The cold air descends and the ground freezes.

Layers of frost spread along the footsteps of the evil ghost dragon stepping by, and the Ghost King led them as if they were performing a huge and terrifying ceremony.

Although I don’t know what the Ghost King wants to do, if he knows that if he succeeds, the entire Hainei Pass will be gone.

Bai Yuyi: "What should I do?"

Wang Qilang: "I can only give it a try!"

He reached into his arms and pulled the rope that had been hanging around his neck.

Then there was expectation and a smile in his eyes.

Holding up what he grasped with his palm, a thousand-foot-thunder light burst out from his hands.

This is a figure from the three heroes of Chizhou in the past, the Daojun of Changsheng. At that time, he was able to exist in a state of existence that was comparable to Master Taixuan and the sword immortal Gu Ruobai.

Both of them were left behind. The sword immortal Gu Ruobai refined the immortal sword, and the monk Jialan refined the golden body of the Buddhist sect.

In the end, although both of them died at the hands of Huo Shanhai, their reputation would not be degraded.

The Buddha's light shines through the sea and dispels the darkness.

All the ghosts stopped one after another when they were bathed in the Buddha's light.

"Ah!" The evil ghost, who was full of resentment, burst out of cursed spirit, suddenly showed a comfortable cry.

One by one, the wailing evil spirits raised their heads and let themselves bathe in the Buddha's light.

"Save." Looking straight at the Buddha's light, all the evil spirits became quiet, and simultaneously showed the same expression of joy.

"The sun is coming." They didn't know what it was, they just felt as if the sun shone on their bodies at the same time, dispelling all the chills.

I don’t know how long they have never felt the warmth of the sun.

Finally, he closed his eyes a little bit.

"I don't have to leave at last."

At the same time, the ghost and god furnace that was smashed out flew back.

He opened the furnace cover and pointed it at the earth, and the rolling smoke spun out and filled the city.

The ghosts who looked up at the Buddha's light were put into the ghost furnace.

The evil ghost dragon was broken, and the ceremony the Ghost King wanted to perform was also over, and he lost one of the greatest strength.

When the Ghost King saw that the ghost under his seat was taken away, he immediately moved.

The black shadows under his feet seemed to come alive, spreading across the earth, swallowing ghosts one after another.

The two of them seemed to be robbing each other, and they divided the ghosts standing still on the ground.

There were only two people left on the last road.

One end is the Ghost King and the other end is Wang Qilang.

The Ghost King turned around and looked up high.

The Yin-Yang diagram under the cap lit up and pointed it at Wang Qilang.

"The Buddha's light... shines everywhere?"

"How could... appear in the Central Plains?"

Wang Qilang held the relics and met tit-for-tat.

The statue of the Holy Ape behind him appeared, staring at the Ghost King in the darkness.

“Retreat or not!”

If the Ghost King does not retreat, he will have to take over the cause and effect of the monk Jialan and transform into a Buddhist golden body on the spot.

Even if he had to take over the cause and effect and calculations of people like Jialan, he would do whatever he wanted.

The Ghost King's illusory cloak kept shaking in the cold wind, but his figure was like a statue without any change.

He was hesitating, but finally made a decision.

He turned around.

The black shadows under the feet squirmed, as if they opened a staircase leading to the earth.

It sank into the earth step by step, disappearing without a trace—

Dog Luo Guolijing.

There is a theater built in the palace, which is wider and magnificent than the palace. The tall stage is enough to accommodate dozens or hundreds of people on the stage.

A group of actors wore gorgeous clothes mainly in dark colors and were painted with heavy oil paint on their faces.

The opera on the stage is performed by the Ten Kingdoms of Demon Land, with a strong exotic color at the opening of the accent.

The large theater was filled with lamps, illuminating the tall building brightly.

I don’t know why I can’t feel any prosperity and luxury joy, but instead make people feel extremely depressed.

Maybe it's because.

There was no crowd or cheering applause in the audience, because there was only one audience member.

This is an old man with a short head, wearing a black gauze hat and a black cross-collar robe.

The robe is very simple, with only patterns embroidered on the edges.

Although she has black hair, her face is full of pleated wrinkles.

Unlike the immortal with a crane-haired and child-faced look in the Central Plains Taoist Sect, the opposite is true. What I feel from him is a strong gloom.

Yin Wuji sat alone in the stands.

Seeing this drama that I have watched countless times, the local accent is still so familiar, and the past is still deeply rooted in my mind, but it is impossible for him to go back.

I recalled a sentence in a daze.

"Do you know why the Demon Sect was destroyed?" Cang Lao's voice came into his mind.

"Because we are weak, they are strong." The answer was a tender voice, but it was filled with deep hatred.

The old voice told him: "It's not just weak, but because we don't have ghost immortals."

"The immortal immortal."

"This world is the nine states of the Central Plains of the Taoist sect or the ten kingdoms of the Demonic Land."

"Only immortals can dominate everything, and only immortals can control their own destiny and life and death."

A tender voice asked, "How can I become a ghost immortal?"

The other party replied: "Only by refining the eyes of the earth veins and turning into the nine netherworlds of the underworld can the gates of immortality be opened."

"This is the orthodox way of immortality."

"But the Ten Kingdoms of Demon Land have already occupied the Great Dragon of the Ten Directions. It was the Earth Eye passed down from the Middle Ages and was the position of the Immortal Dao Fruit."

"So no matter how sensible you are, you cannot become an immortal, let alone fight against them."

"Leave the Demonic Land."

"Never come back."

A man suddenly ran in outside and waved to the stage.

The people on the stage immediately stopped and retreated to the back.

The visitor walked to Yin Wuji's side with an exaggerated smile on his back, just like a clown on the stage.

"National Master."

"Good news, good news!"

"We have found the Yin-Yang Ghost King and the Dragon Soul Corpse God. They finally appeared after they escaped from the Yinsha Cave."

Yin Wuji still looked at the stage: "Yin and Yang Ghost King."

"Dragon Soul Corpse God."

"These two dead objects have actually activated their spiritual intelligence. Since I can refine them, I will naturally be able to hold them."

"They can't escape, so they have to come back sooner or later."

The other party hesitated for a moment, and then said carefully.

"But they are attacking Hainei Pass, and they should... maybe... want to escape into the Central Plains."

Yin Wuji turned his head and looked at the other party, as if he had guessed something.

"Attack Hainei Pass?"

"wrong."

Yin Wuji stood up: "They didn't want to escape into the Central Plains. The Yin-Yang Ghost King and the Dragon Soul Corpse God could not leave within a thousand miles of the Yinsha Cave, so they could not escape at all."

"They want the Immortal Sect of the Eternal Life to deal with me."

The old man in black robe said coldly: "The immortal gate of the immortal was dormant for a long time, and his sudden rise was unexpected by everyone."

"Master Taixuan, Emperor Fengdu, one sect and two immortals."

"These two things are a good opportunity."
Chapter completed!