Next, Hua Xia Jiu did not cast the void flicker again, but tore the space over and over again, and every time the hair-thin spatial crack appeared, it would immediately disappear without a trace under the force of the huge space squeeze.

In this way, Hua Xia Jiuzu cultivated for a day, and consumed his huge soul consciousness, so that the soul power was consumed hugely, and there was no obvious progress.

However, he didn't panic at all, because he already felt that his use of spatial power was much more comfortable than before, although the size of the tearing space had not changed, and the duration had not increased significantly, the speed of tearing out the spatial crack was much faster.

Hua Xia Jiu was about to continue cultivating, but at this moment, his heart moved, and he took out a communication compass, and his soul sense probed into it, and his face couldn't help but change slightly. This small world space is viscous and solidified, but it does not affect the communication compass communication. Just now he received a soul message message, which was a soul message from Bai Bingyu, Chen Dongtian, and Han Xingkui, who had entered this small world from the Purple Shadow Sect.

Hua Xia Jiu didn't think much about it, so he decided to go to save people immediately. After getting the permission of the little phoenix, he directly put it in the spirit beast bag, and after giving Feng Ke'er a brief explanation, he cast a void flicker and rushed towards the Netherworld Lake, where the three of them belonged to the Tianmen Sect.

It's just that compared to the beginning when he cast a void flicker in this viscous solidified space, the distance was only three steps at a time, and now the distance he has reached every time the void flicker is about fifty steps. It's a huge step forward.

Two hundred miles south of the Five Elements Mountain, where Huaxia Jiu Gang is located, there is a huge purple-black lake, the lake water is completely composed of an extremely special, but pure netherworld liquid, the attributes of extreme yin make this black lake within a radius of ten miles ghostly aura, dense with yin, and even only black, gray, white three colors, except that there are no various netherworld creatures, and the netherworld is no different.

This is one of the two lakes to which the Tianmen Sect belongs, the Netherworld Lake, a holy place for cultivating the Netherworld.

The few or so human cultivators who entered the small world who cultivated the Netherworld came here to look for opportunities as soon as they entered this small world.

In the center of the Netherworld Lake, there is a Netherworld Island covering an area of 100 acres, which is full of black, gray, and white palaces, attics, and caves. It is the ruins of the Heavenly Gate Sect's Netherworld Lake.

More than a month ago, white clouds also shrouded this place, but the strange thing is that with the appearance of white clouds, there seemed to be some terrifying existence in the depths of the bottom of the Netherworld Lake, and the entire lake began to boil, as if something was about to come out of the lake.

In this way, it lasted for more than a month, and a few days ago, suddenly a huge bubble rose from the Netherworld Lake, bursting open, and there was a popping sound, and a miserable white shadow flew out of each bursting bubble. This shadow has no body, it is a soul-like existence, somewhat similar to the ghost released by the Netherworld Netherworld's Nether King Maiden, but the breath is obviously different, because the ghost only has the function of defiling the soul body, while this white ghost has another more terrifying ability.

And, what's even more strange is that these white ghosts are not affected by the white clouds, although they can't seem to fly at high altitudes, they move and drift freely, and the originally extremely quiet Netherworld Lake, because of the appearance of these white ghosts, immediately became a veritable dead place.

After the white ghost appeared, it seemed to see a delicious feast, and rushed directly towards more than a dozen human monks. However, the sad thing is that because of the appearance of the white clouds, the physical bodies of these more than ten human monks were imprisoned by the solidified and viscous space, and the soul bodies were greatly suppressed. In the face of this strange white ghost, there is almost no power to fight back.

The whole process was weird and terrifying, and these white ghosts didn't attack them in any way, just passed through their bodies. But all the monks who were pierced by these white ghosts turned into dried corpses in an instant, and their soul forms floated out of the sea of souls, becoming exactly like these white ghosts, becoming their own kind.

These wacky white ghosts possess functions similar to copying.

At this time, the Netherworld Island in the center of the Netherworld Lake had mysteriously disappeared, and a turtle shell was floating in the place where the Netherworld Island was originally located. The shell was three zhang in circumference, dark throughout, and cracked countless tiny, spiderweb-like cracks, with a faint purple gas swirling around it.

Countless white ghosts flew around the dark turtle shell, to be precise, around the turtle shell sitting cross-legged on the ground, struggling two men and a woman, three human monks flying.

These white ghosts seemed to be a little frightened by the lilac gas swirling around the turtle's shell, so they never dared to get too close. But I don't know if it is affected by the viscous solidification of space, this turtle shell was squeezed by the force of space, and cracks suddenly appeared today, and the cracks are still gradually increasing and expanding, and what makes the three of them desperate is that with the appearance of cracks, the purple gas on the turtle shell has also decreased significantly.

