"A ghost in the underworld!"

　　 For an instant, this thought came to Moqiu's mind.

　　 These alien auras are cold, gloomy, ghostly pure, without the slightest vitality that living creatures should have, and look terrifying, full of fear hidden deep in the hearts of creatures, like the rumored ghosts of the underworld.

　　 and they appear here...

　　 Shengzong really opened up the yin and yang realms?

　　The thought turns, Moqiu can't help but feel cold.

　　If this matter is true, then it will happen again tens of thousands of years ago. I don't know how many lives have been killed and all beings have been robbed.

　　 picked up the spirit creature in his hand, his brows frowned again.

　　According to the previous rules, once the spirit creatures of the Yunmeng Water Realm leave this realm, they will begin to dissipate their medicinal power and transform into mortal creatures a few years later.

　　 is inside, but it won’t pass.

　　 Now.

　　 The medicinal properties of the spiritual things are being lost. Doesn’t it mean...

　　 "Look!"

　　 Zhang Yan stretched out her hand and raised it, exclaiming loudly:

　　 "There seems to be the Longevity Mountain in the Seven Sacred Leagues of Yunmengchuan!"

　　 Don't ask to look up.

　　 saw the sky split, not only caused many ghosts to fall down, but also opened up the Ancestral Temple and the Yunmeng Water Realm, and even the Yunmeng River outside was also revealed.

　　 The Longevity Mountain is floating in the sky, and many streams of light flicker, and all kinds of spiritual thoughts are scanned inward, and the thoughts of the practitioners on it are chaotic.

as predicted.

　　 Yunmeng Water Realm has been connected with Yunmengchuan.

　　 In other words, something or existence that supports the Yunmeng Water Realm no longer exists. This has caused the instability of this realm, and the spiritual things in my hands have begun to fail.

　　 "The breath of living creatures!"

　　 Before I could think about it, an old, hoarse voice sounded not far away, and a gloomy aura fell on the two of them.

　　 This breath seems to be a condensation of death in itself, making people feel chilling.

　　 The two turned their heads sideways.

　　 The voice came from a giant five feet tall.

　　 The giant's skin and flesh are shriveled, and the head is very big, like a huge skeleton. There are ghost fires shaking in the hollow eyes, and he is holding a giant stick and looking at it from a distance.

　　 Its body is full of dead energy, and its existence is like a black hole, constantly devouring the breath of Yang.

　　 beside it, there are more than a dozen figures holding crutches, rickety bodies, one by one suspended in the air like a ghost.

　　 then.

　　 There are thousands of different kinds of aliens.

　　 "Kill evil spirits!"

　　 "Make a stick!"

　　 "Eater!"

　　 "The scavenger!"

　　 Many ghosts that should have appeared in the classics appeared in front of him one by one, making Mo Qiu's face more ugly.

"eat!"

　　 Accompanied by the whispering roar of the killing evil spirits, many evil spirits roared one after another, each holding a ghost soldier, like a group of ants, rushing towards the two of them.

　　 "What the hell?"

　　 Zhang Yan turned pale, subconsciously offering a flying sword, the sword light turned into a hundred feet long, and he went straight to kill the attacking ghost.

　　 "Peng!"

　　 "Puff puff..."

　　 The Sanyang Sword Art is the most powerful and yang, which is one of the many swordsmanship in Yunmengchuan. Zhang Yan himself is also the master of the golden core, and the flying sword is extremely sharp.

　　 swept across, and the front was immediately empty.

　　 Ordinary ghosts are in front of her, so they can't stand a blow!

　　 But these ghosts are born with the ability to escape into nothingness, and there are many strong ones, but many have escaped and continue to pounce.

　　 They don’t seem to know what fear is.

　　 Even if the companion dies, he remains indifferent.

　　Especially the killing evil spirit who spoke first, the strength is the strongest, and the only thing in his breath is the engulfing of living creatures.

　　 Even if he was blocked by the sword light, he continued to pounce.

　　 "You are right, it is indeed a ghost." Mo Qiu snorted lightly, squeezing his five fingers lightly, and the flames surging on his side suddenly curled up wildly.

　　 Flame Fire Dragon!

　　 "Boom!"

　　 The flames rolled out.

　　 The surrounding ghosts and one of them touched him, and his body immediately ignited blazing flames.

　　 Their struggles and roars are like raging fire. The flame power has not diminished, but it has become more and more powerful, until they are burnt.

　　 "Nine Fire Dragon!"

