Zhao Yue and Han Bing are feuds.

Under the support of hatred, she has been in the fire abyss for a hundred years, and her temperament has become violent and perverse, although her cultivation is only in the late stage of the soul realm, but after having the transformation of the fire element essence, her combat power even surpasses that of the early stage of the transformation of the yuan, in this corner of the netherworld, it can be said that people block and kill, and beasts block and kill beasts. There were already several high-level fierce beasts and more than a dozen alliance disciples, innocent cultivators, who had become the souls of her swords.

Gold, wood, water, fire, earth, wind and thunder, the seven series of elemental essences, the three series of fire, wind and thunder are living beings, and the other four are dead things, so the difficulty of absorbing and surrendering the elemental essence of the three series of fire, wind and thunder is not at the same level as the other four series.

After leaning less, Zhao Ling's right hand was raised, her five fingers were opened, and in the palm of her hand, a crimson demon core still had residual warmth, she looked down at the demon core, and threw it into her mouth, the fire demon core, swallowed alive!

After swallowing the demon core, Zhao Ling's body did not show too much abnormality, and with the Fire Yuan Essence to help her digest, she didn't have to worry about it at all. In her hand, in a flash again, a scroll was revealed, spread out, and it was a simplified version of the map of the Netherworld.

Zhao Ling looked at the map, which she had obtained from a monk's storage bag a few days ago.

The map is only a few brief strokes, and the outline is not detailed, but it can still distinguish the general direction and main areas.

"To the northwest, there is the Nether Rift, and to the northeast, there is a place called the Coniferous Canyon......" Why are they all rift valleys, canyons?Zhao Ling frowned slightly. Her gaze fell on one of the words: The Netherworld Rift Valley is 100,000 feet deep, and 100 miles to the south of the center of the valley, there is a Netherworld Spring, which contains Netherworld Flames and cold-attribute fires......

"Cold attribute tinder?" Zhao Ling snorted lightly, she wasn't interested in this. However, in the next moment, her gaze revealed a gleam, cold attribute, if Han Bing's bastard was here, maybe he would be interested, right? Zhao Ling raised his head and looked coldly in the direction of the northeast.

In the Coniferous Canyon, Han Bing fell into a mysterious state of concentration in the process of absorbing the essence of the blue heart, and he was enjoying this baptism of energy, and time passed in a hurry. Thanks to the dragon veins in his body, the meridians of ordinary monks could not withstand the impact of such a torrent of energy at all.

Two months later, Han Bing's cultivation went from the late stage of soul void to the late stage of the Great Perfection. This level of leaping, if you just rely on Han Bing's meditation to absorb the spiritual power in the air, in this netherworld with abundant spiritual power, I am afraid that even if there are no 50 years, it will have to be 20 years.

The improvement of cultivation, each level, requires an extremely large amount of spiritual power resources, and each level, the required spiritual power resources have reached a rather terrifying amount.

This time, 7 years have passed. In the past 7 years, Han Bing has not stepped out of the house, and that drop of blue heart essence has been completely absorbed by him. In the past 7 years, Su Tong would come to Han Bing's house every once in a while, with a look of research on her face, but she didn't go in to disturb, just out of concern, she wanted to come to test Han Bing's state.

The magic weapons and treasures that Han Bing gave her did have an effect, and it should be said that the effect was beyond Han Bing's expectations. Every time Su Tong looked at Han Bing's house, there was a strange shyness on his face.

Su Tong used the Death Ding to refine the elixir that was difficult to refine before, and healed the injuries in her body, her cultivation was still in the late stage of the soul realm, but it was only one point better than seven years ago. Bixin, she is reluctant to use it.

In her hand, she was holding a jade box, which contained an elixir, the Soul Essence Pill, which could help the monks of the Great Perfection in the late stage of the Soul Void to successfully break through to the Soul Truth.

