"You are not from the ghost market?"

When Duanmu Yawang said, frowned.

She has an excellent memory. She had been to the ghost market before and had noticed the guards at the entrance of the ghost city. At a glance, she recognized that these guards in front of her were not the same as any of the previous ones in the ghost market.

"Stop talking nonsense, if you don't want to die, leave here immediately!"

The man in the jet black mask warned coldly.

Duanmu Yawang's lips twitched lightly, and a sneer was written on her lips, "I want to return this sentence to you unchanged, and those who are acquainted will get out now."

The man snorted coldly and winked at the person next to him. Several people with good cultivation skills moved quickly and surrounded Duanmu Yawang's group.

The man wearing the black mask immediately ordered: "Since they don't listen to persuasion, they will kill without mercy!"

"Yes!"

Those people waved their weapons and swarmed!

Duanmuya didn't move while looking at her footsteps, shrugged, and said to the Buddhist scriptures: "I'll leave it to you."

"no problem."

"Quick fight and quick decision."

"good."

When the Brahma Sutra said, his old eyes stunned, and the crutches in his hand thumped on the ground. His strength was not too heavy, but a large section of the crutches fell into the ground!

For those who rushed over quickly, he felt like he hadn't seen him, closed his eyes and muttered silently, with a sound of ‘咻’, the spiritual pressure flashed, as if a huge mountain weighing heavily toward those people was pressing!

Those people who had rushed straight forward were immediately pressed so hard that they could not even breathe, their hands and weapons could not be held firmly, and they fell to the ground with a few clanging sounds. At the same time, they knelt on the ground with soft legs, dizzy. Hold your chest and breathe!

However, the matter was not over yet. At the same time when the spiritual pressure was released, with a bang, a powerful aura spread from under the crutches inserted into the ground from the Brahma Sutra!

"what!"

Those people not only didn't have the strength to fight back, but they didn't even have the strength to dodge. They were attacked straight, vomiting a few mouthfuls of blood, and fainted to death on the ground.

As soon as the Brahma Sutra was released, everything at the entrance of the ghost market was resolved.

Duan Muya raised her eyebrows and applauded; "Vatican Sutra, not bad, very powerful!"

This is the first time she has seen such a wide range of shots in the Sanskrit scriptures. As expected, God is God, and if you just use your hands, you can kill a large number of people in seconds!

For Duanmu Yawang’s compliment, the Brahma Sutra listened comfortably, and immediately patted her chest to make sure: "Xiao Yawang, there will be a chance in the future to let you meet even more powerful masters!"

"No, no, I'd better not have such an opportunity."

Once he used his Sanskrit scriptures, it also showed that things were not simple. Is her wish for world peace?

After speaking, without waiting for the Sanskrit scriptures to speak, he said: "The obstacle is cleared, let's go in."

"good."

The Brahma Sutra walked in the forefront, "Xiaoya hopes you will pay attention to prevent sudden attacks."

"OK."

Duanmu Yawang responded, holding a child in one hand, carefully observing the surrounding situation.

However, until they entered the ghost market, no one suddenly ran out.

However, the more they went to the ghost market, the more intense the fighting sound inside. They followed the fighting sound and found that the fighting sound came from an exhibition hall in the ghost market.

That exhibition hall, Duanmu Yawang passed by when he was invited into the VIP room. It was a very large hall, about the size of a football field with an 800-meter circular racetrack.

At first, she glanced at it, and the booth above displayed all kinds of treasures, including medicinal materials, medicines, and Lingshi Lingjing, as long as it was related to cultivation.

However, Duanmu Yawang hasn't really walked into the exhibition hall to look over.

Walking along the way, there was not a single person in the corridor, until I gradually approached the exhibition hall, and when I looked at the entrance of the exhibition hall, I discovered that there were more than a hundred people inside, waving weapons and fighting!

Duanmu Yawang did not go in immediately. He stood at the entrance of the exhibition hall and observed for a while, and found that these fighting people were divided into two groups, one group was a group of people in black and the other group was a group of people wearing various brocade robes. .

Those people wearing brocade gowns should be the ones who come to participate in special events in the ghost market, right?

Duanmu Yawang looked at the past, in a place where the fight was the most intense. A long distance away, he vaguely saw the figure of Chu Zichen. He was entangled with a few men in black clothes with good cultivation skills. Fighting.

Seeing Chu Zichen's precise moves, Duanmu Yawang heaved a sigh of relief, "It looks like he's okay."

"Sister, what are these?"

Suddenly, Huo Fei, who had been holding his hands, pointed in one direction.

Duanmu Yawang glanced in the direction that Huo Fei was pointing, and she saw a lot of squares lined up side by side in a far place.

Although separated by a long distance, it looks like a coffin!

Could it be that someone was caught, killed, locked in the coffin?

Duanmu Yawang thought about this, his heart sighed, and immediately said: "Go, I'll go and see!"

As he said, holding the hands of the two children, he wanted to go over and take a look.

At this moment, someone suddenly spotted them and shouted: "Who are you?"

Duanmu Ya frowned, before he had time to think, the people in black took a closer look and found that they had come in from the outside, and their faces were even more ugly. Thinking of the order given above, someone immediately shouted, "Kill them! Let them." Come in with fate, go out without fate!"

"Yes!"

A group of people in black rushed in.

Duanmu Yawang didn't move her eyelids for a moment, "Vatican Sutra, give me a cover, I'm going to see the situation of those coffins now."

"good."

The Brahma Sutra looked at the people in black and those who came to participate in special events. They were unevenly distributed. It was impossible to solve them all at once. In order not to hurt the innocent, he had to do it one by one.

Alas, I really wronged him, Master Sanskrit.

While sighing, the Brahma Sutra quickly covered this Duan Muya looking towards the place where the coffin was laid.

"Master, how come there are so many sarcophagi here?"

As the distance got closer, Xiao Bailu glanced at the sarcophagus and grasped Duanmu Yawang's hand tightly.

"Are you afraid?"

Duanmu Yawang noticed it, raised her eyebrows slightly, and asked in surprise.

In fact, she is not to blame for being surprised, after all, Xiao Bailu is a god, and he is afraid of these coffins.

"Why is Xiaoye scared?"

Little Bailu stiffened and hummed proudly, "My little master just thinks it's a bit weird here, it's so good, how come there are so many coffins here?"

After finishing talking, he pursed his mouth again, and grasped Duanmu Yawang's hands tightly: "But, for some reason, the closer you get, the more gloomy and cold you feel, which makes people weirdly unpleasant."