The days were dull, and two and a half months passed in a flash. Han Bing didn't spend too much time cultivating the exercises, and more often, he stayed alone in a small medicine garden in the mountains.

The medicinal herbs in the garden grew quite luxuriantly, Han Bing carefully picked the ripe herbs one by one and dried them for collection, although he couldn't refine even the simplest pills, Han Bing's understanding of herbology had grown a lot compared to before.

As the day when the legendary Netherworld Gate opened was getting closer and closer, Han Bing had already sensed that the atmosphere in the sect seemed to be obviously a little different from before. He also had a general understanding of the Netherworld Gate from the few sporadic records in the sect's library cabinet.

If it's really an organic fate, even if you fight for your life, it's worth going in and giving it a try. This is Han Bing's idea.

Han Bing was eager for the Ice Soul clone that was sealed in the ancient formation of the Puhua Mountain Range, with deep jealousy. With his current state, he couldn't completely control the evil nature of the ice soul at all, but it was very likely to be controlled by the other party. Because of this, he had no intention of going to the rescue.

Time, a few days passed, the sky of the sunset star, began to slowly reveal a trace of blood red color, with the appearance of these blood red, the spiritual power factors in the air began to become restless, at the same time, the monks on the star became more excited one by one, observing the changes of blood every day.

Han Bing learned from the occasional pass-by disciple chatter that every trace of blood red in this sky, on the day the boundary gate opened, there would be a lucky person in the hand of a thin blood-red line that was associated with him out of thin air, and use this as a guide to enter the netherworld gate, after getting this information, Han Bing's heart looked forward to it even more.

At the beginning, there were only a few bloodlines, but now, it seems that thousands have been derived, and they are still increasing, and at this rate, by the day the door opens, this number will likely grow to tens of thousands. That's a staggering amount.

In a quiet small hall at the Alliance headquarters, there were several people sitting upright. At the head of the group was a noble old man, who held a strange seal in his right hand and had words in his mouth. The few people sitting in front of him all looked at the old man nervously, not daring to disturb him at all.

After a long time, the old man's eyes opened slightly.

"Father, how is it?" The questioner was Mu Qingying, and her face was full of longing like everyone else.

The old man is none other than the leader of the Xiuzhen Alliance, the legendary top old monster of the Sunset Star, Mu Tie Zhenren, who reached the Great Perfection of the late Huayuan period thousands of years ago.

Mu Tiezhen's eyes calmly scanned the surroundings, and his face was always the kind of non-angry and arrogant person in the upper position.

"Wait a few more days, it seems that the situation is much better than the last time, and the number of people who can enter the Netherworld this time will be more than twice as many as the last time. However, whether you have this opportunity or not, the old man can't find out for the time being......"

"This is indeed good news. Mu Lei on the side saw that Mu Qingying's face was not very good, coughed dryly, and echoed loudly.

"Ying'er, you can't force this matter, just let it be, you don't have to take it too seriously. Mu Tiezhen nodded and said slowly.

"My daughter got it. The expression on Mu Qingying's face softened a little.

"That Han Bing, isn't there any news yet?" Mu Tiezhen changed the subject.

"Back to my father's words, not yet, not only us, but also the people of Stormwind City are looking for him, and there is no news at all. Mu Qingying said.

"Haha, that's fine, no matter who finds him, the kid won't have any good fruit to eat, so my father doesn't have to worry about it anymore. Murray laughed.

"How's the war going?" asked Mu Tiezhen.

"Since we reached a truce with Stormwind last month, the conflict is much smaller now, but it's ......"

"Just what?"

"It's just that now the Fengshen Sect seems to be pointing the finger at the Poison Sect, and the two sides are fighting each other, this Poison Sect, could it be that it had some kind of trouble with Stormwind City before? Anyway, the Poison Sect can also be regarded as an ally of my Xiuzhen Alliance, should we help them?" Mu Lei replied.

"Poison Sect?" Mu Tie Zhenren frowned slightly, obviously, he didn't have much of a good impression of this sect that acted strangely and had a distorted image. "Let's observe the progress of things for the time being, you don't need to deliberately help, you just have to get by. ”

"The boy understood. Murray nodded.

"I'm getting more and more interested in this woman named Qingling from the Fengshen Sect, she can actually have a way to control the army of the undead in the Sea of Death, this woman is not simple. Mu Tiezhen said, his eyes showing a thoughtful look.

"Back to my father, the child once had a meeting with this person, she is not a monk, but a sword spirit, perhaps, because of the spirit body, so it is easier to communicate with the undead, but this person is indeed thoughtful, and the cultivation is profound, ruthless, is an extremely terrible opponent. Murray said.

The hall fell silent, and the glow of the Night Pearl added a touch of warmth to the silence.