　　 Do not ask to bend his fingers out, the void on his side seems to be cracked, and the nine-headed fire dragon roars out and rushes.

　　 The flames burn, and ghosts and ghosts cannot hide.

　　The burned ghost once again turned into a ghost fire and was swallowed by the fire dragon.

"go!"

　　 Killed nearly ten thousand ghosts with one blow, without the slightest joy in Mo Qiu, Zhang Yan next to her long sleeves rolled up, turning into a streamer and flew forward.

　　 There are a lot of ghosts here, but fortunately, there are few strong ones.

　　 Kill a few batches at will, and you can find a place of temporary safety.

　　 But it is rare for people to kill the golden core easily like Mo Qiu. Not long after, the unwilling roar of practitioners has been heard from the depths of this ancestral temple.

　　 Depending on the situation, many people were killed.

　　 "It's over there!"

　　 Zhang Yan was held by Mo Qiu, her pretty face turned red, and she suddenly reached out and pointed forward:

　　 "The place my grandpa said is over there!"

"Oh?"

　　 Don't ask to raise eyebrows.

　　 He had planned to take the opportunity to retreat, and even fortunately returned to Yunmengchuan, far away from this place of right and wrong, but he didn't want to behave right away and got near his destination.

　　 The breath of Jin Dan and even the real Yuan Ying in the distance is about to move, but there are not many masters nearby, so you might as well go and take a look.

　　 Now, the light folds in the air, and goes straight to Zhang Yan's point.

　　 That is a hall.

　　 The main hall was supposed to be hidden in the void, hidden in an unknowable place, but now the entire ancestral temple is beginning to shake, and the Yunmeng Water Realm is also abnormal.

　　 This palace is also revealed.

　　Because the space rules are unstable, it sometimes appears and sometimes disappears, and it looks extremely strange.

　　 There are many ghosts around the main hall, but as Mo Qiu takes control of the fire dragon swept through, they were wiped out in the blink of an eye.

　　 "Da!"

　　 The light fell, showing two people and one dog.

"right here?"

　　 Don't ask for frowning.

　　 The hall in front of him has long been dilapidated, the upper dome has disappeared, and most of the eighteen top beams and giant pillars have also collapsed.

　　 There is nothing but a few stone carvings on the wall.

　　 "Should...should be."

　　 Zhang Yan hesitated, shook the rags in the handshake, and said:

　　 "My grandfather said that there is a coffin here, and this piece of clothing was obtained from the coffin. Why is it not there? Is it possible to find the wrong place?"

"Time is running out!"

　　 Do not ask to frown, raised his head and looked at the sky.

　　 Through such a slow-breathing space, the Yunmeng Water Realm has begun to slowly integrate with Yunmengchuan, and countless ghosts have begun to rush towards the Longevity Mountain.

　　 Densely dense, boundless ghosts, full of ultimate death, like a black ink invading the sky crazily, it makes the scalp numb.

　　 The flashing aura on the Longevity Mountain was crazily eaten by them, and almost all the monks scattered outside were overwhelmed by ghosts.

　　 There are more than ghosts falling from the sky.

　　 There are still many corpses of practitioners!

　　 "Boom!"

　　 Suddenly, two horrible auras filled the space between the heavens and the earth, a scarlet white and a misty sword light, crushing many ghosts like cutting rice.

　　 Yuanying!

　　 "Amitabha!"

　　In the distance, a group of people chanted the Buddha's name, and walked in strides, tens of miles away, under the light of the Buddha, many ghosts melted one after another.

　　 laugh Maitreya!

　　 "Crack..."

　　 The thunder light pulsed, purging the evil spirits.

　　 Along with a figure falling, dozens of powerful ghosts were swept away by one blow.

　　 Junlei real person!

　　Four Yuan Ying!

　　 The breath of the real Yuan Ying filled the space between the heavens and the earth, even if they were thousands of miles apart, it made Moqiu breathless, and the power of the mana was awkward.

　　 The power of Yuan Ying is so terrifying?

　　 "So courageous!"

　　 In the void, there was a sharp anger.

　　 Immediately trembling in the void, a giant burst open, holding a copper staff of more than fifty meters, and slammed it down towards the real person Jun Lei.

　　 "Go to death!"

　　 "Peng!"

"when…"

　　 Thunder light smashed the man, blasting the giant away by hundreds of feet, but looking closely at this person's body, he was completely unscathed by the Thunder Summoned by the real Yuan Ying.

　　 is the real person Jun Lei, who was swept away by the opponent with a stick, and immediately groaned, but he was swept straight for more than a hundred miles.

