Han Chu carefully flipped through the Netherworld Treasure Scroll given by Lisha Zhenren, which recorded the precious information that the Star Sea had counted over the years, which could be described as all-encompassing, and it clearly recorded the names, characteristics, and effects of hundreds of rare and strange treasures that might appear in the Little Netherworld.

There are not only magic powers, magic weapons and ammunition, treasures of heaven and earth, treasures of heaven and earth, cherished mineral deposits, but even the most mysterious and powerful soul source of the primeval spiritual root.

"It is worthy of the ancient dojo, the little Netherworld, and it lives up to its name!"

Han Chu remembered the appearance and efficacy of all kinds of heaven and earth treasures in his mind, sighed with admiration, and saw the whole leopard at a glance, from this small Netherworld Dojo, Han Chu could also see some of the unpredictable magical methods of the ancient gods.

If it is recorded in the dossier, these heaven and earth spiritual objects, if you get one or two of them, it is already a great opportunity.

"That is, this little Netherworld is an ancient dojo, with the power of those ancient gods, we are just little ants, even if we gnaw a hair from them, it will be enough for us to suffer for a long time. ”

Xuehe Hang'er Lang Lang was half-lying on the futon, his face was slightly red, holding the wine jar and sighing loudly, these days with the Shenzhen side, he is strictly disciplined, sober and has few desires, meditating and cultivating day and night, today it is rare that several people in the Shenzhen have run out, so that the Xuehe can catch time to relax.

Han Chu nodded lightly, he had already made up his mind in his heart, this time he entered the Little Netherworld, he would rather kill the wrong one than let it go, and his next path of cultivation would depend on how much background he could have this time.

Casually throwing the spirit treasure dossier that had been engraved in his heart to the blood river, Han Chu raised his eyebrows and asked, "How is the Taoist priest called Pure Spirit?"

Jingling is the unlucky Taoist priest who was forcibly pulled out of his soul by Han Chu, after the Tiantian Sword devoured the fragments of the blade, he was reborn and his power skyrocketed, the origin of that thing Han Chu was worried about it day and night, but he had to deal with those old demons these days, and he really had no time to take care of it, so he had to hand over the Pure Spirit to the Blood River to deal with,

"Hehe, what do you have to worry about me, boss, that kid has already explained all the eighteen generations of his ancestors. Blood River grinned, opened his mouth and spat out a blood light the size of a soybean, the blood light slowly grew larger, condensed into a blood-colored humanoid silhouette, and stood beside Blood River.

It was the second primordial god of the Blood River that was condensed with the Blood Demon Soul, compared to the misty body that appeared last time, this time it was obviously much more condensed, and the facial features also had a slight outline of the Blood River.

As soon as the Blood Demon Yuan Shen stretched out his hand, a translucent humanoid silhouette emerged from his palm, about the size of a person, suspended in mid-air, like a quail in a storm, trembling all over his body, and the appearance of the Pure Spirit Daoist could be vaguely seen between his eyebrows.

"Hehe, boy, don't you want to say it, are you waiting for grandpa to ask you?" the second elemental god of the Blood River smiled hoarsely, and reached out like grasping a marshmallow to tear off a palm-sized piece from the soul of the pure soul and stuffed it into his mouth, chewing it as if it were delicious.

Jing Ling screamed hysterically, and the translucent soul was like smoke about to disperse, and although the torn soul was separated from his body, he could still feel the pain of that part being chewed and swallowed slowly at this time, such a heart-rending pain was no less than the cutting and grinding of countless blunt knives little by little.

"I said, I said, I'll say anything!" gasping for breath, Jing Ling looked at Han Chu tremblingly, subconsciously bent down and lowered his head, and his lowered voice was like a mosquito fly, "Senior! Immortal Chief! The little one really doesn't know where the sword blade comes from!"

Seeing that Han Chu's eyes were serious, and the cold on his body was getting heavier and heavier, Jing Ling shuddered suddenly, how could he dare to bear Han Chu's gaze, lowered his head and howled in hysterical horror, "I don't know! I really don't know! That sword blade was snatched from the disciples of the Taihao Emperor Sword Palace! He hurried back to the mountain with his things, we really just grabbed it!"

