Do Not Seek Fairy Fate

Chapter 613 Spirit Treasure

"Ghosts from the underworld!"

For a moment, this thought came to Mo Qiu's mind.

These alien auras are cold, gloomy, pure ghost aura, without the slightest vitality that a living thing should have, and their appearance is hideous and terrifying, full of fear hidden deep in the hearts of creatures, very much like the ghosts of the underworld in the rumors.

And here they are...

Did Shengzong really break through the two realms of Yin and Yang?

As the thought turned, Mo Qiu couldn't help but feel a chill in his heart.

If this is true, then what happened tens of thousands of years ago will be repeated again. I don’t know how many lives have been lost because of this, and all sentient beings have been robbed.

Picking up the spiritual object in his hand, his brows frowned again.

According to the previous rules, once the spiritual creatures in Yunmeng Water Realm leave this realm, they will start to dissipate the medicinal power and turn into mortal things after a few years.

In, but not passing away.

now.

The medicinal properties of spiritual things are losing, doesn't it mean...

"Look!"

Zhang Yan stretched out her hand and exclaimed loudly:

"It seems to be the Longevity Mountain among the Seven Saints of Yunmengchuan!"

Don't look up.

But seeing the sky split open, not only let many ghosts fall down, but also opened up the ancestral temple and Yunmeng Water Realm, and even the outside Yunmengchuan was revealed.

The Longevity Mountain floats in the sky, with many streamers flickering, all kinds of spiritual thoughts glance inward, and the surprised and uncertain thoughts of the practitioners on it are chaotic.

as expected.

Yunmeng Water Realm has already connected with Yunmengchuan.

In other words, something that supported the Yunmeng Water Realm may have existed, but it no longer existed, which led to the instability of this realm, and the spiritual objects in his hands began to fail.

"The breath of living things!"

Before he had time to think about it, an old, hoarse voice sounded from not far away, and an eerie aura fell on the two of them.

This aura seems to be the concentration of death itself, which makes people feel chilly.

The two looked sideways.

The voice came from a giant five feet tall.

The giant's skin and flesh were shriveled, and his head was huge, like a huge skeleton. There were will-o'-the-wisps shaking in the hollows of his eyes, and he was looking at this place from a distance with a giant stick in his hand.

Its body is full of dead energy, and its existence is like a black hole, constantly devouring the breath belonging to the world.

Beside it, there are more than a dozen figures holding crutches and hunched bodies, floating in the air like ghosts and ghosts.

thereafter.

There are thousands of different types.

"Kill the evil spirits!"

"Use the stick!"

"Hair eater!"

"Scavenger!"

Many ghosts that were supposed to appear in the classics appeared before his eyes one by one, making Mo Qiu's face even more ugly.

"eat!"

Accompanied by the low-pitched roar of the killing ghost, many ghosts screamed one after another, each armed with ghost soldiers, rushing towards the two of them like a swarm of ants.

"What the hell?"

Zhang Yan's face turned pale, and she subconsciously sacrificed the flying sword. The light of the sword turned into a length of hundreds of feet, and went straight to kill the attacking ghost.

"Peng!"

"Puff..."

The Three Suns Sword Art is Zhi Gang Zhi Yang, it is the best of Yun Mengchuan's many swordsmanship, Zhang Yan himself is also a master of Jindan, and the flying sword that is carried with him is even more sharp.

With a sweep, the front was immediately empty.

Ordinary ghosts are completely vulnerable in front of her!

However, these ghosts are born with the ability to escape into nothingness, and there are many strong ones, but there are also many who escaped unharmed and continued to pounce.

They don't seem to know what fear is.

Even if his companion dies, he remains indifferent.

Especially the one who was the first to speak was the one who was the most powerful, with only the intention of devouring living things in his breath.

Even if blocked by the sword light, he still pounced non-stop.

"You're right, it's indeed a ghost." Mo Qiu snorted softly, pinched his five fingers lightly, and the flames surged around him and suddenly rolled wildly.

Fire Dragon!

"boom!"

The flames rolled out.

When the ghosts rushing around touched it, it immediately ignited a raging flame.

Their struggles and roars were like cooking oil in a raging fire. Not only did the power of the flame not weaken, but it became more and more intense until they were completely burned.

