The sky is filled with gunpowder smoke and flames of war. It seems like an ancient battlefield. The sky and the earth seem to be stained red with blood. Traces of the war can be seen everywhere, some dilapidated cities, collapsed buildings, and desolate people. Looking around, it looks like a desolate scene.
Ghost world, this is the ghost world.
Yan Moling is an important fortress in the ghost world. All ghost cultivators in the ghost world know that this place is a forbidden area connected to the eighteenth level of hell. There are usually hundreds of highly skilled ghost cultivators guarding here.
Prevent the seal of the Eighteen Hells from being destroyed.
But on this day, the entire Yan Mo Ridge was not peaceful.
In the sky of Yan Moling, large blood clouds condensed into a huge vortex of blood clouds. The vortex was like a devil's huge mouth, swallowing up the world. At this moment, groups of people dressed in black emerged from the vortex of blood clouds.
A's ghost cultivators staged a battle in the sky above Yan Moling.[
The shouts of killing shook the sky, and the whole world was turned red by the killing.
The ones fighting against these black-armored ghost cultivators are a group of cultivators dressed in white. Familiar ghost cultivators know that these ghost cultivators in white are the law enforcers of the ghost world and are known as ghost immortals.
The cry of killing resounded from heaven to earth. A large group of white-robed ghost cultivators and a group of black-armored ghost cultivators fought fiercely. The corpses of several ghost cultivators were penetrated and dissipated into the void. The ghost cultivators were completely condensed by their souls and did not leave any physical body after death.
He fell down, but his soul was scattered.
"brush!"
A black shadow rushed into the group of ghosts and immortals. The black sword in his hand was raised, and the black sword light swept out. Dozens of white-clothed ghost cultivators were chopped into smoke on the spot.
"Hahahaha, can you stop me? It won't just increase the casualties." The black-armored ghost cultivator laughed and said, standing in mid-air, pointing the black knife in his hand, as if there were thousands of troops, and the large group behind him
The black-armored ghost cultivator rushed forward to kill him.
"Return to hell immediately, or your souls will be scattered!" Two ghost cultivators in white robes came through the air. They seemed to be the leaders of these ghosts and immortals, each holding a long sword with a sinister air in their hands.
, and charged towards the leader of the black-armored ghost Xiu.
"Hahaha!" The leader of the black-armored ghost cultivator laughed loudly, waved the black knife in his hand and charged forward to meet the two ghost-immortal leaders.
The war was about to break out. The Yin Swords in the hands of the two ghost immortal leaders swept away the mighty death energy. The death energy condensed into two sharp sword lights and killed the black-armored ghost cultivator.
The black-armored ghost cultivator held a black sword in his hand, and his figure was as erratic as a ghost. He dodged two sword beams and fought with the black sword.
Three figures criss-crossed in mid-air. The black-armored ghost cultivators were fighting one against two, but they were not at a disadvantage. A huge sword shadow slashed down like a slash to the sky and the earth, and the two leaders of the ghost immortals were suddenly swept away.
The soul body trembled.
"Ha! Back then, you sent me to the eighteenth level of hell, and now I've made your souls fly away!" The black-armored ghost cultivator laughed ferociously. The black knife in his hand shook, and the soul power spurted out, and the black sword light penetrated the sky and the earth.
Cut it up.
The two ghost and fairy leaders suddenly changed their colors and backed away.
At this moment, a figure stood in front of the two of them. The figure was also dressed in white, and even his long hair was silver-white. A terrifying wave of soul power emitted from his body, which seemed to be...
It stirred up the world and made it tremble.
"Lord Qiao Ming." The two ghost and fairy leaders behind him immediately showed joy on their faces.
Facing the black sword light that split the sky and the earth, the ghost cultivator named Qiao Ming faintly raised his palm, and a terrifying soul power surged out, tearing the black sword light into pieces.
, dissipated into the void.
"What on earth do you evildoers from hell want to do!?" The ghost cultivator named Qiao Ming shouted with a cold face.
"Come out and get some air!" the black-armored ghost cultivator said with a smile, holding the black sword.
Qiao Ming's eyes flashed with dark light, and he said coldly: "Go back now to save you from death, otherwise you will die for your rebellion." As he said that, a purple scimitar appeared in Qiao Ming's hand, and a faint purple light lingered like lightning.
On the blade.[
"Hey, let's see if you have what it takes." The black-armored ghost cultivator said with a smile, without saying too much, the black knife shook and he killed again.
"Being stubborn without regrets leads to rebellion!" Qiao Ming snorted coldly, and slashed at the black-armored ghost cultivator with the purple scimitar in his hand.
Two purple-black sword lights shot out and collided in mid-air. A violent wave of soul power came out, and some ghost cultivators who had no time to dodge were stirred in on the spot. Their souls collapsed and their souls were scattered.
The ghost cultivator named Qiao Ming and the black-armored ghost cultivator stepped back. Qiao Ming's face remained normal, but the black-armored ghost cultivator trembled violently. He shook his numb arm and said
: "I do have some skills, let you try my ancient martial arts secrets!"
After the words fell, the soul power in the black-armored ghost cultivator fluctuated violently, the black knife in his hand buzzed, and a black crow totem as black as ink appeared behind the black-armored ghost cultivator's body. At this moment, the black-armored ghost cultivator
His momentum suddenly nearly doubled.
