With a slight flip of his wrist, there was already a small round object with a metallic color in He Yiming's hand.

This is the item that One Hundred and Eight secretly handed over to him before leaving, and even He Yiming doesn't know what it is.

Taking off the tracker on his chest, He Yiming tried to shout: "Hundred brothers, hundred brothers......"

After half a ring, there was still no sound coming out.

This was the first time such a thing had happened, and in any previous situation, as long as he started calling, he would definitely be able to get a corresponding answer. But now there's no sound here. It can be seen that he has indeed lost contact with the hundred and eight.

However, this was already expected by He Yiming, the moment he passed through Iceland, he had lost his sense of the mind of the Shinto Blood Condensator, so he knew that during this short journey, he must have passed through a certain space, and he and Bai Tuo Eight were no longer in the same space, so it was naturally impossible to get in touch again.

After thinking about it for a moment, He Yiming put the round thing in his hand on top of the tracker.

Something strange happened, and the round object immediately began to melt into a sheet of golden water, and wrapped the tracker in it.

Then, the voice of One Hundred and Eight rang out.

"He Yiming, I will find a way to close the passage again. ”

He Yiming's face changed slightly, and he said, "Are you a hundred brothers?"

"Yes and no. ”

He Yiming's eyes widened, and then he thought that the guy in his hand would definitely not be able to see his expression, so he scratched his eyes and said, "Who are you?"

"I'm a signal terminal for one hundred and eight, and I have all the memories and partial reckoning powers. The tracker in his hand said slowly.

"You...... What are you capable of? Can you help me deal with the dead creatures? Although He Yiming didn't understand it very well, he quickly accepted the existence of this thing.

After all, He Yiming was already familiar with one hundred and eight's various abilities.

"I can advise, but I can't help you. The signal terminal said calmly.

He Yiming sighed lightly and said to this incomplete version of the hundred and eight: "Okay, can you really close this passage?"

"There is a success rate of more than 80 percent. ”

He Yiming's face changed slightly, and he said, "When will it be closed." ”

"Within a year, it should be possible to close before Iceland disappears, otherwise you will have to wait for the next Iceland to open. ”

He Yiming had a mixed look on his face, and said, "If you close this passage, will we have to stay here forever?"

"No, as long as you return to the entrance of the passage after ten months and wait, you should be able to withdraw smoothly before closing. The signal terminal paused and added, "If Yuan Lixun and Bao Zhu can meet the standards I demand, there will be no problems." ”

He Yiming's eyes suddenly lit up, and he finally understood why Yuan Lixun, Bai Ma Raiden and Bao Zhu obediently went out because of the promise made to them by one hundred and eight.

When they heard that Bai and Eight were sure to close this passage and be able to let He Yiming and the others come out, it was like a drowning person grasping the last straw, Yuan Lixun and the others naturally did it without hesitation.

Of course, only the strange guy of One Hundred and Eight can win the trust of everyone, and if this sentence is another person, no one will be able to believe it.

But one hundred and eight is different, his performance is obvious to all, and his magic is incomparable to even people in Shinto.

Yuan Lixun and others' trust in him was by no means a whim.

Taking a deep breath, He Yiming let this shocking news digest in his heart, and he said in a deep voice: "Brother Bai, even the dragons can't close this passage, why can you do this?"

After a half-silence, the signal terminal said in a mechanical, emotionless synthesized voice: "This channel was originally opened by me, and only I can calculate the point of its closure." ”

The muscles on He Yiming's face twitched a few times, and his gaze gradually became indignant.

It turns out that the real culprit is here......

The origin of One Hundred and Eight is mysterious, He Yiming initially thought that he was from an island overseas, but later as his horizons broadened, he knew that this was impossible.

However, at that time, the relationship between them was already quite tacit and friendly, so He Yiming no longer took this matter to heart.

And now, He Yiming knows that the initial formation of this channel is due to one hundred and eight.

"Brother Bai, why didn't you completely close this passage in the first place. He Yiming complained helplessly.

"When I first came here, I was already exhausted of energy, and it took thousands of years of replenishment to fully recover, so I was really powerless. The signal terminal seemed to think for a moment, and then said: "But the channel was closed at that time, and if it wasn't for those people who opened the channel, this kind of thing would definitely not have happened." ”

He Yiming sighed deeply and was speechless, one hundred and eight came here through this passage, leaving a tail that had not yet had time to be cut off.

During the days when he was recuperating, some Shinto people discovered this tail and gathered all the Shinto power in the world to reopen it, and it was really hard to blame him for such a thing.

