Fight to Po: Emperor Yang

The black sun slowly went out, and Wei Yang's figure appeared.

The domain dissipated, and the lake water and the cold air flooded and covered it again.

"Although this strange snake is not very strong, its attack is very sharp. The Yin-cold water arrows are condensed from the Yin-cold power and are extremely powerful. If you are hit by it accidentally, even a semi-saint will feel uncomfortable." Wei Yang flashed over and said.

"This Nine Netherworld is indeed not an ordinary place." Xiao Yan nodded.

"Let's go."

The two of them moved, swooped down quickly, and continued to go deeper into the bottom of the underworld.

After walking for a while, they looked down and found that at the end, there was a faint light.

The two of them became alert and quickly sped up again.

Although the Black Sun Disaster just now killed all those strange snakes, it also consumed a lot of Wei Yang's fighting spirit, making his originally abundant fighting spirit become a little tight at this moment.

After a while, they finally appeared at the place where the light appeared.

Swish!

Stop.

"Is this the bottom of the Nine Netherworld?"

What appeared before them was an extremely vast and desolate sandy and rocky ground.

Countless gravel of all sizes were spread out all over the place, emitting bits of bright light. It was because of this that this place seemed quite bright.

"We started from the abyss of the beast domain and walked for about half a day before we entered the Nether Snake vein. Then we dived into the depths of the veins and entered the cold wind abyss. We went down for another ten minutes before we arrived at the Nine Nether Springs. We went deeper into the Nine Nether Springs until we reached the bottom."

Wei Yang sighed: "I'm afraid we are already in the deepest part of the earth at this moment."

“Well, the bottom of the Nine Netherworld should be connected to the extremely yin veins deeper in the earth, which is why such a special environment is formed. If we go deeper into that place, we will probably be frozen into ice.” Xiao Yan glanced at the bottom of the Yellow Spring and nodded.

Then the two of them slowed down and began to search for the so-called Yellow Spring Blood Crystal at the bottom of the Yellow Spring.

However, what surprised them was that after they scanned all places, they did not find even a single piece of Yellow Spring Blood Crystal.

“There is no Yellow Spring Blood Crystal here at all. Could it be that all of them were taken away by the Nine Netherworld Python Clan?” After searching for a long time without any results, Xiao Yan’s face suddenly became a little ugly.

They had gone through so much trouble to get here, so were they going to return empty-handed in the end?

Wei Yang remained silent, looking around, searching silently.

There is a poor guy trapped here.

"Ah~Help. Help me"

Suddenly, an extremely faint moaning sound came into the ears of the two people through the water.

Ok?

Wei Yang raised his eyebrows and thought to himself, here it comes.

"Who?" Hearing this faint cry for help, Xiao Yan's expression suddenly changed. The fighting spirit in his body burst out with a bang, and his eyes slowly scanned the surroundings vigilantly.

There is actually someone else here?

Why didn't they notice anything?

However, when Xiao Yan was fully focused, the sound completely disappeared, as if what he had heard before was just an illusion.

"Senior Brother, did you hear it just now?" Xiao Yan looked around and asked softly.

Such a strange thing happened at the bottom of the underworld that made him feel a little creepy.

"I heard it." Wei Yang nodded, slowly lowered his head, landed, and stepped on the sandy ground.

After a slight pause, he suddenly grabbed the ground below with his palm.

Wow~

With Wei Yang's grab, the sandy ground was immediately overturned.

As the sand and rocks surged, a huge iron chain that was hundreds of feet long was suddenly exposed.

“What is this?!” Xiao Yan’s pupils shrank when he saw the huge chain buried underground.

Wei Yang narrowed his eyes slightly, grabbed the chain in the air, and slowly pulled it out.

As the chains were pulled out, the ground in other places suddenly shook, and then three huge chains rose from the sand.

As the four chains were completely pulled out, it could be found that they were all connected to the huge mountains around them.

Wei Yang tried to pull it with a little force, but found that he couldn't move it at all.

"Senior Brother, look there!" Xiao Yan's gaze was not on where the chains were locked, but was fixed on the central position where the four chains converged.

There, there was a large mass of dark mud.

Oh?

Looking at the mud, Wei Yang waved his hand and the mud was shaken away.

As the silt dissipated, something inside was revealed, and it turned out to be a person.

A man entangled in chains, his body as dry as a skeleton.

"Although this person is weak, judging from the faint aura he exudes, he is undoubtedly a Douluo Saint, two-star, or three-star? How could such a strong man be locked up here?" Looking at the skeleton-like figure, Xiao Yan's eyes flashed with shock and he muttered.

"He is a two-star Douluo." Wei Yang nodded slightly.

"Save me, save me, save me, and I will make the entire Nine Netherworld Python Clan serve you as their master!"

When Wei Yang and the other man were looking at the withered figure, his eyes, which were sunken deep in his eye sockets, suddenly opened. He looked at the two of them with a somewhat crazy look, and a hoarse roar resounded from the bottom of the underworld.

It was like the howling of a ghost, and its miserable appearance gave people a sense of goosebumps.

Wei Yang and the other man said nothing. Instead, they looked with some curiosity at the shriveled figure who was struggling constantly under the chains.

After a long while, Wei Yang slowly loosened the chain in his hand and asked calmly, "Who are you? Why are you locked here?"

Wow~

As the chains were loosened, they naturally fell down, and the withered figure also fell to the ground.

Huhu~

The skeleton-like figure seemed to have consumed a lot of his energy in the struggle and roaring before. After falling, he finally sat up with some difficulty after a while, his chest heaving rapidly as he gasped.

Wei Yang and the other man could feel that extremely cold energy was constantly emanating from the four huge chains, continuously consuming the fighting spirit in the withered figure's body.

This causes the opponent to always be in an extremely weak state, unable to recover, but at the same time it will not cost him his life. He is always kept hanging on, and can only survive in this permanent consumption.

"The people who imprisoned this guy are really cruel. Killing him is just a crime. Even if his bones are crushed to dust, it's nothing. But what kind of hatred or grudge does he have to be tortured like this? This is simply a fate worse than death. It's too cruel!" Xiao Yan sighed softly.

I didn't expect to encounter such a thing at the bottom of the underworld.

"Save me, I am Yao Ming, the leader of the Nine Netherworld Python Clan."

The skeleton-like figure panted for a moment, then finally spoke.

His voice was extremely hoarse, like sand and gravel rubbing against glass, extremely harsh and unpleasant to the ear.

It was as if he hadn't spoken for hundreds or thousands of years, and even his pronunciation was a little unclear.

"Save me, save me. As long as you are willing to save me from this place, I will agree to anything you ask for."

The man who called himself Yao Ming stared at Wei Yang and the other man with an almost pleading look and said.

His eyes moved between the two of them for a while, and finally stopped on Wei Yang.

He could feel that among the two young fighting saints, Wei Yang was clearly the strongest.