"Little junior brother!"

Senior Brother Mo Tie kept shouting on the bronze boat, but Chen Hao didn't move after being dragged into the Netherworld Sea by the Lost.

"Don't shout anymore, your little junior brother is not strong enough, and it is impossible to come back after being dragged into the water by the Lost. The ferryman who had been shaking the oars sighed, couldn't help but shake his head, under his reminder, Chen Hao still turned his head, and the white-haired old man who was the ferryman had no choice.

The bronze boat continued to accelerate forward, and the surrounding scene began to distort, as if a spatial fluctuation had previously opened from the bow of the ship along the plane barrier, tearing open the space on the Netherworld.

The bronze boat carrying Mo Tie disappeared without a trace, leaving Chen Hao, who had gone to the Dead Realm with him, and sank alone into the dark waters of the Netherworld.

......

"Where am I?"

Chen Hao, who was seduced by the Lost, felt very warm around him, and I don't know how long it took to wake up from his coma.

It was pitch black all around, and the thick sea water dragged Chen Hao's body, making him unable to move.

"This is the Netherworld, am I going to sink here like the Lost?" Chen Hao's mind flashed a few fragments before he fell unconscious, and it was a lost man who pretended to be "Yuan Ye Ming" before his death entangled him and dragged him into the sea.

"Senior brother! Chen Hao opened his mouth and shouted a few times, but found that no one around him responded to him at all.

"It's strange, but this sea water didn't invade my body? Is this sea water?" Chen Hao found that he could actually open his mouth to speak, and the pitch-black sea water that wrapped his body did not pour in along his mouth.

Chen Hao, who was in doubt, swung his limbs vigorously, and a feeling like glue stuck came from all around his body, and after exerting all his strength, Chen Hao was able to swim forward a little.

"What a terrifying entanglement. It's like being stuck in a swamp. Chen Hao muttered in his heart, the top priority is to leave here as soon as possible.

Because Chen Hao doesn't know, when the lost will come back, will they attack themselves?

"Ten times the strength, open!"

A black mark appeared at the center of the eyebrows, and a mysterious pattern of stripes flowed out of the mark. Spread to Chenhao's whole body.

The strength of 80 million catties of body, multiplied by ten times, the strength of 800 million catties allowed Chen Hao to easily shuttle in the waters of the Netherworld.

Between his arms one by one, Chen Hao's whole person was like a sharp arrow, moving quickly through the thick water.

"Haha!

"Someone actually fell!"

"My, my, fresh flesh is mine!"

Chen Hao shuttled through the sea, and a terrible voice sounded in his ears, and a living person fell into the Netherworld, attracting the attention of countless lost people. A pair of rotten hands, frantically surging towards the Chen. I want to catch him.

"Soul burial style, Rakshasa Blade!"

In a panic, Chen Hao burst out with his strongest combat power, and an intermediate unyielding sword intent emerged from him, and the soul burial knife in his hand rotated at high speed in the thick sea water along with the twisted body.

The lilac soul fire flowed out of Chen Hao's body and spread to the soul burial knife in his hand, and Chen Hao's amazing power rolled up a waterspout in the sea water!

After the purple soul fire passed through the Soul Burial Knife. Turned into countless sword qi, accompanied by a high-speed rotating waterspout. Shredded countless pairs of rotting hands that approached.

"Ahhh

After Chen Hao's sword qi shredded those rotten hands, a terrible scream sounded in the sea. Those who were lost did not expect that a person who fell into the Netherworld would be able to rebel.

"Be my food!" With a piercing roar, a huge lost figure rushed up from the bottom of the sea, shattering the waterspout brought by Chen Hao with a single punch.

A pair of rotten thick hands. Like a fan, he slapped towards Chen Hao, wanting to take him down in one fell swoop.

"Dreaming! Soul Burial Style, Asura Knife!" Seeing the enemy pounce, Chen Hao's muscles swelled, and the soul burial knife in his hand hit the opponent's big hand.

Purple soul fire lingered on the surface of Chenhao's body. A miniature Asura phantom condensed behind Chen Hao, and due to the influence of the surrounding Netherworld Sea, the soul fire on Chen Hao's body became much weaker.

