Han Ming was just a little expectant. After all, time has passed so long. Even if there is something below, it has been damaged by the erosion of the Nether Spirit. According to the words left by Fengyuan Liu, when he discovered that the inheritance ring was called the Nether Sea Pool, this happened at least thousands of years ago!

Feeling the concentration of the Nether Demon Aura around him getting higher and higher, Han Ming became more and more excited. According to the concentration of the Nether Demon Aura, half a month was enough for him to collect enough amounts to assist in the advancement of the Dan-Cultivation Stage!

The deeper the dive, the more surprised Han Ming was. The water surface of the Minghai Pond was 40 or 50 miles wide, but as it became deeper, the space below became smaller and smaller. The general structure of the Minghai Pond was like a funnel.

Han Ming didn't know how deep he had dived. Anyway, it was at least nearly ten thousand feet long, and there was no longer any text left by the monks. Even in the Nascent Soul Stage, it was not possible. The concentration of the Nether Spirit Qi here has exceeded the limit that the Nascent Soul Stage can bear.

The space around was getting smaller and smaller, and now it was only five or six miles wide. Under the observation of the Qingblind Sky Eye, Han Ming completely monitored everything around him.

He sneaked down thousands of feet again, and the surrounding space was only two or three miles wide. Han Ming discovered some abnormal situations. The dark stone walls around him were full of unevenness, deep and shallow, long and wide.

Han Ming did not rush to continue facing down, but approached the stone wall next to him and looked at it carefully. After a while, he found that this seemed to be some traces of fighting, and the dents were very similar to the sword marks.

After carefully looking at it for half a quarter of an hour, Han Ming determined that these were traces left by the fighting method, and tested the hardness of the surrounding stone walls. He was full of surprise. The damage caused by these aftermaths of the fighting method was too amazing. A sword mark alone was hundreds of feet, and the depth was dozens of feet. Han Ming was sure that it was impossible for a cultivator in the Nascent Soul stage to have such destructive power!

Han Ming stared at the bottom of the black hole, and hesitated slightly in his heart, and continued to dive downwards. The traces of the fighting were too long, probably at least tens of thousands of years ago. Han Ming didn't think there would be any living creatures below. Even on the Nascent Soul, the powerful person who only exists in the legend, had only two or three thousand years of life. Unless it was a monster, a corpse evil, a ghost, or a ghost, it would never be possible to live for so long!

He sneaked downwards for thousands of feet again, and the space around him became smaller and smaller, only five or six hundred feet long. Han Ming had a premonition that he was afraid he was going to the lowest end.

With one hand, he held the Qinghong Sword in his hand, and wrapped the Qinghong Sword with the breath of the Ming Bone body. Han Ming slowed down and carefully headed down.

Half a quarter of an hour later, Han Ming dived to the bottom. It was only a hundred feet wide, empty, without a trace of light, and black gravel was everywhere. If Han Ming had not had the blue blind sky eyes, he would probably not be able to see anything.

Han Ming closed his eyes, felt the aura around him, and immediately smiled: "What a rich aura of the demon. I am afraid that enough demonic energy can be collected here in just half a day. Moreover, the demonic energy here seems to be very different from the ordinary demonic energy, and it seems to be higher level. Could it be the legendary true demonic energy? But isn't that only existed in the ancient demon world?"

"Forget it, what do you think about doing so much? The purer the magic energy, the better, and the higher the level, the better. Now I'd better patrol the surroundings first. If you make sure there is nothing else, hurry up and collect the magic energy. Now there is nothing important to form a pill!" Han Ming said to himself, then raised his foot and walked forward, with green light flashing in his eyes.

There was not much space here, so Han Ming quickly wandered to the middle and immediately found a ten-foot-foot-foot-foot-foot-foot-foot-foot-foot-foot-foot-foot-sitting on it. A Taoist priest carrying a long sword was sitting upright, holding a small round ball in his hand.

Han Ming was shocked. Ten thousand feet below the water, the energy of the Nether Spirit had reached an extremely terrifying level. No one such person with great relationship with the Nether Spirit's energy could come down. But there was a human sitting cross-legged among them. It was hard to imagine how high his cultivation was.

Han Ming subconsciously felt like he turned around and ran away, but in the flash, he forcibly curbed the idea of ​​escaping. How could he run away in the face of such an existence? It would be better to stay obediently and not to make the other party disgusted!

The Taoist priest did not move, and seemed to have no sense of Han Ming's arrival at all.

Han Ming felt something was wrong, so he used the perspective technique of the Qingblind Heavenly Skill to look at the person above, looked left and right, and then breathed a sigh of relief. The Taoist priest above was just a sign of death, and he had already left a hollow shell.

Han Ming slowly stepped forward with his courage and looked at it carefully, and felt even more relaxed. He could be sure that the Taoist priest had completely died, and his flesh shell had been completely eroded by the spirit of the underworld. It was just a ruined skin!

Han Ming gently tapped the Taoist priest's body, and with a "boom", the Taoist priest turned into smoke and dust, and was dispersed by the undercurrent brought by Han Ming's hand. Even the long sword behind him and the Taoist robe on his body did not remain.

"What is this? It's not eroded by the energy of the Nether Spirit!" Han Ming looked at a round bead that fell from the ashes, and his face looked surprised.

With a wave of his hand, Han Ming sensed it carefully, but when his mental power penetrated it, his expression instantly frozen, and there was no figure in his eyes. It seemed that in an instant, his soul was pulled away from his body!

