"Didn't it mean that the ghost tribe did not send troops to the demon fortress this time?"

Hearing Wanhun's words made Bai Zeyu's brow frown slightly.

There are not many records of the most mysterious ghost clan among the five major ghost clans. In the hundreds of years since entering the earth ghost world, the disciples of the Youmo Sect have encountered the Meimo Sect’s Ghost clan in a handful of times, which seems extremely mysterious. Even the territory of the Meimo Sect has not been found.

The only thing that can be determined is only two points.

First, the number of people in the Guigui Clan is rare, and it is said that it is less than one-tenth of the other four ghost clans, but the number of top masters is not inferior to the other four clans. This is also the reason why the other party can be ranked along with the five ghost clans.

Even if the other four tribes mention the Guigui clan, they will show fear, which shows the horror of the Guigui clan.

Second, according to the few records in the Demon Fortress, the clan members who only know that the Ghost Ghost clans are extremely powerful. The illusion and spiritual secret techniques they use are unpredictable. Many monks have died in a daze at the hands of the other party without even seeing the true bodies of the Ghost Ghost clan, which adds a mysterious color to the Ghost Clan.

Could it be that the Meigui Clan sent masters to station in this island in the middle of the lake?

There was no one around, so Bai Zeyu didn't need to cover up too much. The silver light film on his body was so bright that he tried to approach the fearful red and filthy miasma.

"Sizi..."

Carefully pulled a trace of Red and Mind Mice fell on the light film, and the low erosion sounded suddenly. Bai Zeyu's face changed, and he shot backward like a crossbow arrow, and his eyes looked at Red and Mind Mice became even more gloomy.

In just a moment of contact, the surface of the light film containing the power of space was corroded into a pothole, and there was an indescribable disgust filled Bai Zeyu's heart, and even the mobilization of mental power became a little difficult.

Bai Zeyu, who retreated to the sky above the lake, summoned the bone dragon and skeleton soldiers to guard the surroundings, sat cross-legged in the air, and sat down for a full cup of tea before he completely cleared the strangeness in his body.

"This red and filthy miasma is indeed well-known. No wonder even the Nascent Soul will die and disappear."

Bai Zeyu, who stood up again, looked at the thick red and filthy miasma in front of him, and couldn't help but mutter a few words in his heart.

After hesitating for a moment, Bai Zeyu waved his hand to recall all the bone dragon and skeleton soldiers, and then began to fly slowly towards one end along the edge of the island.

Even if the ghost tribe can control the red and filthy miasma to a certain extent, it is absolutely impossible to use this object to block all entrances and exits. Moreover, even Bai Zeyu was intimidated, and believed that the other monks would not be able to pass through it safely. If the Ghost Venerable could not come up with a solution, this action would obviously be a way to give up.

After one stick of incense, Bai Zeyu looked at the scene in front of him, and his face changed several times in succession.

As Bai Zeyu expected, four strange stone towers were built in the east of the island in the middle of the lake. The black air floated at the top of the tower, constantly revealing strange faces and ghosts, as if a large number of ghosts were hiding in the black air, twisting and wailing, wanting to ruin all creatures that were approaching.

With four stone towers as the corners, an invisible cube space is formed, which separates the red, dark, and filthy miasma on both sides.

With Bai Zeyu's eyes, you can see that there are many fully armed ghost tribes stationed in the space, and their bodies are covered with ferocious armor. It is impossible to see clearly what is hidden inside the armor.

The bodies of three incomplete monks were suspended in front of a stone tower in front of them, swaying in the wind, rendering the atmosphere very strange.

Two of them were the foundation-building monks who participated in this operation.

"Follow me!"

A powerful hand gently landed on Bai Zeyu's shoulder, which shocked Bai Zeyu. Just as he was about to explode, he heard the familiar voice of the Ghost Venerable, so he smoothed the surge of magic power again.

Is this the real strength of the Nascent Soul monk?

After following the demonic energy in front of him silently, Bai Zeyu's heart was extremely uneasy.

If the Ghost Venerable just now was an enemy, he might have already reached out to wipe his life before he could react.

Similarly, facing the space spell that is unfavorable to the golden elixir, it is probably very rough in the eyes of the Nascent Soul monk. It is probably just Bai Zeyu's imagination to escape his life in the hands of the Nascent Soul.

Alas, the road to cultivation is still a thrust by Taoist priests.

After walking for about a stick of incense, a huge rock that was dozens of feet in radius appeared in front of me. The light flashed on the huge rock, and a ban was arranged to block the green fog on the lake.

There were only a dozen people standing on the island, which was nearly one-third less than when they set off.

However, Nangong Caiyu and He Huangdong, who were most familiar to Bai Zeyu, were both among them. Seeing Bai Zeyu's appearance, both of them showed joy on their faces and nodded at Bai Zeyu.

"The level of caution of the ghost clan is beyond the expectations of the original deity. The ghost clan, who has always been unfair to ban formations, can actually use such methods. I am afraid that there must be a huge secret behind this."

The Ghost Venerable's words reminded Bai Zeyu of the Dharma King of the Tongtianhui who was lurking in the Demon Fortress, and the fallen man behind the other party.

Could it be that they secretly taught and helped the ghost clan, so that the ghost clan, who has always ignored the cultivation of all kinds of arts, has arranged such a large formation?

"What should we do next? Please tell me about the uncle."

Yang Yun saw that many monks had a desire to retreat on their faces and couldn't help but speak.

"In fact, I had sneaked into the island not long ago and made a secret arrangement. How could I stop the mere red and dark miasma?"

A powerful aura suddenly burst out from the whole body. With a solemn wave of his hand on his face, the void around him suddenly became distorted. It was not until a circle-sized portal appeared that the surroundings returned to the original scene.

Bai Zeyu's face remained calm, but when the ring appeared, Bai Zeyu clearly felt the fluctuations that were extremely similar to the teleportation array.

"This is the Void Gate, which is equivalent to a short-distance teleportation array. As long as you enter it, you can directly reach the interior of the island."

Many monks looked at each other, and no one dared to take a step for the moment.

"Only the monks who condensed the golden elixir can withstand the pressure generated by the teleportation of this Void Gate, so the foundation-building monks stay here to guard this gate."

The Ghost Venerable's words immediately made the foundation building present unable to hide his joy, and everyone should do so.

"It's you!"

The Ghost Venerable's eyes fell on Bai Zeyu.

"With your level of body refining, even ordinary golden elixir monks are not as good as you. They are enough to withstand the pressure. Let's go with us!"

Countless secret gloatings were immediately concentrated on Bai Zeyu.
Chapter completed!