Under the yellow spring, there was silence, there was no sound, some figures shuttled, in the mist, looking like ghosts, the fog was confused, obscuring their figures, and flashed from time to time.

It was a silent area, and there seemed to be nothing around them, but everyone held their breath because as soon as they opened their mouths, a stream of water appeared out of thin air and submerged into their mouths.

This is under the Yellow Spring, a place of silence.

Fortunately, if you are a cultivator, you can hold your breath for a long time, and if a mortal comes here, I am afraid that I will die of anger after just a few breaths.

Some people open their mouths to speak, but they are blocked, and their voices cannot be heard, and some people transmit sounds, and their consciousness is blocked, and their thoughts are shattered, and their faces are pale.

It's cut off from all contact, and you have to go alone.

But fortunately, I can still see other people's movements.

Everyone converged somewhere, and vaguely saw a vague figure in the forefront.

Su Wendao didn't have the previous indifference, but muttered to himself, as if he was looking for something, and seemed a little eager, his lips trembled, as if he was chanting a mantra.

Not far away, a few people who were close to Shouyuan approached him, but they were shocked by the momentum that emanated, and Su Wendao at this time was very different from the past.

They felt a chill, coming from their souls, as if they were enveloped by a terrifying aura.

They exuded their cultivation and finally determined the source of the cold qi, and asked from Su.

But in the blink of an eye, Su asked and disappeared, just deep in the fog ahead.

Several figures in the rear suddenly began to retreat, shuttling through the space under the Yellow Spring, trying to capture Su Wendao's way.

In the rear, the young monks were cautious, and seemed to be extremely cautious, for just now some creature appeared and took a monk away, and the monk did not resist at all.

At this time, Kimina's figure also appeared, unlike others, others were shuttling through the eyes of the Yellow Spring, while Kimina was directly involved in the retreat because the earth had collapsed.

It seems that there is more than one entrance to enter here, and at this time, some creatures on the periphery of the underworld also appear here, some bull heads and horses are close to Mu Ming, but they quickly disappear again, and Mu Ming's body has three monstrous ghost qi, making these ghosts extremely fearful.

Kimina frowned, it was not possible to keep a low profile at this time, at this time, the big dog carrying Kimina fell into a strange state, it seemed to be evolving, his consciousness was confused, and he was full of evil energy, except for Kimina here, he was extremely hostile to everything.

There was an eyeless bull head and horse face approaching, but it was swallowed by a whirlpool outside the big dog's body, and for a moment, there was no breath.

At this time, many black whirlpools appeared outside the big dog's body, one of which was gloomy and cold, and there was like a cave of death devouring some strange substance.

At this point, it seems that something has changed in the big dog, but Kinama lets it change.

Even, when he raised his hand, some dark power swept over and injected it into the big dog's body.

It didn't take long for Kinawa to see the monks in the distance, but at this time they seemed to be busy fighting for some flowers and plants.

There were fruits hanging in the void, and those fruits grew from brown vines, and the vines could only see their stems, but not their roots, as if they were growing somewhere in the void, and the roots were hidden tracks.

The fruits are strangely fragrant, with black veins on them, and they contain a strong vitality, which seems to be out of place here.

That's why these people snatch.

Return the yang fruit!

This is the fruit eaten by the living, to be precise, the fruit eaten by those who are half-dead and have only half their lives left, and it is useful to everyone, whether it is mundane, even for high-ranking monks, but the effect is only long.

Therefore, although many people compete, but there are also people who just look at it and give up, this thing may be extremely cherished by some people, but it is just chicken ribs for others.

It is said to be a yang fruit, but it is just a name for this thing among mortals.

And those people pay attention to some black grass that flashes from time to time.

Yin Soul Grass is also called Soul Fixing Grass, and some people even call it Death Grass.

This grass contains strange Taoist rules, which seem to involve the power of creation, and was once a species born at the time of the opening of the heavens, but then fell into the underworld, and took root, and has since disappeared from the sun.

However, there are always people who are worried, and when they come to the underworld, or the spirit is out of the body, or the longevity is approaching, they will come here to look for it.

However, as Su Wenwen said, this thing is highly poisonous to the living, and being half-dead is the norm in the future.

Just like the hundred-year-old pill that Mu Ming found back then, it is the most poisonous thing, but it can prolong life, but it is half human and half ghost in the future.

In the void, a grass appeared, not small, very large, three feet in size, with nine leaves, and it was pitch black, but it was a strange fragrance.

Someone pounced, but the black grass disappeared, and the void was just a brand, and there were black points of light spilling down, and the brand disappeared.

But a moment later, it flashed back not far away.

It turned out that here was the projection.

Attempts to capture continued to be made, but to no avail.

From time to time, it reappeared, but the black grass changed, it was smaller, and some people looked forward to it, and after a while, the void was covered with black grass, and their color gradually changed.

"It's splitting, it was the imprint of the Tao before, and now it's becoming substance!" Someone who read the account of this thing was very excited at this time.

First the red grass appeared, then orange, then golden, and finally colorful and shining all over the void.

And the original black color is gone.

It was at this moment that those people moved, and they kept shining, and each time they shone, there was something more in their hands.

However, the strange thing is that when someone is holding more than a dozen grasses, some of the Yin Soul Grass in their hands slowly disappear transparently, and finally disappear, leaving only one in their hand.

"It seems that the rumors are true, one grass and one soul, no more, no less. ”

Someone muttered to himself that he had given up his plan to continue snatching the Yin Soul Grass, but he didn't dare to take it.

It's amazing, but the devil knows if anything will happen if you take it here.

However, it is only relatively speaking, some people who are close to the life of the Yuan have taken this thing, and they do not hesitate to accept it, and suddenly black thunder is born around them, like a black snake, and their own temperament has also changed, the original Yang Qi is hidden, only the cold is dispersed, and their vitality seems to be recovering, as time spreads, the vitality is rising, and the longevity is at least five hundred years more.

However, some people shook their heads, this is a complete fusion of this soul fixing grass, so that the soul fixing grass takes root in the primordial god, absorbing the power of the original primordial god, but correspondingly, the soul-fixing grass will also become his primordial god, making up for their original little longevity.

Ki Na watched from a distance, and he didn't get close, in fact, he also had people here who paid attention, but the aura emanating from the big dog's body was extremely cold, and they thought that Ki Na had also taken this thing here.

After coming here, everyone maintained a tacit understanding, neither the three clans nor the Shinto people were ruthless to each other, even if they were fighting, it was to the point.

The underworld is unknown to the three tribes, and it is not the same to most of the people in Shinto, and the living feel closer to them than to the fate of the dead.

Kinama just looked at it for a moment, then slowly walked forward.

It's wide, to be exact, there are no borders, and the boundaries that can't be seen are all hazy mist, and there are looming sounds, from the depths of the soul.

Kinama went somewhere, always feeling that there was some kind of call there, Kikina knew, that call came from the connection of the leather scroll in the past, no matter what, to see, it was the end of cause and effect, sooner or later, not as good as now.

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