"Quack...... The demon has finally come out!"

"Woo ......"

The strange black shadow of the Dao was not far away, flying around, whimpering in a low voice from time to time, and the dungeon was shrouded in demonic energy, leaving the Heroic Soul Monument for several miles, a blood-colored sky. Pen, fun, and www.biquge.info

There was a loud bang, and everyone looked over, only to see a large piece of the heroic soul tablet falling, gurgling, blood gushing out, extremely terrifying.

Click!

They landed on the ground, their feet on the bones, making a crunching sound, and some people tried to raise their feet to dodge, but at a glance, they were white, and there was no place to put their feet, so they had to stand still in place.

"How...... How come there are only nine people!"

Ling Xi's frightened voice sounded in Jiang Xiaobai's ears, and the others also heard it, and when they looked left and right, their faces were slightly pale.

The people who entered the Dragon Pool were obviously ten people, but now there were only nine left, who was the tenth person, the nine people thought hard, but the more they thought about it, the more blurred the figure became in their memory, until it disappeared completely, leaving no trace.

"What a horrible character!"

Jiang Xiaobai was shocked in his heart.

A depressing aura enveloped the place, and everyone's hearts became more and more solemn.

"Hey, hey, hey...... Xiaobai, I'm going to break through to the Ming state of mind!"

Ye Changqing didn't care so much, looking at Jiang Xiaobai and smiling obscenely.

"Me too!"

Ling Xian said in surprise.

When the others heard this, they all looked inward, and found that the true qi in the sea of qi was almost completely liquefied, and showed a happy expression, as if they wanted to try their best to forget the displeasure brought by the tenth person.

"There's someone over there!"

The location of Long Han Station is not far from Mo Qingxue, and it seems to be guarding.

"Huh?"

Everyone was surprised, there were really many people sitting cross-legged over there, with their backs to them, facing the Heroic Soul Monument.

"It's the other pride!"

Ye Chuyao said with some solemnity, she saw Liu Ji.

Whoosh!

The nine people swept away in a hurry, gradually approaching the Heroic Soul Monument, only to see white futons scattered in front of the Heroic Soul Monument, exuding a soft fluorescent light, as if waiting for countless years, seeing someone coming, more and more holy, radiant, trying to attract people's attention.

At a glance, the white futon was densely packed, and dozens of teenagers and girls sat on it, with different expressions and joy, as if they were experiencing something.

"Could it be that this is the inheritance left by the sages!"

Jiang Xiaobai saw someone holding the spirit in his hand, from jerky to slowly smooth, and a strange light flashed in his eyes.

Perhaps the real fate of the underworld is these futons scattered everywhere in front of you, like blood-colored dandelions, sprinkling crystal seeds, waiting for the arrival of spring.

The nine of them walked among the white futons, and from time to time someone sat down, their eyes closed, and entered a strange state.

One after another calls sounded in Jiang Xiaobai's heart, wanting him to stop and sit on the futon, but he never stopped and walked forward step by step.

He wanted to go to the Heroic Soul Monument, agreed to the lonely battle, and took the Soul Spear out.

The shovel in Ling Xi's hand trembled, he glanced at Jiang Xiaobai, sat down, like a smiling Maitreya, with a solemn appearance.

The battle armor on Ye Changqing's body shot out a ray of black light, and he also sat down, and the battle intent around him surged, like a tumbling wave.

Mo Qingxue's neon coat and feather coat glowed, but he glanced at Jiang Xiaobai, who was walking forward, and chased after him, giving up the strong call of the futon.

Except for Jiang Xiaobai, Mo Qingxue, and Long Han, all the others sat down, and the three of them walked from the white bones to the bloody bones, and in the end, the sticky blood covered their feet.

"His obsession is too strong, the dragon girl stays, if you move forward, it may affect him!"

Long Han couldn't help but glance at Jiang Xiaobai, not everyone can resist so many temptations.

Smack!

