Countless thunder dragons exploded, turning into a withered yellow sky, dyeing the black and gloomy ruins into a different color, but the demon seed and Long Yin themselves did not change.

"Huh?" Long Yin was shocked, "This hasn't been broken?"

Mei Jiaoyang didn't dare to look at it just now, but when she heard the movement disappear, she hurriedly opened her eyes, and saw that Long Yin and the demon seed were still standing below, and immediately said happily: "He has survived the catastrophe!"

The Tower of Babel looked at the withered yellow mist around it and said, "Probably not." ”

"Click!"

There was another sound, but it was not huge, the three of them were stunned, and hurriedly looked, only to see that the surface of Long Yin and the demon seed also turned yellow, and then turned white, and finally there was a trace of cracks, dense.

"Long Yin!" Mei Jiaoyang shouted anxiously, so worried that she was about to cry.

"This is the power of dryness, it is a shallow manifestation of the power of destruction, he is finished, no one can save him, I have not completed the emperor's trust!"

Babel frowned, looked at it carefully, and said, "It's hard to say, the Tribulation is for a new life, why can't the current situation say that he is a new life?"

Below, Long Yin was a different picture, he saw that the demon seed began to crack, his heart was overjoyed, and he shouted, "I finally succeeded!"

"Smack!"

Suddenly, something fell from his head and landed on the demon seed, Long Yin was stunned, stretched out his hand to pick it up, and saw that it was a yellow body, he was shocked, and hurriedly reached out and touched his forehead, but it was a hole, and he was shocked and said: "Why am I also cracked?"

Pieces of muscles fell from him, he didn't dare to think about it, and hurriedly mobilized vitality to repair the body, but found that it couldn't be stopped at all, and these fallen flesh began to disperse one after another, turning into finer particles, merging with the surrounding dry yellow mist, unable to distinguish between you and me.

At the same time, the huge white demon seed also cracked, and like his body, it turned into fine particles and merged into the dry yellow mist.

"I'm done...... I've killed myself......"

This was Long Yin's last thought, completely turning into yellow dust.

"Long Yin!"

Mei Jiaoyang cried loudly, shouting Long Yin's name, and the fox was also sad, and the Tower of Babel was still holding on to the last glimmer of hope.

"Ding!"

Three clusters of light, different in size, flew out from the demon seed that Long Yin had decomposed, wandering in a withered yellow, but never leaving the range of withered yellow.

"It's ...... Zhenyuan?!" He was shocked and said, he didn't know the other two light clusters, but how could he not be familiar with Zhenyuan of his own clan's inheritance, "Who the hell is he?!"

Babel didn't respond, and he didn't have the heart to explain or lie at the moment.

"Long Yin...... Long Yin ...... Woo woo ...... "And Mei Jiaoyang didn't seem to hear it, she still cried incessantly, crying pear blossoms with rain, extremely sad, she didn't get along with Long Yin for a long time, but when he turned into countless withered yellow granules, she realized how sad she was.

After waiting for a long time, the withered yellow mist did not weaken, did not increase, and did not change, and the Tower of Babel sighed and said, "It's over." looked at Mei Jiaoyang, and said indifferently: "Don't cry, we have to die with him, even if we don't die, we can't get out." ”

Mei Jiaoyang didn't seem to hear it, and still cried non-stop.

Nameless village in Leizhou.

The Babel Pagoda in the Chen Ancestral Hall frowned and said, "That's it?"

He got up and was about to go to Li Mang and others to discuss countermeasures, but as soon as he walked out of the ancestral hall, he was suddenly stunned and said, "No!"

Hell is in ruins.

The dry yellow mist suddenly expanded, and a large amount of dry yellow mist poured from the stone wall and under the ruins, adding in, doubling the enveloping area of this mist, and the color was even more intense, and the dry yellow had changed to golden yellow.

"What's going on?" asked Mei Jiaoyang as she stopped crying and widened her eyes.

The fox was also shocked: "The Netherworld Qi is so heavy, is it ......?"

"Could it be what?" Babel asked hurriedly, his knowledge of the power of Hell limited.

"Do you want to change to the power of destruction?"

"Whew!"

The withered yellow mist suddenly began to shrink, instantly turning into a range of only a few feet, and it continued to shrink, emitting a dazzling golden yellow light for a while.

After a while, the withered yellow mist turned into an almost humanoid shape, and it was still slowly condensing.

"I see!" said the fierce rejoice, "he is reborn, he is the first living person to survive in hell, and he is also the first living person to survive in the ruins, I dare not say that such a strong netherworld aura is transforming into the power of destruction, but I dare to say that he is still alive, and he truly has a netherworld body!"

"Netherworld?" said Mei Jiaoyang as she stopped crying and wondered.

He explained: "The spiritual power of hell contains the spirit of the netherworld, and our cultivation in hell is to refine this netherworld qi as much as possible, and when this netherworld qi increases to a certain extent, it will become the body of the netherworld, just like the emperor, the netherworld qi represents the power of withering, and every move and formula will contain the power of dissolution!"

