The mountain-protecting formation finally could no longer hold up.
The energy shield collapsed and turned into thousands of fragments, falling one after another like a blizzard.
The black dragon's breath continued unabated and blasted onto the Qingxu Palace.
The magnificent Qingxu Palace exploded instantly.
The dragon's breath is like a black flood, carrying the building debris and rolling down.
In front of Qingxu Mountain, without the mountain guard formation blocking it, eighteen hundred-meter-tall giant evil spirits roared towards them.
Ten thousand Yin Cavalry launched a charge.
Rumble.
The black wave of death is approaching.
Yuan Xuzi finally came to his senses and roared loudly, "What are you doing standing still here? Come on!"
However, no matter they were the returnees or ordinary disciples, everyone was stunned on the spot, dumbfounded.
Fear has engulfed them.
The gate of hell, the hundred-meter-tall evil ghost, the ferocious Yin soldiers, the black dragon... all of this is beyond their understanding and acceptance.
Isn't that something that only exists in legends?
How could these things exist in this world?
Those who are mentally fragile are running away with their heads in their hands.
Some timid ones knelt on the ground and banged their heads on the ground, "It's fake, it's fake, it's all fake, I'm dreaming, wake up, wake up!"
There were also many people who turned around and ran away.
Yuan Xuzi crushed more than a dozen escaping disciples from the air, his eyes turned red, "You can't run away! If you don't kill these things, you will be the ones who die!"
"If you work hard, you still have a chance to survive!"
A third-level disciple shouted, "Master is right, we have no way to retreat!"
With that said, he took out his magic weapon and flew out.
More than forty third-level returnees also gritted their teeth and rushed towards the Yin soldiers.
With the leader taking the lead, the rest of the Qi Refiners and Warriors roared angrily, emboldened themselves, and charged forward like crazy.
But more people were completely frightened, and their feet were completely unable to control themselves. Whether they wanted to escape or fight, they were unable to move their bodies.
In situations of extreme fear, people cannot defeat their instincts without a strong will.
"A bunch of trash!"
A flash of madness flashed in Yuan Xuzi's eyes, "Do you think I bought the title of Immortal with money?"
He opened his mouth and spit out a gourd.
The gourd swells in the wind and turns into a giant creature hundreds of meters long.
Yuan Xuzi shouted loudly: "Sick!"
From the gourd's mouth, a fairy sword flew out, the sword body was next to the sword body, and the sword tail was connected to the sword head, densely packed.
A steady stream of fairy swords flew out from the gourd's mouth, covering the sky and the earth.
The swords flying in the sky are vast and boundless.
The swords on the ground are like gray lines on grass and snakes, stretching endlessly.
Puff puff puff.
A giant evil ghost crashed into the tide of fairy swords.
Puff puff puff puff.
The fairy sword penetrated into its huge body and exploded, leaving hundreds of holes.
The hole was burned by the immortal energy, making a sizzling sound, and the hole kept getting bigger. At the same time, Yin energy continued to get into the hole to make up for it, but it was not as fast as the burning speed.
The giant evil ghost rushed hundreds of meters, finally couldn't hold on and fell to the ground.
The fairy sword swept towards the Yin Soldier Legion.
The remaining seventeen giant evil ghosts jumped up suddenly and landed in front of the Yin soldiers. They condensed giant shields with Yin energy, blocked them in front of them, and rushed forward.
The fairy sword was like a rainbow, hitting the giant shield and exploding with a bang. Dense holes appeared in the huge Yin Qi shield, and the fairy sword penetrated the giant shield and hit the evil ghost.
The evil ghost's face became more ferocious, its huge body leaned forward, and it stepped out step by step with a giant shield on its head.
With the evil ghosts blocking the fairy sword, the ten thousand Yin Soldiers and Ghost Riders finally came into contact with the returning ancestors of Qingxu Palace who were rushing towards them.
Meng Yi pulled out his bronze sword and shouted: "Kill!"
"kill!"
"kill!"
"kill!"
Ten thousand Yin soldiers roared.
The evil spirit is soaring to the sky.
On the long line of contact, the most brutal fighting broke out in an instant.
