The blue sky slowly descended, and the flow of soul energy below seemed to be compressed, becoming clearer and clearer. Although the void was not sealed by the Qing Nether, all the souls felt that their soul energy was not flowing smoothly, as if they were about to solidify.

With the influx of a large number of Source Souls, the white mist fragments in the blue sky were significantly reduced. The larger fragments also cracked, but according to Ergou's estimate, even if all the souls here were put in, it would not be enough to remove the white mist.

The only remaining remnant soul in the void sensed the gradual increase in the aura of the Qing Nether, and as before, they could no longer care about fighting with the cultivators, and fled quickly.

The sound of the fall of the underworld sounded in Ergou's ears one after another, and this sound resounded through the sea of souls, making people feel uneasy.

Following the sound, Ergou saw that hundreds of lowly cultivators were putting away these underworld bodies one by one in an orderly manner. None of them have storage rings, so they can only carry them on their own underworlds. Some of the underworlds are too large and need to be carried by several souls before they can be carried away. The spirit's movements were laborious, but he stubbornly moved forward.

Every soul who was responsible for transporting the underworld would turn their heads and stare in the direction of the green underworld above their heads before leaving, and the light in their eyes flashed, but they couldn't tell whether it was excitement or sadness.

There are not many souls left in the void, and many soul elders are communicating with the clansmen, as if they are arranging the order of entering the Qing Nether, and it is more like arranging the next step of the clan.

Ergou saw all this in his eyes, and the ups and downs of his emotions at first have gradually calmed down.

"St. ... Holy Lord!" "The third prince came to Ergou's side at some point, and it was followed by the elders of the other soul and underworld clans, who had obviously learned the identity of the second dog from the third duke.

Ergou retracted the induction, he had been observing Sangong's actions carefully, and found that he was not in a hurry to invest in Qingming, so he always stayed out of the matter. Now that his identity has been exposed, Ergou is too lazy to hide it anymore.

"What is this Qingming?" asked Ergou.

"The inheritance artifact of the ghost burial prison master, the soul net. "Three justices.

Ergou frowned, he had heard of the name of the Soul Possession Network as early as when he was in the Beiyan Star Boundary, but Ergou couldn't connect it with such a huge blue sky in front of him. Except for the difference in volume, the main thing is that this green shadow does not look like a net at all, but like a piece of cloth.

"So this is the legacy of the Burial Prison Master?"

"Yes. ”

"And what's going on with the white mist?"

"This white mist is the remnant soul that broke out of the Houjiu Palace, and its strength is very strong, and under the siege of us and others, it strayed into the soul possession net. ”

"You're desperately breaking into the Soul Possession Network just to destroy it?"

"Yes. ”

"Can you only do it by throwing in the Source Soul?"

"That's the only way we can do it. Sangong's voice was full of deep helplessness.

"Is there anything peculiar about this white mist?"

"Other aspects are not clear, but we can be sure that it is good at the laws of time. ”

Ergou pondered, and continued to ask: "This Soul Possession Network continues to decline, is it that the inheritance has begun?"

"Back to the Holy Lord, it's like this, but this white mist ......"

"What's the impact?"

"The white mist still has spiritual intelligence, although we can't escape, but we are worried that once the love and the soul network merge, they will be affected by the law of time and exhaust their longevity. ”

"Is there a way to suspend the legacy?"

"It's... I don't know. ”

Ergou thought for a while, and then said, "What are you going to do next?"

Sangong and the other elders glanced at each other, and then said loudly: "In order to minimize this unknown risk, we are willing to die with this remnant soul!"

Ergou was full of thoughts, his eyes swept over the dozen or so soul elders, and from their determined gaze, Ergou saw the hope of the burial prison.

"I'm already grateful that you're here. Ergou said slowly.

"Holy Lord ......" more than a dozen souls knelt down in unison.

"I'm here to thank you on behalf of my lady!" said Ergou to the souls.

"Holy Lord not!"

Ergou waved his hand and continued, "Since you call me the Holy Lord, then you must listen to me. What's the objection?"

"This ...... Please instruct the Holy Lord!" After a moment of hesitation, the third prince took the lead in speaking, and then the souls echoed.

Ergou nodded: "Listen to my order, all the souls will withdraw from this place, and you will return to the clan to reorganize the clan rules!" A year later, you will come here to welcome the ghost burial prison master." ”

"Holy Lord!"

Ergou waved his hand again and said with a smile: "If I can't even clean up this little remnant soul, what face do I have to be your holy master?

The souls had complicated faces, and finally gritted their teeth and left with their clansmen one after another.

At this moment, the blue sky had already dropped by about half of the distance, and the second dog didn't feel anything special except for the spirit being further suppressed.

After the souls were gone, Sangong came out of a corner again.

"What does the Holy Lord command?" the third duke's action was naturally explained by the second dog.

Ergou looked at the green shadow above his head for a while, and then took out a spirit body from his eyebrows and handed it to Sangong.

"This is my net-shaped spirit spirit, which contains a thousand demon tablets, you only need to inject soul energy into the formation pattern in the ancient hall, and you can use the teleportation function. ”

"Holy Lord, what do you mean by this?" Sangong was shocked, the name of the Thousand Demon Monument had already been heard like thunder, and he couldn't imagine that Ergou would give it to himself so lightly.

"If I can't kill this white mist, then you will enter the middle hall and take away your love!" Ergou's voice was very low.

Sangong was shocked again, and at this moment it realized that Ergou was not sure to deal with this white mist at all, but he didn't want the soul of the Burial Prison to sacrifice for this again.

The third prince bowed deeply to the second dog: "Holy Lord can't, the underworld can't be without you anymore, I'm willing to die!"

Ergou turned his back to Sangong, took a deep breath, and said for a long time: "If it were someone else, I wouldn't pay attention to it at all, but this matter involves lovers, and I can't believe anyone! ”

Ergou's voice was unprecedentedly ruthless, as if the previously suppressed emotions had finally found an outlet. As he spoke, the second dog had already turned around and pressed the net-shaped spirit into the center of the third prince's eyebrows.

The three princes' bodies trembled, still maintaining a kneeling posture, not daring to move.

"This matter has nothing to do with you, with the Mo family, or even with the underworld, this is my housework, you don't have to blame yourself, understand?"

Sangong's underworld body trembled strongly again, and his voice was a little choked: "Understand... It's over!"

"Before the green darkness covers the entrance of the cave, if the white mist is still there, you immediately activate the Thousand Demon Monument to take away the lovers!" After the second dog finished speaking, he jumped towards the green darkness above his head and went straight to the place where the remnant soul of the white mist was.

Sangong raised his head and looked at the figure of Ergou leaving, and he was already in tears.

"In order to repay the Holy Lord, the liver and brain of the strange race are smeared on the ground!"