After a few more days, Su Tong came here every day, and every time she saw Han Bing's closed door, she tried to probe the room with her divine sense, but due to the effect of the isolation formation set up by Han Bing, she couldn't accurately judge the situation inside.

"Senior brother, aren't you ready to get out of the customs yet?" Su Tong finally asked, her voice, with the blessing of the spell, smoothly entering the room.

"It's been ten years since we came to the Netherworld, it's time to go somewhere else, maybe we can get more opportunities?" Su Tong may not have realized that her tone was so soft.

If it were before, when she wanted to leave, she could leave at any time, and she didn't have to care about the life or death of this so-called fellow disciple.

Su Tong waited for a long time, but did not see any response, just as she was about to leave in disappointment, the door of Han Bing's house was suddenly pushed open, and immediately, a cold aura quickly dispersed around the door, which made Su Tong, who was already in the late stage of soul, shiver. She stared blankly at Han Bing, who was standing a foot away from the door, with a monstrous shock in her eyes.

"Senior sister!" Han Bing called softly.

"You-Zhao Qiang's master-brother, your cultivation-" Su Tong was no longer able to detect his cultivation level, then, there was only one possibility, that is, the other party's cultivation far exceeded his own. Thinking of this possibility, Su Tong's face changed again, and he was speechless in shock.

Han Bing smiled embarrassedly and said, "Senior sister, don't panic, this is how you originally cultivated, but because of some changes, she fell, and now she is just recovering." ”

"......" Su Tong's mind went blank, "Then, what is your current cultivation—what is it?"

Han Bing looked at her calmly, and after leaning in, he nodded slightly, "One step away from the middle stage, if there are another ten years, it should be possible." ”

Su Tong listened to Han Bing's words, her hand shook violently, the jade box in her hand almost fell to the ground, and she laughed at herself:

"Hehe, it seems that you can't use the Soul Pills that Senior Sister refined for you. As she spoke, she flipped over the jade box in her hand and looked at it, and then threw it into the ring.

"Thank you, sister. Han Bing knew that the Soul Pills were one of the most difficult to refine among the Four-Rank Pills, and Su Tong, as a Four-Rank Alchemist, must have spent a lot of effort refining this Soul Pill.

"You're not a disciple of my Cloud Mist Sect, are you, you're not called Zhao Qiang, are you?" Su Tong suddenly raised his face and said, "I've been in the Cloud Mist Sect for more than three hundred years, and there is no disciple like you in the sect! ”

"This matter is a long story, don't mention it, as long as Senior Sister knows, I have no ill will towards the Cloud Mist Sect, but the Cloud Mist Sect saved my life, and besides, I can indeed be regarded as a disciple of the Cloud Mist Sect now, that's enough, right?" Han Bing sighed lightly.

"In this way, it is easy to understand the matter of the dead and the blue heart. Su Tong nodded hesitantly.

"Senior Sister is ready to leave this canyon?" Han Bing diverted the topic. Sure enough, the entanglement on Su Tong's face immediately disappeared.

"Yes, I was about to tell you about it, I got a map the other day, you see. Su Tong said, took out a map, spread it out, pointed to one of the points and said: "We are here now, about 10,000 miles west from us, there is a place called the Netherworld Rift, which covers a huge area, and there is a Netherworld Spring in the rift, we can go over and have a look." ”

Han Bing followed Su Tong's point and saw a huge area in the center of the map, and his gaze was immediately attracted by a text introduction. Nether Flame, Cold Elemental Flame!

"Where did this map come from?" Han Bing asked suddenly.

"In the hands of a disciple of the Xiuzhen Alliance, this kind of thing, it is impossible to have a loose cultivation, I think the Xiuzhen Alliance should have drawn a lot of such a map and distributed it to some key disciples. Su Tong said.

"In that case, there should be a lot of alliance disciples here, including some scattered cultivators who have received the news. Han Bing groaned. With his identity, he didn't dare to appear in a crowded place, but the fire of the cold attribute had a fatal temptation for him.