"Mighty creatures? Hearing Yang Jun's words, the dragon soul replied uncertainly. Although it has been here for a hundred years, it has only been a year since it has had its own consciousness, and it is not very clear what it is. And the reason why it says that it has is also a kind of induction between living beings.

"Okay......" Yang Jun said weakly to the dragon soul's answer. Changed the subject: "Then you should know the terrain here, right?"

"This ...... I don't usually move much, and you know the habits of dragons......" The dragon soul replied with some embarrassment.

"Okay, you won, which way to go?" Yang Jun was completely defeated by the Dragon Soul, this guy is really useless, what do you don't know if you ask, after thinking about it, you still decided to go to the place it said first, as for the scourge of the Netherworld Demon Lord, he can only let him follow, if he is separated, he will definitely have doubts, it is better to be above board.

The place where the dragon soul lives is not far from the front, so it will save them from taking another detour. Now that they had been in the Lost Forest for several hours, noon was coming soon, and the Nether Demon Lord had become anxious, the kind of torture with his soul had almost made him collapse.

"You're worried about the pain of the fire waiting a little bit, but I guess you'll be much lighter today, it's dark and smoky, and it can ease your pain a little. Yang Jun felt that the Nether Demon Lord's aura was a little disordered, and knew what he was worried about, so he kindly reminded him. At the same time, he also thought of a way to get rid of the Nether Demon Lord for a while.

"If you are in a dark place, will you be completely free from such torture?" Hearing Yang Jun's words, the Nether Demon Lord asked cautiously, afraid that Yang Jun would suspect something. But the more he did this, the more suspicious Yang Jun became, but this was not what Yang Jun was worried about, unless the Nether Demon Lord was willing to stay in a dark place for the rest of his life.

"That's right, but you'll be in trouble in the future, and there will be no chance of promotion, as long as you want to break through, it will attract energy backlash, and even gods won't be able to save you at that time." Yang Jun said half-truthfully. He didn't believe that the Nether Lord could be fearless of death. Sure enough, after he finished speaking, he clearly felt the Nether Demon Lord's body tremble behind him.

Yang Jun's words really frightened the Netherworld Demon Lord, and there was no chance of promotion, what kind of concept is this, for a cultivator, not being able to be promoted to a higher level is more uncomfortable than death, and the Netherworld Demon Lord, who had a trace of luck just now, immediately dispelled the unrealistic thoughts in his mind.

"Arrived, just ahead. At this time, the voice of the dragon soul sounded in Yang Jun's sea of consciousness. Yang Jun looked up and looked forward, there was still a thick fog in front of him, but in the thick fog he could faintly see a small dirt bag, with the footsteps of advancement, Yang Jun saw this dirt bag clearly, the place where the dragon soul lived was under this dirt bag, on the side of the dirt bag, Yang Jun saw the entrance, a fist-sized hole.

"Ah......h Beads of sweat the size of beans were already oozing from the Nether Demon Lord's forehead, and although he tried his best to endure it, the samadhi true fire that kept roaming through his body still made him cry out.

"Remember these few mantras, I hope it can alleviate your pain a little,......" Yang Jun saw the appearance of the Netherworld Demon Lord, pretended to hesitate and said, and then said a few words, the Netherworld Demon Lord did not dare to slack off, and quickly sat down cross-legged to run the mantra that Yang Jun gave him, as soon as he ran, he felt that the pain was reduced a lot, and he didn't care about guarding against Yang Jun, and ran the mantra wholeheartedly.

"Go and get the Zhu Guo out. Seeing that the Nether Demon Lord had already entered the deep cultivation, Yang Jun nodded with satisfaction, the mantra he had given the Nether Demon Lord just now was not to alleviate the pain, it was just to temporarily paralyze his nerves and make him not feel pain. However, this mantra did not last long, so as soon as the Nether Demon Lord settled down, Yang Jun threw the small snake on his wrist to the ground. And the little snake was also very obedient and quickly got into the dirt bag. Yang Jun's divine sense has also been following the little snake, and he quickly understood the one in it, the space under the soil bag is not very large, but it is not small, about ten square meters, and in the middle is a vermilion fruit, there is only a turquoise fruit on it, which does not seem to be ripe, but Yang Jun can't manage it so much now, and it is not easy to have a thousand-year-old vermilion fruit.