On this day, many years after stepping into the place where the candle nine yin was buried, Su Ming left this place with the little snake, and when he walked out of this area, he stood on the mountain peak and glanced back at him.

Where the Candle Jiuyin buried the bones under the mountain peak, the fog was long gone, and when I looked at it, there was no huge body of the Candle Jiuyin that I looked at back then.

Su Ming's mind came up with the scenes he had experienced when he stepped here, the fierce mist, the competition in the body of the Candle Nine Yin, the reincarnation of the immortal and immortal realm, and the mutation that was ultimately a blessing and a test.

All this seemed to him at the moment, like a dream a long time ago, a little unreal, after all, his soul had been in the immortal realm for too long.

Although he woke up from a dream at this moment, he still had some difficulty recovering.

After a while, Su Ming retracted his gaze, the little snake coiled on Su Ming's shoulder, and also looked at the place where the bones of the past Candle Jiuyin were buried, and its eyes gradually became reluctant, for it, this is the place where its people are, this is the place where it is reborn, and this is also the holy place that makes it truly Candle Jiuyin.

Su Ming left, he took a big stride, walked towards the sky, and walked in the direction of the witch city in his memory.

Although his previous divine consciousness was scattered, the range was not very far, it was only near here, if he wanted to know how many years had been spent here, he felt that he could find the answer in the Witch City.

The vague memories slowly became clear in the awakening, and those memories felt very long ago in Su Ming, following the memory, Su Ming flew slowly in the sky.

On the way, he didn't meet any people from the Wu Clan, but the land he looked at was very different from what he remembered back then.

There was silence all the way, and a few days later, when Su Ming came to Wucheng, he saw a ruin on the land, the ruins of Wucheng, and the wreckage everywhere, which made Su Ming even more silent.

He stood in the middle of the ruins, looking at the earth, and after a long time, his body slowly descended, fell to the earth, and walked into the ruins.

Walking in this ruin, Su Ming's expression gradually became trance, there seemed to be an illusion in front of his eyes, and the place he walked through appeared in his eyes, the prosperity of the year appeared, but in that prosperous moment, everything became desolate again.

"What's going on...... Su Ming muttered, his footsteps paused in the ruins, his eyes were looking at the collapsed house, this was the inn where he lived back then.

After pausing here for a moment, Su Ming continued to walk, slowly, he walked through the streets of the year, and walked past the palace that was protected by the Yin Spirit Clan, but here, he didn't see those palaces, as if someone had taken them away out of thin air, it was empty.

Su Ming raised his head, he didn't see the huge stone pillar that rushed into the sky, and naturally he couldn't see the huge head that was supported by the stone pillar back then, all he saw was the huge hole in the sky and the seals of countless dry tree branches inside and outside the hole.

It wasn't until Su Ming came to the middle of the ruins of this witch city, that is, the central square of this place, where the gambling tournament was held, and here, Su Ming's pupils shrank.

Here on the ground, he saw a huge deep pit, which was in the shape of a pentagonal shape, occupying a position of about thousands of feet.

Standing on the edge of this deep pit, Su Ming's expression was solemn, he squatted down and grabbed some remnants of soil on the ground at the edge of this deep pit, which contained some magic power.

"This is a formation!" Su Ming raised his head, the location of this deep pit, the sky curtain above it, is exactly where the hole is!

Su Ming frowned, and when he was pondering, suddenly his right hand was raised, and he pointed behind him, this finger was very casual, but it gave people the feeling that it had undergone thousands of transformations, and it was even more in this finger, such as containing years, it seemed simple, but in fact, at the moment when this finger was pointed out, a deep crack appeared in the void where it passed.

As this finger passed, even the void could not bear it, a roar echoed, Su Ming did not look back, still looking at the deep pit in front of him, still thinking.

But behind him, in the empty void at this moment, in this roar, a translucent figure appeared, and this figure exploded directly, turning into a wave of qi and rolling backwards, until it disappeared hundreds of feet away.

Almost at the moment when this translucent figure collapsed and died, around Su Ming, nearly a hundred similar figures immediately appeared from the void, and these figures stopped moving forward one by one in an instant, standing still, floating still, looking at Su Ming's eyes with jealousy.

After a long time, Su Ming no longer thought about the role of this formation, his understanding of the formation mainly came from the third senior brother Huzi, and the other was the formation that belonged to the immortal clan that existed in the inheritance of Hongluo.

Vaguely, he could only see that one of the functions of this formation here was teleportation, and as for the rest, he couldn't see it.

Standing up, Su Ming's gaze swept over these translucent figures around him, and the moment his gaze touched these figures, each figure trembled, and subconsciously retreated, and in their feelings, Su Ming's gaze was like substance, as if it could penetrate their bodies.

Su Ming's gaze swept over these translucent figures, and when he was about to retract them, suddenly his eyes froze, and all his gaze fell on a figure standing on the edge.

This figure looked like a young man, not tall, and his whole body was blurred in translucency, Su Ming looked at it, stunned for a moment, and raised his right hand to grab the young man's figure in the void, and immediately this figure was uncontrollable and went straight to Su Ming.

In front of Su Ming's body, this figure floated, its expression showed horror, as if it was about to struggle, and let out a silent scream, Su Ming looked at him, although this figure was blurred, but if you look at it closely, you can still see its general outline, looking at it, Su Ming gradually has a complicated face.

