After Ding Ling finished handling these matters.
Seeing that Xi Shi and Nie Xiaoqian's faces improved, they continued walking deeper into the underworld.
After passing Huangquan Road, you can see the Wangchuan River.
The river water was turbid and blood-yellow in color.
Among them, there are lonely ghosts floating around, insects and snakes everywhere, and a fishy wind blowing on your face, which looks quite scary.
When Ding Ling steps on the Naihe Bridge, all the ghosts in the river will reach out to him, looking at Ding Ling in despair, powerlessness, and longing, and wailing.
Ding Ling's heart froze when he saw it, he sighed, and was about to leave.
But suddenly he saw a familiar face.
His heart moved, and he took a closer look at this.
I was also surprised.
Ning Caichen was actually in the Wangchuan River.
Without thinking too much, he condensed a dragon of luck and pointed forward. The dragon of luck wrapped around Ning Caichen's body and pulled him up!
It was like pulling out a willow tree, but with a crashing sound, Ning Caichen's whole body was pulled out.
Wrapped up by the Dragon of Luck, he was sent to the Naihe Bridge.
His whole body was wet, his eyes were lifeless, his mouth was wide open, and he was wailing miserably.
Yan Chixia also came over at this time. Seeing this scene, she became pale:
"Has this nerd lost his soul?"
"He lost his life."
Zhiqiu looked closely at a leaf and said:
"And it is the most important spirit of Fu Ya! If you lose this spirit, you will lose your self-awareness and only know how to act instinctively, without any other independent actions."
"Ning Caichen."
When Nie Xiaoqian saw Ning Caichen's appearance, her originally gloomy and sluggish face seemed to regain some vitality. She ran over and hugged him:
"It's me, I'm Xiaoqian."
It's strange to say.
Nie Xiaoqian just hugged Ning Caichen.
His wailing stopped immediately, and he stared blankly at Nie Xiaoqian without saying a word, or he didn't know what to say after losing his soul.
But he still has three souls and six souls, and his feelings for Nie Xiaoqian are rooted in his soul. Perhaps this is the reason why he immediately improved as soon as Nie Xiaoqian appeared.
Nie Xiaoqian was heartbroken when she saw this situation. She hugged Ning Caichen tightly and looked at Ding Ling:
"Ding Da...Your Majesty. Is it true that Ning Caichen's lost soul cannot be recovered?"
She originally wanted to call her Ding Ling, Ding Daxia.
But perhaps he had heard Fu Yuechi, Yu Ji, Yan Chixia and others call him His Majesty Ding Ling too many times, so he followed the trend and changed his tune.
"Maybe there is a way."
Ding Ling suddenly thought of the 'spiritualism' practiced by the second-generation Black Mountain old demon.
"If Your Majesty can rescue Ning Caichen, I will do anything for Your Majesty, even if it costs me my life!"
Nie Xiaoqian said it decisively and resoundingly.
Everyone who listened was moved.
Ding Ling glanced at her, and without any nonsense, he directly grabbed a wisp of spiritual energy from Ning Caichen's body, and used this energy as a guide to perform the 'Spiritual Evocation'.
In an instant.
Ding Ling realized that this soul was deep in the underworld.
Immediately.
He continued to move forward.
He doesn't walk fast.
Nie Xiaoqian hugged Ning Caichen and tried her best to keep up.
All the way.
Bianhuahua, Wangxiangtai, Sanshengshi, Hell Palace...
All passed by under my nose one by one.
after a while.
Everyone walked to the entrance of the eighteen-story Hell Tower.
Guarding this place is a three-headed hellhound.
It is as huge as a mountain, with a fierce aura, and its three pairs of eyes look at people, like the eyes of a troll in the abyss, scanning the world faintly;
Ordinary people would fall into a place of eternal destruction just by taking a glance at it, being swallowed up by it involuntarily, or being led into the eighteen-story hell tower by it!
Such a vicious dog.
Seeing the arrival of Ding Ling and his entourage, he was very excited at first. He screamed and opened his mouth to swallow the head of Ding Ling.
unexpectedly.
Ding Ling pointed a finger, and a sword light flashed by!
One of the three-headed hellhound's heads was pierced.
While the three-headed dog from hell was wailing in disbelief, the sword light swirled in the void like a sword, puff!
In a flash of lightning, the two remaining heads were cut off one after another.
A generation of hell demons!
The supreme existence that dominates the eighteen-story Hell Tower.
Comparable to a demon god in the tribulation period!
Before it shines and heats up, it dies.
[Obtained B-level achievement medal: Deterring the three-headed dog of hell. 】
[Note: As a remnant of the battle of the ancient gods. The three-headed dog of hell has the blood of an alien god! Its parents are real three-headed hellhounds from outside the territory!
It is their descendant, and it is also born powerful. Due to the limitations of the world, it can only reach the stage of transcending tribulation.
But even so.
It can also dominate the underworld and no one can stop it. But your arrival shattered its murderous intention in an instant! It will be confused until death! 】
Another relic from outside the territory.
Ding Ling also wondered why there were three-headed hell dogs in the Eastern world.
But there is Pandora’s box.
There will be a three-headed hellhound.
No wonder.
Ding Ling activated the field, covering the body of the three-headed hell dog, and began to peel off its mottled memory.
soon.
[Full level of spiritual magic]
[Full level of blood refining]
There are only two kinds.
As long as you continue to purify your own bloodline, the three-headed hell dog will continue to grow stronger until it becomes a tyrannical divine dog like the First Lord!
Spiritual mysticism is about constantly refining one’s own soul, making it match the body, incomparable inside and out, without any shortcomings.
"A very good technique."
Ding Ling immediately activated two techniques.
He found that the blood refining technique was almost useless to him, because Ding Ling's blood was already extremely pure, and there was no one more powerful than him in his ancestors. Therefore, if this blood refining technique was left to him His descendants may still be useful, but in his case, they are useless.
The spiritual mysticism is not bad, it can continuously refine one's own spirit, making the soul become more and more powerful.
Whoops!
Ding Ling circulated the true martial arts knowledge and absorbed the essence and demon power of the three-headed hell dog.
Condensed into a demon pill.
This demon pill is good for training his mount.
Ding Ling put it away casually.
Stepping over the body of the three-headed hell dog, he entered the eighteen-story hell tower.
Yan Chixia, Zhiqiu Yiye, Nie Xiaoqian and others followed Ding Ling step by step.
The first level is tongue pulling hell.
Just set foot here.
Ding Ling then saw some little monsters pulling out the head of a person with a strange smile.
Just by looking at the faces of the people who were excommunicated, you can tell that they must be upright, righteous, and unyielding heroes and outstanding people.
Just because from beginning to end.
None of them screamed or howled.
On the contrary, each of their eyes became more brilliant and sharp during the fighting.
It's as if this kind of fighting is tempering and tempering their souls.
As a result, they are constantly getting stronger and sublimating.
"These must be the sages of our human race!"
Zhiqiu Yiye was furious and asked Ding Ling for instructions to eliminate the demon.
Ding Lingyun said.
Zhiqiu Yiye immediately rushed over impatiently.
He drew his sword and shouted, 'Death, evildoer! '
(End of chapter)