Shaking his head, He Yiming put these thoughts down for the time being, but he had firmly remembered that after ten months, before the passage was closed, he must return to the passage entrance, otherwise once Baibaiba really closed the passage, and he missed the appointment, then it would be too late to cry.

With a flip of his wrist, he had already put away the mutation tracker in his hand.

This thing can only serve as a counselor, but it can't fight alongside him like one hundred and eight, so he has to keep it well, and he can't be thrown out as a big knife.

As soon as his gaze turned, there were only Shinto blood condensers and cloud clones left in the entire sky.

However, at this time, the volume of the cloud and mist division has been more than half smaller, although it still maintains He Yiming's appearance, but in terms of proportion, it looks like a five or six-year-old boy.

Laughing dumbly, He Yiming knew that this was because with the fierce battle, the cloud clone would use up a little bit of water every time he made a move.

His body was originally condensed by a pot of water turned into mist, but now the water in the mist is constantly dissipating as he attacks the enemy, and his size is naturally getting smaller and smaller.

With a slight wave of his sleeves, the cloud clone suddenly burst open, turning into a mist in mid-air, and instantly dissipated in the yellow sand.

However, when He Yiming's gaze fell on the body of the Shinto Blood Condenser, his face changed suddenly.

Because he sensed that the strength of the blood coagulation man seemed to have become completely different from before. A thought flooded through his mind, and it quickly connected with the thoughts of the Shinto blood condensator.

The surprise in He Yiming's heart became more and more intense.

At this time, even his mind seemed to have become dozens of times stronger, and such a huge idea power would not be inferior to the mind body he had just condensed.

He Yiming's face changed unpredictably, and an incredible thought appeared in his heart.

Could it be that in the promotion process just now, even this Shinto blood condensator has benefited a lot, and has become a Shinto puppet who can compete with him?

It wasn't that he was guessing, but that he sensed it from the breath on the Shinto Blood Condensation Man.

Whether it is the power of the mind in the mind, or the power flowing between the one hundred and eight relics in the body of the Shinto blood condensation person, it all shows.

The power he possesses has surpassed the pinnacle of humanity and reached the realm of true Shinto.

One of the greatest proofs is that what flows among the relics is not an ordinary blood coagulation power, but a blood divine power, which is the same power as the blood divine power that Jimo Vanshu has mastered.

His throat shook with difficulty, and He Yiming was really a little uncomfortable with this Divine Dao Blood Condensation Man who suddenly became extremely powerful.

God knows how this guy progressed, and this silent way was enough to make anyone scareless.

He tried to give an order to attack in his mind, and the next moment, the Shinto Blood Condenser immediately raised his hand and gently stroked it.

Far more powerful than before was revealed in an instant, and on the poor ground, those huge potholes had not had time to be filled before there was a huge cross hole.

He Yiming's face became quite strange, he was finally convinced that this Divine Dao Blood Condensation Man had become a real Divine Dao powerhouse, and before he made a move, he didn't absorb the power of heaven and earth at all, but the power released was the power of heaven and earth.

Whatever you do is mighty, this is the only criterion for a Shinto powerhouse.

The fox looked at the expressionless Shinto blood condensator suspiciously, and a sentence suddenly appeared in He Yiming's mind, that divine dragon once said that the power of the Shinto blood condensator was far more than his original realm.

His eyes lit up slightly, He Yiming still admired the old dragon's eyes, and after a while, he had roughly understood the reason.

At the center of the eyebrows of the Shinto Blood Condensator is the real Shinto relic, and even the auxiliary relics on his body are also real great relics.

The power he possesses is definitely not at this level of the peak of humanity, and this can be glimpsed as long as he can release the power of heaven and earth when he is at the peak of humanity.

The reason why he couldn't show his strongest strength should be influenced by his own strength.

Only when He Yiming himself was promoted to Shinto could the blood condensator exert the power he should have.

He Yiming is a fan of the authorities, but the old dragon can see it at a glance.

He Yiming's heart immediately relaxed, as if he had unloaded a huge burden, and showed a happy smile.

No wonder he always felt that something was wrong with this Shinto blood condensator before, and even his thoughts were so depressed. It turned out that it was because his strength couldn't be fully released at all, so he had this feeling.

A satisfied smile flashed on his face, anyone with a Shinto puppet by his side should be happy not to find the north.

"Boom ......"

In the distance, there was a huge power fluctuation suddenly, He Yiming was slightly stunned, he stared at it, but he saw nothing. After a moment of silence, his body suddenly flew in that direction like an arrow from the string......