"Ah Hu......" Su Ming thought for a long time, and finally remembered who this figure in front of him was, this was one of the two young men and women who entered the Nine Netherworld with him.

"What the hell is going on here......" Su Ming let go of his hand, Ah Hu's figure quickly retreated in fright, Su Ming watched it leave, and gradually closed his eyes.

His divine consciousness slowly dispersed, centered on the place where he was, spreading out to the surroundings, at this moment he no longer thought about the need for the primordial god to be recuperated, he wanted to know, the changes in the nine netherworlds, and those.

With the spread of his divine sense, he saw translucent figures like Ah Hu in the entire Witch City, there were tens of thousands, these figures were hidden in the ruins, wandering in confusion and could not see them with the naked eye, only the divine training materials could detect them.

When Su Ming's divine sense spread again, he saw outside the ruins of Wucheng and saw the vast land, which was different everywhere, and after a long time, Su Ming opened his eyes.

He turned his head and looked in a direction in the distance, where his divine sense sensed a valley, in this valley, he noticed some people from the Wu Clan, and even outside this valley, Su Ming noticed a group of creatures with huge wings, and they were flying towards the valley to see the number of these creatures, about hundreds, one by one, fierce and monstrous, and a low roar!

"It's a pity that the primordial spirit still needs a few months of recuperation before it can completely disperse its divine sense, and now it is unfolded like this, it is difficult to see the details.

After the primordial spirit recuperation is over, then I can expand my divine consciousness and find their location according to the induction between the barbarian soul poisonous snake and the puppet and the red dragon. And the black-robed old man, I will never let go, as long as he is still in this Nine Netherworld, I have a way to find him!

But there are still witch people in this valley, and I should be able to find the answers I want to know. Su Ming's body shook, turned into a long rainbow and went straight to the sky, galloping towards the place where the valley was.

Within the millions of ruins of Wucheng, in the valley where the people of the Wu clan lived, because of the final dissipation of the tenth month in the sky, people's hearts were panicked, and most of them were in tension, wondering if there would be any new changes in the Nine Netherworlds.

In the corner of the valley, the old man in a black robe with a rotten smell of his body trembled at this moment, and his right hand was blurred with flesh and blood, and he slowly lowered it from the center of his eyebrows.

With a bitter expression, the old man sighed.

For a moment, except for him, no one here noticed that a divine consciousness swept from here, if it weren't for his constant vigilance, almost at this moment when his divine consciousness was permeated, he used a secret technique regardless of his injuries, erasing all his aura and existence, avoiding the induction of that divine sense, otherwise, his whereabouts would have been exposed now.

"Fate should be ...... on the way here", the black-robed old man took out a black vial from his arms, hesitated for a moment, but still put it away without opening it.

"There are still three herbs left in this pill, if I devour it now, I only have one percent chance to break the curse, and if I fail, I will lose my mind, which is no different from death......

"However, judging by my secret technique, judging by the fluctuation of his divine sense, he should not be able to find me. In this way, as long as I hide it better, I should be able to avoid this encounter. The black-robed old man hesitated for a moment, got up and retreated, returned to the stone cave dwelling that belonged to him, sat down cross-legged, and used all his strength to continue the operation of the secret technique.

"If it weren't for my curse technique, I wouldn't have gone for him without him coming to me...... As long as I give it another three years, I am sure that the certainty of this elixir to unlock the curse will be increased to fifty percent!" The black-robed old man shook his head, suppressed the tension in his heart, and immersed himself in meditation.

Almost as the old man was immersed in meditation, in the sky outside the valley where the people of the Wu Clan lived, a black cloud roared, and inside this black cloud, there were hundreds of strange creatures with black wings and fierce expressions!

They approached quickly, and a sharp roar echoed through the heavens and the earth, but anyone who heard this roar immediately changed their expressions, revealing fear and hatred.

The appearance of this black cloud also immediately aroused the vigilance of the Wu clan in the valley, and most of the people of the Wu clan shrank in their respective caves, staring at the long rainbow in the sky in the distance, and they were very nervous.

Nangong Zhen stood on a stone platform in the valley, followed by more than a dozen ragged people, staring at the sky.

"My lord, other clansmen have been arranged to hide, and the guardian formation has been opened to the maximum extent!"

"The Bow has all been opened, ready to unleash its might!"

"The death qi of the spirit medium altar has opened the channel, and this accumulation can release the power of death qi twice!"

"The clansmen who sacrificed their lives are also ready, and they are willing to use their lives to maintain the operation of the Guardian Formation!"

"Fifteen years", Nangong Zhen listened to the words of the person behind him, looking at the black clouds that were coming rapidly in the distance in the sky, those strange creatures, muttering.

"Fifteen years have passed since the destruction of Wucheng, and the rescue from the outside world has always been silent, and our number has increased from nearly 10,000 people fifteen years ago, to less than 1,000 ...... now," Nangong said bitterly.

"This is the first time their Bat Saint Clan has hunted, fight, even if you die!"

Can anyone guess the Wu Clan's plan in the Nine Netherworld back then, now it is obviously a failure of the plan, I guess everyone can guess some, there was foreshadowing before!~

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