"Brother!!" Huo Jing stood on the north bank of the big crack, looking at Ye Qingcheng, who was falling quickly, and shouted in a hissed voice.

In an instant, Ye Qingcheng's figure had already fallen into the depths of the big crack, and the black cloth-colored ghosts flying around him quickly wrapped him.

"Will Brother Cheng be okay?" said Bao Jun nervously.

Huo Jing shook his head and said, "I don't know either." But no one could stop him from doing so. Even if he doesn't have a coat of arms, he's an excellent animal trainer. To Lihuo, he is all it is. For him, too, Lihuo is his ally and his brother, and he will never abandon it. ”

The beast tamer has his own path to being a strong man and has his own ultimate goal -- the Dragon Slaying Palace! Only by entering the Dragon Slaying Hall and defeating the soul of the ancestral dragon in the temple can he obtain the dragon seal and become the beast king.

The allied beasts between heaven and earth all the allied beasts that have allied with human beings have a great dream: to defeat all the powerful allied beasts along the way, engrave their names on the beast soul list, and become those peak powerhouses comparable to the Yun Clan's legions.

Therefore, once the beast tamer forms an alliance with the alliance beast, he will hold the determination and dream of the summit and rush all the way to the top.

Every beast tamer and allied beast is like this, and the same is true for Ye Qingcheng and Lihuo. No matter how dangerous it is below, he will rush down without hesitation.

"I hope that the left scale vine can suppress evil spirits and devour souls like in the legend, otherwise brother he-" Huo Jing stared down deadly, his heart almost rising to his throat.

Suddenly, a terrifying cry came, and from the black yin soul surging wildly below, a spirit vine like a white snake suddenly shot out, and its head only had a mouth with sharp teeth and fine teeth. It opened its mouth and let out a shrill sound, startling the black ghosts gathered around it into fling!

"Great!" Huo Jing shouted excitedly.

Bao Jun also clenched his fists excitedly, staring at the scene below with enthusiasm.

I saw that one after another eerie remnant souls were whimpering in panic, frightened by an invisible deterrent, flying around, forming a rotating black channel. In the black passage, Ye Qingcheng had a white left-scaled vine wrapped around his arm, and he was falling rapidly. Not only did the ghosts not dare to approach him, but they were even used as food by the Left Scale Vine, and every time the Left Scale Vine's head flew out, a Yin Spirit would be torn out of a hole by it, and it would hiss in pain.

There was a cold aura around him, causing a layer of fine frost to condense on Ye Qingcheng's robe and skin, and his body was shivering from the cold, but fortunately, there was a left scale vine to protect his body, and those terrifying yin spirits around him could not hurt his soul. He glanced down, and below him was a white blur, and for a moment he couldn't make out what it was. At this time, he was very worried about the safety of Lihuo.

Although the Mother of Blood has a worm core, it has no soul, only spiritual sense, and the yin spirit here can't hurt it. But there is a soul in the fire. The yin here is more terrifying to Lihuo than the venom of the Mother of Blood. He was annoyed that Lihuo had been dragged here by the Mother of Blood to protect them. If something happens to Lihuo here, what he's done along the way will be meaningless.

After a while, a "click" cracking sound came, and Ye Qingcheng fell into a mountain of dry bones. After all the way down, he fell into the depths of this great chasm, which was full of bones, and all of them were human dry bones, and there were more than 100,000 of them.

An old and rancid smell permeated the air, and the underground space was like a fractured layer underground, because the bones occasionally burned with ghost fires, and the whole space had a faint green and dull luster.

This space is very large, and there is no sound around except the faint cry of the soul, and there is no sound of the fight between the Fire and the Mother of Blood.

Ye Qingcheng wrapped the left scale vine around one arm, stretched out his other hand to cover his mouth, and shouted loudly: "Leave the fire !!"

His voice echoed around him repeatedly, but there was not a hint of response.

Suddenly, he saw a turbid yellow and bluish pool in front of him, and a string of huge bubbles was gurgling in the pool.

"That should be the Netherworld Rock Spring. At the same time, he also noticed that there was a strange black figure sitting beside the strange Netherstone Spring.

It appeared to be an old man, dressed in a gray, ragged robe, and sat silently by the Netherstone Spring. He was slumped on his back, emaciated, tinkering with something in the spring, and muttering an obscure incantation.

This mysterious old man is not one of the beast taming apprentices at first glance, the oldest of them is Ram Shen, but the old man's back is not so old.

"Maybe it's the old-timers who are hiding here to cultivate. Ye Qingcheng muttered to himself in his heart.

Then, he trampled on the white bones on the ground and walked forward. At this time, his restless heart was full of doubts, why were there so many human corpses on this Deep Sea Lotus Island, which was far away from human population? What could cause this tragic scene was nothing more than war. However, he had never heard of any war breaking out here. If it weren't the remains of war, who had specially transported so many bones here?

Thinking of this, he couldn't help but feel a chill down his spine, and hesitated, not daring to walk towards the old man again. However, if the mysterious old man is the owner of this place, and he dares to intrude, shouldn't he pay a visit?

After thinking about it, he stopped twenty steps behind the old man, and arched his hand and said: "Junior Ye Qingcheng, who entered this place by mistake, offended his seniors, and asked his seniors to forgive me." ”

"Sprinkle sprinkle. The old man sitting by the Netherworld Spring Pool didn't turn his face, but let out a string of piercing laughter like iron porcelain rubbing, and Ye Qingcheng had goosebumps all over his body when he heard it. He opened his mouth and said, "Except for the old ghost, no one has called this ancestor a senior for many years. Little ghost, your good habits have won you a way to live. Get out of here, Benzu is busy right now. ”

As he spoke, the grim old ghost stretched out a withered claw and lifted a chain of white bones from the turbid yellow and slightly green pool water. Seeing this scene, Ye Qingcheng's pupils contracted suddenly.

The chain of white bones wrapped around a corpse covered in black scales, and the old ghost dragged it out. Then, the sound of a string of chains was heard, and the white bone chains were loosened, and the bones with black scales flashed faintly in the eyes of the two bones. A wisp of cold air floated from between its sharp teeth, and it writhed its pitch-black skull, and before it could take a step, it fell apart.

"Failed again, failed again!" At this time, the gloomy old ghost almost collapsed and said hoarsely: "What is wrong with the ancestor's bone melting technique!?"

"He's refining ghouls?!" Ye Qingcheng was so frightened that he was cold all over. No matter what kind of character this is, it must not be provoked.

Suddenly, a painful roar was heard in the distance, and Ye Qingcheng turned his face abruptly, looking for prestige.

It was the screams of the fire!