I, Suiren, will teach Ziyi how to make stockings.

Ye Chongren pursed his lips slightly, a hint of helplessness on his face, and said: "Okay, in that case, I'll go there myself."

"Wait." Just as Ye Chongren was about to turn around and leave, the nagging mother-in-law suddenly spoke.

"What's wrong?" Ye Chongren stopped, turned around and asked in confusion.

"These are the magic weapons and elixirs, as well as some magical skills from these people. See if they can help you." As she said that, the Wrathful Po casually threw out a Qiankun Ring, which drew an arc in the air and flew towards Ye Chongren.

Ye Chongren took the Qiankun Ring and was a little surprised. He didn't expect that in such a fierce battle, the old woman would still think of him and save and collect these resources for him.

The old woman's attitude towards me seems to be better than before. Is it because I helped her recover her memory?

"Thank you." Ye Chongren waved to the resentful woman and turned to leave.

At this moment, the formation suddenly lit up with light. Ye Chongren frowned slightly, feeling annoyed, and cursed inwardly: "What a damn dog-skin plaster! When I am strong enough, I will definitely kill you!"

Then, he shouted at the old woman again: "Old woman... help me stop this guy, it would be better to kill him!"

At this time, Ye Wang had just arrived here and hadn't even seen the shadow of Ye Chongren, but he felt a powerful pressure coming towards him.

He looked down at the bloody scene on the ground and was stunned for a moment, with a hint of shock on his face.

Then he looked up and saw an old woman sitting there quietly.

However, he could not see through this person's strength. Instead, he felt that this person exuded an indescribable strange aura, which made him feel vaguely uneasy.

"Did you see anyone coming here through the formation just now?" Ye Wang asked, his tone calm and gentle, without any of the arrogance of those who relied on their strength to look down on others.

This is why he was chosen as the protector.

The resentful old woman hunched over and coughed violently a few times, the sound of which sounded like the sound of an old bellows.

Then he slowly stood up, his face full of wrinkles, and said, "Are you talking about Ye Chongren?"

When Ye Wang heard this, his eyes, which had been as deep as the abyss, instantly lit up, and he asked anxiously, "Do you know? Where did he go?"

"Come here... I'll tell you." The old woman stretched out a dry hand towards Ye Wang and waved gently. The hoarse voice seemed to come from the rotten ground, carrying a hint of strange breath.

Ye Wang became cautious instinctively. Looking at the unusual behavior of the old woman, he suddenly became suspicious.

Just as he was hesitating whether to get closer, the scene in front of him suddenly changed. The figure of the old woman who was originally standing in front of him suddenly dissipated like a wisp of smoke and completely disappeared from his sight.

The next second, Ye Wang felt a chill running up his spine. The chill was as if the god of death was standing next to his ear, blowing a breath of cold air gently, making his hair stand on end.

His heart suddenly tightened, and he pushed his feet hard on the ground. He rushed forward like an arrow, trying his best to distance himself from the hidden danger behind him.

When he turned around quickly, all he could see was a vague and blurry afterimage.

Before he could react further, the ghostly figure of the evil woman appeared behind him again.

This time, Ye Wang didn’t even have time to think. He only felt a terrifying palm force like a tidal wave surging towards him from behind.

The palm force, with the power to destroy the world, hit his back hard.

Ye Wang felt that all his internal organs were shifting and churning under this blow, and his whole body flew forward uncontrollably.

He stomped his feet on the ground several times, stirring up a cloud of dust. After finally steadying himself, he found himself a thousand meters away.

The moment he raised his head, the whole world seemed to be suddenly stirred by an invisible giant hand.

The scene before him was like a false curtain being torn open. Behind the curtain was a terrifying purgatory where dark red and black were intertwined.

However, the purgatory did not bring him the scorching heat he had imagined, but a bone-chilling cold that penetrated deep into his bones and could steal his heart, as if to freeze his soul into ice.

Then, a series of hoarse and deep voices came from all directions, echoing continuously in this strange space:

"Welcome to Zero Realm!"