Volume 1: If Life Is Just Like the First Meeting Volume 3: Famous in the Eastern Wasteland Chapter 459: Burial Ground

Volume Three: Famous in the Eastern Wasteland Chapter 459: Burial Ground

"The best choice right now is to find a quiet place, meditate, and then take out the poisonous bee nectar to improve your cultivation, or open the red stone!

It's just whether there is nectar in the poisonous bee's body... Although I judge that there should be nectar, there is also the possibility that there is no nectar. If there is, once it is eaten, it will definitely need to be in seclusion for a period of time.

It would be fine if I was alone, but now with Lan Lan and A Hu..." Su Ming stood on the red dragon. As the dragon moved forward rapidly, he looked back at the man whose face was full of nervousness and excitement. young men and women.

"That's all, I've learned a little about the process of starting the Soul Capture. It's not too dangerous, it's just a bit time-consuming..." Su Ming made a decision in his heart, flipped his right hand in the air, and two imprints immediately appeared in his hand. The two maps were from the wooden slips, one from Nangong Hen and the other from Mobai, the master of the witch temple and the underground palace.

Comparing them with each other, the latter one is much more comprehensive, and even if it is millions of miles away, it still has a rough and simple outline.

Directly east of the million-dollar area of ​​Witch City indicated on the map, close to the edge, there is an area of ​​about tens of thousands of miles, with a huge animal bone painted on it. This bone looks like a snake. Although the skeleton is only a simple outline on the picture , but it also looks a bit shocking.

"Where Zhu Jiuyin's bones are buried..." Su Ming's eyes flashed, he put away the two maps, sat cross-legged on top of Chilong's head, closed his eyes, and began to breathe.

The experience of starting the soul-catching witch is actually very simple. People with soul-catching physique only need to get close to the burial place to feel the undissipated will of Zhu Jiuyin.

The more you feel this will, the more helpful it will be for your future cultivation. This is like the barbarian's art of enlightenment. It's just that the barbarian tribe's practice system has been passed down for a long time and has reached perfection, so the tribe's barbarian can open it for them. As for the witch tribe, especially the three categories of soul capture, mediumship, and preconception, because the inheritance is in this nine-yin world. , so it cannot be opened for you, you can only come here in person and experience it for yourself.

The red dragon galloped through the sky, roaring all the way without any pause. It is itself a life transformed by the earth's energy. It can be said that it is between illusion and reality. Its perception is extremely sensitive. It is aware of all crises and makes it move forward here. There were three times during this period that without Su Ming's reminder, he changed his direction, either bypassed or avoided.

Outside the bodies of Lan Lan and A Hu, there was a soft light curtain. This light curtain prevented them from feeling the strong wind. From time to time, they looked down on the back of the red dragon. As time passed, The excitement on their faces gradually diminished a lot, and on the contrary, the tension became more and more intense.

They know that what they have to face next is the key thing to come here this time, to obtain the approval of Zhu Jiuyin's will and to obtain the activation of the soul-destroying witch!

Before they came, their witch master mentioned to them that in the history of the witch clan, not all people with soul-capturing physiques could be recognized by Zhu Jiuyin's will.

A few of them, for unknown reasons, were not recognized by Zhu Jiuyin and could not start the practice of soul-stirring. In the end, they could only change to other practices, or they could do nothing in their lives.

Although there are not many such people, they do exist, which makes Lan Lan and A Hu feel more and more nervous as they get closer and closer to Zhu Jiuyin's burial place.

A few days later, when most of the Witch Clan were still participating in gambling in Witch City, in the sky due east of Witch City, near the edge of the million range, a red streak flashed from the clouds and turned into a line of numbers. A thousand-foot-long red dragon hovers in the sky.

Su Ming, who was sitting cross-legged on the red dragon, opened his eyes at this moment. His eyes were like lightning, and he looked at the earth below with a keen eye.

The land is shrouded in mist, surrounded by a ring of mountains, surrounding this area. The mist in the mountains is not static, but slowly rolling, rising and sinking, seemingly endless... In the sky, this area It was obviously much darker inside than outside, and the thick clouds gave people a heavy feeling.

Not long after Su Ming looked outside the area, a cold wind blew, and the fog rolling around the earth rolled violently. The moment the wind hit his face, Su Ming shrank his eyes. He saw the clouds in the sky in this area. At this moment, as the cold wind blows, drops of rain fall.

The rain was not heavy, but it turned into ice water as it fell, making the cold here even more oppressive.

This is a mysterious area tens of thousands of miles away. Now except for the sound of rain and mist, there is no other sound. It is in a kind of relative silence.

But in this silence, suddenly, a vague voice floated out from the fog where Su Ming was staring.

"Yan... is my father..."

