Yinchen turned his head and saw the silver-white robe hanging from the bedside support, remembering the happy look on Qiling's face when he looked at the clothes he had given him just now. Once Qi Ling said to Yinchen: "Your prince's clothes are so beautiful, I have never worn such beautiful clothes since I was a child, they are so beautiful, are these clothes silk? These embroideries will be embroidered for a long time." He remembered the serious and envious expression on Qi Ling's face at that time, and the eyes covered with thick eyelashes, like two gems covered by soft black feathers. "Can I have such beautiful clothes in the future?Can the apostle be as handsome as your lord?" There is a place that sells clothes when passing through town, and I will buy it for you. But if you continue to jump up and down, climb trees and dig holes like you do now, all the good clothes you wear will be ruined. Qi Ling waved his hand: "How could that be! I can't bear it!

Tomorrow, before Kirin goes to the soul mound, let him change into the new clothes he just had. After all, he was already the venerable apostle of the nation. Maybe the little cub didn't realize that his fate had changed completely.

Silver Dust lay down softly on the bed and closed his eyes with a smile.

He didn't even notice that during these days with Kirin, he showed more smiles than in the past few years. In my heart, I have become more and more concerned about this blank paper-like teenager. Perhaps this is the bond between the prince and the apostles. Emotions that are stronger than blood, soul that is purer than partners, countless warm details, slowly flowing in the chest.

Many familiar scenes in my mind also slowly emerged from the memories that I had deliberately closed, like a long rainy season hanging over my soul, and under the huge rain was a minefield of memories that people dared not touch. The faces of those people now appeared gently above their faces, and their sad and moving eyes stared at themselves.

A layer of transparent tears appeared in Yinchen's eyes.

【Abyss Corridor】

The jewel bead chain on his hand kept glowing on and off, and it became more and more rapid, as if a dying soul was struggling to breathe. A paralyzing tingling sensation like electricity emanated from the gemstone, piercing the skin one after another. These flickering signals told him that the Netherworld was calling to him again and again, and it proved that he was in mortal danger at the moment. I can remember never having such a situation.

Shenyin scurried quickly in a gloomy fog, and the faint blue light emitted by the chain of crystal beads on his wrist at this moment could only illuminate a short distance of space, and everything beyond was wrapped in clammy darkness. All around him were the sound of the forest waves rolling up as the hurricane swept over the trees, like a terrifying cry. The moonlight was cut off by the lush canopy of trees overhead, and only the eerie darkness filled the surroundings.

From time to time, a soul beast would strike like lightning in the dark fog, and Shenyin would always use her silver-white metal whip covered with sharp barbs to tear the roaring monster into a pile of blood-splattered flesh with a single "swish". Originally, the upper apostle was undoubtedly overwhelming against an ordinary soul beast, even if he couldn't kill instantly, he could end the other party's life in a few ups and downs, not to mention the divine sound that was known as the killing apostle.

But as he slaughtered all the way, Shen Yin gradually frowned, and the more he went to the core of the abyss corridor, the more he could feel the ferocity and brutality of the soul beast. When he first entered the abyss corridor, he could make low-level soul beasts crush his bones without making a move, just by relying on the soul power released by instantly locking his pupils, and now, he had to pull out his horcrux from his body in order to maintain his forward speed and not be restrained. And the last one to kill, the green-light water chestnut lizard covered with sharp scales even cut a few wounds on his arm, and at this moment, those wounds are coming from a tearing pain, as if a living creature has burrowed into the flesh and continues to bite the nerve endings - it seems that those scales must be stained with venom, and if they are not cleaned up in time, they may cause wound infection. Kamiyin realized that the level of danger was increasing exponentially as she advanced through the abyssal corridor. Oh no, to be precise, before, for every thousand steps forward, the soul beast's soul power increased by a notch, but now, with every hundred steps forward, the soul beast's soul power obviously jumped by one level...... And the aura of the Netherworld's soul power that he sensed seemed to be still in the depths of the farther away......

The fear that slowly grew in Kamiyin's heart wrapped tightly around her heart like a thick, cold mist in the darkness around her. She had never gone so deep into the core of the Abyss Corridor before, and during the soul power trial period when she first became an apostle, she was only hunting soul beasts on the periphery and growing rapidly.

The stinging pain in his wrist became more and more intense, but the netherworld aura he sensed became weaker and weaker, and Shen Yin couldn't help but speed up his pace......

The smell of blood rushed to the face.

Kamiyin stopped in front of a large black cliff.

Directly in the middle of the cliff in front of him, there was a cave, like a giant beast with a wide mouth of blood, as if waiting to be devoured. In the clearing outside the cave, the broken corpses, internal organs, and heads of countless soul beasts were stacked in a staggered manner, and a layer of slimy blood condensed on the ground, and the smell was disgusting.

At the entrance of the cave, a huge white bone lay across the entrance of the cave, and the few remaining pieces of flesh hanging on the bones were "squeaking" and rotting, turning into blood-brown viscous foam......

Shenyin's stomach contracted.

Her gauze skirt, as white as the first snow, had already been dyed with pus, blood and minced flesh powder at this moment, and she was wearing a killing robe that exuded the smell of hell.

There was a dead silence all around, as if death had just whistled through the sky not long ago.

She walked towards the dark cavern, and the jewel on her wrist began to beep rapidly.

As soon as Shenyin stepped on the door of the cave with one foot, she instantly felt the abnormal flow of soul power in the air around her, but before she could react, she was suddenly burst out of the ground by countless black sharp prismatic spurs, which instantly inserted into her shoulder, "Nether, it's me!" she opened her mouth and shouted into the cave, cloudy blood trickling down from the corners of her mouth, her voice distorted from pain.

With a "bang", all the ice spikes retracted to the ground.

Shenyin ran her soul power around the soul circuit near her shoulder, healing the flesh that had just been torn together, and then she heard a familiar voice from the cave, low and hoarse: "Come in."