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"Let's wait here honestly!" As he spoke, Hong Zetian found a stone bench in the pavilion and leaned over to sit down.

Netherworld, Netherworld.

The heavy stone gate blocks the fresh grass and green trees of the Shadow Valley, and the cave in the Netherworld Forbidden Land is another world.

The paint is like dark night, the light is like dusk, quiet is ethereal, and the shadow is fleeting.

An isolated natural cave makes the layout inside full of pristine wild beauty.

There is not enough light, and the mountains and rocks are covered with moss, and the shade is luxuriant. The most touching thing about this dark and damp cave is the sound of dripping water, like the tuning of a musical instrument in front of the music.

Irregular stalactites, strange shapes of meditation or hanging here, perhaps the cave is too quiet, the water droplets on the stalactites, with the attitude of dripping water through the stones, modify their posture, as if to express its pleasant notes.

The blackness here has nothing to do with the daytime light outside the cave, and even though the sun is shining outside, it is still damp, wet, gloomy and silent.

Passing through the rocky crags and seeping out of the cave, there was a condensed and watery wind, as if telling the desolation and loneliness of this place.

There are several bowls of paraffin wax on the wall, and the dim candlelight swaying gently on the wet wall, reflecting the dim light, a rickety figure, sitting quietly on the stone platform.

The stone platform is about three feet high, resembling a couch, surrounded by water on three sides, and this person who meditates is naturally Nangong Qingtian who is in retreat.

He sat cross-legged, sinking into the dantian, his hands flat on his knees, although when meditating, he stiffened his waist, but his rickety body still revealed that he was not a small age.

Despite this, he still sat still, like a tree touching the ground, absorbing the aura between heaven and earth.

The withered countenance, like the bark of a pine, seemed to be able to fold up to eighteen folds in every inch of skin. The deep-locked eyes exclude all perception from the five senses.

And not far behind him, there was also a man sitting close to the stone wall, his head hanging slightly, and his hair scattered so that his face was completely obscured.

If Nangong Qingtian is a big tree, the person behind him is a stubborn stone, he still has at least a faint breath, and the person behind him has nothing, not even the least signs of life.

Just when all this was quiet, Nangong Qingtian suddenly opened a pair of scarlet eyes, shook his hand flat in front of his knee, and circled wildly in the air, holding his palms against each other, and holding and sucking each other.

With the friction of the palm force in the air, between the two palms, a gray Xuan Qi is formed, like a rising cloud, rotating and lingering under the adsorption of the palm force.

As the Xuan Qi in his body continued to pour in, the thin gray gas gathered more and more, turning faster and faster, and the gray gradually condensed into black, like a black snake lying in his palm, curling up and sliding.

At this moment, the man with the cloak behind him kept shaking to the beat of the interaction of his palms, like a person frozen in the cold wind.

"Tweet ......"

Xuan Qi was mixed with bursts of chirping sounds, spreading outward.

Nangong Qingtian's body gradually trembled, and with the movement of his body, the person with his head hanging behind him also sat and repeated the movements, and instantly became the puppet he carried.

Raise your hands, stretch your arms, and twist your palms......

Each movement is almost identical, except that the two are not at the same time, but the rhythm of the front and back beats.

As the range of his movements expanded, the man with the cloak also accelerated his movements, and made a whirring sound, as if he had phlegm stuck in his throat, and he wanted to say that he couldn't.

The swirling waves oscillate, because they are surrounded by water on three sides, and the startled water ripples scatter in all directions, forming layers of thin water mist.

The fog rose and swirled in the air, and the already dark cavern became wet at this time, accompanied by the smell of blood.

Smelling this strong blood, the man with the cloak suddenly rose up with a beastly spirit, stretched out a pair of hands that were as dry as dry wood and sharp as claws, and grabbed and tore fiercely in the air.

From time to time, there is a sound of humming and chirping in the throat, like the sound of a pig, and like a warning sound from a hunting dog biting its prey.

Hearing this voice, Nangong Qingtian turned around and slapped the thing on the chest with his palms full of cold aura.

"Smack......

A true qi was suddenly instilled, and the body, which was as hard as an iron pestle, made a few hard sounds, like muffled thunder.

Just as the cold qi continued to pour into its body, the man's head suddenly lifted, and a hideous face was suddenly exposed to the breath.

A rotten face, almost folded together, kept shedding its skin like fish scales, and its clear facial features were no longer distinguishable. And the most striking thing is his mouth, because on both sides of his mouth, there are two sharp fangs, which hang very sharply upside down at the corners of his mouth.

Nangong Qingtian kept instilling Xuan Qi into him, and the thing that person was not a ghost or a ghost, from his foul mouth, kept spewing out black and purple mist, but this gas was constantly sucked by Nangong Qingtian, and he enjoyed it very much.

One inputs energy, the other erupts aerosol, and the two of them walk in a cycle, both seemingly enjoying what they give each other.

The ghost shadow was affected by the mysterious qi, and his temper became even more irritable, while Nangong Qingtian was affected by the black and purple mist, and his scarlet eyes were like red-hot carbon, as if he could burn in the next second.

As the Xuan Qi continued to enter, the range of the shock wave became wider and wider, and the ravine surrounded by water on three sides was like boiling water, constantly bubbling and gurgling.

A roar pierced through the clouds and cracked stones, and the cave shook suddenly, and then the stones in the cave kept tumbling down from a high place, and then the cave shook violently.

The paraffin bowl on the wall of the cave also rolled down the rocks.

The beating firelight, under the collision of rocks, pops up fireballs, because paraffin is an oily substance, it is not so easy to extinguish.

In an instant, on the rocks, there were mottled fire spots, like the glowing buttocks of fireflies.

Following this light, it became clear that these three sides were surrounded by water, not a natural ditch, but a bright red artificial blood pool.

The crimson blood water, like red-hot molten iron, and like a volcanic crater, gushing out of red magma, red and shiny.

Just when there was a sound in the cave, Hong Zetian, who was waiting for Nangong Qingtian outside, hurriedly stood up from the stone bench in the pavilion.

"What's going on?" Hong Zetian, who stood up, looked around with his eyes.

"I don't know?" several attendants, also with puzzled expressions, looked around.

Everyone looked around for a moment, and one of them said, "The sound seems to be coming from the direction of the Netherworld." ”

"Netherworld Forbidden Land?" Hong Zetian heard this, his eyes instantly rounded, and he panicked: "It can't be the Netherworld Cave collapse!"