The moment the spiritual consciousness returns to its original body, it exhaled a long breath of turbid air.

Staying in that dark environment for a long time will gradually make people's consciousness become darker.

Liu Wuxie unexpectedly expected that the Hell Temple would become like this.

Judging from the evolution of the Temple of Hell, it is far from reaching the most perfect level.

Since there is a region, there should be a passage for reincarnation, a bridge of Naihe, and a river of stycoons.

These have not evolved yet, proving that the Temple of Hell is still in its growth stage.

Getting rid of the attack of the Nether Clan, Liu Wuxie accelerated the speed.

The dead tribes had no memories, and Liu Wuxie could not find more information about the Palace of the Pluto.

Like a headless fly, flying everywhere.

"Where the place where the Nether Bead Grass lives, the soil is relatively humid and the humidity is heavier there."

Liu Wuxie stopped and felt the changes in the air. He found that the air on the left was much humid.

The Luosha tribe and Kou Biao chased each other closely behind. As Liu Wuxie's speed continued to accelerate, they lost again.

"I'm so angry that I'm so angry. Why is this Liu Wuxie not disturbed by the Nether Clan?"

A saint son stood beside Kou Biao, waving his fists fiercely.

Their speed is far faster than that of Liu Wuxie. They will definitely catch up with him when they are on the road. But a large number of Nether tribes are constantly causing trouble for them.

"Commander Luo, I just felt a power of hell."

Ten masters of the Rakshasa clan stood together, one of them walked towards Luohu and whispered.

Just now, they were far apart, and what they felt was not very obvious, and they vaguely felt the breath of hell.

The Temple of Hell is born to be the nemesis of the ten races in the world of reincarnation.

Especially for the Nether Clan, Ghost Clan, Dead Clan, and Hell Temple, there is natural suppression.

Luohu nodded and felt it himself.

This is the Palace of Pluto, and their information cannot be conveyed.

Outside the woods, Yue Qianchou and Du Qiu and others were anxious.

It's been almost a day since I entered, so why is there no news?

"Would we send someone in and have a look?"

Du Qiu looked at Yue Qianchou. Their Rakshasa tribe had a large number of people and signaled them to send someone in to check it out.

Yue Qianchou ignored Du Qiu, but instead chatted secretly with the saint and several masters of the Rakshasa clan.

"Commander Yue, will they enter the Palace of Pluto?"

Several senior Rakshasa officials standing aside asked.

When Yue Qian heard the Palace of the Hades, he frowned and had a bad premonition.

Entering the Palace of the Holy One means that they cannot come out alive. Wouldn't the Gala divine dagger be lost in the Palace of the Holy One forever?

Qingmuling looked at Yue Qianchou, waiting for his answer.

"Don't worry, Saint, Rahu will definitely get the Gala dagger and walk out of the Palace of the Hades alive."

Yue Qianchou still believes in Luohu more.

The reason why he sent Luohu in was that Luohu accidentally entered the territory of the underworld and walked out of the woods safely.

Liu Wuxie's speed was still accelerating, and a large number of black water droplets appeared around the air.

"It should be nearby."

The speed gradually slowed down and the ground became softer, as if it was stepping on a cotton field.

The numbness of his legs became more and more serious, and the Nether Poison had already penetrated into his bone marrow.

The Book of Heavenly Dao jumped suddenly, and only when encountering a crisis will the Book of Heavenly Dao warn you.

Before Su Niang could remind her, a thin palm came to Liu Wuxie in the air.

There was no sign, as if this big hand had been lurking here, waiting for Liu Wuxie to come.

Faced with the big hand that was grabbing him, Liu Wuxie was prepared.
Chapter completed!