Han Ming's consciousness appeared in a gray space. In front of him, a Taoist priest sat cross-legged. Judging from his appearance, he was the one who turned into ashes before.

Han Ming looked around and immediately felt shocked on his face. Before he knew it, his consciousness was pulled to such a strange place by the strange beads, and there was an unfathomable Taoist priest sitting opposite him.

Han Ming stared at the Taoist priest in front of him with a frown, and said a few words to avenge him, but he did not get an answer. The Taoist priest was still sitting cross-legged, motionless, just talking in his mouth.

Han Ming and the Taoist priest confronted each other for a quarter of an hour before gradually realizing that the Taoist priest is not a living creature or a conscious spirit body, but just an existence similar to obsession, which can be understood as a mechanical puppet.

"The Ten Thousand Spirit Continent has been 53,000 years, and my five elements have been united, and the past and present are broken. The reverse rise is imminent. The dark bones are coming from the sky, and the energy of the Nether Spirits is raging. The Ten Thousand Spirit Plateau collapses, and all living things are gone. Nine out of ten living things on the continent, and the cultivation world is defeated in one day! The Ten Thousand Spirit Continent has been 53,200 years, and the secret realm of Tianlu entered the Ten Thousand Spirit Plateau, and the two immortals came to the world, expelling insects and fighting each other, and the creatures were greatly injured. The remaining creatures on the continent have been 70%. Fortunately, both immortals have been damaged and disappeared! The Ten Thousand Spirit Continent has been 53,400 years, and the channel for the Two Immortals has collapsed, and the ancient trolls have arrived in the world, and blood sacrifices to the creatures. Our human race has survived only ten thousand!"

"I can't bear to have all the tribes. I cut off the Ascension Platform and led the seven and eight sons to gather the power of the surrounding stars in Tongling Mountain. The broken spiritual power trapped the Demon Lord for three months. However, the Demon Head was extremely talented and was superior to the first level. Although I was trapped by it, I could not cut off its head. Qinghuang made a plan to trap the Demon Head in the Tianluo Ming Bone Pond, causing the Ming Youji Bone Bones to be refined. I saw the tragic scene of the continent over a hundred and twenty years, so I agreed and used the thirty-six natal swords to set up the formation of Ten Thousand Decisions, and moved the Demon Head to the Pond of the Ming Bone Pond."

"There are more than ten ancient demons outside the pond. We are trapped in the pool of the underworld bones, and we are isolated from the inside and outside. The news cannot be communicated, and the human race will survive or not! After the Tianchi Lake for 1,300 years, the seven and eight sons will die, but I am the only one. After the Tianchi Lake for 3,600 years, the vitality will gradually fade and cannot be refined. My life will be over, and the demon head will also die. However, I am afraid that the demon head will fall, and use my body as a sacrifice to form a formation of ten thousand decisions. I have no regrets in my life, and I will not owe others to others, but I have three great regrets in my life. One cannot see the vastness of the upper realm, the second robe and mantle cannot be passed down by others, and the third robe and mantle will not be passed down by others. The upper realm will never see it in this life. The robe and mantle will be sent to the inheritance bracelet. If you have a chance, you will get it. Only the third regret will never be solved."

After talking about this, the Taoist began to talk about it over and over again, as if he never knew about fatigue.

This Taoist spoke an extremely ancient language, which was quite similar to an ancient saying taught by Han Ming. Therefore, Han Ming could understand most of the Taoist's words.

After listening to the Taoist saying this man for a while, Han Ming was completely alone, talking for a while, and even forgot about his habitual self-talk. His face was full of shock, disbelief, admiration, regret, and pity.

Han Ming really didn't expect that there were such selfless people in the world who really gave up the opportunity to ascense for sentient beings and trapped in the Tianchi underground for thousands of years until their death.

"The human race still exists, and now it has grown and the world of immortal cultivation is flourishing again!" Han Ming said to the Taoist in that ancient language, with a hint of respect in his tone.

Hearing Han Ming's words, the Taoist raised his head, looked up and down, nodded happily, and the "sweet" sound disappeared, making Han Ming not react for a while.

Han Ming fainted slightly in his mind, and his consciousness returned to his body. He was still at the bottom of the Demon Pool.

Seeing the round beads in his hand gradually dissipated, Han Ming felt less regretful. On the contrary, he felt very calm, just sighing slightly, as if he was moved by the Taoist priest's actions.

"The Wanling Continent is probably the Nether Bone Continent. I have done so much, but there is no record of you in the current classical historical facts. No one knows that you have been here for thousands of years, and I don't know whether what you did is right or wrong, or whether it is worth it or not!" Han Ming slowed down for a long time before he recovered and murmured.

After rubbing his head, Han Ming returned to the main business and began to carefully consider the information mentioned by the people. Han Ming always felt that the dark bones that fell on the sky were related to the black little boy he had met. As for the two immortals who came to him, Han Ming thought of the Beast Insect Valley, but turned his head and laughed at himself. The Beast Insect Valley was a true immortal and cut it out with one sword was just a ridiculous legend, and it was impossible to be true. The remaining dozen ancient trolls, Han Ming thought of the mixed battlefield, and the legend was the place where human-demon wars were fought.

"By the way, according to the Taoist words, there should be a troll below. At least tens of thousands of years have passed, and this demon head should be dead!" Han Ming murmured, turning his blue blind eyes to look at the altar under his feet. You have to find the latest chapters by yourself when reading a book? You are out, follow the beauty editor on WeChat to help you find a book! You really want to read books and flirt with girls!
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