The Netherworld Ghost Realm is no stranger to Fang Dang.`

The cold and cold surroundings, and when Fang Dang arrived, it happened that it was just one day in the ghost world in the underworld. The night here was much darker than the night in the mortal world. There was no moon in the sky, and there was only endless darkness that made people unable to see a little hope.

Of course, these are not a problem for Fang Dang now. Fang Dang's eyes spit out two spiritual lights. Others can't see this spiritual light, but it can help Fang Dang see what is in his vision clearly.

In Fang Dang's eyes, the world was no longer pitch black, and shadows were shaking inside. These shadows were all ghosts, but they were timid and cowardly. Fang Dang's arrival frightened them, like a little rabbit, dodging and escaping.

The Ghost and Netherworld is a world known for its violent and chaotic chaos. This is the only world that was not created by the ancient god Zheng. This is the essence of life wisdom and cultivation on earth.

Fang Dang was also a little moved when he stepped on this land again. He thought that when he came here, he was just a small shrimp. Now that he was able to go out from here and return to the mortal world, he also caught 100,000 Yin soldiers back. He was really lucky for the first time.

Fang Dang, who has been here once, knows that the original original ghosts and external ghosts live in the ghost world. The biggest source of chaos in the ghost world also comes from these two races.`

The original ghosts are the beings born and raised in the ghost world. They are like all kinds of creatures in the turbid world where we are, born and died here, and are the soul bodies that grow from the day the ghost world is built.

The ghosts from the outside world are ghosts gathered from other worlds.

There are ghosts from the turbid world, the pill-shattering cultivation of Shangyou, and even the giant infant who fell from the Taiqing layer.

This is like a grave, a grave that will come sooner or later no matter how powerful you are.

Because of this, the number and strength of the outer domain ghosts are far away from the original domain ghosts, so they become the rulers of this chaotic and violent land, enslaving and wantonly devouring the original domain ghosts.

Because the original ghosts grew naturally in the ghost world, they are the best source of food for the outer ghost ghosts.

However, there are too many strong people here and they can't be crowded. The ghosts in the original realm are hard and can still hold a group to keep warm. However, the ghosts in the outside world are different. Those who can come here are all angry and unwilling people. Each of them is full of resentment and fights with each other endlessly.

So this is a violent and chaotic world.

There is war here all the time, death here never exists, but suffering is boundless.`

Here, creatures turn into the most trashed dirt and are repeatedly trampled on.

This is the blood pool, the meat forest, and the most miserable place in the world.

This is the purgatory of life and the battlefield of souls!

A terrible cry came from a distance, and Fang Dang was used to it. When he first came here, Fang Dang was shocked. But now, Fang Dang knew that it was a tragic cry from the ghosts of the original domain.

roar……

As the roaring sound came, a sudden burst of cold sound waves came over, and the wind surged, like a knife cutting the surface. Wherever the roar passed, the ground was immediately covered with a layer of frost. Fang Dang was once covered with frost by the roar, but now it doesn't. The cold air carried by this roar is nothing to Fang Dang.

I haven't heard of this scream for a long time. Fang Dang felt that this scream had a kind of misery deep in his bone marrow. Now when I heard it again, Fang Dang analyzed more emotions from this scream, unwillingness, anger, powerlessness, pain, and all the negative emotions Fang Dang could touch.

The roar sounded every half an hour, constantly reminding all existences and reminding them of the suffering of the ghosts in the original domain.

This is a world that needs to be saved, but Fang Dang is not here to save them. Fang Dang does not think he has this ability. He saves these original names in the hands of the dead elixirs or even the dead primordial infants. Moreover, from Fang Dang's standpoint, he is also an outsider and has a natural irreconcilable force with the indigenous people!

Fang Dang took out the black slag, took a deep breath, and poured his cultivation into it solemnly. Whether this slag slag could react determines the significance of Fang Dang's trip.

This piece of scumbag came from the Stone Right Guard. When Fang Dang returned to the mortal world from the Shangyou Realm, he specially brought a few pieces of the body of the Stone Right Guard. At that time, Fang Dang didn't know if he could bring the pieces of the body of the Stone Right Guard belonging to the Shangyou Realm into the mortal world.

Fang Dang used all the way and finally saved such a small amount of residue. Now, if he could light up the residue in the Netherworld Ghost Fiction, it means that the soul of the Stone Right Guard still exists in the Netherworld Ghost Fiction. If the residue of the Stone Right Guard cannot be lit up, then it means that the soul of the Stone Right Guard has disappeared without a trace, and Fang Dang will never think of seeing the Stone Right Guard again.

Therefore, Fang Dang's expression was quite solemn at this time.

Is it a success or not?

Fang Dang didn't know how long it had been since he was so nervous that Fang Dang felt that his breathing became a little difficult.

As Fang Dang's cultivation was infused into this small piece of black slaughter, Fang Dang's heart also raised.

However, the small slag shattered into seven or eight pieces with a crack, allowing Fang Dang's cultivation to inject it, without any reaction at all...

Fang Dang's heart instantly seemed to be dead.

That big stone is really over!

The slag that was not big in Fang Dang's palm burst into seven or eight pieces at this time, each piece was only the size of a grain of rice, and it didn't move in Fang Dang's palm. Fang Dang waited and waited again and again. However, the slag did not ignite any hope, and Fang Dang's heart sank.

After a long time, Fang Dang couldn't help but sigh. He was in vain after all, and he would never see the big stone again.

There are always many gatherings and separations in life, some of which have just begun, and it will come to an abrupt end when you have many expectations for the future.

Those faces appeared in front of you, just like you called your friends, but disappeared in an instant, as if he never existed.

Fang Dang finally found a companion for the big stone, but left his companion to disappear without a trace.

Fang Dang couldn't help but smile bitterly. After he went back, how could he explain the big stone he made? The big stone was still waiting for another big stone to go back.
Chapter completed!