"Nine Fire Dragon!"

Mo Qiu pointed out that the void beside him seemed to be cracking, and nine hundred-foot-long fire dragons roared out, rampaging.

The flames are burning, and ghosts and ghosts cannot hide.

And the burning ghost turned into ghost fire again and was swallowed by the fire dragon. It rushed forward and grew stronger until it completely swallowed the killing ghost.

"Walk!"

Killing nearly ten thousand ghosts with one blow, Mo Qiu didn't show any joy, Zhang Yan, who was beside him with long sleeves rolled up, turned into a ray of light and flew forward.

There are many ghosts here, but fortunately there are very few strong ones.

Kill a few batches casually, and you will be able to find a temporary safe place.

But it is rare to kill people who easily kill Jindan like Moqiu. Not long after, there were bursts of unwilling roars from the practitioners deep in the ancestral temple.

According to the situation, many people were killed.

"It's over there!"

Zhang Yan was embraced by Mo Qiu, her pretty face flushed slightly, and she suddenly stretched out her hand and pointed forward:

"The place my grandfather said is over there!"

"oh?"

Don't raise your eyebrows.

He had planned to take the opportunity to retreat, and fortunately returned to Yunmengchuan, away from the wrong place, but he didn't want to go wrong and ended up near the destination.

In the distance, the auras of Jindan and even Nascent Soul Daoist are about to move, but there are not many masters nearby, so you might as well go and have a look first.

At that moment, Duan Guang folded in the air and went straight to Zhang Yan's pointing point.

That is a big hall.

The main hall was originally supposed to be hidden in the void, hidden in an undetectable place, but now the entire ancestral temple began to shake, and the Yunmeng Water Realm also showed abnormalities.

This palace is also revealed.

Because the rules of space are unstable, it sometimes appears and sometimes disappears, which looks extremely strange.

Around the main hall, there were many ghosts, but as Mo Qiu controlled the fire dragon, they were swept away in the blink of an eye.

"clatter!"

The light came down, revealing two people and one dog.

"right here?"

Mo Qiu frowned.

The palace in front of me has long been dilapidated, the dome above has disappeared, and most of the eighteen pillars have collapsed.

Except for some stone carvings on the walls, there is nothing else.

"Should...should be."

Zhang Yan hesitated for a moment, shook the rag in his hand, and said:

"My grandpa said that there is a coffin here, and this piece of clothing was obtained from the coffin. Why is there no one? Could it be that I found the wrong place?"

"Time is running out!"

Mo Qiu frowned and looked up at the sky.

Through such a slow space, Yunmeng Water Realm has begun to slowly merge with Yunmengchuan, and countless ghosts have begun to rush towards Longevity Mountain.

The dense, boundless ghosts are full of extreme death, like a piece of black ink crazily invading the sky, making one's scalp numb.

The flashing aura on the Longevity Mountain was also devoured by them, and the scattered monks were almost drowned by the ghosts.

It is not only ghosts that fall from the sky.

There are also many corpses of practitioners!

"boom!"

Suddenly, two terrifying auras filled the space between the heaven and the earth, one was red and white, and the other was a misty sword light, crushing many ghosts like harvesting rice.

Nascent Soul!

"Amitabha!"

In the distance, a person recited the Buddha's name and strode forward, with a step of tens of miles, under the illumination of the Buddha's light, many ghosts melted away.

Laughing Maitreya!

"Crackling..."

The thunder light leaps, cleansing away the evil spirits.

Accompanied by a figure falling, dozens of powerful ghosts were wiped out with one blow.

Real Jun Lei!

Four Nascent Souls!

The aura of Daoist Yuanying filled the space between heaven and earth, even though they were thousands of miles away, Moqiu felt short of breath, and his mana was difficult to circulate.

The power of the Nascent Soul is so terrifying?

"How dare!"

In the void, there was a loud roar.

Immediately, the void vibrated, and a giant broke through, holding a fifty-meter-long copper staff, and smashed down on the head of Master Jun Lei.

"Go to hell!"

"Peng!"

"when……"

The lightning struck the man, sending the giant flying hundreds of feet away, but looking closely at the man's body, he was unscathed by the thunder strike summoned by Daoist Yuanying.

