Fantasy Starts With The Ancient Eucharist

"In my Tu domain, see how you struggle to resist."

The ghost emperor Wandu walked forward with his hands on his back, and he took the Wandu Calabash back behind him without delay, and grinned: "The King of Wheels, our four ghost emperors have already shown their own skills to Lord Underworld."

"But this soul-falling Titan is really rough and thick. Please help us. How about giving this guy the final blow?"

"No problem at all."

The king of runners smiled knowingly, and slammed forward three steps in two steps, with purple smoke lingering in both hands, summoning a purple sword and holding it in his hand.

"Ghost revolves around the spirit sword, get up!"

The tens of meters long purple light giant sword soared into the air, floating behind the king of runners.

Seeing this ghost that had caused him a lot of hardships to revolve the spirit sword, Xiao Lin felt a little confused.

"The ghost turns around the spirit sword, drive away!"

The king of runners stared, his hands suddenly folded across his chest.

The purple giant sword spun rapidly, condensing into a deep purple black hole vortex.

Thousands of small swords shot out from the whirlpool, like a dense rain, mixed with the momentum of the wind breaking, blasting towards the immovable soul-falling Titan.

"The ghost turns around the spirit sword, kill!"

Tens of thousands of purple swords hit the soul-falling Titan at the same time, only to hear a loud "bang", and instantly burst into pieces.

In the next second, the originally tall and lofty Luohun Mountain instantly disintegrated and turned into thick wisps of Ghost Qi, which disappeared in the blink of an eye.

The four ghost emperors let out a long sigh of relief, and the King of Wheels smiled and said, "Master Underworld, I can move on now!"

After the fall of the soul-falling Titan, the road ahead became spacious and unobstructed again.

Everyone once again boarded the Great Black Sky Ghost Cloud and galloped forward under the control of the King of Wheels.

About tens of thousands of miles away, Da Hei Tian Gui Yun stopped again.

At this moment in front of them was a magnificent waterfall.

This waterfall has no source, as if it had fallen from the sky out of thin air, with turbulent waves and rushing currents, blocking the way forward.

And what composes the waterfall is not the clear and clean water, but the red and turbid blood, which exudes a terrifying and strong Ghost Qi.

"Everyone, here is the second of the three dangers of the soul, the river of the soul."

Runner Wang squinted his eyes and said in a deep voice, "Look, sir, what's so strange about these springs?"

"Weird place?"

Xiao Lin pondered a little and said, "Apart from the smell of blood in the water and Ghost Qi floating on the water, I think the strangest thing is that I can't even see where the water comes from."

There is quite a bit of Realm written by the poet Li Taibai, "The water of the Yellow River comes from the sky, rushes to the sea never to return".

"My lord is right. This Falling Soul River is not an ordinary spring, but it is the legendary rootless water."

The king of runners smiled and said, "Since ancient times, when it is water, it must have its source-for example, well water is from the well source, and spring water is from the spring eye."

"But water without roots has no source of water, but is transformed by the resentment in the Rakshasa sky."

"If I didn't guess wrong, there should be countless resentful spirits hidden in this muddy blood water. Once I rush in, I will be swallowed and bitten by these resentful spirits in an instant."

After hearing the words of the King of Wheels, everyone showed solemn expressions.

"Then what method should we use to pass this Falling Soul River..."

The ghost emperor Luo Feng shook his fan and smiled, "It seems that this second risk is specially prepared for me."

"Oh?"

Xiao Lin raised his eyebrows: "Do you have a way?"

"According to Lord Runner King just now, this rootless water is transformed by the air of resentment, and the lingering resentment in it is the second danger."

The ghost emperor Luo Feng said with a smile, "In this case, I only need to use the technique of transforming the emptiness to turn the water into the spirit of resentment, and then the rootless water can be washed and purified directly into clear spring water. Then I will not have to wait. With the strength of blowing the dust, we will get through this Falling Soul River."

The King of Wheels brightened his eyes and nodded slightly: "The technique of transforming the void can clear the world, baptize the common people, and naturally it can also wash the grievances in the rootless water. This plan is feasible!"

"Hahaha, you guys, then the niche must take the credit for this second insurance!"

The ghost emperor Luo Feng smiled slightly and jumped up like a wild goose, sitting in the middle of the air in Lotus Position, placing Luo Feng Gui Qin on his knees, slender ten fingers plucking the strings.

"Various evil thoughts should turn the dust."

"All grievances and grievances should belong to the Pure Land."

"Once converted, once converted."

"One song turns the void, a holy canal!"

The ghost emperor Luo Feng plucked the strings skillfully and sang loudly. Tens of thousands of pitch-black notes flowed from his fingertips, like swarms of dancing butterflies, flying towards the rootless water of Luohunchuan.

As more and more notes poured into it, everyone could clearly see that the blood that was originally smelly and pungent had gradually faded its red color.

The faint resentment in the water was continuously sucked into the notes, and then died together with the notes. It seems that every note can melt a resentful spirit in the water.

"very good!"

The King of Wheels clenched his fists excitedly, and Xiao Lin couldn't help but nodded approvingly.

One person becomes a worm and three becomes a dragon. No matter how powerful a person's Cultivation Base skills are, it is ultimately not as powerful as a group of people brainstorming.

This so-called three dangers of falling souls simply cannot stop their footsteps.

According to this trend, it will not take long before they can reach the Vast Sky Hall and directly ask the Vast Sky Ghost Emperor...

"Luo Feng, be careful!"

Shakya Ghost Emperor moved his eyes, as if he saw some strange clues, he said anxiously: "There is murderous intent coming from the water!"

Everyone was stunned, but the ghost emperor Luo Feng was completely intoxicated by the nature of his fingertips, and he did not hear the reminder of the ghost emperor Sakyamuni.

Originally, this rootless water coexisted harmoniously with the notes played by Luo Feng's ghost emperor, as if the resentful spirits inside were also willing to accept the transformation and salvation of the emptiness technique.

But in the next second, the peaceful and calm water suddenly set off raging waves, revealing the true face of the fishy face and fangs, and instantly crushed all these notes into powder.

"Jie Jie!"

A giant hand, as black as ink, broke through the surface of the water, and its nails were two meters long, like a sharp sword.

"Luo Feng, come back soon!"

The king of runners couldn't help roaring anxiously, but Xiao Lin had already summoned the golden light wings, and the wings shook and rushed to the side of the ghost emperor Luo Feng.

"It seems that not everyone appreciates your performance."

Although he came at full speed the first time, he was still a step late.

The sharp nails of the black hand pierced the left arm of the ghost emperor Luo Feng with a chuckle like a poisonous snake.

Only then did the ghost emperor Luo Feng recover from the intensive performance, staring at his bloody left arm, his eyes widened in horror.

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