Luo Tian received endless magic support from the god-level demon core, and unlimitedly unfolded the magic barrier to cover everyone. Although the god-level demon core could not allow him to understand the realm of the master, the god-level demon core allowed him to experience the power of the master. The absolute power filled his heart with endless hope, staring at Sikong Haoxuan's back and was ready to move.

Sikong Haoxuan, who was moving, suddenly stopped, and his green light flashed his fingers in the air. Everyone stared at his movements in confusion, only a blood mark appeared out of thin air on Luo Tian's forehead, and a drop of blood beads blocked his sight. He was sweating coldly in his heart, because a few words appeared directly in his soul, "Next time, you will go find your companion." Luo Tian couldn't understand what power made this character that he didn't recognize, but could understand the meaning appeared in his mind. He knelt behind Sikong Haoxuan with trembling, and did not dare to look up.

Sikong Haoxuan, who was in charge of the soul seal, dared to be able to control the soul and damage the body through the medium, "Get up and keep the barrier."

Baron looked at Luo Tian in confusion and shouted, "Hey, mage. You are bleeding from your head and don't wipe it. You humans are really fragile."

Even Blue Miller felt that Baron's words were inappropriate and stomped him. Baron then woke up, looked at the cold-eyed guards of the Death Camp and explained weakly, "I didn't say you, you are my subordinates, how can you compare with the damn humans?"

Sikong Haoxuan couldn't stand this damn orc, and suddenly kicked him, "You stupid lion, if you talk too much, I will let Uman's child sleep with you every day."

Baron was shocked, looked at Sikong Haoxuan pitifully, and begged: "Young master, I won't talk anymore. No, I can't let Uman bully me with that damn bug."

He rubbed Sikong Haoxuan with his thumb and gave up his conversation with Baron and continued to move forward. Baron quickly closed his mouth and followed him, not caring about Blue Miller's contemptuous expression. The guards of the Dead Camp also shook their heads and sighed, "I'm not lucky, I'll have a captain with a problem with his mind."

The cold air became heavier and heavier as the stone stairs extended, and the humidity in the air gradually increased. Everyone could hear the sound of "swinging" water flow. "Underground Yin River?" Sikong Haoxuan became more and more interested in this cave. Such a gorgeous and complex cave is rare in any world, and it seems to contain itchy secrets.

With a turning point in the winding stone staircase, a four-meter-wide underground river appeared in front of everyone. The black and blue river water slapped the stone walls on both sides of the bank, making a "whirring" sound. Various stone curtains were hung on both sides of the exit from the stone staircase to the river bank. The stone curtains were as thin as veil, and they could vaguely see the river water through them.

Everyone followed Sikong Haoxuan to the riverside, staring at the river water flowing into the darkness, and couldn't help but feel a little cold in their hearts. They prayed that Sikong Haoxuan had the idea of ​​continuing to go deeper.

Bamer bent down and pulled down the skull of a corpse and threw it into the river. The skull was instantly covered with thin ice above the river. There was no sound when it fell into the water, and it sank very quickly at the landing point.

Bamo stared at Sikong Haoxuan nervously, afraid that he would step into the river like this, "Master, if the old servant is not wrong, this is a rare Netherworld Waterway in the mainland."

Sikong Haoxuan had already discovered that this river was not a kind place, emitting heavy cold air without freezing. The corpses and stones by the river were not frozen either. There was only one situation in his cognition, that is, the yin energy of the river was too heavy, and it suppressed the original cold air of the river. When he heard Bamo knowing the river, he turned around and said, "Nether Waterway?"

Baron, Lan Miller and others also stared at Bamo with great interest. Only Luo Tian seemed to have not responded from the tremor. Bamo explained to Sikong Haoxuan, "During the Mima Dynasty, there was a legend. It is said that the subsequent destination of various races in the continent was to sleep in a mysterious cemetery through a river composed of undeads."

After Bamer said this, Baron quit first and jumped up, "We orcs, our final destination can only be the embrace of the God of War."

Sikong Haoxuan rubbed his thumb with his thumb, "Balon, if you yell, I can send you to the God of War you worship now."

Under the interference of Sikong Haoxuan, Baron's voice became smaller and smaller, and finally became a muttering softly, "I admire the young master, and the God of War is just the destination of our orcs."

Lan Miller held his forehead and was surprised, "Baron didn't seem to have been in human society for a long time. Why did he learn how to flatter humans so quickly?"

Sikong Haoxuan ignored Balong, muttering in a low voice, and guessed in his heart, "This river with extremely heavy yin energy must be the underground Yin River, the fart Netherworld Waterway affected by countless corpses!"

Bamo looked at the deep cave where the river flowed into, "Master, the river water is very strange. The old servant can take a few people deep into the air."

Sikong Haoxuan wanted to shake his head, "The river water is too yin energy, and your insects are over it, and they cannot bear it even if they do not touch the river surface." He pointed to the many bones underground, "Can you use these bones to make a bone raft floating on the water surface?"

Bamo bowed and said, "This is easy for an alchemist, but Master, there is probably no object floating on the river."

Sikong Haoxuan kicked a skull into the river again, watched it sink quickly, and smiled, "I have a way to make it float." After saying that, a picture appeared in Sikong Haoxuan's mind. In the ancient prehistoric world, floods that ravaged the earth, and some weak waters that could sink their feathers threatened people's lives. But in this complex and dangerous environment, there are always many rafts with wizards engraved with wizards.

Bamo is worthy of being the alchemist thousand years ago. A moment later, a three-meter-wide raft of bones was placed in front of Sikong Haoxuan. In this world, if you have an understanding of the world and your understanding of material structure, no one can surpass the alchemist.

The bone raft is made perfectly, reflecting an alchemist's mentality of pursuing perfection. The connection between the bones is so harmonious, just as these bones are born together.

Sikong Haoxuan stared at the bone raft that could be called a work of art, and was deeply impressed by the mysterious alchemy of this world. He could not understand how these bones were perfectly combined. After admiring for a while, his fingers quickly flicked at the bone raft. The dark green characters fell into the bone raft, making the already terrifying bone raft reveal infinite strangeness.

When the surface of the bone raft was covered with characters with green flame seedlings, Sikong Haoxuan raised his foot and kicked it into the river. The thought of "even if it is not sunken, the river will be washed away." The bone raft actually floated against the river bank, without any intention of moving. If it weren't for the river water with a slow flowing speed, everyone would still think that it was still on the shore.
Chapter completed!