The pure spirits who had recently been tortured by the river of blood trembled with horror, and their heads under the depths no longer dared to raise their heads.

"Poor fellow, it seems he really doesn't know. The Second Primordial God of the Blood River grinned hoarsely, swallowed the Pure Soul Soul Whole into his mouth with one mouth, and chewed and swallowed it in large gulps.

"Boss, what's the matter!" The blood-colored phantom flashed, blending into the body of the blood river, staring at Han Chu with two bright eyes, he had seen the power of the sword blade.

Han Chu secretly planned in his heart, if the disciples of Emperor Taihao Sword Palace just had no intention of getting this sword blade, although the information would be cut off, but this matter was still easy to say, but if it could be searched, then this matter would be a little troublesome.

Han Chu raised his eyebrows, putting this matter behind him for the time being, and said in an orderly manner, "The most important thing at the moment is the little Netherworld, and the other things will be talked about at the end of this trip." ”

Clapped his hands, and looked at the Blood River Canal very seriously, "You don't have to worry about this matter, you have to hurry up and improve your strength at present, and before the Little Netherworld is opened, at least the second primordial god must be completely condensed." ”

"The Little Netherworld is very dangerous, and judging from the performance of those old guys, the Netherworld Yellow Spring is a place dozens of times more terrifying than the Little Netherworld, but if there is a danger, I may not be able to protect you, although there is an agreement with those old guys, but those old things, once they encounter a deadly danger, they must run faster than anyone else. ”

Han Chu sneered slightly mockingly, he saw these cunning old demons more thoroughly than anyone else.

"Boss, you can rest assured!" Licking his lips, waving his thick arms, Blood River nodded triumphantly, "I am the most talented disciple of the Red Blood Sect, and I will definitely not hold back when I enter the Little Netherworld this time." ”

With a stinky fart look like I have a trick, Xuehe blinked, and waited for Han Chu to ask, so that he could show off his newly comprehended killing moves.

Han Chu had a flat smile on his face, glanced at the coquettish and flirtatious Blood River with cold eyes, turned his head and walked to the quiet room of the room, leaving a faint sentence in his mouth, "Then hurry up, Ghost Martial Arts, you accompany him to cultivate." ”

"Yes!" Ghost Wu, who was standing behind Han Chu like an iron tower, agreed in a deep voice, turned his head and grabbed the screaming river of blood, and strode out.

"Boss, no, I can do it myself, I don't need to bother, Ghost Martial Boss don't!!"

Let the madman of Ghost Wu be a sparring partner? Blood River saw the scene of Ghost Wu honing martial arts hunting, resting on him if he didn't die, he had to shed his skin, Blood River struggled fiercely, but how to break free of the huge strength of Ghost Wu, the chattering howl in his mouth stopped abruptly as he gradually moved away.

In the cultivation meditation room in the Sparrow Wing Dragon Boat, Han Chu sat on a futon made of dark black blood silk and gently tanned blood silk.

This futon can also be regarded as a strange treasure, although it does not have the magic power of refining demons, but it has the divine effect of purifying the heart and concentrating the mind, nourishing the soul, and resisting the demons in the heart, if it weren't for Gu Yingluo being the young master of the Great Shura Freedom Heavenly Palace, Han Chu would not have had the opportunity to use such a precious treasure to assist him in his cultivation.

This bird's wing dragon boat is engraved with a huge Great Floating Gathering Spirit Formation, which can pull all the spiritual energy within a radius of dozens of miles for the disciples on the boat to cultivate, and this quiet room is the most central center of the entire Great Spirit Gathering Array, and the dense and viscous aura here is more than ten times that of the dragon boat.

This quiet room was originally Gu Yingluo's cultivation secret room, but this little witch disappeared without a trace in the past few days, but Han Chujiu occupied the magpie's nest and took this secret room for her own use in a grand manner.

