He Yiming's confident smile slowly converged. Under Mu Zilong's rather strange gaze, he was even more embarrassed.

"Brother He, the one you just called should be the famous one hundred and eight. Mu Zilong said with a smile: "Lord Shenlong once said when he came out that the one who resealed the passage this time should be this peerless master. He paused, and asked in a strange tone: "But brother, I heard Ao Borui and them say that this Mr. One Hundred and Eight seems to be from the same rough background as the old man, so where did he learn the way of divine arithmetic?"

The way of divine arithmetic is the same as martial arts, if you don't have a good inheritance and outstanding talent, then you don't want to achieve anything at all. Moreover, the way of divine arithmetic pays more attention to the inheritance of knowledge, if someone can learn without a teacher, this probability is really negligible.

He Yiming was slightly stunned and said, "Brother, how do you know that one hundred and eight essences are good at the way of divine arithmetic?"

Mu Zilong said as a matter of course: "Back then, our First Divine Operator of the Divine Way and the First Divine Operator of the Divine Beast joined forces and pinched our fingers in the Beihai Sea for a whole year to calculate the entrance of the passage. However, after entering the passage, it is not possible to calculate the closing point of the passage entrance. We didn't dare to attack casually, for fear that the passage would be expanded and it would be difficult to clean up in the end, so we had to delay it indefinitely. He let out a long sigh and said, "If that Mr. One Hundred and Eight hadn't calculated the closing point of the entrance to the passage." Then no matter how great his skills are, don't think about closing the passage smoothly. ”

He Yiming nodded suddenly, it turned out that there was such a reason.

Mu Zilong shook his head and said, "If Mr. One Hundred and Eight also entered the passage with us in the past, then we could close the passage with all our strength back then, and we wouldn't stay there for five hundred ...... It's been five thousand years. When he said this, he suddenly slapped his forehead and said with a smile: "I'm also old and confused, how old is that Mr. One Hundred and Eight this year, how can he not live for five thousand years." ”

He Yiming's face suddenly became quite weird, and he was sweating profusely in his heart, he was afraid that the years that one hundred and eight had lived were not more than five thousand years.

But even if he was killed, he couldn't say it.

Even if it is a Shinto powerhouse, it is impossible to have a lifespan of five thousand years, if everyone knows now that one hundred and eight is acquainted with the human Shinto god operator in the past, and the destination they are going to is one hundred and eight's hometown, then God knows what will happen uncontrollable.

Mu Zilong looked around, but he never found any trace, he said suspiciously: "Brother He, is Mr. One Hundred and Eight really here?"

He Yiming said solemnly: "Of course Brother Bai is here, if not, who closed this passage." ”

Mu Zilong bowed his head slightly and said, "Since that's the case, why didn't I find out." ”

He was quite confident in his own strength, as long as the other party was not a higher-level Shinto powerhouse, then he would definitely be able to detect a hint of clues.

He Yiming also muttered to himself in his heart, this guy is really good at hiding. There are so many Shinto powerhouses, but none of them can find his traces.

"Brother Mu rest assured, Brother Bai, he has never liked to see outsiders. So it's also a habitual act to hide, and I'll call him out. He Yiming shook his head and said.

He soared into the air and flew into the air, a golden light splashed under his feet, and the brilliant brilliance obscured his figure, so that the people below could not see his movements.

Reaching out and gently pressing the tracker on his chest, the tracker now seems to be a little more capable than before, because there are more things in it.

"Brother Bai, where are you?" He Yiming said softly.

For a long time, no sound came from the tracker.

He Yiming's figure slowly froze in mid-air, and he suddenly found that the strength on his body seemed to have been taken away by something, and he couldn't even move.

Inexplicably, there was an indescribable panic feeling in his heart, and it was rapidly expanding.

Ever since One Hundred and Eight put this tracker in his hands, it has become the most reliable communication tool between them.

In addition to entering the land of death and severing contact with each other, as long as He Yiming opened his mouth to summon, one hundred and eight would give him an accurate answer in the shortest possible time.

All this is already taken for granted.

This time, however, after he made the call. One hundred and eight still had no news, and there was no response at all, which made He Yiming, who was used to one hundred and eight by his side, feel a trace of incomparable shock and horror.

As a new Shinto powerhouse, he shouldn't have been afraid of anything anymore. However, at this moment, there was an uncontrollable feeling of fear in his heart.

Scared, he was scared. Faintly, he didn't seem to want to delve into this feeling, but he knew even more that he must find out the hundred and eight.

With a flicker, He Yiming had disappeared into mid-air and came to the ground.