Watching the giant evil spirits fall down one after another, Yuan Xuzi laughed wildly and said: "Hahahaha, the so-called Yin soldiers, the so-called underworld, are nothing more than that! Is there anything more powerful? I have just finished warming up! Don't let it go
I’m so disappointed!”
The door to hell is closed.
Li Xiang stood with his hands behind his back.
Looking at the battlefield ahead, and then at the shouting Yuan Xuzi, he said calmly: "This is the end of the training. It's time to end."
King Yama bowed and said: "Yam Luo accepts the order."
Hei Wuchang brought the inkstone.
Bai Wuchang held up the judge's pen.
Judge Cui opened the book of life and death.
Yan Luo picked up his pen, dipped ink on the inkstone, and was slightly startled when he found Yuan Xuzi's name.
"This Yuan Xuzi's real name is actually Wang Tiezhu. He is a bit... rustic."
However, this is not important.
King Yama shook his head slightly, picked up his pen, and added the date behind the birth date of "Wang Tiezhu".
‘September of the Gengwu Year…’
Every time I write a word, the pen in my hand becomes heavier.
King Yama frowned, a flash of anger flashed in his eyes, he held the pen tightly, exerted force in his hand, and continued writing:
"September 12th..."
There were fine beads of sweat on Yama's forehead.
He gritted his teeth and changed from holding the pen with one hand to holding the pen with both hands.
"Chou, hour, three, moment."
King Yama swayed and almost fell to the ground.
A powerful yin energy penetrated into his body.
King Yama then stood firm, cupped his hands to Li Xiang and said, "Thank you, Emperor."
He turned around and looked at the Book of Life and Death.
It is the third quarter of the twelfth lunar month in the Gengwu year!
With these words fell on the book of life and death.
A quiet breath flew out from the book of life and death, passed through a distance of tens of kilometers, and disappeared into the center of Yuan Xuzi's eyebrows.
Yuan Xuzi, who was shouting arrogantly, was stunned when he felt a gray shadow appear in his soul, which expanded rapidly like a disease spot.
Severe pain followed.
Yuan Xuzi was horrified in his heart, roared loudly, and the immortal energy surged out of his body, turning into a giant sword and slashing into the void in front of him.
However, there was nothing in front of him.
Yuan Xuzi used his spiritual consciousness to explore and found out that there were black thin threads, one end connected to his body and the other end connected to the distance.
He looked along the direction of those black threads and happened to see the huge ghost gate.
These black threads were untied and chaotic. No matter what methods he used, he could not break free.
And within the soul, the black area was getting bigger and bigger, swallowing up his soul at a speed visible to the naked eye.
Yuan Xuzi became weaker and weaker, and his face became extremely pale.
He was so horrified that he didn't care about anything else and actually got into the gourd and fled far away.
The door to hell is closed.
The three words "Wang Tiezhu" on the Book of Life and Death actually came to life, stood up out of thin air, rolled and crawled, and escaped from the Book of Life and Death.
King Yama snorted coldly. Before these three words fell to the ground, he reached out with one hand, grabbed them, and slapped them on the book of life and death.
Then he picked up the judge's pen, stroked it and made a cross on the three characters "Wang Tiezhu".
Those three words kept struggling, trying to escape, but were suppressed by the black "X".
After struggling for a moment, he finally lost all strength and lay flat on the book of life and death.
King Yama counted with his fingers and found that the time had come.
The huge gourd that had escaped thousands of kilometers suddenly fell.
The gourd hit a mountain and rolled to the ground.
Yuan Xuzi's body fell out of the gourd's mouth and lay softly on the ground, motionless.
A small soul appeared on the corpse and was about to escape when something suddenly hit him on the head.
Boom!
The little soul looked up and saw a thick stick hanging above his head.
Boom.
Another knock.
Soul's body swayed, and before he could react, he only felt pain in his body. He looked down and saw an iron hook hooking his collarbone.
The iron hook is connected to the iron chain, and the other end of the iron chain is being held by a ghost dressed in black and wearing a high hat.
The little soul was so excited.
Bai Wuchang picked up the mourning stick and turned to leave.
Hei Wuchang pulled the hook and said, "It's time to hit the road!"
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