On the other hand, Master Jun Lei, who was swept away by the opponent's stick, immediately let out a muffled snort, and was swept away for more than a hundred miles in a straight line.

The smoke cleared all the way and opened a passage.

"The Lord of the Dead?"

Smiling Maitreya narrowed his eyes, pinched the Buddha's seal with his hands, and the Buddha's light appeared behind him, and a Dharma image slowly flew out, rolling up the Buddha's light to welcome the people who came.

"boom……"

The spiritual light surged, and the air mechanism was in chaos.

The battlefield where Yuanying Daoist is fighting is nearby, Mo Qiu and the two are like lambs in the wolf's den, their hearts are naturally uneasy.

As for the situation at the core of the battlefield, even with the best eyesight, you can't see it clearly.

"Walk!"

With a low shout, Mo Qiu's golden core trembled, and his magic power triggered the five-color magic knife, and swung his arm towards the hall in front of him.

The five-color sword light surged up.

"Boom..."

The walls and stone pillars collapsed, and the field was in ruins in the blink of an eye.

"Huh?"

The two who were about to leave suddenly looked suspiciously at the field.

There is no coffin in the ruins as Zhang Yan mentioned, but there are more than a dozen lifelike stone figures.

Wearing heavy armor, holding a knife and gun, the stone man looked forward with sharp eyes, as if he was about to confront others, but he was fixed in place and turned into a stone statue.

The exquisite stone man is not special.

But it is a bit strange that it can not be destroyed under the light of the five-color magic knife.

To know.

Moqiu's imperial envoy's Heavenly Thunder Sword was a magic weapon, and it was split open by Sanhua Patriarch with five-color magic knives. How can mere stones block its power?

"These stone figures seem to be the sculptures on the wall just now?"

Zhang Yan was thoughtful:

"It seems that they are not just sculptures, but a whole person, but how did they fit into the wall?"

"It's really weird."

Mo Qiu nodded and moved his eyes:

"There are characters here, which are ancient seal characters, which are already rare."

The situation was urgent, and he didn't care too much, and immediately repeated the words on it:

"Heavenly Doubu, Nandou Sixth Division, and Beiziwei, all circles are stationed in the sub-station..."

"Shua!"

Before he finished speaking, the white dog who had been silent beside him suddenly came out, whimpering and opened its fangs to bite the stone man.

"Crack!"

The stone man, who couldn't even be chopped by the five-color magic knife, was vulnerable under the white dog's teeth, and would be crushed instantly by his bite.

Not only did it bite, but it also scratched and swiped its tail, like a madman, venting its madness on the dozen or so stone men in the arena.

"Peng!"

"Crack..."

The stone figures shattered one after another.

suddenly.

As a stone man holding a stone book fell to the ground, the book in its hand cracked, and a golden light burst out of it.

The golden light is pure and undeniable.

In just a flash, the vitality of the surrounding world seemed to undergo some special changes.

Mo Qiu's eyes lit up, and he immediately stretched out his hand to capture the golden light.

It is a golden page.

"Om..."

suddenly.

The golden pages of the book bloomed with infinite aura, and the aura pierced the nether world one after another, soaring straight to the sky, even suppressing the fight of Daoist Yuanying.

Many runes in the aura come and go one after another, interweaving with each other to form a mysterious form.

Just by taking a look at it, the viewer's mind will have many ideas, and the incomprehensible points in the past exercises are all clear.

"what is that?"

"what happened?"

"treasure?"

For a while, there was silence in the field.

Even the crazy ghost froze on the spot.

Daoist Yuanying, who was in the midst of the fight, also stopped what he was doing, with a look of surprise on his face.

"I seem to remember that this kind of situation was described somewhere." Master Jun Lei held Lei Ting in his hand, and his eyes flickered to look in the direction of the spiritual light.

"The little monk also remembers!"

Laughing Maitreya clasped his hands together and spoke slowly:

"It was like this when the Heaven-swallowing Gourd, the Spirit Treasure of the Seven Saints Alliance, appeared in the world!"

Lingbao?

Yunmengchuan only has one spirit treasure.

It is the Heaven Swallowing Gourd of the Seven Saints League!

That spirit treasure was also found from the ancestral temple, now, could there be a second one?

The two looked at each other, and they both saw the enthusiasm in each other's eyes.