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No, not disappearing.

Ye Hong quickly realized that it was just that their spiritual senses couldn't sense each other's existence.

He glanced at Rong Jin, who shook his head slightly.

Ye Hong frowned. Since even Rong Jin couldn't sense their existence, how could those Nascent Soul cultivators know their exact location?

Although it is unbelievable, judging from the performance of those Nascent Soul cultivators, they must have some special method.

Thinking of this, Ye Hong's heart sank.

The surroundings were quiet, and there was a vague killing intent floating in the air.

Ye Hong whispered, "Wen Ning, can you protect yourself?"

Li Wenning nodded, "I have a solution, you don't need to worry about me."

As he spoke, he looked around and pondered in his heart: Maybe there will be a chance to save the hero later?

With no further worries, Ye Hong turned his body and stood opposite Rong Jin, while letting out all his spiritual knowledge.

The spiritual consciousness struggled to reach a distance of two or three feet away from him, and then couldn't move forward, as if something was suppressing the spiritual consciousness.

Ye Hong was thinking about trying harder, when he suddenly heard Rong Jin's urgent voice: "No, Senior Brother, quickly take back your spiritual knowledge!"

Ye Hong was stunned for a moment, and subconsciously went back to take it back. At this moment, a bell sounded from afar, especially clear and clear in the current quiet environment.

He felt bad in his heart, but he was a step too late, the ringtone hit his ears, and a sense of dizziness came over him, which made him feel sick.

Ye Hong couldn't hold the sword.

He wanted to look back at Rong Jin's situation, but his eyes were blurred, and his feet were not stable.

It turned out to be a magic weapon to attack spiritual consciousness.

Ye Hong was vaguely thinking that those people first deliberately stayed away from them, luring them to use their spiritual senses to investigate, and then used the ringtone to attack their spiritual senses.

There are very few magic weapons to attack spiritual consciousness, but because spiritual consciousness is fragile, once it is attacked, it is almost impossible to defend, and it will cause great harm to monks.

Ye Hong shook his head, staggered, and was supported by Rong Jin.

Rong Jin's situation is not much better than his, and it is only a matter of perseverance that has supported him until now.

The tinkling of the bell was still coming, and the figures of the two people were shaking.

The eyes of Li Wenning, who was standing by, lit up.

Seeing that the two of them couldn't hold on anymore, pocket arrows flew from all directions, pointing at the vital points of the two of them.

Normally, the two of them would naturally be able to deal with it easily, but now that their spiritual consciousness is damaged and their reactions are slow, no matter how they look at it, they cannot avoid these arrows.

Li Wenning smiled, and was about to step forward when he suddenly froze.

The two people's face was like gold paper, and their eyes were lax, but at the moment when the pocket arrow appeared, their eyes suddenly focused, and as if they had agreed, they split up and flew in two directions.

Li Wenning stared blankly at the disappearance of the two people's backs.

Ye Hong bit the tip of his tongue fiercely again, the bloody smell in his mouth became more intense, and after repeated stimulation, his mind cleared up a bit.

Three, Ye Hong said silently in his heart, judging from the approach of the pocket arrow, the three people in this direction are in...

The bell rang again.

Ye Hong's figure froze for a moment, and a pair of palms quietly protruded from behind his back. Immediately afterwards, he felt as if his internal organs had been displaced.

The severe pain made Ye Hong fully awake. He said it sooner or later, almost at the same time, he stabbed the lightsaber with his backhand. , and stabbed a sword forward to the left.

The bell rang again, but this time it stopped abruptly after only two rings, accompanied by a scream in the distance.

Han Guangjian's castration was unabated, steady and fast, as if not affected by the slightest influence of the bell's sound, it pierced fiercely into the flesh and blood in front of him.

The man stared round and fell down in disbelief.

Ye Hong stepped to the right, and without any surprise, he saw a pale-faced Nascent Soul cultivator trembling with fright.

