Three and a Half Years Old is Pampered by Eight Uncles

Chapter 1151-1160

Chapter 1151: Mystery in Search of the Truth

Jing Zhan, who is in the netherworld, is passionate, and there is a heat in his heart.

The yin power of the netherworld is much stronger than that of the yang world, and Jingzhan who has been in an environment of lack of cultivation resources for a long time is like a fish on the shore for a long time.

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

One year...

In such an environment, even if you don't do anything, just give him a year!

Jing Zhan is confident, it only takes one year, and he will definitely be able to break through the current realm, because he now feels that something is faintly loose! !

Jing Zhan doesn't know at all at this moment...

He only needs to stay in the netherworld for a year, and three years have passed in the human world, and the day he goes up is the day he dies.

Wanli frowned, and Jing Zhan didn't listen to a few words, she was unhappy.

The "fairy" had a cold face, secretly thinking about the temperament of the Emperor Xudu, and said lightly: "Can you tell me where the Immeasurable Spirit Spring is now?"

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

Gritting his teeth, Jing Zhan took the first step to share his own drop of immeasurable spiritual spring.

The Immeasurable Spirit Spring is a very anti-heaven resource in the entire Netherworld, and it can cultivate the soul, which is one of the most valuable things for the cultivators of the Netherworld.

How could Wanli resist?

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

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

Wanli suddenly had murderous intentions in her eyes: "You are fooling me?" Listening

to the ghost abyss, people at the level of Hades did not dare to go down.

Taking the initiative to listen to the ghost abyss is no different from committing suicide.

Jing Zhan shook his head: "I didn't lie to you. My immeasurable spiritual spring was obtained from the Listening Ghost Abyss, where the immeasurable spiritual spring is not only rich, but because no one can go down, there are so many spiritual springs that converge into a waterfall.

He talked about the original opportunity, and finally said very frankly: "I know the way to listen to the ghost abyss, you need to be patient and wait..."

Wanli didn't look like a fake when she looked at Jing Zhan, and when she heard that there was a whole Lingquan Waterfall, she was already moved.

"Okay, I'll trust you for now!"

The two of them rushed towards the abyss of listening ghosts.


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Kunlun, the ancestor of all mountains.

According to legend, Fuxi and Nuwa once took refuge from floods on Kunlun Mountain and hit the world hard.

Ancient books have recorded Kunlun Mountain many times, but according to the route calculation, the Kunlun Mountain mentioned in ancient books, especially the mythology, is inconsistent with the address of Kunlun Mountain in reality.Some people put forward two hypotheses, one is the theory of time and space, because time and space are different, so the actual Kunlun Mountain is inconsistent.

Another theory is the enchantment theory, some people believe that the real sacred mountain Kunlun in the mythological ancient books was hidden, so it disappeared without a trace, leaving only an ordinary majestic 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 wanted immortality but couldn't do it.

Until he saw this mountain with his own eyes in the netherworld - "The Classic of Mountains and Seas" describes the appearance of Kunlun Mountain as a pillar leading straight to the sky, corresponding to the Big Dipper, which is the location of the royal capital of Fuxi and the residence of the gods, and the Yao Chi of the West Queen Mother is located in

the hinterland of Kunlun Mountain.

Si Yiran looked at the giant mountain in front of him, it was the shape of a pillar that reached the sky, and the top of the mountain suddenly broke off, but it was somewhat similar to Corrugated Mountain, but Corrugated 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 heavenly divine mountain, how can it be in the netherworld..."

Si Yiran suppressed the shock in his heart, and it took half a month to finally go from seeing the sacred mountain to really entering the sacred mountain.

At the foot of Kunlun Mountain, magnanimity does not know tens of thousands of miles.

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

A 14-year-old boy is at his most energetic, even if he crushes his knees, he refuses to bend his spine, how can Si Yiran be willing to climb in?!

In order to catch up with Su Bao's footsteps, he worked hard for so many years uninterruptedly and secretly, and even went back to take a look occasionally, 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 as if he was about to forget Su Bao's appearance, and the only thing that did not go out was when he listened to the ghost abyss, and Su Bao's bright light was always on the tip of his heart.

Thinking of these, Si Yiran made a difficult step by step.

There was a soft click, his bones made a crushing sound, and Si Yiran's face turned pale, and the pain almost drowned him.

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

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

who the hell was he!

[Meng man: This paragraph is a bit difficult to compile... No, it's hard to write, let me think about it, there are two more chapters later, but it's late, don't wait, it's the same when you get up tomorrow morning! Chirp? 】