This voice was old and distant, like a murmur or a whisper. It echoed, causing the mist to slightly spread outward. The moment he heard the voice, Su Ming felt the strange snake on his body. The Hanshan bell actually started to tremble. Su Ming's expression changed, and he looked sharply at the thick fog where the sound came from.

Not a single figure can be seen in the fog. When the fog falls with rain, every drop of rain will dissipate some of the fog. But when it dissipates, fog will breed again from other places, making the fog on this earth always exist. .

After a long time, Su Ming withdrew his gaze and looked at Lan Lan and A Hu. The two people turned a deaf ear to the voice. They obviously didn't hear it. Even the red dragon under him just kept wandering around. , his eyes were fixed on the fog in this area, but there was no other reaction at all. Only Su Ming could hear this sound.

Su Ming's eyes flashed, and after looking at it for a while, when his consciousness spread to this area, it disappeared like a stone cow into the sea. Su Ming pondered for a moment, and walked out of the red dragon. After he walked out, , the red dragon immediately turned into a red mark and was branded on Su Ming's arm.

As for Lan Lan and A Hu, with a flick of Su Ming's sleeves, they turned into a rainbow and headed straight for the earth. Su Ming did not choose to fly in mid-air. In this place, he behaved very cautiously.

After the three of them landed, Lan Lan and A Hu both looked a little pale and showed fear. They followed Su Ming closely. The three of them walked forward in silence, without talking to each other in the silence around them. .

Stepping on the rocks of the mountain range, I was faced with gusts of cold wind mixed with a bit of icy rain, which fell on my body and made me feel wet, and the cold air seemed to penetrate into my bones.

But the strange thing is that the ground here is filled with heat. When you step on it, the heat of the earth pours into your body through the soles of your shoes and along the soles of your feet.

As a result, there was a collision between fire and cold in everyone's body. Lan Lan and A Hu turned pale, their bodies trembling as they followed Su Ming. Not long after, they arrived at the top of a mountain range and stood there. There, the cold wind is stronger.

Below them is the place filled with mist, which is the burial place of Zhu Jiuyin that spans tens of thousands of miles!

"Are you ready?" Su Ming stood on the mountain range, standing outside the edge of the rolling fog here. He did not look back, looked at the rolling fog, slowly spoke, and said the first sentence after arriving here. Discourse.

"Get ready...alright, senior!" Ahu gritted his teeth. Although his body was shaking, his expression was firm.

"I'm ready too..." Lan Lan bit her lip and nodded.

Su Ming did not speak again, but took a step forward. He suddenly walked into the mist. Lan Lan and A Hu quickly followed behind. At first, the backs of the three people could be seen in the mist, but Slowly, as they walked forward, the mist rolled up violently, submerging the three of them like a big mouth.

The moment he stepped into the mist, Su Ming paused for a moment.

The sound of vicissitudes of life in the mist came to his ears again. The voice was just like before, like a murmur, like a whisper, reverberating in all directions, making the mist rise and fall like waves on the sea surface.

"Han...as a mother..."

The moment Su Ming heard these words, the strange snake in the Hanshan Bell suddenly raised its head while trembling, and let out a hissing sound. This hissing sound revealed a whimper and desolation, as if it felt something. .

That kind of sound is like the helpless and sad cry of a baby abandoned by its mother when the night comes and sees no familiar figure around it...

It's just that the sound echoed in the Hanshan Bell and did not spread out.

Su Ming was shocked. He had guessed about this strange snake a long time ago. It was not until he met Zongze, the Soul-Destroying Sorcerer in the Haiqiu tribe, that Zongze felt its aura and lost his voice to Zhu Jiuyin. Su Ming Still hesitated.

But at this moment, when he saw the trembling body of this strange snake and its miserable roar, his hesitation dissipated. He was now very sure that even if this strange snake was not Zhuojiuyin, it must be the same as Zhuojiuyin. There is a direct correlation!

Lan Lan and A Hu behind him still heard nothing. In the mist, they could only see Su Ming's back in front of them. As for the surroundings, the mist was hazy and they could not see anything clearly.

Because of this, the fear and tension in their hearts became more and more profound as they continued to go deeper into the fog.

"This is Yin and Yang... Heaven is the father, earth is the mother... This is Yin and Yang..." As Su Ming and the others continued to move forward, the voice that only Su Ming could hear suddenly echoed again.

This time, the neighing and desolation inside the Hanshan bell was even deeper.

After Su Ming and the other two figures disappeared into the mist, about half an hour later, on this mountain range, outside the mist, the nothingness was distorted, and a man in black robe walked out. His eyes showed hesitation, but soon as his eyes flashed, his body also stepped into the mist and disappeared.

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The monthly ticket is only 30... It's so little. I hammered my chest, but it couldn't move. I scratched my hair...

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