"You bastard, I'm here to help you!"
With a childish sound, a point of light flew out of the blood-colored vortex high in the sky. Among the points of light, a child the size of a palm shouted. The child, the size of a palm, was covered in glittering and translucent skin, and he was holding a small stone in his arms.
His body is several times taller than the spiritual tree.
"Kill! Kill them to death!"
The palm-sized child waved his hand, and within the bloody whirlpool, a group of ghost cultivators dressed in blood robes and carrying huge scythes rushed out. They immediately merged into the battlefield and started a fierce battle with the group of ghost immortals from the ghost world.
"Whatever you are here to do, I can handle it." The black-armored ghost Xiu cast a blank look at the child carrying the spirit tree and said dissatisfiedly.
"My sister said she was afraid that if you patronize Dese, you might suffer a loss." The child said with a smile.
The black-armored ghost cultivator scolded lightly, and the black crow totem behind him was beating like black flames. The black-armored ghost cultivator said: "I will deal with this bastard in mourning right away!"
After saying that, the black-armored ghost cultivator soared into the sky, and the black crow totem behind him flew out and flew directly towards Qiao Ming. A black crow flew out of the totem, soaring up like a roc, and his hands shook.
, stirring up a breath of death.
Qiao Ming's face changed slightly, and his soul power was crazily poured into the purple scimitar in his hand. The purple scimitar trembled lightly and buzzed. A purple sword light shot out and turned into a purple dragon and flew out.
, shaking its head and tail, like a solid body, colliding with the black.
The dragon and the black crow fought, and the dragon's roar and the cry of death resounded in the void. In a loud explosion, the black crow was torn to pieces by the dragon. The dragon roared and rushed towards the black-armored ghost cultivator again.
.But even so, the shadow of the dragon became much weaker.
"My dear, I blocked the ancient martial art. The weapon in that boy's hand must be extraordinary." The black-armored ghost cultivator said.
The purple dragon pounced with its teeth and claws, and at this moment, the void suddenly fluctuated strangely. Immediately afterwards, a blood-red crack appeared, and the sky seemed to be broken into a big hole. A terrifying wave swept out from the crack.
.
The purple dragon bore the brunt and was torn into pieces by this terrifying wave on the spot.
"What is this!?" Qiao Ming, the black-armored ghost cultivator and the palm-sized child were all shocked.
A powerful sound of wind and thunder surged out from the crack in the void. This sound made all the fighting ghost cultivators stop their hands and cast a surprised look towards this side.
"Boom!"
There were bursts of wind and thunder, and in the blood-red crack in the void, a huge portal emerged from it, filled with deathly energy. The old and simple door appeared in this space, but there was still a sense of vicissitudes of life in the deathly energy.
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"Guimenguan!" Qiao Ming immediately lost his composure: "Why did Guimenguan appear here!? Could it be that an outsider broke into the ghost world!"
"Boom!"
The heavy door slowly opened, and a figure walked out. It was a young man with long hair flying, and his body was covered with a light purple aura. There were seven purple stars suspended above his head, and a trail of stars fell down.
The light curtain protected him.
As soon as the young man with seven stars on his head appeared, the ghost gate behind him retracted into the cracks in the void with a sound of wind and thunder. Then, the cracks in the void closed, and the sky returned to silence.
“Back again”
Zhuge Buliang opened his arms, took a deep breath, opened his eyes, and the rich purple energy in his pupils flashed past.
But then, Zhuge Buliang was startled by the scene in front of him, and immediately shouted: "Holy crap, where did you teleport me to!?"
The black-armored ghost cultivator and the child carrying the spiritual tree were staring unblinkingly at Zhuge Buliang who poked his head out of the ghost gate. They were silent. Finally, the black-armored ghost cultivator shouted: "
Boss Zhuge, that’s Boss Zhuge!”
"It's the boy who suffered a thousand cuts. Why did he come to the ghost world again?" The child carrying the spiritual tree also stared in surprise with a pair of cute eyes.
Hearing the call, Zhuge Buliang looked towards the black-armored ghost cultivator, the expression on his face instantly froze, and he said in surprise: "You are Wang Bawen, and you have the little ginseng fruit."
The black-armored ghost cultivator and the child carrying the spiritual tree were none other than Wang Bawen and Little Ginsengguo, who had shared hardships with Zhuge Buliang in the eighteenth level of hell. Wang Bawen worshiped the ghost king, and
Little Ginseng Fruit follows another controller of the Eighteenth Level of Hell, Queen Yan.
"Did I go to the wrong place? This is the eighteenth level of hell, not the ghost world?" Zhuge Li scratched his head stupidly and glanced around.
"Boss Zhuge, why did you come to the ghost world? You are not dead, right?" Wang Bawen and Xiao Ginsengguo stared at each other with big eyes.
"Hey, who are you!? Why are you trespassing in the ghost world!?" Qiao Ming looked coldly and pointed the purple scimitar in his hand at Zhuge Buliang. "Ghost world? Is this really the ghost world? Then you are not on the 18th floor.
Stay in hell, what are you going to do in the ghost world!?" Zhuge Buliang ignored Qiao Ming and continued to chat with Wang Bawen and Xiao Ginsengguo.
Qiao Ming looked livid and shouted: "Let me ask you! You came here through the ghost gate. Who are you and why did you break into the ghost world!"