Po Meng's expression was a little cold, she looked into the void and said calmly: "If he really dies in the wasteland, we will be the sinners of the underworld!"
"I know you are usually naughty, but sometimes, enough is enough."
"If this happens again, even your master won't be able to protect you."
"Now, give me that person's position..."
A wisp of Yin Qi suddenly appeared in the void, gently circling around Po Meng, seeming a little aggrieved, and finally transformed into a line of text in front of Po Meng's eyes.
"It turned out to be just a little cub."
Po Meng sneered: "Grandson, take care of your home. I'll be back soon."
After saying that, a finger door appeared in front of her. Po Meng grabbed the crutch in the corner and entered it.
Mao Yongan seemed to be very proficient in this, and was not surprised at all. He was still sitting on the threshold in a daze, or condensing his mental power.
As for why I sit on the threshold...
Except for Mrs. Meng's rocking chair, there was no place to sit in the house.
There was a wooden table, but Granny Meng once gently taught him that good children should not sit on the table.
And it left a deep memory on him.
…
As soon as I entered the door, I felt an extremely cold atmosphere.
Different from the normal cold, this cold wind seemed to blow through the skin and blend directly into the bones. It only took three seconds to make Wang Ye's body a little stiff.
Wang Ye silently felt that the energy in his body was completely unable to be mobilized.
Even the mental power has been imprisoned.
The bag cannot be opened at all.
Fortunately, just to be on the safe side, I took out all the necessary items in advance, otherwise it would have been a big joke.
Damn Zhang Ziliang!
If the Ghost Sword is taken back by oneself, the confidence will definitely be greater now!
Wang Ye cursed again, looked at his palm, and breathed a sigh of relief.
Fortunately, a word trick I had stored in advance can still be used.
However, he did not write down the word town, but a fantasy!
He had entered the Bronze Gate once before when he was in Lin'an City, and he still had a general understanding of the environment inside the gate.
The most difficult thing for him at that time was not the ghost, but the temperature around him.
It is difficult to survive in this kind of Yin Qi.
When only one word can be engraved, only the magic word can be used for a long time and is the most cost-effective.
Sure enough, I felt that my body was getting stiffer. If I stayed at this level, I would become a corpse in ten minutes at most.
Wang Ye did not hesitate to put the Huan Zi Jue in his palm against his chest.
soon...
His body gradually became a little unreal, and the tragic environment around him suddenly became much better.
He breathed a long sigh of relief and moved his somewhat frozen body. Wang Ye observed his surroundings vigilantly.
An endless plain.
It was exactly the same as what I saw on the three pages.
It just looked a lot more sinister than it did then.
Is this the main appearance of the underworld?
It's really scary. Generally, people who don't have the ability to save their lives will probably die after coming in for a while.
The surrounding Yin Qi is filled with a cruel aura, rolling in the air. If it hadn't been for the door that automatically sealed his strength when he entered, he might have fallen into a dangerous situation even if he took in even a tiny bit.
I just don’t know if the Yin Qi here can be absorbed by three pages.
But I'm afraid Po Meng and the others would not agree. Wang Ye guessed that the reason why they keep running around in the underworld is to restore the underworld.
in this case...
This foundation is their lifeblood, and it moved by itself...
I can't imagine the consequences of doing this.
The only thing that reassured Wang Ye was that the number of ghosts here was far less than in the wasteland. At least he couldn't find one wherever he looked.
It's just that the grass on the ground has been dyed red with blood.
The soil was very soft and filled with the smell of blood.
You can often see a corpse that has been extensively decomposed on the ground. It is difficult to imagine how tragic a war happened here.
Wang Ye held the bone chopping knife tightly in his right hand and moved forward cautiously.
This grassland is so big that you can't see the edge at a glance, and it seems endless.
Fortunately, Po Meng gave herself a coordinate. Three hundred miles ahead, with an accurate destination, the road ahead was at least full of hope.
Suddenly, a wisp of wind blew by.
Then, in the distance, there was an old man covered in corpse spots, his eyes glowing red, looking very ferocious, and he was wandering aimlessly.
Seeing that the old man was about to turn around, Wang Ye decisively lay down in the grass, avoiding the old man's gaze, and observed vigilantly. It was not until the old man slowly turned around and left that Wang Ye slowly breathed a sigh of relief.
But suddenly, Wang Ye felt a little wet on his neck.
His body stiffened, and he subconsciously rolled away. Next to him, a female corpse with only the upper body left was lying next to him with her head tilted, and her blood-red eyes looked at him greedily.
In other words, he felt the surging blood in his body!
The female corpse licked her tongue gently and squirmed quickly towards Wang Ye's position.
One arm was still stained with light blood. It was obviously this hand that had touched Wang Ye's neck just now.
Ghost soldiers!
Although her mental power had been banned, Wang Ye judged the approximate strength of this female ghost in an instant after seeing her forward posture and the aura emanating from her body!
Fortunately, he was not a ghost general, otherwise he might have needed a fierce fight just after entering the door.
After all, there is a world of difference in strength between ghost generals and ghost soldiers.
Seeing that the female ghost was getting closer and closer to him, Wang Ye did not panic, but directly pulled out a gold dagger from his calf, inserted it directly into the palm of the female ghost, and nailed her to the soil. .
But the female ghost seemed to be unconscious and was still crawling forward.
The pierced palm was torn apart by the golden dagger, half of the palm stayed in place, and she came to Wang Ye.
Wang Ye, who had been prepared for a long time, immediately took off the hemp rope from his waist and put it around the female ghost's neck.
The female ghost's movements gradually became sluggish, and finally stopped.
Apparently...
An obsolete item like hemp rope is still enough to deal with a ghost soldier.
If your chains are still there, why bother?
Damn Zhang Ziliang!
The old bastard took his weapon and ran away.
Wang Ye once again expressed condolences to Zhang Ziliang in his heart, and then quickly removed the soul lamp from the end of the hemp rope. He tried hard to lift the other hand of the female ghost that was well preserved, took out one of her fingers, and inserted it into the soul lamp.
The flame in the soul lamp burned instantly on the female ghost's fingertips, and she obviously felt the ghost's breath.
Then, without Wang Ye's control, he transformed into a flame, wrapped around the female ghost's body and pulled her into it.
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