Sitting on the futon, a cold and cool breath ran through the whole body, and the distracting thoughts in his heart had just grown, and he was shattered by this breath, Han Chu closed his eyes and concentrated, and his head simulated the artistic conception of entering the Tao by borrowing the ghost martial spirit.

Han Chu closed his eyes and concentrated, letting his state of mind completely calm, and it took half a pillar of incense to adjust himself to the best state, and then he took it out of his sleeve and left the small scroll that Sha Zhenren gave him that recorded the experience of divine thought polishing.

People's first impression is particularly important, once formed, it is very difficult to change it, this is from the accumulation of hundreds of years of cultivation experience of Sha Zhen, Han Chu can't be careless.

Unfold the small scroll, the starlight is shining in an instant, and the small scroll with silver characters on a black background, once unfolded, it gives birth to a mysterious breath like an infinite starry sky, as if the shining ones in front of you are not words, but bright stars, and there is an eternal, vast, empty, and endless breath diffused out.

Han Chu seemed to see the endless starry sky, surrounded by hundreds of millions of stars, as if the colorful clouds were changing and bright, as the stars of Zhou Tian revolved around a mysterious and mysterious law, this scene full of the beauty of the vast rhythm of the universe was displayed in front of Han Chu, and he couldn't help but immerse himself in it, as if he was also a small one of the hundreds of millions of stars, slowly turning in accordance with the rhythm of the avenue.

Mysterious, brilliant, vast, endless!

In the midst of many illusions, in front of this vast universe, Han Chuzhi felt that he was as small as a piece of sand, and in front of the true universe and the Great Dao of Heaven and Earth, he was just a piece of floating dust.

As Han Chu fell into the operation of the Great Dao, the qi pockets in his body were running like a mountain and a tsunami, Han Chu's eyebrows and thoughts suddenly appeared, and the endless aura from the outside world was brutally torn into his body like a bottomless pit, and the essence and blood in his heart wriggled and bred plasma, and the body of the iron-armored corpse that had not grown for a long time was also gradually strengthened under the swarming of the aura.

And almost eighty percent of these energies turned into small points of light like fireflies, pouring into the divine thought talisman in the heart of Han Chu's eyebrows, and the luster of the talisman became more and more brilliant, although the strength of the divine thought did not increase much, but the origin of Han Chu's soul, the foundation of Han Chu's soul, was growing steadily at a crazy and almost perverted rate.

Zhou Shen's luster shone, and the eyebrows faintly showed a trace of bright starlight, so after a full quarter of an hour, the scroll's luster dissipated and returned to flatness, Han Chu suddenly opened his eyes, and there were two cold stars in the darkness.

Han Chu looked at the scroll again, and the silver handwriting on its upward flow recorded in detail the hundred years of cultivation experience of Lisha Zhenren, the divine thoughts were like stars, clustered into the sea, and the divine thoughts evolved into the stars and oceans in his mind, corresponding to the Zhou Tian star array, and had the name of the star sea.

Therefore, the best thing to focus on is the cultivation of each divine thought, although this scroll does not reveal the cultivation method of the Star Sea, but it is also like a bead, which is suitable for Han Chu.

Although the content is precious, compared to what he saw just now, it is like a cloud, and remembering the content in his heart, Han Chu accepted the scroll, a strange expression of crying and laughing appeared on his face, and he muttered to himself, "Damn! These old things are really more cunning than the other!"

The inheritance of the ancient gods of the Sea of Stars, the door has its own inheritance method, and the Lisha Zhenren is the method of inheritance in the door, so that Han Chu can see with his own eyes what is the Avenue of the Universe Stars, so facing the aura of the Great Dao, it is of supreme benefit to Han Chu's future cultivation.

"Damn, this cunning old devil! this favor is too much!" pursed his lips and didn't know whether to cry or laugh, Han Chu scolded secretly, and he didn't dare to slack off in his heart, he hurriedly closed his eyes and concentrated, and carved the realization of facing the Great Dao in his heart.