Yanliang didn't even have time to take a closer look, but he felt that his feet had already stepped on the solid ground. The cold breath and the death aura permeating the air made him understand that he was in the underworld.
The surroundings were constantly flashing with light guided by the space array, and a wisp of void fluctuations had not dissipated. The sudden landing made his head feel slightly dizzy.
The shuttle time this time was much shorter than expected, and just as I was wondering, Old Hun's voice sounded in my mind.
"I landed on the ground just one breath after passing through the wall. I think this space is not big. They should have prepared it..."
But before he could finish his sentence, Mr. Hun hurriedly changed his words and said: "Be careful, there are people around, you have to adapt to the situation later!"
Yan Liang was startled and held back his discomfort. Before he could look around, the spiritual treasure shuttle arrows appeared in a flash, and they circled around him with excitement. He walked around in a circle, which showed that he had successfully survived the catastrophe.
He kept the Lingbao Shuttle Arrow close to his body and hurriedly scanned the surroundings. Not far away, two old women collapsed on the gray cocoon ground with wounds all over their bodies, but their hands were still tightly connected, protecting the gray cocoon in their arms. Obviously They regard Gray Cocoon as more important than their own lives.
His heart moved, and he hurriedly took a step towards Gray Cocoon, but before he got close, a force pushed him away. Helplessly, he could only stand upright on the spot, and his mind began to think rapidly.
As the shining light of the formation gradually dimmed, he hurriedly looked outside the formation, but before he could see the scenery outside the formation clearly, there were cheers.
"Great, the ancestors must be back."
"I have finally waited for this day, and now I can rest in peace even if I have to go to reincarnation."
"This time I just hope that your reincarnation will be safe."
These were all women's voices. Yanliang could tell by hearing that there were two or three old women, one middle-aged woman, and one young woman, but there was no male voice.
As the formation came to a complete stop, the figures of the five women appeared in Yanliang's sight. Before they could see clearly what was going on in the formation, they all knelt down in a hurry. It was obvious that Yue'er's previous life held a high position in their hearts. Extremely high.
"Congratulations to our ancestor for his return!"
"Congratulations on the return of the master!"
"Congratulations on your return, sir!"
They looked at the center of the formation with expectant eyes. When they saw that there was only one person standing in the formation, they were obviously stunned.
Especially the two old women kneeling in the front row had cold eyes.
Both of them are from the underworld, both wearing wizard robes, exuding a cold aura, with a hint of death aura in their aura, but their strength is unfathomable, and their appearance has some similarities with Yue'er.
They are the supreme elder and great elder of the Feng clan. They are also the two people with the highest cultivation among the Feng clan. They have the peak and perfect cultivation of the ninth level of the Ling Emperor respectively.
The former's name is Feng Qing, and the latter's name is Feng Xin. Both of them are approaching their final years, but they are still guarding here hard, just to uphold the expectations of their clansmen for generations.
The one in the middle is also a middle-aged woman. She has double horns on her head and deep-set eye sockets. Her eyes are red, her skin is dark yellow, and there is a small patch of faint light in the middle of her forehead. It bulges, as if something is about to break out of the cocoon.
She looked like an orc, but wisps of red flames would appear from time to time on her body, which was so painful that the corners of her mouth would twitch from time to time.
She was brought back by Yue'er during an outing in her previous life. Because she didn't know her name, everyone called her Wuming. She was the eighth level of the Spirit Emperor.
The people in the last row kneeling down were two human beings. One was a young woman about twenty-seven or eighty years old, with the third level of spiritual king cultivation.
She has a curvy figure and a pretty face, especially under her crescent-shaped eyebrows and a pair of big, talkative eyes.
The other man had gray hair and some crow's feet at the corners of his eyes. Although his age was unclear from his appearance, he seemed to have suffered from the vicissitudes of life.
Even so, she couldn't hide her compelling heroic spirit. She looked very similar to the young woman, and she was also at the peak of the Spirit Emperor's cultivation.
The old woman Feng Qing narrowed her eyes slightly and looked Yan Liang up and down. Sensing that he had no cultivation at all and only had a pretty good body, her eyes couldn't help but become cold.
Staring straight at him, he asked: "Who are you? Why do you appear in this formation?"
While they were looking at Yanliang, Yanliang's eyes also swept across them one by one. When he saw the young woman in the last row, his pupils shrank suddenly, and a portrait instantly appeared in his mind.
Looking at each other for a moment, the two human women saw something in Yanliang's eyes, but they both looked away from each other silently.
Yan Liang turned his head and glanced at Hui Yu, and with his peripheral vision he glanced at the two unconscious old women, and said lightly: "I grew up with her, and I ended up here because of some strange combination of circumstances. What are you doing?" Who is he?"
While they were talking, another old woman, Feng Xin, hurriedly rushed into the formation. She first glanced at Gray Cocoon, and then began to forcefully separate the palms of the two old women who were lying on Gray Cocoon.
"You don't need to know who we are."
The old woman Feng Qing glared at Yan Liang coldly, then turned to look at Feng Xin and asked: "Mei Xin, please check their injuries carefully to see if they can be saved?"
Feng Xin nodded and used his spiritual power to lift the two of them into the air. He stepped forward to carefully examine their injuries and smelled the wounds. The breath left behind, his face became extremely solemn.
"Both of them were injured by lightning strikes. The blood in their bodies has been evaporated, and their meridians have completely withered. The wounds still have the aura of law. They must have encountered a natural disaster."
At this point, she paused slightly, shook her head sadly, and said, "Although there is still some breath, I'm afraid..."
"Why!"
Everyone sighed slightly when they heard that they were injured by the calamity. Although they didn't say the words, they already understood it, and they were heartbroken with grief.
The Nether Clan are naturally yin, and thunder and lightning are the strongest and most yang things, so it is easier to restrain them. The Heavenly Tribulation is a very powerful existence in thunder and lightning, and its power makes people scared just thinking about it.
The muscles on the face of the old woman Feng Qing couldn't help but twitch. Her deep eyes stared at Yan Liang closely, as if she wanted to see something from his eyes.
It wasn't until a long while later that he looked aloof and asked: "Why did the heavenly tribulation occur in the place where the ancestor awakened, and why were you able to escape from the heavenly tribulation?"
Such a tone made Yan Liang very dissatisfied, but he had just arrived here and was not familiar with the environment here. Moreover, he could not take Yue'er away at the moment, so he could only figure it out slowly, otherwise there would be no need to pay attention to them at all.
Thinking about this, his eyes began to turn red. He looked at the old woman Feng Qing and said in a deep voice: "At that time, the realm formation was about to be activated, but the aura of heaven suddenly appeared in the air. Before we could react, thunder had already fallen that day. ”
