Boom! Bang!

With two roars, Zhao Yun and the mustache both landed.

After three or five seconds, the two of them got up. One was holding his chest and the other was holding on to his waist. They were swaying and dizzy. Mr. Zhao was okay, but his mustache almost fell apart on the spot.

Waiting to stand firm. .??.

To be restored to Qingming.

When they saw the scene in front of them, both of them were stunned. What they saw was darkness, with gray clouds and mist flying freely. The first impression was that they were in the land of Nine Netherworlds, cold and dead.

The mustache looks wonderful.

He had lived in a Taoist temple since he was a child, and he didn't even know that there was such a universe under the stone tablet. He even suspected that his master and even his ancestor had no knowledge of the seal on the stone tablet. If he knew, he would definitely tell him. After all,

By his generation, it was a single generation.

Zhao Yun said nothing, only looked around, and sometimes raised his eyes to look at the sky above, which was also gray and misty, covering his sight. This was not a world of space.

But here, there is a covering formation.

The mysterious force that was above and blocked him from seeing was this layer of clouds.

Woohoo.!

While I was watching, I suddenly felt a strong wind blowing, and there seemed to be a howling sound from a fierce ghost.

With his big eyes, he could see that they were really evil ghosts, crawling out from the ground, baring their teeth and claws, with ferocious faces, rushing towards them from all sides, trying to devour them and drag them into hell.

Gudong!

The mustache secretly swallowed a sip of saliva and subconsciously retreated until he was beside Zhao Yun, then he took out the Miaotian whisk. What do you mean, what is sealed here is a nest of fierce ghosts?

Compared to him, Mr. Zhao was much calmer. He picked up a bottle of wine and drank while looking up and down.

Kill!

The mustachioed man yelled and was the first to rush out. He held the fly whisk tightly in both hands and didn't have any moves, he just swung it around randomly.

Otherwise, it is a relic of the Immortal Family, and its power is quite impressive. A large number of ghosts were thrown away and exploded, and the screams were even more horrifying. The mustache holding a whisk in his hand instantly made him full of strength, and he was quite capable of sweeping thousands of armies.

Powerful, all I have to say is: Who else?

Snapped.!

When he was showing off his power, someone didn't know who slapped him in the face, which made stars shine in their eyes.

When he opened his eyes, he was stunned again.

There are no ghosts in this dark world.

"Are you awake?" Zhao Yun said leisurely.

"Illusion. Illusion?" The mustache looked confused.

Without saying a word, Zhao Yun sacrificed the lotus lamp and ignited it with his immortal power. The lotus fire was blazing, shining a golden lotus light, covering the two of them and extinguishing the hazy clouds.

The dim and hazy world became much clearer now. It was a piece of scorched earth with a radius of no more than a hundred feet.

"There is an altar." The mustache looked in one direction.

There is no need for him to say it, Zhao Yun also saw it.

Looking at the orientation of the altar, it corresponds to the stone tablet above, which is covered with dust from the years. On the altar, there are still four ancient copper pillars, all suspended by iron chains, locking a square iron box on it.

On the altar.

"This trip was not in vain."

Zhao Yun's eyes sparkled and he walked to the altar in a few steps.

The mustached man also followed, looking at him with a strange look.

"What is this?"

"Eight Buddhist Pagodas." Zhao Yun did not hide it.

That's right, this iron box is an eight-part pagoda. That's why I say that this trip was not in vain. If I hadn't come to Dilong Mountain, and if it hadn't been for an unexpected combination of circumstances to break the seal of the stone tablet, who would have known that there were eight pagodas and they were so well hidden.

, it’s strange to find it outside.

"This is the Eight-Bud Pagoda?"

The mustachioed man was startled. He seemed to have heard that this thing was the highest level seal in Buddhism. He never thought that his lineage actually had such a thing.

Compared with this, he was more curious about who was sealed in the iron box, who could activate the highest level seal of the Buddhist family. He was definitely not an ordinary person. He glanced at Mr. Zhao and looked at the guy's demeanor, so he should know who it was.

Click!

