Chapter 608: Ruined Wooden House

Next, the two of them walked together.

When three people walk together, there must be one who is my teacher!

Unfortunately, in this area, even if Nie Wushuang released his divine thoughts, he could not sense the other person.

His divine thoughts were not far away.

However, in the Nine Nether Prison, the space is distorted. Unlike the real world, there are no rules. The length, width and height of the three dimensions determine the spatial distance. Here, many distances in the physical sense are actually meaningless.

It's like a person's random thoughts, sometimes thinking about food, sometimes thinking about beautiful women, and sometimes even thinking about shit. There is no way to fix it.

Thoughts are random and difficult to fix.

The Nine Nether Prison is also like this. The spatial distance is distorted, which means it changes at any time. The thought falls a hundred feet away, and in a blink of an eye, it may go a thousand miles away.

Moreover, there are many black holes in the Nine Nether Prison. When the thought passes, it will be swallowed by the black hole, just like the soul is cut off a little breath. Even if Nie Wushuang has almost endless divine thoughts, he can't avoid the rules of the Nine Nether Prison.

So, he simply stopped sending out divine thoughts.

The ruins seemed endless, and everything was like this. The speed of the two was not slow. Su Wanjun was dressed in red and flew in the sky like a burning cloud. I don’t know if it was the power of the Blood Sea Guanyin. She flew for a long time before coming down. She touched the ground and flew up again.

Nie Wushuang was different. He didn’t fly.

He just walked on the ground. However, with one step, he would appear hundreds of feet away. Like a shadow, Su Wanjun flew in the air with all her strength, but she couldn’t get rid of Nie Wushuang. In fact, she was the one chasing him.

What the hell?

Flying in the sky is not as fast as walking on the ground?

Is this the white-robed priest of Xuanyin Temple?

Could it be that the power of Xuanyin Great God can be preserved in Jiuyou Prison and is not affected by the rules of Jiuyou Prison.

Otherwise, how could this be?

Unless this kid cultivates himself like those crazy people who don’t believe in God, and is an undercover from the immortal gate?

This thought flashed in Su Wanjun’s mind.

Crazy?

How is it possible!

If the other party is an undercover agent of the immortal sect, it is impossible for him to get the favor of the Xuanyin Great God, let alone pick up the Jiuyou Platform to break the gate and enter the Jiuyou Prison. Although those guys cultivate themselves, they can't be indifferent to such a powerful divine rendering.

In fact, what Su Wanjun didn't know was that Nie Wushuang was already suppressing her realm. If he let go of all his strength, he would lose her in one step. She couldn't even see the shadow of Nie Wushuang's taillights.

Suddenly, Nie Wushuang stopped and stood in place.

Su Wanjun flew out, drew an arc in the air, and flew back, saying with a serious expression.

"What's wrong with you?"

There are many strange things in the Jiuyou Prison. Sometimes they will suddenly appear without any logic or rules. If you are unlucky and meet them, it is hard to say what will happen.

Seeing that Nie Wushuang didn't move, Su Wanjun thought he was hit.

"It's okay!"

Nie Wushuang shook his head.

He turned his head and looked to one side. There was a temple there. Like other temples around, it was collapsed, with only broken eaves and walls. However, there was a small wooden house surrounded by the broken eaves and walls.

The small wooden house was intact, but it was not as majestic as the temple at all. It looked very ordinary and there was no terrifying aura.

This was an ordinary wooden house that had not collapsed.

Su Wanjun also looked over there and did not feel any aura. However, in the sea of ​​consciousness, the sea of ​​blood was surging.

The statue of the Blood Sea Guanyin floated out of the sea of ​​blood.

This was a warning from the gods.

In other words, there were fragments of the godhood hidden in this small wooden house. However, if you want to devour these fragments of the godhood and sacrifice them to the gods.

It's very difficult!

The Blood Sea Guanyin that Su Wanjun believed in was also ranked among the demons, much more powerful than the Great God Xuanyin. However, at this moment, the divinity that remained in the sea of ​​consciousness also fluctuated, warning Su Wanjun.

Of course, there was also desire in the rolling sea of ​​blood.

If this fragment of the godhead is sacrificed, Xuehai Guanyin will definitely be very satisfied, but Xuehai Guanyin does not think that her believer can succeed. After all, the gods know best what the believer's strength is.

Oh, Nie Wushuang is an exception.

Like Su Wanjun, there is a trace of Xuehai Guanyin's divinity in her sea of ​​consciousness. To some extent, Xuehai Guanyin's consciousness is also in it, but now it is a seed and has not sprouted, so it can only respond passively.

Nie Wushuang is different. The owner of the divinity of Xuanyin Great God in his sea of ​​consciousness is himself. There is no consciousness of Xuanyin Great God in it. Xuanyin Great God's consciousness is locked in the Wuxiang Miao incarnation of the Black Emperor by him, and is still in ignorance.

Greed!

Well, this is the desire of Nie Wushuang's clone.

It smells good!

I want to eat it!

Nie Wushuang's clone has no self-awareness, and all consciousness is Nie Wushuang himself. However, this kind of desire impulse is the first time he has seen it. It's a bit like a newborn baby, with an extremely pure desire for food.

What makes him so hungry?

This is why Nie Wushuang stopped, and he walked towards the small wooden house in the ruins.

No!

These two words echoed in Su Wanjun's heart, but she didn't shout them out.

Although they were fellow travelers, they were not really fellow travelers. Originally, Su Wanjun wanted to cooperate with Nie Wushuang to rush to the central area. There were several terrifying beings on the road, guys like the wailing monster, and it was a bit difficult to deal with them alone.

It would be much better to have a helper.

And if there is any problem, you can also abandon the other party and take the blame, no problem.

What friendship can be talked about between the disciples of the Saint Sect?

There is no need!

However, Su Wanjun has given up this plan now.

The main reason is that the white-robed priest of the Xuanyin Temple is hard to figure out, and his behavior is even crazier than those disciples who came from the blood sea and corpse mountain. You know, even in the Demon Sect, the disciples of the blood sea and corpse mountain are the crazier ones.

Anyway, with the warning, Su Wanjun will not go to the cabin to die.

If this disciple of the Xuanyin Temple named Ye Xunqi wants to die, then let him go, just watch the show on the side.

I hope I can sense how terrible the existence in the cabin is.

Therefore, Su Wanjun did not shout out, but let Nie Wushuang walk towards the cabin until he came to the cabin.

However, he did not go in.

The cabin was a bit low, and Nie Wushuang had to lower his head to enter the house.

However, he just stood there without lowering his head. Well, this is the scene of the ruins in Su Wanjun's sight.

In Nie Wushuang's eyes, the scene of the ruins is very different.

The originally collapsed temple has now become intact in his eyes, extremely majestic, not only in sight, but also in perception.

The cabin has become a pyramid, which is where the altar is.

Inside, there is a terrifying breath, rolling towards him.