This is the third time Ye Yangcheng has entered the underworld. With the experience of the first two times, after falling out of the Yin-Yang channel this time, he immediately turned around 180 degrees, his feet first touching the ground, barely standing on the dark red ground, and never falling into an ugly dog-eating posture.

After standing still, Ye Yangcheng immediately stood up straight and looked around. The positions he appeared in the underworld in the first two times were completely different, and this time it was the same.

There is no blue yin spirit grass in a radius of hundreds of square meters around me. This is an open space surrounded by a large number of yin spirit grasses, dotted with several small semicircular mounds. At first glance, it looks like a lot of buns are scattered on the ground, which is quite interesting.

Of course, Ye Yangcheng came down today and was not here to visit the underworld. After standing firm and observing the surrounding situation, he took out the Divine Prison Order, which he had not known when he entered, from the Jiuxiao Space, and narrowed his eyes and looked carefully...

Sure enough, the original 1/3 mark has become 0/3. If you don’t find a way to increase the number of passes to the Divine Prison Order this time, Ye Yangcheng will have no way to go to the underworld to hunt, let alone relying on the almost cheating shortcuts of the underworld to improve the cultivation progress of the Nine-Dao Divine Arts.

"What the hell is going on?" Staring at the 0/3 marked on the token, Ye Yangcheng raised his hand speechlessly and touched the tip of his nose. He was completely confused about this situation. He asked the Jiuxiao Divine Character. Jiuxiao Divine Character was silent again. If he wanted to find out the reason, he had to take his luck.

Shaking his head, expelling this confusion from his mind, and after taking a deep breath, Ye Yangcheng looked up at the blue sky above his head, making up his mind that this time he had to figure out what the restrictions of the Divine Prison Order were going to do. Before he could figure it out... just stay in the underworld and hunt evil ghosts and concentrate on practicing. Anyway, the Nine Sky Divine Art has already obtained the fifth level, which is still enough for the time being.

Thinking of this, Ye Yangcheng mobilized the spiritual power stored in the Jiuxiao Divine Celestial and shouted in a low voice: "Winning the Aviation Technique"

"Swoosh..." Before he finished speaking, Ye Yangcheng had already soared into the sky. Under the urging of a large amount of spiritual power, he disappeared into the open space surrounded by the Yin Ling grass with a whoosh and flew towards the unknown front.

Ye Yangcheng didn't know that in the cloud grass around the open space, a very faint gray mist coiled on a three-year-old Yin Ling grass. Since Ye Yangcheng appeared in the open space, he has been staring at Ye Yangcheng.

At this time, when Ye Yangcheng had left, it dared to retreat from the Yin Ling grass and instantly turned into an almost transparent ghost. Looking at the direction where Ye Yangcheng left, it showed a smug smile on its face. When it turned around again, the spirit body condensed a little and became faintly visible.

If anyone who knows the knowledge here can definitely recognize it at a glance. This ghost does not have much strength, it is just a primary evil spirit who has just started. However, because of its low strength, its aura is also very weak, and it is really difficult to distinguish it from the Yinling Grass.

"It's finally here, the Ghost King will definitely reward me." Rubbing his hands, he looked at the direction where Ye Yangcheng disappeared. The junior ghost didn't dare to delay any longer. After muttering to himself a few times, it turned into a wisp of gray mist and disappeared out of thin air.

This primary evil ghost is a secret whistle, and the dark grass around this open space is also a temporarily abandoned ghost stronghold. A secret whistle like it has almost been spread throughout most of the underworld, paying close attention to the movements of Yeyang City.

Those ghost kings who ordered the arrangement of secret whistles even promised that if any evil ghost discovered the traces of Yeyang City and reported to them as soon as possible, the ghost king would take action himself to improve the cultivation of the evil ghost, and at least he would be upgraded to the level of the advanced evil ghost.

It can be said that in order to prevent Ye Yangcheng from entering the underworld again to make trouble, the ghost kings from all sides have made complete preparations and just waited for Ye Yangcheng to come to his door...

"I wasted three opportunities after three times. If this is really the last time, I have to make enough money before going back." He maintained a fast speed in the air about 400 meters above the ground. Ye Yangcheng was still thinking about it all the way, but he still couldn't figure out his own clues.

In this case, he could only be nervous in his heart. If this time it was really the last time he entered the underworld, he had to find a way to earn enough money. At least he had to practice the Jiuxiao Divine Art at one time and then go back. Otherwise, he would be a huge loss.

Of course, there are also Yin Ling grass. If you want to cut, you have to cut a lot and keep it for free, and you are talking to yourself. However, the flight speed has slowly slowed down because there is a river ahead. To be precise, it is a river running with a fishy red river water, emitting a strong smell of blood.

