A viscous lacquer, but with a strange luster, emanating from the clouds.

Shrouded in black and gray cold mist, within a radius of 100 miles in Luoxia Mountain, no matter birds and beasts, flowers, essences, plants and trees, they were all frozen together by the ghostly aura in an instant, as if the sculptures carved out of black ice crystals were fixed in place.

The life is extinct, the heaven and the earth are dead and silent, and the netherworld is slaughtered, such as the Senluo region.

But the evil demons and demons in the mountains were all fanatical and excited, and they all couldn't wait to open their mouths wide, gulping down the netherworld aura emitted from the clouds covering the sky, and with the swallowing of these monks, the aura on their bodies grew rapidly, and the breath here was just a few breaths, which could be compared to their half-moon cultivation.

Especially the ghost path monks such as the Ten Thousand Ghost Corpse Demon Dao, they devoured without scruples, and even released the powerful ghosts and fierce ghosts in captivity, a pair of blue ghost eyes were inexplicably excited, roaring and screaming in the netherworld breath, gulping down the rare netherworld breath.

The netherworld breath is the yin and evil breath from hell, extremely yin and extremely cold, and the soul is scattered when it touches it, and it is the most nourishing for the ghost monks, as if they are fierce spirits and ghosts.

This netherworld aura emanating from the sky came to his face, Han Chu only felt as if he was in a clear spring and felt a burst of relief, zombies were originally yin and evil things, they did not enter the living beings, they were not in the dead category, but this netherworld aura that could not enter the living beings was very nourishing to him.

The Golden Corpse Quenching Technique spontaneously opened, Han Chu's body seemed to have become a bottomless pit, and the rolling Netherworld Qi continued to pour into his body, and for a while, Han Chu's surroundings were surging, and nearly seventy percent of the Netherworld Qi was brutally pulled, and a large amount of Yin Wind wrapped in black and yellow ghost qi, turning into a whirlwind of sheep's horns, hanging down from the sky and merging into Han Chu's bottomless pit-like body.

The ghost martial artist who was put into the blood coffin by Han Chu showed the true body of a zombie with a blue face and fangs, and he also gulped down the netherworld, and the dense corpse qi on his body grew rapidly at a speed visible to the naked eye, and the huge amount of breath he swallowed each time was enough to have the terrifying amount of more than a normal day.

On the other hand, although Xuehe and the others are swallowing the netherworld breath, they are also cautious, and more of them are storing and saving the netherworld breath to make treasure refining only for use, this netherworld breath is the breath of the dead after all, devouring a little can increase mana, but swallowing more, I am afraid that their own flesh and blood will be frozen.

"This kid's body as a corpse king is cold and unscrupulous, and this time it's cheaper for nothing!"

Chen Yang was very envious of Han Chu, and spit out a mouthful of white cold qi in his mouth, although his own Xuanyin True Qi is exquisite, and the Yin and Cold are not under this Netherworld Breath, but this Netherworld Breath contains a trace of death, although he is the embodiment of divine thoughts, but how to say that he is still a living person, swallowing too much of this breath, he has to become a ghost.

The Golden Corpse Quenching Technique turned faster and faster, as if he was a hungry ghost who had been hungry for hundreds of years, and finally saw the sumptuous delicacy, and took a big gulp of crazy devouring the Netherworld Breath, and even with Han Chu, he could feel the comfort and satisfaction that emanated from his iron-armored corpse body after continuously absorbing the aura.

While Han Chu was comfortable, he couldn't help but be secretly frightened, just the aura that emanated from the opening of the ancient dojo of the Little Netherworld Heaven could allow the monk to obtain such benefits, in that ancient time, when the gods were rampant, how powerful those creatures were, I am afraid that they were born with the cultivation of the golden pill, and they could give birth to a primordial infant after a few years of casual cultivation.

The disciples of the three sects who entered the Little Netherworld this time were neatly arranged in three queues according to their respective sects, the leaders of the three sects, such as Shenzhen and Lisha, as well as Han Chu, lined up in front, while the other demon Dao disciples were also in groups, following their own elders or team leaders and standing quietly in the distance.

"Little Netherworld, blessings and misfortunes depend on each other, whether it is dead or alive, whether it is a golden light or ashes, it depends on you and wait for your own opportunity. ”

Shen Zhen's expression was calm, a blood-colored Dao robe whirred in the wind, and he stood at the front of the team and looked at the three sect disciples in front of him and said coldly.

The Little Netherworld is once in a hundred years, and every time there is a sect master of the three sects of the Demon Gate, Shenzhen, as the person in charge of the opening of the Little Netherworld, clapped his hands and encouraged.

"Wait, they are all the elites of my three sects, and all of you have the qualifications to enter the Little Netherworld today! it can be said that you will all be the mainstay of the three sects in the future, and the hope of prosperity in the side sect. ”

"I never do things to hide from the side door, some ugliness to say in front, the little Netherworld is a hundred years old, every time the people who can come out of it alive, less than two percent, some years and even all turned to ashes. ”

A sinister smile appeared on Shen Zhen's face as if he was frightened, and his heavy gaze swept over the faces of every disciple of the three sects of the Demon Gate, "So, think carefully about it, do you really want to go in! Entering it, you may be able to hit the opportunity and ascend to the sky in one step, but it is more likely that you will never be born in ashes, so I will give you a chance to choose in the end! Those who want to quit can leave a token to quit now." ”

There was silence in the audience, and no one spoke!

A pair of eyes are extremely resolute looking at the truth, cultivation is against the sky, the opportunity is ahead, only not afraid of life and death, fierce and courageous, in order to win a ray of vitality.

