After Han Bing sat down, he closed his eyes and breathed for a moment, only then did he feel a little more comfortable, there was a strange noise beside him, he turned his head, and found that there were already disciples in the sect who began to notice him.

In order not to cause further trouble, Han Bing coughed dryly, pretended to be very careless, and then set his eyes on the gate of the sky.

Because it was dark, and Han Bing's location was indeed inconspicuous, soon, no one would pay attention to him anymore.

The blood-red gate in the center of the sky vortex gradually opened, and as time passed, the wonderful feeling in Han Bing's body and soul became stronger and stronger, and he had begun to be convinced that it was unlikely to be just a coincidence.

When the sky was white, the Netherworld Gate was already halfway open, and this door looked so grand and shocking.

It's coming, it's coming......

Some people began to meditate in their hearts that the fateful moment was coming soon.

The square was as silent as death, and even the sound of the leaves falling to the ground could be heard clearly. And, of course, the sound of someone swallowing saliva.

Boom!

Suddenly, a clear sound in the square touched the hearts of thousands of people, and immediately after, a slender pillar of red light suddenly shot straight into the sky on the ground.

The moment everyone discovered this pillar of light, their hearts were beating wildly. Three thousand pairs of eyes immediately searched from the pillar of light in the sky, looking for the owner of the pillar of light, and finally, their eyes fell on a corner at the edge of the square, Han Bing, who was dazed.

Han Bing raised his left hand flat, stupidly staring at the thin beam of light that ran through the center of his hand, and after a few breaths, when he realized that the situation was a little weird, he looked around, only to find that almost everyone was staring straight at him, and in that gaze, there was fear, longing, jealousy, doubt, unwillingness, and expectation......

"Someone who is destined?"

"Destined people!"

"Ahh

After the dead silence of the crowd, the pot exploded in an instant. At this moment, even if Han Bing wanted not to be noticed, he was the first person in the Cloud Mist Sect to be chosen by the Netherworld, and it was very likely that he was the first in the entire Sunset Star. Because the appearance of the second pillar of light was about 10 breaths later than Han Bing's pillar of light, and moreover, this second pillar of light was extremely far north of the Cloud Mist Mountain Range and belonged to the territory of the alliance.

Han Bing looked at the eyes around him and smiled bitterly in his heart, he is famous now, this is not what he wants.

Just when he felt embarrassed, a fragrant wind swept around him, followed by a flower in front of him, and a beautiful voice came from his ear: "Follow me." ”

Xia Wanqi directly took Han Bing across thousands of zhang and came to a secret attic on the main peak of cloud mist.

After the pillar of light on Han Bing's hand lasted for about a pillar of incense, it gradually shrank, and finally turned into a spot of light, which was printed on the palm of his hand. That's fine, at least outsiders can't see it.

"Sect Master!" Han Bing looked at Xia Wanqi and opened his mouth.

"Congratulations. Xia Wanqi smiled slightly and said.

Han Bing smiled awkwardly, he could still see a hint of longing in Xia Wanqi's expression, although she concealed it very well, he understood that any monk would like to be able to get this opportunity, and Xia Wanqi was of course no exception. No matter how Han Bing said it, he was also an old monster who had lived for more than 10,000 years, and Xia Wanqi's Taoism was still too shallow in front of him.

"But I know almost nothing about the Netherworld, and I don't know if it's a blessing or a curse. Han Bing sighed, as if to enlighten Xia Wanqi.

"Legend has it that there is a great opportunity in the netherworld, it is definitely not groundless, not to mention the great opportunity that can be met but cannot be sought, just the free primordial essence in the netherworld is enough to make the entrant crazy......" Xia Wanqi said a little sourly.

The free essence of the primordial gods, this Han Bing knows, the netherworld is vast, and he can't know the history of its origin and existence, but every time it is opened, a large number of monks will enter, although there are very few who can be sent alive after 50 years, but these people, without exception, have become the real powerhouses on the Xiuzhen Star later.

And after the death of a large number of fierce beasts and monks, the spiritual power in the body will not disperse, and after a long period of refining of heaven and earth, it will become the purest essence of the primordial spirit, and it will become the target of the next group of monks like a treasure. Not to mention the natural treasures that have not been picked for many years and have been cultivated for countless years.

"It's just that your cultivation is indeed too low. Xia Wanqi said softly, opportunities and risks coexist in the Netherworld, and it may not be a good thing for a low-level monk to enter. As Han Bing said, I don't know if it's a blessing or a curse.

Han Bing withdrew his left hand and looked up at the window, no expression could be seen on his face, his gaze was in the direction of Stormwind City, the Sea of Death. If he hadn't taken the fake pill given by the brothers and sisters of the Mu family of the Alliance, he wouldn't have ended up where he is today.

