Cai Lin: Holy Maiden of the Nine Netherworld Python Clan; If Others Can Take the Chief Wife's Seat, Why Can't I?

The Nine Nether Yellow Springs.

Xiao Yan narrowed his eyes slightly. With one arm around Cai Lin's supple, slender waist, he raised his other hand and gently clenched it toward the distance. A ferocious fire dragon roared forth, swallowing and destroying the pitch-black yin snake.

"To think there are creatures living this deep underground. I thought this was a land of death."

Yao Lao stroked his beard, studying the fire dragon formed from essence fire with keen interest, his eyes gleaming. It certainly lived up to what Xuan Kongzi had called that "strange fire."

It was constructed from a mysterious kind of spiritual power, yet embodied the simplicity of the great Dao, as though it were the foundational fire of this world. To produce such tangible flames-this boy was clearly extraordinary...

No wonder he had risen like a sudden army in such a short time. He truly was no ordinary fellow.

"Let's go. Down to the bottom of the Nine Nether Yellow Springs..."

Xiao Yan casually crushed another black snake. It scattered into crystalline fragments, yet seemed to gather again through the chilling power of the Nine Nether Yellow Springs and lunged at him.

"Could these things be manifestations of the Nine Nether Yellow Springs' consciousness?"

As the three descended, countless black snakes suddenly surged out around them and pounced. Even Yao Lao frowned slightly. A cold flame poured from his body, clearing an empty zone through the surrounding snakes amid a series of hissing pops.

"Go!"

Yao Chen gave a low shout. Xiao Yan did not hesitate either. Holding Medusa, he unleashed the Golden Crow Rainbow Transformation Technique at full strength. The Pale Golden Wings on his back shuddered, and he became a streak of golden light that whistled downward.

Yao Chen stroked his beard, cleared away some of