"Sect Master Zhao, help me!"

The spiral painting scroll seemed to have torn several holes, and it couldn't help but scream and try to escape.

Zhao Lan stood aside indifferently, and then Heixian fled in the direction of Yu Ling: "Master! Master, help me! I have been in the cave for a long time, and I still remember its breath. If I die, how much time will you waste to find it?

It!"

Yu Ling glanced at it: "Can you find the Tiancai passage?"

"I'll try... ah no, I'll definitely find it!" The spiral scroll was whipped away again by the Bug King, and it almost tore into two pieces with a hiss.

Zhao Lan fished it out and said calmly: "What if you can't find it?"

"Ahem, then it's up to you to do whatever you want..." Helixian said in a tone of despair.

The king of insects shook his tentacles dissatisfiedly: "There is no point in lingering!"

"After I gained spiritual intelligence, I stayed in the Heaven Cave for a long time. There is no one in the world who is more familiar with it than me!" Helix eagerly proved his worth.

"So what! I don't care about the Tianxuan or not, and I will never go to the Yang Realm again, but almost all my people were killed by you! Just because of your stupid plan!"

The Vulture King almost roared.

Helix huddled behind Zhao Lan, not daring to say a word, because at this moment, the King of Bugs had obviously lost his temper.

"Wait until it takes us to find the Heavenly Cave, and then you can settle the old scores." Zhao Lan sent a message to the King of Bugs.

The King of Bugs said nothing, turned around and ran away to nowhere, but Helix felt vaguely uneasy, as if he had been betrayed.

As soon as its front legs left, tea floated faintly from the distance in the sea of ​​grass, followed by a bunch of resentful spirits.

"They are annoying and won't leave." Cha Ming looked back, her tone revealing her anxiety.

Zhao Lan said calmly: "You are their king now, of course they will always follow you."

Cha Ming shook her head stiffly: "I don't want, I'm looking for the master."

A resentful spirit with a clearer face, resembling a young girl, slowly floated in front of Zhao Lan and asked in a low voice: "Are you... from the Yang Realm?"

Her eyes revealed an instinctive desire, as if she wanted to devour Yu Ling and the two of them, but she could clearly sense Zhao Lan's power, so she restrained herself.

Yu Ling looked at this resentful spirit. Her aura was hidden, but it gave Yu Ling a great sense of oppression. I am afraid that it is infinitely close to the virtual soul state. Therefore, compared with the dullness of other resentful spirits, this one is only as long as

A little more agile.

Zhao Lan nodded calmly: "Your king comes here mainly to find someone, so she will leave for a while."

The young girl's resentful spirit leaned forward slightly and said, "We will follow the king."

When she said this, her tone was unshakable and stubborn, like a fixed procedure.

Cha Ming seemed to have gotten used to the attitude of these resentful spirit tribesmen, and her face was suspended in numbness, but she always had this expression on weekdays.

"Do you want the entire Resentful Spirit Clan to follow you?" Yu Ling asked.

"We people are following the king." The young girl said with resentment.

Yu Ling looked back, tsk, there were hundreds or even thousands of people in the crowd. Those who knew about it were fine, but those who didn't knew thought that this was an army of resentful spirits setting off...

However, he really doesn't understand the world of dead creatures in the netherworld. He feels that these single-celled creatures are so simple. Whoever is stronger is the king. There is no intrigue or twists and turns of power replacement. It is incredibly simple and direct.

"It's just that the king's master...what's going on?" The young girl's resentful spirit asked hesitantly.

"He is a person from the Yang Realm just like us. Now we don't know whether he is alive or dead, but no matter what, we want to find some traces of him." Zhao Lan said.

"Master, I will never die." Cha Ming emphasized angrily.

"Then where to find it? Do you want us to lead the way?" the young girl asked again.

"The scope is the entire Netherworld... It doesn't matter where you go." Zhao Lan rubbed his eyebrows and felt a little headache.

But this was his biggest purpose in coming to the Netherworld. Even if he was fishing for sesame seeds in the haystack, he would not give up easily.

The young resentful spirit lowered her head seriously and considered it: "The size of the Netherworld is immeasurable for the time being. Within our clan's territory, we can search for him immediately. If he is still alive, the vitality he exudes should be very conspicuous, but if..."

She glanced at Cha Ming, who was expressionless, and finally didn't say the second half of the sentence.

"Not necessarily, the ancestor has clearly understood the true meaning of transformation between life and death. He may be wandering here like a dead creature in the netherworld." Zhao Lan said.

"Ah, how to find it?" The young girl was stunned.

Cha Ming immediately looked at Zhao Lan and repeated: "Huan..."

Zhao Lan took out the ancient Heavenly Acupoint Soul Binding Ring, and Cha Ming took out a small and exquisite puppet from nowhere. Her body instantly became weaker, as if all her energy and energy were condensed here.

In the puppet, that is probably her true body.

The Tianxuan Shenhuan was gently put on the puppet by Cha Ming. It fit perfectly and would not fall off or be too tight.

"The technique is yours." Cha Ming gestured awkwardly, pointed at the puppet, and made a downward gesture.