Mo Qingxue stopped, turned back, jumped back, and landed on a cyan futon.

Long Han took a deep look at Jiang Xiaobai, who was constantly walking forward, turned around and walked towards a futon, and at this point, the entire Heroic Soul Monument quietly echoed around Jiang Xiaobai's sound of stepping in and pulling out blood.

It's been a long time!

"Alas......"

A sigh of vicissitudes sounded, Jiang Xiaobai opened his eyes, and he entered a blood-colored world, with an old man in a silver robe standing in front of him.

"Seniors, juniors are entrusted to pick up something!"

Jiang Xiaobai bowed, extremely respectful, his face was calm, there was no panic, but he breathed a sigh of relief.

"There's a lot of stuff here, what are you going to take?"

The eyes of the silver-robed old man turned into two dark whirlpools, staring at Jiang Xiaobai breathtakingly.

Jiang Xiaobai's soul trembled, as if he would be sucked in at any time, and said with difficulty.

"I don't know if my predecessors know about the Silver Descendant?"

Rumble!

The silver-robed old man was hunting in his robe, and his white hair was dancing.

Burst!

Jiang Xiaobai spit out a mouthful of blood, looked at the silver-robed old man in horror, and just a trace of momentum shocked him into a serious injury.

"Who are you?"

The silver-robed old man looked down at Jiang Xiaobai with a fierce light in his eyes, like the overlord of the galaxy.

"Junior, Jiang Xiaobai, do seniors know the last descendant of Baiyin?"

"That's what you're going to take!"

A silver spear appeared in the hand of the silver-robed old man, and meteors slashed across the surface and shot towards the tip of the spear.

"Yes!"

The dragon-shaped jade talisman in Jiang Xiaobai's Sumeru ring exuded a scorching light, and the trembling became more and more violent.

The silver-robed old man saw that Jiang Xiaobai's eyes were clear, and there was no trace of greed, so he smiled with relief, and his face softened a lot.

"How many people are still in my lonely house, have you fallen to the point of asking someone else to get the war soul gun?"

The silver-robed old man held the battle spirit spear tightly, wisps of black mist appeared in his eyes, Jiang Xiaobai was shocked, and hurriedly took out the dragon-shaped jade talisman.

"Senior, you see?"

"Hahaha...... War spirit, long time no see, long time no see!"

As soon as the dragon-shaped jade talisman appeared, the entire blood-colored space seemed to be overjoyed.

The silver-robed old man made a move, and the dragon-shaped jade talisman flew over, he rubbed the dragon-shaped jade talisman and looked at Jiang Xiaobaidao.

"How many of us are left in our lonely home?"

"The younger generation only saw two people, grandpa is called Lonely Xianyun, and grandson is called Lonely Zhan!"

Jiang Xiaobai hesitated slightly, but still told the truth.

"How old is Zhan'er?"

A flash of regret flashed in the eyes of the silver-robed old man.

"Eight years old!"

"How are they doing?"

"Before meeting me, I was hungry and cold, and Xiao Zhan almost died!"

"Roar!"

The silver-robed old man looked up to the sky and roared, two lines of blood and tears slowly flowed, and the entire blood-colored space, as if he felt his sadness, was suppressed to the extreme, and Jiang Xiaobai was almost suffocated.

"Hahaha...... This is what you get in return, do you hear it, do you see it, it's ridiculous, it's pathetic, it's pathetic, it's pathetic......"

Bang bang bang!

There was a rain of blood in the blood-colored space, and it became bigger and bigger, and I saw that one after another hideous cracks cracked, and there was a surging demonic qi inside, trying to get in.

"Hmph, go back!"

The silver-robed old man drank coldly, the hideous cracks of the Dao Dao compounded, and the blood rain stopped.

"I am the Lord of the Silver Descendants, lonely!"

Jiang Xiaobai was shocked in his heart, looked at the silver-robed old man in front of him, and his respect rose solemnly, just by virtue of this name, he also deserves his respect!