesday rushed out chasing the snowballs, a sharp sonic boom sounding behind him, and the snowflakes danced wildly behind Wednesday, and then ...... Then Wednesday slammed his head into the void in the direction in which the snowball had disappeared.

"Damn! Could Lao Tzu be the first person to be killed by the Ninefold Peak?

And just before Wednesday "died", a shadow of nothingness rushed through the barrier that did not exist in the air and entered another world.

The avalanche continued, and it was getting bigger and bigger, and Wednesday's tiny body was instantly knocked out without a trace by the huge snow waves.

"Your mom, I have a headache. "The first thing I felt when I opened my eyes on Wednesday was a headache, and then I continued to be unconscious.

I don't know how much time passed, but I opened my eyes again on Wednesday, and fortunately, the feeling of being able to make myself unconscious disappeared.

The chaos in his eyes instantly crashed into Wednesday's pupils.

What kind of place is this? Shouldn't Lao Tzu be in the snowy mountains? Wednesday muttered, trying to get himself up. It's just that I used a little strength, but I found that I had already floated up in a flicker.

"Uncle, what's the situation?" Wednesday looked at the ground under his feet, and his feet that had left the ground.

"Uncle!"

"Uncle!"

"Your uncle!" Wednesday struggled to control his body, then scolded angrily in place.

At this time, on Wednesday, the whole person was a mess, probably a person's appearance, like a humanoid transparent cover was filled with smoke, and the shape was a bit like the wood spirit that was swallowed by himself.

"What the hell is this? Lao Tzu can't be hanging, right? How does this feel so like a ghost?" Wednesday felt his throat dry, sat down and began to think quietly, as for what he could think about is not something that others can know, but from Wednesday's muttering, he can feel a little, this thing seems to be thinking about the online novel he has read.

"He's really unlucky. Somewhere, the dragon looked at Wednesday's form, with a wry smile on his face, but he was smiling in his mouth.

"It's bad luck. Dark eyes twinkled, staring at Wednesday fiddling with himself there.

"Do you think he can get out?" the dragon continued.

"I don't know. "There was a flash of light in the dark eyes, God knows how this thing could be so unlucky, so immortal was actually knocked headlong into the netherworld by him, and other people in the netherworld never looked at it in the dark, but there was a person who was an existence like Dark and Long, and he would never want to, and he didn't dare to ignore it-Meng Po.

"This kid is getting more and more interesting. I just don't know if he can pass his sister's level, it's hard to think about it. The dragon shuddered as he spoke, and then chased the dark figure and disappeared into the void.

One day......

Two days......

Seven-day ......

10 days......

Wednesday slowly adapted to his body.

"Hey, is there anyone? ghosts, or beasts. "For ten days, Wednesday walked aimlessly here, and I didn't meet a single living creature on the way.

"Did you catch your breath? came out to see the ghosts!" Wednesday yelled boredly.

Boom, boom, boom, boom......

A loud roar came from behind him.

"Your uncle!" Wednesday glanced behind him, and the smoke in his body shook violently, and then quickly controlled his body and found a place to hide himself.

"The old man is right, disaster is not a one-way street. Wednesday looked at the road he had just left, and the "group" of things that didn't know how much they were in the same state as themselves whizzed by, wearing armor, and the dust raised almost buried Wednesday directly in this small pothole.

"Why does it sound so familiar?" said Wednesday, shaking his body, letting the dust slip through his body and onto the ground.

"This ...... This...... This can't be the fucking Yin soldier in the novel, right?" Wednesday seemed to remember something, and the smoke all over his body shook violently.

"Lao Tzu, is this fucking dead?"

"Can a dead man think?"

"Why do I seem to have a better brain?" Wednesday stretched out his slowly fluctuating hand, reaching into his head and stirring slowly, the smoke from the stirring head area also slowly turning.

"I guess it's really dead. Wednesday's tentacles changed positions and stirred, glancing at the direction in which the large army of Yin soldiers rushed out.

"No, Lao Tzu has to die to understand. "Wednesday chased out along the road.

Ten days later, Wednesday stood in front of a city, stared at it for a long time, and then kept muttering a word.

"Damn! Lao Tzu is really dead. ”