"You...want me to use the breath of Tianxuan Jue to awaken it?" Zhao Lan muttered, "Won't it do any harm to you?"

Cha Ming nodded vigorously, then shook his head again, probably answering two questions respectively.

"Okay." Zhao Lan didn't shirk, and took the puppet with the magic ring. For a moment, he felt as if he had control of Cha Ming's life. He only needed a gentle squeeze from him, and I'm afraid Cha Ming would be fatally injured.

Heavy damage.

After all, she is not a pure resentful spirit, but a puppet carved by the ancestor of Tiancai.

"Buzz——"

As Zhao Lan activated the technique with all his strength, the Tianxuan Divine Beam Ring suddenly emitted a bright halo of light, standing out like a beacon in this dark netherworld.

Although he practiced the modified version of Tianxue Jue from the Hualuan Branch, he later made some adjustments based on the original version. After all, as a strong man in the Chaos Realm, he no longer simply followed the path of his predecessors. He only had to follow the path that suited him.

His Daoxuan body is the best, not to mention that his Daoxuan body is also different from ordinary people.

However, even though there are thousands of kinds of Tianxuan techniques in the world, they all come from the same lineage.

But under the brilliant Heavenly Point Beaming God Ring, the puppet looked increasingly bleak and dull, its color dark and deep.

Cha Ming closed her eyes and seemed to be cooperating with Zhao Lan. After the light of the divine ring in her heavenly acupoints shone to the extreme, her soul thought seemed to be integrated into it, spreading along the light, as if it could extend infinitely to the entire Netherworld.

She searched hard for any possible response, but the void was silent.

Why is the Netherworld so big and where is the owner?

Why is he ignoring her? Does he dislike her and don't want her anymore...

But she is obviously very obedient, but she just accidentally lost her ring. Doesn't the master want her anymore?

She felt that the meaning of her existence was collapsing bit by bit. She stared blankly as the light of the Heavenly Acupoint Divine Beam Ring gradually dimmed, and her entire figure was like a candle in the wind, swaying as if it was going to be extinguished.

"King..." The resentful girl was a little at a loss, but before she could come up with a way to comfort Cha Ming, she saw her turn into a wisp of white smoke and disappear into the exquisite puppet.

A ball of light, a ball of light as bright as the blazing sun, instantly enveloped everyone's entire field of vision.

Yu Ling closed her eyes subconsciously, feeling as if the entire underworld was illuminated.

That is Tea Ming burning his soul and his thoughts, regardless of the cost, life or death.

Just to find her master.

Zhao Lan didn't expect that she would do such a crazy thing, and for a moment he didn't know whether to stop or continue.

He could clearly feel that the aura belonging to Cha Ming was disappearing bit by bit. If this continued, she would be truly doomed!

At the last moment, Zhao Lan finally interrupted the operation of the technique. He pointed decisively at the Heavenly Acupoint Divine Beam Ring. Its divine light suddenly dimmed, and then it separated from the puppet, and the two fell together.

Zhao Lan caught them with his left and right hands respectively, only to see a crack appeared on the God-binding ring, which no longer had the power it once had, and the puppets had lost any aura and could hardly sense the breath of tea.

Yu Ling did not dare to hesitate, stretched out her hand and pressed gently on the puppet, frantically using the soul condensation technique, trying to rescue Cha Ming from the edge of disintegration.

He didn't know how long it took, but he felt that his soul power was almost exhausted. The puppet finally trembled slightly, and then an almost transparent shadow slowly floated out.

"Cha Ming?" Zhao Lan called tentatively.

Cha Ming's facial features were blurred, but she could still be seen smiling, and her smile was a little silly, not as sinister as before.

"Master, the master is here, he has always been here. I found him..." After Cha Ming narrowly escaped death, his words became much more coherent.

Zhao Lan was stunned for a while, and said in disbelief: "The ancestor is still alive? Where is he?"

Cha Ming pointed at him: "Here."

"Here?" Zhao Lan looked left and right, but saw nothing.

Cha Ming giggled and moved around like a madman: "Here, here, and here, there are masters everywhere."

Yu Ling and Zhao Lan looked at each other and whispered: "Is she crazy?"

But Cha Ming heard it keenly, put away her silly smile, and said stubbornly: "I don't. The master is everywhere, and he is the entire Netherworld."

She waved to the void happily: "Master, can you hear me? I miss you very much. I miss you very much."

"I can't understand anymore..." Yu Ling was confused.

Zhao Lan waved his hand in front of Cha Ming and asked, "Then are we still looking for him?"

"I'm not looking for you anymore. The master is with me. Although I can't see him, he can see me, so that's good." Cha Ming smiled happily.

"What should we do?" Yu Ling looked at Zhao Lan. Cha Ming's behavior was clearly like a delusional patient.

Zhao Lan sighed and said: "Cha Ming, we are going to find Tianxue, are you still coming with us?"

He still planned to observe it for a while. After all, Cha Ming now seemed to be logically coherent and his words were clear. He seemed to have gained a lot of enlightenment, and it didn't look like he was crazy.

Besides, how could a dead creature from the underworld have such madness...

"Okay, okay. Anyway, the master is everywhere and you can go anywhere." Cha Ming nodded.
Chapter completed!