The miniature Asura Phantom, only ten meters tall, had six arms on three sides, four of which held the sun and the moon, and the other two hands held a Buddha knife and slashed at the huge lost man.

"Ahhh

The Buddha knife mixed with the unyielding sword intent slashed off the hands of the person who came with a single sword, and a wave of spreading purple soul fire frantically climbed up the body of the lost person, burning the other party to the ground.

"What a weak lost one......" Seeing that the enemy was slashed by himself, Chen Hao couldn't help muttering in his heart, this Netherworld Sea didn't seem to be as terrible as the ferryman said.

But the next moment, a thick iron chain rushed up from the bottom of the sea, wrapped Chen Hao's body around a few times, and then dragged it down violently.

Chen Hao only felt that an amazing force erupted from the chain, and he struggled with all his strength, but he couldn't break free from it!

The thick iron chain dragged Chen Hao, sinking more and more, and the pressure of the surrounding sea water became more and more terrifying, and Chen Hao's body bones couldn't help but tremble slightly. The body with the blood of the war clan, under the pressure of the seawater, began to seep out countless blood beads from the pores of the skin.

Some of the Lost, surrounded by chains, taunted Chenhao.

"Fresh flesh!"

"Quack! The king has arrested another man!"

"I don't know which part of the meat I can get this time, but my favorite is thigh meat!"

The lost who were rotting all over their bodies followed the chains as they sank, and the harsh sound reached Chenhao's ears.

"The owner of this iron chain, is it the king in the mouth of these lost people? I don't know what the strength of the other party is, can I deal with it?" Chen Hao, who kept struggling, his arms were tightly clasped to his chest by the imprisoning power of the iron chain, and the soul burial knife in Chen Hao's hand emitted bursts of fluorescence, and the soul of the soul burial knife woke up at this critical moment.

"Little Lord Chenhao, why did you run to such a strange place again? Isn't this sea area the Netherworld Sea?" The sound of the soul mourning milk came from the blade of the knife.

"Huh, do you know this Netherworld?"

"My former master brought me here before, but he said that the sea was strange and told me not to come near it in the future. Burial Soul said, the fluorescent blade trembling slightly.

"Don't approach easily, did Xuan Ye's predecessor talk about how to escape from the Netherworld?" At the critical juncture, Chen Hao seemed to have grasped a life-saving straw, and hurriedly asked, his body was still sinking to the bottom of the sea with the iron chain.

"He seems to have said that he can leave the Nethersea by going all the way to the location of the Gate......"

"The Boundary Gate, is it the entrance to the Dead Realm? I don't have a map, how can I get there!" Chen Hao let out a wail, and his whole body was already drenched in blood by the terrifying pressure of the sea.

It is worth mentioning that the blood that flowed out of the pores was not washed away by the seawater, but attached to the surface of Chen Hao's body.

It seems that in this netherworld, the human body will naturally form a thin film, isolated from the seawater, but the pressure around it is still there.

......

The thick iron chain dragged Chen Hao deeper and lower, and after about ten minutes, a bright light came from the bottom of the sea.

"Poof!"

As if passing through the sea level, the chain led Tatsuhiro through the seabed boundary of the Netherworld, and fell into an unknown space.

"Boom!"

Chen Hao, who was wrapped in iron chains and made into rice dumplings, smashed a hard piece of land.

The pressure of the surrounding sea water disappeared, and the bright light stung Chen Hao's eyes, and Chen Hao, who was wrapped in blood, was lying in a pile of iron chains panting heavily.

"Where is this? Is this the Underwater Dragon Palace? Why is there no sea water at all?" Chen Hao couldn't help but complain, now he is like a fish on the board to be slaughtered.

"Oh, it seems that I have caught a young man, let me see, what race is it......" A rough voice sounded in this mysterious world, and the iron chain that wrapped around Chen Hao was dragged by a huge force.

A body about 10,000 feet tall slowly bowed down, leaned his head over, and stared at Chen Hao with two giant eyes like stars.

Chenhao, who was panting, could see countless bloodshots thicker than a human in the other party's eyeballs.

"Warclane?" (To be continued......)

PS: The three more are sent, and the leg hair is still in the code!