Chapter 459 The Place of Buried Bones

"The best choice now is to find a quiet place, take out the poisonous bee huā honey to improve your cultivation after meditation, or open the red stone!

It's just whether there is huā honey in the poisonous bee [body]... Although I judge it should be, there is also the possibility of no huā honey. If there is, once it is eaten, it will take a period of time to be closed.

It's okay if I'm alone, but now I'm with Lanlan and Ah Hu..." Su Ming stood on the red dragon. With the dragon's rapid progress, he looked back at the young man and woman who were full of tension and [exhilaration].

"That's all, I also learned a little about the process of opening the dementor these days. It's not too dangerous, but it's a little time-consuming..." Su Ming made a decision in his heart. As soon as his right hand turned over, two wooden slips engraved with the map immediately appeared in his hand. One of the two maps Mobike, the lord of the underground temple of the Witch Temple.

Compared with each other, it is much more comprehensive, and even if it is a million miles away, there is a general simple outline.

In the right east of the million range of the witch city shown in the icon on the ground, near the edge, there is an area of about tens of thousands of miles, on which is painted with a huge beast bone. This bone looks like a snake. Although the skeleton is only a simple outline of the picture, it is also a little shocking.

"The place where the candle is buried..." Su Ming's eyes flashed, put away the two sets of maps, sat cross-legged on the top of the red dragon's head, closed his eyes, and began to spit.

The experience of opening the dementor witch is actually very simple. You only need to have a dementor physique, close to the place where the bones are buried, to feel the will of the candle Jiuyin that has not dissipated.

The more you feel this will, the more helpful it will will be for future cultivation, such as the barbarian's art of enlightenment. It's just that the barbarian's practice system has been inherited for a long time and has achieved independence, so the barbarian of the ≡ tribe can be opened on its behalf. As for the witch clan, especially the three categories of dementor, spiritual medium and foresight, because the inheritance is in this nine underworld, it cannot be opened

The red dragon galloped through the sky. While roaring all the way, there was no pause. It itself was the life transformed by the earth's gas. It can be said that it was between illusory and [true] reality. Its perception was extremely sensitive. The perception of all crises made it move forward three times. Without Su Ming's reminder, In the direction, either bypass or avoid.

Outside the bodies of Lanlan and A Hu, there is a soft light curtain, which makes them unable to feel the strong wind. They sometimes look down on the back of the red dragon. With the passage of time, the [fun] on their faces gradually decreased a lot, and on the contrary, the sense of tension became stronger and stronger.

They know that the next thing to face is the key thing to come here this time, get the recognition of the will of Zhu Jiuyin, and get the opening of the dementor witch!

Before they came, their witches mentioned to them that in the history of the witch clan, not all people with dementor physique can be recognized by the will of Zhu Jiuyin.

There are not many of them. I don't know why they have not been recognized by Zhu Jiuyin and can't carry out the cultivation of dementors. In the end, they can only be modified or do nothing in a lifetime.

Although there are not many such people, they do exist, which makes Lanlan and A Hu's inner tension, as they get closer and closer to the buried place of the candle, they become more and more nervous.

A few days later, when most of the witches were still participating in gambling in the witch city, in the east of the witch city, in the sky near the edge of the million range, a red flashed from the clouds, turned into a red dragon thousands of feet long, wandering in the sky.

Su Ming, who was sitting cross-legged on the red dragon, opened his eyes at this moment. His eyes were like electricity, and he looked at the earth below.

The earth is surrounded by fog, surrounded by a circular mountain range, which surrounds this area. The fog in the mountain range is not static, but slowly rolling, constantly rising and sinking, as if endless... In the sky, this area is obviously much darker than the outside, and the thick clouds give people a kind of sinking. The feeling of Dian Dian.

Not long after Su Ming looked outside this area, a cold wind blew, and the fog that swept the earth rolled violently. At the moment when the wind hit his face, Su Ming's eyes shrank. He saw the clouds in the sky in this area. At this moment, with the cold wind, a drop of rain fell.

The rain is not big, but in the process of coming, it turns into ice water, which makes the cold here even more compelling.

This is a mysterious area with a range of tens of thousands of miles. Now, except for the sound of rain and fog, there is no other sound, in a relative dead silence.

But in this silence, suddenly, there was a vague voice, suddenly floating out of the fog stared by Su Ming.

"Yan... for the father..."

