Jing Zhan, who was in the underworld, was full of passion and had a fire in his heart.

The Yin power in the Yin world is naturally much stronger than that in the Yang world. Jingzhan who has been in an environment with limited cultivation resources for a long time is like a fish that has been on the shore for a long time.

Suddenly I jumped into the water and felt refreshed both physically and mentally.

One year...

In such an environment, even if you do nothing, just give him a year!

Jing Zhan is confident that in just one year, he will be able to break through to his current level, because now he feels like something is loose!!

At this moment, Jing Zhan has no idea...

He only needs to stay in the underworld for one year, and three years will pass in the human world. The day he goes up there will be the day he is destined to die.

Wanli frowned and said a few words but Jingzhan didn't even listen to her. She was unhappy.

"Fairy" had a cold face, secretly trying to imitate the temperament of Emperor Fengdu, and said lightly: "Now can you tell me where the boundless spiritual spring is."

It turns out that after Jing Zhan found Wanli, he was still ignored.

Gritting his teeth, Jing Zhan took the first step and shared a drop of his infinite spiritual spring.

The immeasurable spiritual spring is a heaven-defying resource in the entire underworld. It can cultivate the soul and is one of the most valuable things for cultivators in the underworld.

How could Wanli resist?

So the two hit it off - Wanli took him to the underworld, and Jing Zhan took her to find the infinite spiritual spring.

Jing Zhan suppressed the heat in his heart and said: "The immeasurable spiritual spring is listening to the ghost abyss."

Wanli's eyes immediately revealed murderous intent: "Are you kidding me?"

Listening to the Ghost Abyss, no one at the level of the King of Hell would dare to go down.

Taking the initiative to listen to Ghost Abyss is no different from committing suicide.

Jing Zhan shook his head: "I'm not lying to you. I got my immeasurable spiritual spring from the Ghost Listening Abyss. The immeasurable spiritual spring there is not only rich, but because no one can go down, there are so many spiritual springs that they form a waterfall.

"

He talked about his original opportunity, and finally said very frankly: "I know how to listen to Ghost Abyss. It requires patience and waiting..."

Wanli looked at Jingzhan with a look that didn't look like he was faking it, and she was already moved when she heard that there was a whole spiritual spring waterfall.

"Okay, I believe you for now!"

The two of them rushed towards the Ghost Listening Abyss.

**

Kunlun, the ancestor of all mountains.

According to legend, Fuxi and Nuwa once took refuge in the Kunlun Mountains from floods, which wreaked havoc on the world.

Ancient books have recorded the Kunlun Mountains many times. However, according to the route calculation, the Kunlun Mountains mentioned in the ancient books, especially the myths, are inconsistent with the actual address of the Kunlun Mountains.

Some people have put forward two hypotheses. One is the theory of time and space. Because time and space are different, the actual Kunlun Mountains are inconsistent.

Another theory is the boundary theory. Some people believe that the real sacred mountain Kunlun in mythical ancient books was hidden, so it disappeared without a trace, leaving only an ordinary towering mountain in reality, also named Kunlun.

When Si Yiran checked the information about Kunlun Mountain before, he thought that these were just stories made up by the ancients who were unable to seek immortality.

Until he saw this mountain with his own eyes in the underworld——

"The Classic of Mountains and Seas" describes the appearance of Kunlun Mountain as being like a pillar reaching straight into the sky, which corresponds to the Big Dipper. It is the seat of Fuxi's royal capital and the residence of the gods. The Yaochi of the Queen Mother of the West is located in the hinterland of Kunlun Mountain.

Si Yiran looked at the huge mountain in front of him. It was in the shape of a pillar that stretched straight into the sky. The top of the mountain suddenly broke off. It was somewhat similar to Wailing Mountain, except that Wailing Mountain couldn't even reach the foot of the mountain in front of the giant mountain in front of him.

"According to this description, it should be a sacred mountain in the sky. How could it be in the underworld..."

Si Yiran suppressed the shock in his heart, and it took him half a month to finally go from seeing the sacred mountain to actually walking into the sacred mountain.

At the foot of Kunlun Mountain, the magnanimity is unknown for tens of thousands of miles.

The foot of the mountain was suppressed by gloomy smoke. As soon as Si Yiran reached the edge, he felt tightness in his chest, as if something was forcibly pressing his head, as if he had to climb in if he wanted to go in.

The 14-year-old boy, when he was at his most energetic, refused to bend his spine even if his knees were smashed. How could Si Yiran be willing to crawl in?!

In order to catch up with Su Bao's footsteps, he has been working hard secretly for so many years without stopping, and even occasionally went back to take a look. Either he didn't happen to see Su Bao, or he only had time to pass by in a hurry to take a look.

Si Yiran felt that he had almost forgotten Su Bao's appearance. The only thing that remained immortal was that time when he was listening to the ghost abyss, Su Bao's bright light was always shining on the apex of his heart.

Thinking of this, Si Yi made progress step by step and with great difficulty.

There was a soft click, and his bones made a sound like they were being crushed. Si Yiran's face turned pale, and the pain almost overwhelmed him.

He gritted his teeth, raised his head with difficulty, and looked directly at the sacred mountain in front of him with an inexplicable dark light in his eyes!

He had an intuition that as long as he stepped into the sacred mountain this time, he would be able to unravel the fog that had been lingering in his heart:

Who is he?

[Cute guy: This paragraph is a bit difficult to compile... No, it’s difficult to write. Let me think about it. There will be two chapters later, but it’s late, so don’t wait. It will be the same when I wake up tomorrow morning! Chirp]
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