The Nascent Soul cultivator saw Ye Hong turn around, his legs went limp, he lost even the courage to escape, and fell to his knees on the ground with a plop.

"Senior, forgive me, I dare not, senior, please forgive me..."

Ye Hong's sword slowed down.

Cultivator Nascent Soul showed a vicious smile, "Go to hell...ah!"

He looked at the blood hole in his chest, and he didn't understand until his death, how the sword that was hanging there just now killed him before he had time to make a move.

Ye Hong couldn't bear it any longer, and spat out a mouthful of blood.

Holding his sword, he staggered back.

The blood flowed from the sword body to the tip of the sword, dripped to the ground, and meandered all the way to the original place.

When Ye Hong walked to the original place, it happened that Rong Jin also walked over, still holding the short and fat one in his hand.

Rong Jin's breathing was a little unstable, and there was a long wound on his arm, but there was no other injury.

The chunky guy didn't have a piece of good meat on him, so he threw the chunky guy on the ground, and the guy immediately started screaming.

Seeing Ye Hong's appearance, Rong Jin's eyes completely sank, and he said coldly, "I'll ask you a question, you answer me, and tell me the truth, you can still die quickly."

The short and fat man stopped shouting, rolled his eyes, and said with a flattering smile: "Yes, yes, you ask."

With a flip of Rong Jin's hand, a center nail was driven into the shoulder bone of the short and fat man.The short and fat man immediately broke out in cold sweat, and seeing Rong Jin's face, he forced himself to hold back his cry.

"I have a lot of tricks, do you want to try?"

The chunky one shook his head again and again.

Rong Jin sternly said: "Then don't care about your eyes?"

The chunky man finally calmed down and stayed where he was, "What do you want to know?"

"where is this place?"

"Yellow Spring Realm."

Rong Jin looked at him coldly, "Why haven't I heard of this world?"

Seeing his unkind expression, the short and fat man hurriedly said, "Because it's not in the cultivation world."

Rong Jin frowned, "Where is that?"

"I don't know either." Seeing him raising his hand, the short and fat man said anxiously, "Listen to me, only the few of us found out, and no one knows what's going on here. They all fell from space cracks. down."

Rong Jin keenly grasped the key point, "Where are the others here?"

"There are several places, we don't know how they came here, there are towns, where monks gather."

"What's the closest way to here?"

"Go straight northeast."

"What do you mean by newcomers and spar?"

"Every once in a while, someone will fall in, because they don't understand the rules here, we call them newcomers." The short and fat man glanced at Rong Jin, and said cautiously, "Of course, you guys are different from them."

Rong Jin asked: "What rules?"

The short and fat man said: "You can feel it too. Most of the places here are not far away, and the spiritual sense is not easy to use, so the newcomers will inevitably suffer. But the spar is the body of the yellow sand beast you just killed. If you use spar to cultivate for a period of time, your spiritual consciousness will become extremely powerful."

Rong Jin waved his hand, and there was an extra spar in his hand, and he could feel the pure and condensed spiritual power inside.

He squinted his eyes, his eyes were filled with cold air, "The last question..."

The chunky one trembled all over.

"How to get out of the Underworld?"

A strange smile appeared on the chunky man's face, "There is only one way to get out..." He suddenly raised his hand, "That is to go to Huangquan Road!"

Rong Jin's eyes blurred, he immediately stretched out his hand, but it was empty.

The short and fat man was very flexible at this time, slipping back tens of feet, "Huangquan Road, I will send you to Huangquan!"

Rong Jin's complexion was slightly gloomy, he just moved his fingers a few times, and then suddenly put them down again.

He heard a huge roar coming from that direction, and then suddenly, the chunky man's arrogant laughter stopped suddenly, as if he had been strangled by the throat.

Immediately afterwards, a creepy and terrifying atmosphere permeated the air.

The author has something to say: I don't know whether to write more about the interaction of the protagonist or just follow the plot. . .