At the same time, he also thought of Qingling, and now, between him and Qingling, he can't tell who is the perpetrator and who is the victim.

Xia Wanqi wiped her right hand on the ring and took out a stainless steel long sword. This long sword, after being blessed by the formation, is very powerful, and in the entire Cloud Mist Sect, it can be regarded as a top-grade collection.

"This sword is for you to help you defend yourself. Xia Wanqi handed the sword forward and said.

Han Bing turned his head, glanced at the stainless steel sword, then at Xia Wanqi, shook his head, and said:

"Thank you for the kindness of the sect master, I am not good at using swords. ”

"In that case, you can choose any weapon from my Cloud Mist Sect's arsenal, after all, you represent the Cloud Mist Sect, if you really get a chance in the Netherworld, you can also raise the power of my Cloud Mist Sect!" Xia Wanqi said with a smile.

Han Bing listened to Xia Wanqi's words, thought for a while, and nodded.

At that moment, the two of them came to the arsenal, Han Bing randomly selected a dry bone staff, the staff was not high-level, the arsenal of the Cloud Mist Sect was not large, the collection was quite shabby, there were many weapon racks, but most of them were empty, and Han Bing swept away the only few staffs at a glance.

"Hehe, do you still like it?" Xia Wanqi seemed to see what Han Bing was thinking, and said with some embarrassment.

"Not bad. Han Bing nodded, his current cultivation was not enough to condense the Soul Devouring Staff, and with this dry bone spell in his hand, it was always better than nothing.

"This staff is called 'Cloud Chasing Staff', which was obtained by a senior of my sect when he traveled many years ago, although it is only a soul level magic weapon, but it can also reach the peak of the soul level. Xia Wanqi explained. She wields her own sword, so she doesn't know much about staffs.

As the two were talking, there was another exclamation in the distance.

"It must be someone who has a chance again. Xia Wanqi's eyes turned to the direction where the voice came from, a smile appeared on her face, the voice came from Cloud Mist Square, luckily, the Cloud Mist Sect counted Han Bing, there were already two people who had entered the distance, and finally ended the embarrassment of shaving their heads in previous years.

After Han Bing said goodbye to Xia Wanqi, he walked alone in the direction of the Hidden Scripture Pavilion. Xia Wanqi flew to the square.

Han Bing came to the Scripture Pavilion, and the elders guarding the Pavilion were also looking up at the sky, and when they saw Han Bing coming, they were a little impatient, what was the Scripture Pavilion at such an important moment?

Han Bing ignored the old man's impatience, lit up his identity, and entered the pavilion, and stayed until it was close to noon, before he came to the square in Xia Wanqi's eager jade slip transmission, at this time, the door of the netherworld had been completely opened, and the gate was no longer spewing red mist outward, but tended to be calm, revealing the illusory scene inside, and a dark gray color was faintly visible.

"Zhao Qiang is here!" As soon as Han Bing came to the square, a sharp-eyed disciple immediately recognized him, he had become a star figure in the Cloud Mist Sect. Surrounded by everyone, Han Bing was pushed to the top of the platform.

Another lucky person from the Cloud Mist Sect also came to the high platform, and Han Bing saw that the other party was a young female cultivator with long hair and a shawl, and a pleasant round face, but her cultivation had reached the late stage of soul truth, which was much higher than the current Han Bing.

"The two of you are both disciples of the Cloud Mist Sect, you have to take care of each other, if you go to the Netherworld, you will definitely meet someone from the Xiuzhen Alliance, you must be careful, Su Tong, you are a senior sister, you have to take care of Senior Brother Zhao Qiang, do you know?" Xia Wanqi instructed.

"Disciple understands!" The woman named Su Tong clasped her fists and nodded, and after speaking, she glanced at Han Bing, and Han Bing sensed a faint indifference from her gaze. It seems that this woman is not as easy to get along with as her face, and from the bottom of her heart she has already regarded herself as a burden.

"Next, wait to enter the door, I don't ...... this" Xia Wanqi's words were not finished, suddenly, there was a violent roar from the giant gate in the sky, and in the next moment, standing on the high platform, Han Bing and the envy of many disciples seemed to be vigorously pulled, and their bodies rose into the air extremely quickly at a speed invisible to the naked eye, and at the same time, from all over the Sunset Star, tens of thousands of monks rose into the air together, and in the blink of an eye, they rushed towards the mysterious Netherworld Gate.

Han Bing felt that he couldn't control his body at the moment, he was completely forcibly pulled by the huge force, and the sound of breaking wind in his ears told him how fast his sprint speed was at this time.