Zhao Yun had already taken action, cut off the iron chain, and took the iron box off the altar.

After the old man Xuanji, this is the fourth eight-part pagoda, and only four more are needed to complete it.

When he mentioned the other four, his eyes flashed.

He had a feeling that most of the four groups of people tonight were not here to snatch the Miaotian Whisk, but were coming to the Eight Pagodas. There were four groups of people from the Fire Dragon Clan, the Blood Clothes Sect, the Corpse Clan, and the Little Japanese Kingdom.

There are eight pagodas in three directions.

Counting the numbers, there are four of them here. If the Fire Dragon Clan, the Blood Clothes Sect and the Corpse Clan each have one, the total is seven. If this idea is correct, then the last one must be in the Little Sun Kingdom.

"Who is sealed here?" The mustache came closer.

"Go out and talk." Mr. Zhao smiled, collected the eight pagodas, turned around and took steps forward.

"It's so mysterious."

"It has too much to do with it. I'm afraid you will be so shocked that you won't be able to stand still."

"Just kidding, me."

"Be careful."

Before the mustache could finish speaking, Zhao Yun suddenly turned around and pulled him away with one hand. At the same moment, he used his soul sword to kill an oncoming blood glow. As for where this blood glow came from, he

It comes from that altar.

"Wow! Is there something under the altar?" the mustached man said in surprise.

Zhao Yun stood with his sword in hand, his eyes almost narrowed into a thin line, staring at the altar.

When he looked, the altar was buzzing and trembling, and blood burst out, like sword energy, wantonly

Slash in all directions.

He underestimated the seal on the stone tablet. What is really sealed here is not the eight pagodas, but the eight pagodas that seal another thing. If he takes away the eight pagodas, he has broken the formation, and another thing will come out.

That’s it!

boom!

The altar exploded, leaving a big hole.

After finishing the work, they saw a man covered in blood crawling out of the big hole. Zhao Yun and the mustache looked up at him. The bloody man was not small, about three meters tall. His eyes were huge, shining with a violent light, and his thighs and

There were blood-colored scales stuck to its chest, and it had fangs, which were terrifying. The violent energy and blood caused the heaven and earth to sway.

"Blood. Blood demon?" He saw the eight-character barbarian, and his heart trembled.

"Blood Demon?"

Zhao Yun murmured that he had read the introduction to the Blood Demon in the Demon Family Secret Scroll.

Hanging a demon character is a type of demon, and it is also an extremely ferocious demon. They live on blood and practice by devouring living beings. The more they devour, the stronger they become.

But there is a saying in the secret scroll that this lineage has been extinct for a long time, but there is still a legacy alive.

"Senior! You don't want to deceive the younger generation like this."

The corner of his mustache's mouth was straightened. Thinking about the past, he felt cold all over his body. Under the Taoist temple where he lived, there was actually a blood demon sealed inside. If he had known earlier, it would be weird if he could sleep!

But think about it, he brought this on himself.

He was about to leave, but he wanted to break the seal of the stone tablet.

It's good now, I've created a statue that's not very easy to mess with. Looking at the size of the blood demon and its imposing aura, you can tell that it's very powerful and terrifying. You can't tell the level of cultivation, but it's definitely stronger than the quasi-heaven realm.

"What pure blood."

The blood demon smiled faintly, licked his scarlet tongue, ignored the mustache, and stared at Zhao Yun. His huge eyes were full of bloodthirsty and greed. He was not stupid. He knew that Zhao Yun was more delicious than the mustache.

Heavenly blood, to him, is a gluttonous feast.

"Quasi Heaven Realm?"

"Tianwu realm?"

Zhao Yun kept murmuring in his heart. The state of this blood demon was more evil than he imagined. Looking at the aura, sometimes it was quasi-celestial level, sometimes it was Tianwu level. The pressure also changed back and forth between the two levels, but no matter how it changed, it could not cover up this

The fact that goods are terrible.

The ancestors of the Eight-Character Hu family are indeed very capable.

Such a terrifying blood demon can actually be sealed.
To be continued...