The vicissitudes of the sound, long been muttering, like a whisper, echoing, making the fog spread out a little. At the moment of hearing the sound, Su Ming felt the strange snake on his body. At this moment, he trembled in the Handan Bell. Su Ming's expression changed and suddenly looked at the thick fog that came from the sound.

You can't see half a figure in the fog. When the fog is sprinkled with rain, every drop of rain will dissipate some fog, but while it dissipates, it breeds fog again from other places, so that the fog of the earth will always exist.

For a long time, Su Ming withdrew his eyes and looked at Lan Lan and Ah Hu. The two turned a deaf ear to the voice and obviously did not hear it. Even the red dragon under him was just wandering constantly, staring at the fog in this area. In addition, there was no reaction. For example, only Su Ming It smells average.

Su Ming's eyes flashed, and after looking at it for a long time, when his divine consciousness spread to this area, it disappeared like a stone cow into the sea. Su Ming meditated slightly and walked out of the red dragon. After he walked out, the red dragon immediately turned into a red mark and branded Su Ming's arm.

As for Lanlan and A Hu, they threw down Su Ming's big sleeves and took them into a long rainbow and went straight to the earth. Su Ming did not choose to fly in mid-air. In this famous place of the origin of the witch clan, he was very cautious.

After the three fell to the ground, Lanlan and A Hu were a little pale, showing fear, and they followed Su Ming closely. In the silence around them, they did not talk to each other and walked forward in silence.

Stepping on the rocks of the mountain, there are gusts of cold wind mixed with a little ice rain blowing on the face, falling wet on the body, and the cold air seems to penetrate into the bones.

But strangely, the ground here is exposed to a fire, stepping on it, and the heat of the earth pours into the [body] through the soles of the soles.

In this way, there was a collision between fire and cold in everyone's body. Lan Lan and A Hu's face turned pale, and their bodies trembled with Su Ming. After a while, they came to the top of a mountain ≡ and stood there, and the cold wind was even more intense.

Below them is the place filled with fog, that is, a place with tens of thousands of miles of candles buried bones!

"Are you ready?" Su Ming stood on the mountains and stood outside the edge of the rolling fog here. He did not look back. Looking at the rolling fog, he slowly opened his mouth and said his first words after coming here.

"Ready... All right, senior!" Ah Hu gritted his teeth. Although his body trembled, his expression was firm.

"I'm ready too..." Lan Lan bit her lip and nodded.

Su Ming did not open his mouth again, but took a step forward. The whole person suddenly walked into the fog. Lan Lan and A Hu hurriedly followed him. At the beginning, they could see the backs of the three people in the fog, but slowly, as they walked, the fog rolled violently, like a big mouth submerged the three people. .

At the moment of stepping into the fog, Su Ming's footsteps paused for a moment.

The sound of vicissitudes of life came from his ear again in the fog. The sound was like before, like muttering, like a whisper, echoing in all directions, making the fog like the wave boards of the sea, rolling up and down.

"Cold... for the mother..."

At the moment when this sentence was heard by Su Ming, the strange snake in the Hanshan clock suddenly raised its head in the trembling and made a hiss. The hiss sound revealed a sob and desolation, as if it felt something.

That kind of sound, such as a baby abandoned by the mother, makes a helpless and sad call when the night comes and sees that there is no familiar figure around...

It's just that the sound echoed in the Handan clock and did not come out.

Su Ming was shocked. He had some speculation about this strange snake a long time ago. It was not until he met the dementor Zongze in Haiqiubu that Zong Ze felt its breath. When he lost his voice, Su Ming still hesitated.

But at this moment, when he saw the trembling body of the strange snake and the desolate roar, his hesitation dissipated. Now he can be sure that even if this strange snake is not turbid Jiuyin, it must be directly related to turbid Jiuyin!

Lanlan and Ah Hu behind him still didn't hear anything. In this fog, they could only see Su Ming's back in front of them. As for the fog around, it was hazy and they couldn't see anything clearly.

Because of this, their inner fear and tension became deeper and deeper as they continued to go deep into the fog.

"This is yin and yang... Heaven is the father, the earth is the mother... This is yin and yang..." As Su Ming and the other three continued to move forward, only the sound that Su Ming could hear suddenly echoed again.

This time, the hissing and desolate sadness in the Hanshan clock are deeper.

After Su Ming's three figures disappeared in the fog, about half an hour later. In this mountain range, outside the fog, nothing was twisted, and a man in a black robe came out. The man's eyes in the black robe showed hesitation, but soon as his eyes flashed, his body also stepped into the fog. , disappeared.