"Is it so powerful?" Mei Jiaoyang instantly turned happy, wiped the tears from her face, and opened her eyes wide to look at the withered yellow mist that was still condensing towards the human form below.

"Hmm!" the fox nodded, "It's really amazing, a living person, and it is unimaginable that he has the physique of the five major regional overlords at such a young age, and this netherworld aura still comes from such a mysterious place as Guiru, which is even more exciting." ”

The Tower of Babel was rare and calm, and when he heard it, he said, "Let's take a look." ”

The withered yellow mist had shrunk to a human form, and the golden color had covered the light of the three elements, and it was impossible to see where they were.

After a while, the mist completely turned into a human form, into the appearance of Long Yin, outlining his muscles and facial features, but the color was all golden.

The color slowly faded and turned into a dry yellow, Long Yin opened his eyes, saw the dark and gloomy ruins, and said, "I'm not dead yet?"

The color continued to fade, revealing Long Yin's body, only to see that his whole body was yellow, without a wisp, it was still the appearance of a demon cloud, he had no soul, and he had no body, what he was when he disappeared just now, what he was now.

"Ahh

"He's done!" Babel let out a sigh of relief.

"Yes, it's really enviable, this Netherworld Body needs to at least survive the Yellow Spring Tribulation in Hell to have it!"

"Huangquan Tribulation?" Babel exclaimed, "He still has a calamity!"

He was stunned and said, "Yes, he still has a calamity." ”

Mei Jiaoyang was still covering her eyes, and when she heard this, she hurriedly asked, "What kind of calamity is the Huangquan Tribulation?"

No one responded to her.

Long Yin opened his eyes, looked down at his body, and saw that his whole body was dry yellow, and he didn't want to, so he said to himself: "How can you be the same color as that ferryman?"

But now these things are not a thing, it is a good thing to survive, he hurriedly closed his eyes, began to look inward at his body, and examined his newborn body.

I saw that my dantian universe was empty, there was nothing, and then I looked at the muscles of my whole body, and I saw that there was a small black seed hovering in every inch of muscle, and in the black seed, there were three small light clusters wandering in the withered yellow energy, and the three gossip elements actually decomposed and entered the demon seed that covered his whole body.

"I've succeeded, I'm truly immortal now!" he was overjoyed, and immediately prepared to test it.

"Whew!"

The whirlwind of spiritual power above the ruins rushed in, entering all parts of his body, and after a while, it was discharged from his whole body.

Seeing this scene, the Tower of Babel and the Fox were dumbfounded, and the Tower of Babel asked, "Can you absorb the spiritual power outside the ruins in the ruins?"

He shook his head and said, "No." ”

"Then why could he?"

"I don't know. ”

Long Yin didn't think of this, during the ninth heavenly tribulation, he almost emptied the energy in his demon seed and muscles, and now if he wanted to be lucky, he had to reabsorb the energy.

As soon as his mind moved, the demonic qi in his whole body rolled out, but this demonic qi was not black, but withered yellow, and it was immediately swallowed by the ruins, but Long Yin was surprised to find that the speed of devouring had slowed down.

"Bang!"

He tried to throw a punch.

"Click!"

A spatial crack appeared, but it healed instantly.

"The strength is a lot stronger, but it is not enough to open a stable spatial passage to escape. Long Yin frowned, but he was not impatient, looked down at his body, and said, "It would be better if the color changed again!"

He was extremely dissatisfied with the yellow color of his body.

"Where's my marching box?"

Long Yin reacted, and saw that he was naked and had nothing, so he remembered the marching box, which was more critical, there was an army of sunfish clans who were cultivating the Demon Sutra in the marching box, which could never be lost.

He hurriedly looked around, and saw that the Qiankun bag was next to him, and was falling with him, he grabbed it, took out the marching box, and sensed it, and saw that the sunfish clan was still cultivating in a piece of blood, and his heart was a little calm, and he said happily: "Fortunately, they are fine." ”

Long Yin took out a black shirt from the Qiankun bag and put it on, looked at his withered yellow arm again, and said to himself: "This color is really ugly!"

"Is he dressed?" asked Mei Jiaoyang, still covering her eyes.

"Put it on!"

Mei Jiaoyang didn't believe it, opened her fingers slightly, revealing a slit, and saw Long Yin in black, she was relieved, and then she took off her arm, observed him carefully, and shouted, "He's really alive." Then he frowned and said, "It's just that this color is too ugly." ”

He himself has such a color, but it is a little lighter, and when he heard that he was unwilling, he frowned and said: "It doesn't matter if it's good or not, this color represents strength in hell!"

Babel said: "He is not even in the realm of transforming into a god now, although he has the body of the Netherworld, how can his strength be comparable to the five major overlords?"

He nodded, frowned again, and said: "Senior, who is he, why does he have the Zhenyuan of my Qinglong Clan, and even the other two Dao Yuan, I think his physique is not just a netherworld body." ”