After Ding Ling dealt with these things.

Seeing that the faces of Xi Shi and Nie Xiaoqian had improved, they continued to walk to the depths of the underworld.

After crossing Huangquan Road, you can see the Lechuan River.

The water is turbid and blood-yellow.

Among them, the lonely souls and wild ghosts are up and down, insects and snakes are everywhere, and the fishy wind is blowing in the face, which looks quite terrifying.

When Ding Ling stepped on the Nai He Bridge, the lonely souls and wild ghosts in the river would all stretch out their hands towards him, looking at Ding Ling in despair, powerlessness, and longing, wailing.

Ding Ling's heart froze, and with a sigh, he was about to leave.

But suddenly I saw a familiar face.

His heart moved, and he fixed his eyes to look at it carefully.

I was also taken aback.

Ning Caichen turned out to be in this Lechuan River.

He didn't think much about it, he condensed a dragon of luck, pointed forward, and the dragon of luck wrapped around Ning Caichen's body bones and pulled him up!

It was like uprooting a willow tree, but when he heard a loud sound, Ning Caichen's whole person was pulled out.

He was wrapped in the dragon of luck and sent to the Nahe Bridge.

He was wet, his eyes were blank, his mouth was wide open, and he was wailing bitterly.

Yan Chixia also came over at this time, and when she saw this scene, she was discolored:

"Is this nerd soulless?"

"He's lost a fortune."

Knowing the autumn leaves and observing carefully, he said:

"And it's the most important thing! If you lose this spirit, you will lose your sense of self and will only know how to act on instinct, and you will not be able to do other autonomous actions. ”

"Ning Caichen."

Nie Xiaoqian saw Ning Caichen's appearance, her originally gray and sluggish face seemed to have regained some vitality, she ran over and hugged him:

"It's me, I'm Xiaoqian."

It's also bizarre.

Nie Xiaoqian just hugged Ning Caichen.

His wailing immediately stopped, and a pair of eyes stared at Nie Xiaoqian in a daze, and he didn't know what to say after he didn't speak, or after losing his soul.

But he still has three souls and six souls, and his feelings for Nie Xiaoqian are rooted in the soul, perhaps this is also the root cause of Nie Xiaoqian's immediate improvement as soon as he appeared.

Seeing this, Nie Xiaoqian was grief-stricken, she hugged Ning Caichen tightly and looked at Ding Ling:

"Ding Da...... Your Majesty. Is it true that Ning Caichen's lost soul can't be recovered? ”

She originally wanted to be called Ding Ling Ding Daxia.

But maybe I heard too much about Fu Yuechi, Yu Ji, Yan Chixia and others calling His Majesty Ding Ling, so I also changed my words with the trend.

"Maybe there is a way."

Ding Ling suddenly thought of the 'spiritualism' that the second generation of Black Mountain old demons would know.

"If Your Majesty can save Ning Caichen. I am willing to do anything for Your Majesty, even if it is to give my life, I am willing! ”

Nie Xiaoqian's words were categorical and loud.

The listeners were all moved.

Ding Ling glanced at her, didn't talk nonsense, and directly detained a wisp of spiritual qi from Ning Caichen's body, and used this qi as an introduction to perform 'spiritualism'.

In an instant.

Ding Ling sensed that this spirit was in the depths of the underworld.

Immediately.

And he went on.

He didn't go fast.

Nie Xiaoqian hugged Ning Caichen and exerted all her strength, but she could barely keep up.

All the way.

The other side of the flower, Wangxiang Terrace, Sansheng Stone, Hades Palace......

One by one, they all passed under their noses.

After some time.

Everyone walked to the entrance of the eighteen-story Hell Tower.

Guarding the place is a three-headed dog of hell.

It is as huge as a mountain, with a fierce aura, and three pairs of eyes look at people, like the eyes of a troll in the abyss scanning the world faintly;

Ordinary people will just be caught up in it for a moment, and they will fall into a place of no return, and they will be devoured by it involuntarily, or they will be led into the eighteen-story hell tower by it!

Such a vicious dog.

Seeing the arrival of Ding Ling and his party, he was very excited at first, and he screamed and opened his mouth to swallow Ding Ling, who was beating the head.

Unexpectedly.

Ding Ling pointed casually, and a sword light flashed!

One of the heads of the three-headed dog of hell was pierced.

In the wailing and disbelief of the three-headed dog of hell, the sword light swirled in the void like a match, poof!

In a flash of lightning, he cut off his remaining two heads one after another.

A generation of Hell Demons!

The supreme being that dominates the eighteen-story Inferno Tower.

Comparable to the demon god of the Tribulation Period!

Before he could shine, he died.

[Awarded the B-level Achievement Medal: Three-Headed Hellhound of Shock.] 】

[Note: As a remnant of the War of the Elder Gods.] The Three-Headed Hellhound has the blood of an extraterrestrial god! Its parents are extraterritorial, true three-headed dogs of hell!

It is their descendant, and it is also born powerful, and due to the restrictions of the world, it can only set foot in the period of tribulation.

But even so.

It can also be the king and hegemon in the underworld, and no one can contain it. But your arrival shattered the murderous one in an instant! It was stunned until it died! 】

Again, it is a relic of extraterritoriality.

Ding Ling also wondered how there could be a three-headed hell dog in the Eastern World.

There's Pandora's Box though.

There will be a three-headed dog of hell.

And not surprisingly.

Ding Ling activated the realm, covering the corpse of the three-headed dog of hell, and began to peel away its mottled memories.

Soon.

【Spiritual Secret Technique Maximum Level】

【Full Level of Alchemy】

There are only two kinds.

As long as you continue to refine your own bloodline, the three-headed dog of hell will continue to grow stronger until it becomes a powerful divine dog like the ancestors!

The spiritual secret technique is to constantly purify one's own spirit, so that the spirit matches the body, and there is no defect inside and outside.

"Very good."

Ding Ling immediately activated the two techniques.

found that blood alchemy was almost useless to him, just because Ding Ling's bloodline was already extremely pure, and his ancestors did not exist more powerful than him, so this blood alchemy, if it was left to his descendants, it might still be useful, but in his place, it was useless.

The spiritual secret technique is not bad, you can continue to refine your own spirit, so that the Yuan Shen becomes more and more powerful.

Whew!

Ding Ling operated the true solution of martial arts, and absorbed the essence and demonic power of the three-headed dog of hell.

Condensed into a demon pill.

It's still good for this demon pill to use to train his mount.

Ding Ling put it away casually.

Step past the body of the three-headed dog of hell and enter the eighteen-story hell tower.

Yan Chixia, Zhiqiu Yiye, Nie Xiaoqian and others followed Ding Ling step by step.

The first layer is tongue-pulling hell.

Just set foot here.

Ding Ling saw some little demons smiling strangely and pulling out a person's head.

The characters who are uprooted, just by looking at their faces, you know that they must be upright, righteous, and unyielding heroes and heroes.

Just because from beginning to end.

None of them screamed or wailed.

One by one, the eyes are becoming more and more brilliant and sharp.

It's as if this kind of plucking is refining and forging their spirits.

So that they are constantly getting stronger and sublimated.

"These must be the ancestors of our human race!"

Zhiqiu Yiye was furious and asked Ding Ling to get rid of the demon.

Ding Ling agreed.

Zhiqiu Yiye immediately rushed over impatiently.

He drew his sword and shouted, 'Evil, die!' ’

(End of chapter)