"Very good!" Shen Zhen nodded with satisfaction, put his hands behind his back and said with a smile, "It is worthy of being a disciple of the three sects of my side sect!"

"By the way, the disciples of the three sects are strictly forbidden to fight in the Little Netherworld, no matter what grudges you have outside, you can only resolve them outside, if you let me know that someone is waiting for an opportunity to retaliate inside! ”

The disciples of the three sects of the Demon Sect naturally knew this rule for a long time, and at this time, they immediately laughed and agreed loudly, and looked at the disciples of the Demon Dao Sect around them with a fierce light in their eyes.

The onlookers, the elders and disciples of other sects on the side, all of them had pale faces and strange expressions, and some experienced elders could only smile helplessly, and whispered to the disciples of the sect, warning the disciples not to quarrel with the three sects of the Demon Dao, anyway, there are countless resources inside, if the disciples of the three sects of the Demon Dao collide, they will leave early, so as not to lose their lives in vain.

Han Chu pursed his lips and smiled secretly, the words of the Demon Sect were obvious, the disciples of the three sects of the Demon Sect were not allowed to fight in the Little Netherworld, and those outside the three sects obviously did not have this requirement, no wonder every time the disciples of the Demon Dao in the Little Netherworld fell into the world, the three sects of the Demon Gate also calculated a lot of strength in it.

Stretching out his hand, a cloud of scarlet blood light appeared in his hand, and with a wave of his hand, this blood light turned into a little rune and disappeared on the forehead of every disciple of the Three Sects.

"The entrance of each person in the Little Netherworld is different, and this blood rune can guide each other within a radius of a hundred miles!" Shen Zhen commanded in a deep voice with a serious face, "Remember! Remember! Only when you all gather in one place, can you get more good things! How far you can grow in the future depends on you this time! If someone else dares to snatch resources from you, you can take action and kill them all, without scruples! No matter who you slaughter, even if it is the successor of a certain sect, there are a few of us old guys who stand on top! understand?"

"Yes!"

The disciples of the three sects shouted in unison, all of them excited and inexplicable, and their eyes burst with fierce light.

Han Chu couldn't help pursing his lips and laughing secretly, Shen Zhen deserved to be a famous demon Dao, and such words and deeds could be regarded as making him understand how Blood River, a disciple of the sect master of the Red Blood Sect, could cultivate a bandit temperament of robbing homes and houses.

"Han Chu Xiaoyou, the little Netherworld is only open for ten days, and after ten days, you can use mana to urge the token, and the token will naturally take you out, remember! Don't indulge in it, if you miss the time and fall into the Netherworld, it's not as simple as waiting until the next time you open it. Lisha Zhenren stood beside Han Chu and whispered with a peaceful smile on his face.

"Thank you for reminding me, Han Chu remembers!" Han Chu nodded slightly.

"Brother Han, as soon as you enter the Little Netherworld, your little sister will be entrusted to you to take care of it, you must come to me!" Gu Yingluo coquettishly stuffed a small rune into Han Chu's hand, and then without waiting for Han Chu to answer, she flew back to the formation with a smile.

Seeing that the Shenzhen precept was completed, Chenyang Old Demon's two strange eyes rolled, and with a wave of his hand, streamers shot out, and a small rune made of Xuanyin True Qi flew in front of everyone, and then he sneered.

"This is the guiding immortal talisman refined by the ancestor, which can guide you to find the entrance to the Netherworld Yellow Spring, if you don't arrive within three days, it can only mean that you don't have enough chance, and you missed this opportunity, no one can blame. ”

Han Chu casually put the rune in his hand, although he smiled and nodded, but he couldn't help but be suspicious in his heart, the old demon of Chenyang really knew a little too much about the little Netherworld, and he couldn't help but secretly think in his heart, this old devil's trip was probably not as simple as it was told to him.

"Boom!!"

Nine roars suddenly sounded in the sky, and the surging ghostly aura condensed into a solid cloud and mist cold tide gushing out.

"The Little Netherworld is on, and everyone is ready to enter. ”

Shen Zhen let out a low roar, and together with Han Chu and the others, the one hundred and eight Demon Dao monks holding the token showed their magical powers and flew towards the mountain and water reflected in the dark clouds in the sky.

And the more than 1,000 figures in the mountains can only envy the figures who rushed to the sky with jealousy, they are either scattered in the demon gate, or the strength of the root bones is insufficient, and they are jealous in their hearts and at the same time crazy to run the exercises, as much as possible to take the opportunity to absorb the ghostly aura that pervades the mountains.

The surging netherworld aura continued to pour out, and the closer they got to it, the richer the aura became, and gradually, even Han Chu, the body of the most yin and evil corpse king, felt a trace of coldness.

As they got closer and closer, there seemed to be the sound of waves in their ears, and everyone was in a trance, flashing a large phantom covering the sky.

There seemed to be countless huge hungry ghosts rushing towards them, each of them was the size of a millstone, and in the sound of "whooshing" next to their ears, a terrifying aura that made everyone's scalp tingle spread down, not to mention ordinary demon monks, even thousand-year-old demons like Chenyang, at this time, all of them were pale under this breath.

The trembling sound of "buzzing" was endless, and the jet-black luster shone one one after another, and the Xuantian Netherworld Order spontaneously flew out, shooting out a faint pillar of light to envelop the monks around him.

The vision was gone, and one hundred and eight tokens shone at the same time, rolling up one hundred and eight people and turning into streamers into the reflected mountains and rivers in mid-air, and then scattered irregularly like fireflies flying in the sky.

The sky swirled, and the sound of the waves crashing on the shore in his ears continued, but in an instant, the pressure around him suddenly lightened, and his fluttering body was heavy, and his feet were already on the ground.