　　 The smoke purged all the way, smashing into a passage.

　　 "Venerable Underworld?"

　　 Laughing Maitreya narrowed his eyes, pinched the Buddha seal in his hand, and the Buddha light appeared behind him. A statue of Dharma slowly flew out, rolling up the Buddha light to welcome the people.

　　 "Boom..."

　　 Aura is surging, and the Qi machine is in chaos.

　　 The battlefield where the real Yuan Ying fought against each other is nearby, and Mo Qiu two are like lambs in the wolf den, and their hearts are uneasy.

　　 As for the core situation of the battlefield, even with unpredictable eyesight, it is not true.

"go!"

　　 With a low cry, don't ask the golden core in the body to tremble, mana drew the five-color magic knife, and swiped it towards the hall in front of him with his arm.

　　 The five-color sword light surged.

　　 "Rumble..."

　　 The walls and stone pillars collapsed, and the field was in ruins in the blink of an eye.

"what?"

　　 The two people who were about to leave suddenly looked suspicious and looked at the court.

　　 There is no coffin as Zhang Yan said in the ruins, but there are more than a dozen lifelike stone figures.

　　 The stone man is wearing heavy armor, holding a knife and gun, with sharp eyes, and making a forward thrust, as if he is going to confront others, but he is set in place and is a fossilized statue.

　　 The exquisite stone man is not special.

　　 But it can't be destroyed under the slash of the five-color magic sword, which is a bit weird.

To know.

　　 The Heavenly Thunder Sword, which was originally not for the imperial envoy, was a magic weapon. It was all cracked by the old ancestor of the scattered flower with a five-color magic sword. How can a small stone block its power?

　　 "These stone figures seem to be sculptures on the wall just now?"

　　 Zhang Yan thoughtfully:

　　 "It seems that they are not just sculptures, but the whole person, but how do they blend into the wall?"

　　 "It's really weird."

　　Don't beg to nod, move your eyes:

　　 "There are characters here, they are ancient seals, which are already rare."

　　 The situation is urgent, and he can't take much care of it, so he immediately retells the text:

　　 "Tian Ting Dou Bu Nan Dou Liu Si Bei Lavender Myrtle is stationed in Already..."

　　 "Huh!"

　　 Before he finished his words, the white dog that had been silent beside him suddenly pierced out, whimpering and biting towards the stone man with his open fangs.

　　 "Crack!"

　　 The stone man, who can't even smash the five-color magic sword, is vulnerable to a single blow under the white dog's teeth, and is broken by one of them.

　　 It not only bites, but also scratches its claws and sweeps its tail, just like a madman, desperately venting to a dozen stone men in the field.

　　 "Peng!"

　　 "click..."

　　 One stone man shattered one after another.

　　 suddenly.

　　 As a stone man holding a stone book fell to the ground, the book in its hand cracked, and a golden light burst out of it.

　　The golden light is pure and deceptive.

　　 is just a flash, and the vitality of the surrounding world seems to have undergone some special changes.

　　 Do not ask for a bright eye, immediately stretched out his hand and took the golden light.

　　 is a golden page.

　　 "Om..."

　　 suddenly.

　　The golden pages of the book bloomed with infinite aura, one after another, piercing the netherworld, rushing straight into the sky, and even the real Yuan Ying's fight was suppressed.

　　 There are many runes in the Aura one after another.

　　 Just a glance, the viewer's mind has a lot of ideas, and the puzzles in the past exercises are all clear.

"what is that?"

"what happened?"

　　 "Treasure?"

　　 For a time, there was silence in the field.

　　 Even the crazy ghost froze on the spot.

　　 The real Yuan Ying, who was killing himself, also stopped his movements and looked surprised.

　　 "I think, I remember somewhere that described this situation." The real person Jun Lei held Thunder in his hand, his eyes flashed and looked in the direction of the aura.

　　 "Little monk remembers too!"

　　 Laughing Maitreya put his hands together and spoke slowly:

　　 "When the Seven Holy League Lingbao swallowed the sky gourd, it was like this!"

　　 Lingbao?

　　 Yunmengchuan has only one Lingbao.

　　 is the swallowing gourd of the Seven Holy League!

　　 The spiritual treasure was also found from the ancestral temple. Now, is there a second one?

　　 The two looked at each other, and they both saw the enthusiasm in each other's eyes.

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