On both sides of this river, Ye Yangcheng saw the second plant he saw in the underworld: small red flowers about twenty centimeters tall and three petals of flower.

The growth location of the small red flowers is limited to one meter on both sides of the river. Once it exceeds one meter of the river, no plants can be seen anymore, and even Yin Ling grass cannot be seen.

Looking at the little red flowers growing on both sides of the river below, out of a habit and influenced by Yin Lingcao, Ye Yangcheng slowly landed from the air and steadily landed on one side of the river. He bent down and reached out to pick the little red flowers on the river bank...

"Swoosh swish swish swish..." However, before Ye Yangcheng's hand touched the little red flower, dozens of blood-red tentacles as thick as chopsticks suddenly stretched out from the bottom of the water and headed straight for Ye Yangcheng in the river, which was already flowing like a boiling sound.

"Damn" was shocked by the sudden change. Ye Yangcheng did not rush to fight back, but retreated suddenly and temporarily avoided the attacks of these blood-red tentacles.

Standing about thirteen meters away from the river, Ye Yangcheng quickly stabilized his emotions, frowned slightly and looked at the blood-red tentacles still waving in the air. Somehow, a sense of a sense of a sense of being indifferent to the tiger mountain was roaming out of thin air.

I don’t know which kind of creature’s limbs this blood-red tentacle is, but just looking at how it protects the blood-red flowers so much is enough to prove that this plant that only grows on both sides of the river definitely has its unique function. Otherwise, how could such monsters always protect it?

Entering Baoshan but returning empty-handed has never been his style. Since these monsters protect the little red flower in this way, what's the harm in picking it?

Thinking of this, Ye Yangcheng immediately changed the Panlong silver spear in his hand into a giant sword one meter long and ten centimeters wide. He smiled at the blood-red tentacles that were still dancing in the air and shining their mighty power, waved the giant sword in his hand and pounced on it again.

"Swoosh swish swish swish..." Dozens of slender blood-red tentacles were like poisonous snakes. When they opened and relaxed, they could make sounds like sharp arrows breaking through the sky. The speed was astonishingly fast, like lightning that broke through the sky

Ye Yangcheng faced him head-on and was immediately attacked by dozens of blood-red tentacles.

"Drink" Ye Yangcheng had never learned swordsmanship, so he naturally could not use any special moves, but he could still chop randomly... he could still do it.

A low shout came from his mouth, and the giant sword in his hand immediately met dozens of blood-red tentacles that were rushing towards him. What surprised Ye Yangcheng was that with his strength and the increase in combat form, coupled with the sharpness of the weapons transformed from the Jiuxiao Divine Character, it actually...

"Dangdangdang..." A metal impact sounded like a firecracker explosion in Ye Yangcheng's ears. The giant sword that was dancing vigorously failed to cut off these seemingly slender tentacles, but instead caused a burst of dazzling sparks.

In the first round of attack, Ye Yangcheng quickly retreated, and with a whoosh, he retreated dozens of meters away. His face looked a little surprised and suspicious, and he even suspected that the giant sword in his hand was defective.

It is as thin as chopsticks, and looks very soft... This should be easily cut off. Why is it so hard that it can even be comparable to the weapons transformed from the Jiuxiao Divine Character?

After a brief suspicion, Ye Yangcheng's unyielding character was aroused. After more than half a minute of breathing and preparation, Ye Yangcheng took a deep breath and suddenly circulated the power of the Jiuxiao in his body, attached the power of the Jiuxiao to the giant sword in his hand, and stood up again

"Dangdangdang..." Another sharp and harsh sound exploded in his ears. Ye Yangcheng was once again forced to retreat more than ten steps by the surging blood-red tentacles, but...

"So you are not invulnerable to swords and guns." Looking at the dozens of tentacles, he had cut a hole out of them, and he could cut them off with a few more strokes. Ye Yangcheng smiled, said to himself, and pounced on him again

"Swoosh swish swish swish..." Dozens of blood-red tentacles attacked head-on. After Ye Yangcheng accelerated suddenly, he drooped the giant sword in his hand. In the lightning, from bottom to top, he danced the giant sword and swept towards the attacking blood-red tentacles.

"Dangdangdang..." The metal collision sounded again, and three tentacles were successfully cut off by Ye Yangcheng during this confrontation.

"Come it for me" Looking at the three blood-red tentacles flying high, Ye Yangcheng, no matter what its use was, raised his hand and put the three blood-red tentacles into the Jiuxiao space with a wave.

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