The black mist became thicker and thicker, and the cold and bone-black and dead energy that constantly devoured life made Liu Ling go step by step. A ball of fire rippled out of her body, so that she could resist the erosion of the dead energy of the dead energy.

"No wonder this place is not crowded. The creatures with slightly lower cultivation levels in this place may be constantly eroded and will soon turn into a pile of bones. Only brother, you can be so leisurely and contented." Liu Ling looked at Ge Dongxu, his eyes showing a look of marvel and envy.

"If you don't have this ability, how could I have cultivated such a powerful sixty-two heavenly corpse without this skill?" Ge Dongxu said proudly.

"Brother's corpse refining technique is really amazing, which makes me amazed." Liu Ling exclaimed sincerely, with admiration on his face.

"Boom!"

As he spoke, the roar became louder and louder, and the powerful and ancient aura of death became stronger.

Even later, a group of dark beasts transformed by the yin and death aura rushed over.

However, these dark beasts were not very powerful. They were slapped by the big roc's wings and turned into black gas. They opened their mouths and sucked into their stomachs like water sucking in their stomachs, replenishing the corpse power consumed during the runway.

The black mist suddenly disappeared, but an extremely cold and biting coldness of death hit her face, causing Liu Ling, the descendant of the Vermilion Bird bloodline, to fight a cold war.

But then Liu Ling's eyes widened.

I saw a dark river rushing ahead, making a huge roar.

The coldness that made her feel cold and cold all over her body was blowing from the dark river in front of her.

The dark river rushes, and from time to time, ferocious beasts rush out of the river, even the dark dragons.

The dark dragon cast a violent and murderous look at Liu Ling, which suddenly made Liu Ling's mind with a tragic scene of his head piled up like mountains and corpses everywhere. A violent murderous intent rushes in his heart like a river, which almost made Liu Ling unable to help but rush into the dark river to fight with the dark dragon and the others.

Fortunately, Liu Ling finally merged with the fragments of the Taoist seeds of the ancestor Liu Yan. His heart was clear and firm, and in a blink of an eye, he suppressed the illusion and the violent murderous intent in his heart.

Ge Dongxu's heart is more clear and firm than Liu Ling, and he is well versed in the way of life and death. He is almost unaffected by the violent killing intentions emitted by the dark beast Minglong in the river, but he was deeply shocked by the dark and rushing river.

"Nine Ming Dead Water! The entire river of Jiu Ming Dead Water!" Ge Dongxu murmured to himself, his voice trembling a little.

There is a body of a natural death in his cave world. According to his master, if this true demon grows up, he has the chance to break through to the devil king. The immortal energy transformed by its chaotic power is enough to cultivate more than ten true immortals, and if it turns into dead energy, it is enough to cultivate more than ten Wus.

But even so, the dead energy that the body of the true demon constantly transforms can only form a belt of Nine Nether Dead Water mist, surround the body of the true demon halfway. Not to mention turning into a river of Nine Nether Dead Water, it is impossible for a stream to turn into a stream.

With the rapid improvement of the cultivation level of the sixty-two heavenly corpse in recent years, the death energy transformed by the body of the true demon is no longer available. Not only that, the higher the cultivation level of the heavenly corpse, the higher the requirements for the pure condensation level of the death energy. The pure condensation level of the death energy transformed by the body of the true demon is actually a bit disappointing.

Otherwise, because the little dragons and the others did not have a bottleneck in their cultivation before they arrived at Ba, their strength should be much stronger than they are now.

It is just because Ge Dongxu's "logistics" supply is insufficient, so the improvement of the strength of the little crocodile has slowed down a lot in the past two or three years.

But now there is a whole river of Nine Nether Water lying across Ge Dongxu. The rich and pure power of death can transform into a dark dragon. How can he not be deeply shocked?

"Plain! There must be a Plain here to die!" Soon Ge Dongxu came back from the shock, his eyes soared, his eyes sharply crossed the sky above the river, and landed on the other side of the river.

This is a majestic mountain that stretches for thousands of miles.

The mountain is pitch black and shines with cold light, as if it is cast into iron and tungsten.

The shape of the mountains is like a black dragon soaring into the sky.

A wisp of death mist evaporates from the mountains, forming dark clouds over the mountains.

The dark clouds drop black rain, gathering into thousands of mountain streams on the mountains, flowing into the river, forming a spectacular waterfall that flows down.

These majestic mountains are the source of the river!

Liu Ling's eyes also fell on the other side of the river. When she saw the thousands of miles of mountains clearly, she had a cold war. An indescribable sense of fear quietly rose in her heart. It seemed that the other side of the river was not a mountain, but a ferocious beast from ancient times that was extremely powerful and violent.

Although Ge Dongxu was not as exaggerated as Liu Ling, he also felt a chill coming out of his spine.

"The Dragon King of the Underworld! This is the remains of the Dragon King of the Underworld in ancient times!" With Ge Dongxu's firm heart, his voice couldn't help but tremble.

It is both because of excitement and fear and the power of the Nether Dragon King!

"Brother, it's really unimaginable. If this Nether Dragon King was alive, he would be so powerful!" Liu Ling finally calmed down the fear in his heart and exclaimed.

"The Dragon King of the Netherworld is the real strong man among the Hades, just like the Taoist Immortal Ancestor in your Zhuque Palace, the real strong man among the Taoist Immortals. How can their strength be imagined by our current realm?" Ge Dongxu sighed.

"Yes, if it weren't for the age and realm of the cultivators in the small thousand world of Juexian, just the fragments of the Taoist seeds left by their deaths would be enough to make all the true immortals in the Nine Heavens fight desperately, let alone the immortals in our fairy infant realm. You can imagine how powerful the Taoist immortal is!" Liu Ling sighed when he heard this.

"It seems that God is very kind to our brother and sister! We were chased all the way, but in the end we were lucky enough to break into the place where the fallen dragon king of the Netherworld was. This place is a place of death for the indigenous immortals in the small thousand world of the Essence Immortals. No one will reproduce here at all. For my heavenly corpse, it is a holy place for cultivation! I just don't know if there are any fragments of Taoist seeds left by the Nether Dragon King here. If there are fragments of Taoist seeds, it would be a super opportunity!" Ge Dongxu said happily.

As he said that, Ge Dongxu released all the corpses.

"This is Jiuming Dead Water!"

"This is the remains of the Dragon King of the Netherworld!"

The little dragon, the little crocodile and other corpses were deeply shocked on the spot, and then they were extremely excited and exclaimed.
Chapter completed!