As a result, those white ghosts are getting closer and closer to the three of them, and in less than a day, the turtle shell is about to disintegrate, and the three of them will be copied by these white ghosts, and the soul form will become a white ghost, and the body will become a dry corpse.

These two men and one woman are none other than Han Xingkui, Chen Dongtian and Bai Bingyu, who are the netherworld lineage of the Purple Shadow Sect.

When the white cloud appeared, the three of them were looking for an opportunity in the ruins of the sect on the Netherworld Island in the Netherworld Lake. Originally, although the body was imprisoned at the beginning, the soul form was suppressed, and it was unable to move, but it was safe for a while. Unexpectedly, two days ago, with the appearance of the white ghost, the Netherworld Island suddenly sank directly, leaving only the immovable turtle shell under the buttocks of the three people. The size of the turtle shell is not too large, but it is just enough for three people to sit on it.

And at this moment, the three of them were pale, their expressions were desperate and bitter, their eyes were dim, like a dark cloud, and they only knew that they numbly poured the true yuan and soul energy in their bodies into the turtle shell under their bodies, waiting for the possible slim vitality to appear.

They sent out a soul cry to all the Purple Shadow Sect members who had entered the small world through the teleportation compass, but they really didn't have much hope for it. If there were no white clouds and no changes in the space, they believed that they would definitely be able to survive to the same door to rescue, but unfortunately, now that the space is solidified, who can rush in this solidified space.

If someone really has the supernatural power to rush here in this strange frozen space, then this person must be Huaxia Jiu.

This is the extravagant hope in the hearts of the three of them at this time, and it is also the only hope for survival of the three of them.

But the three of them all knew that as long as one more day passed, if Hua Xia Jiu couldn't make it in time, they would definitely be like the dozen or so monks here before, their physical bodies would turn into dried corpses, and their soul bodies would become this white ghost.

The white ghost has not appeared for a long time, and they have only been trapped on this turtle shell for two days, but the true yuan and soul energy consumed by the turtle shell under their body are too fast, and in two days, the three true elements have been consumed, and they are even forced to infuse soul energy, and at the same time, they have to resist the squeezing force in the space.

The elixir they carried with them to replenish their true yuan and soul energy had almost been consumed in the past two days.

And when they had the elixir, it was better, but after all the elixirs were consumed today, no matter how they drew energy from the spirit stone and turned it into true yuan, they still couldn't make up for their own losses. It's a stretch to make ends meet.

The turtle shell didn't know what level of treasure it was, it could resist the white ghost, but the speed of energy consumption was far higher than that of ordinary magic weapons.

They speculated that the white ghost might only be active on the Netherland, thinking that if they could get out of the lake, they would be out of danger. But what made them helpless was that no matter how they urged the turtle shell under their feet, the turtle shell did not move at all, I don't know if it was also because of the influence of the frozen space in heaven and earth, or if there was a magical power in this dark lake, which tied the magical turtle shell and the three of them to death.

To add insult to injury, as the purple gas emitted by the turtle shell decreased, the white ghost got closer and closer to the three of them, although it did not pass through their bodies, there was an inexplicable power that made their soul bodies more and more uncontrollable, and they couldn't help but want to go out of their bodies. This made the three of them have to divide part of their mental will and resist the pull of this strange force to the death.

Gradually, Chen Dongben and Han Xingkui, who were in the early stage of cultivation, became more and more sluggish, their eyes began to have some symptoms of collapse, and a strange white aura also climbed on their pale and bloodless faces, and it seemed that the situation was very bad.

"Two junior disciples, you must hold on, the sect master should be coming soon......" Bai Bingyu had already asked about the mid-stage cultivation, which was relatively better, and kept reminding the two of them. It's just that in the end, her beautiful eyes are gloomy, and she obviously doesn't have much confidence in what she says.

Chen Dongtian grinned and said weakly: "If the sect master is the reincarnation of an immortal, he should come here." ”

"I said a long time ago, there is the existence of the Netherworld behind our Netherworld, there is no need to enter this bullshit little world to find opportunities, you didn't agree with my words at the time, you have to come. Otherwise, they would not have ended up in such a dead end. Han Xingkui said with an indignant face.

"Don't say that, chance often comes with danger, and coming here to explore is the last thing the three of us agreed to together. Bai Bingyu glared at Han Xingkui and said.

"What's more, if it weren't for that, we wouldn't have found that good thing, and when we left here, we divided it equally, and we must have grown a lot stronger. Bai Bingyu didn't know what to remember, and without waiting for the two to say anything, he suddenly let out a sigh and then said.

PS: I'm sorry, something happened at home today, and I delayed it a bit. In addition, there are two changes today, because the remaining two chapters are combined into this big chapter. Ask for collections, monthly passes, red tickets, support, praise, and subscriptions to Zongheng websites――――――――――