At this time, his face was already faintly blue, and there was a deep cold air on his body.

Mu Zilong originally wanted to ask, but when he saw his face, he suddenly shuddered involuntarily, and swallowed the words he wanted to ask again.

"Lixun, how did Brother Bai seal the passage?" He Yiming asked in a deep voice.

Yuan Lixun was slightly stunned, it was the second time she had seen He Yiming's terrifying expression.

In Kairongguo, when she received an unhealable whiplash on her face, He Yiming's calm exterior hid that endless anger. At that time, he was like a volcano that would erupt at any time, and people were afraid to approach.

At this moment, although He Yiming's appearance was barely calm, the aura on his body was becoming more and more terrifying.

Taking a deep breath, Yuan Lixun immediately said, "Brother Bai, he took most of the white stone, saying that he wanted to use the power in the white stone to seal the space. After a pause, she asked, "Yiming, Brother Bai, what happened to him?"

"I don't know......" He Yiming shook his head blankly. "I can't contact him, and I can't sense his presence. ”

Although the white stone is precious, for He Yiming, it is far less important than one hundred and eight to him. So he didn't care about Baishi's gains and losses at all, but he was extremely worried about Baibai's non-response.

Yuan Lixun's expression changed slightly, and inexplicably, a strange scene flashed in her mind.

When the space she was guarding was completely secured, she seemed to see the huge white rock over Iceland split apart and flew like a cannonball to the distant ice, smashing holes of various sizes into the ice and sinking into the sea.

She didn't understand why she suddenly remembered this scene, but after hearing the disappearance of One Hundred and Eight, this scene became clearer and clearer in her mind.

Mu Zilong finally stepped forward and said, "Brother He, Mr. One Hundred and Eight is missing?"

He Yiming smiled reluctantly and said, "Brother Mu smiled, Brother Bai may have been delayed by something, so he can't come out to meet for the time being." ”

He clearly meant to comfort himself, because even he didn't believe it.

It's just that he didn't completely despair in his heart, because many experiences told him that one hundred and eight was a guy who couldn't be killed, even if his body was full of holes. He can also be self-healing.

It is precisely because Baibai has this incredible special physique that He Yiming firmly believes that he will not die no matter what.

As soon as the passage was closed, the boulder that the Hundred Brothers used to close the passage suddenly cracked and scattered in the surrounding sea. Yuan Lixun hesitated and said: "At that time, I had some strange feelings, it seems that this is not the white stone, but the ...... of the hundred brothers."

Yuan Lixun's tone paused slightly, because this feeling was too terrifying.

However, He Yiming's face gradually became ugly, Baishi - one hundred and eight!

His eyes lit up suddenly, and he said, "Where are those scattered white stones?"

Yuan Lixun pointed to the surrounding sea. Said: "Baishi has fallen into the sea and is missing. ”

He Yiming took a deep breath, his feet suddenly fell, the ice under his feet had melted inexplicably, and there was a small circular cave on the ice, allowing him to enter the bottom of the sea directly.

Mu Zilong looked at his feet inexplicably, he really couldn't guess He Yiming's thoughts, could it be that the broken white stone had something to do with the disappearance of One Hundred and Eight?

He Yiming opened his eyes and searched in the sea. At this time, the only worry in his heart was that he didn't know where these white stone fragments were scattered, and if they fell to the bottom of the sea, then there was still some hope that they could be recovered. But if he was caught up in the spatial vortex of Iceland's disappearance, there was nothing he could do.

In the middle of the sea, there is no trace. Just when he was helpless, the tracker on his chest suddenly moved.

He Yiming was overjoyed in his heart, just like a drowning man grasping the last straw, no matter whether this straw could save his life or not, he would firmly grasp it in his hand and never let go.

The tracker was taken out by He Yiming, and the thing slowly changed in the sea, and finally turned into a small mini version of Hundred and Eight.

However, this one hundred and eight has obviously lost his former liveliness and wisdom, and his movements are stiff and slow.

He Yiming knew that it must be because something happened to the body of One Hundred and Eight, so this little guy would become like this.

The miniature version of Hundred and Eight suddenly swam in a certain direction, but his speed was really outrageously slow.

He Yiming followed behind it, and in just a few breaths, he confirmed the direction of his swimming, so he reached out and dragged it into his hand, and his body writhed like a big fish, and it was gone away in an instant.

It didn't take long for him to feel an extremely faint glow.

He Yiming's eyes suddenly lit up, this light was quite familiar to him, because this was the light of the white stone, but the power in this white stone was almost exhausted, and the white light was dim and difficult to distinguish.