Nine Heavens

Chapter 1022 Gray Rainstorm

Liu Qianlang and Song Zhen followed the sound and flew to the coast of Guchao Sea.

"Senior, let's go!"

When the old man in the third world was about to be swallowed by the waves of the bone tide sea, he suddenly heard two thick and powerful voices reaching his ears. Looking back, he saw Liu Qianlang and Song Zhen, who were full of spiritual power. Sheng was like a fairy coming down to earth, his laughter became more vigorous, and then his exposed head disappeared into the waves.

In a panic, Liu Qianlang and Song Zhen didn't know what to say, and they knew what was going on at a glance. Facing another monk whose soul was scattered, they could only salute and say goodbye.

Looking at the unwilling eyes of the old man, the two of them were heartbroken, but helpless!

Then the two of them walked towards the countless white bone tents in Guinu Beach with heavy steps, and soon appeared under the eyes of countless pairs of tearful eyes. These eyes made the two of them even more tormented.

The two stood in the night wind, listening to the creaking and swaying sound of the bone tent, silent.

The prince of the underworld is alone in the handsome tent.

Underworld Prince Duyou and the two generals who had just returned from Xuan Yangpeng's soul-drawing battalion, were talking about the assassins while waiting for the news of leaving the camp to hunt down the fugitive army.

Suddenly, a soldier guarding the camp rushed into the camp, plunged headfirst, knelt down and shouted, "Report to His Royal Highness, the Crown Prince of the Underworld, a terrifying laughter came from an inexplicable direction in the spiritual sky, like the sound of a mad demon!"

"Hmm! Haha! You soldiers, all of you are good fighters, how can you be frightened by the laughter of the sky, go down! We heard it when we came back just now. Maybe it's just an inexplicable bird? Ming Ye That’s all, by the way, is there any news about the pursuers?”

The Underworld Crown Prince heard it alone, but he didn't take it seriously, and he didn't think about those ghost slave soldiers who would be tortured to death at any time in Guinutan, he just thought it was a night bird screaming. On the contrary, he was very attentive to the movement of the army that came out of the camp to pursue the assassins, and asked when the soldiers who came to report got up.

Hearing this, the soldier quickly touched the ground on one knee again, clasped his fists tightly, and marched to salute: "If you go back to His Royal Highness, you will release two dark eagles, but there is no report yet."

How did they know that those two dark eagles had already been digested by Liu Qianlang's two dark eagles, and they were still waiting here.

"Go! Got it, report any situation at any time!"

"yes!"

The soldier who reported the strange smile responded, turned around and flew away.

After Liu Qianlang and Song Zhen were silent for a while, they gave a silent salute to Master Huanmeng, then quickly got into the bone tent, and frantically refined the Devil's Eye. Because now the only thing they can do for these fellow sufferers is to have a strong enough aura, and then inject it into their souls, so that they can reduce some pain, and maybe there will be no more death.

"well!"

Seeing his lovers Song Zhen and Liu Qianlang come back safely, Huanmeng Daoist was in a panic at the barracks. He knew that his plan to assassinate Duyou, Prince of the Underworld, had come to fruition. Now that the two of them are progressing rapidly, they would have been happy to praise them , but Liao Mang was buried in the sea of ​​demons again. So I had no choice but to sigh, and entered the bone tent, avoiding the helpless eyes around me.

This was destined to be a sleepless night, but apart from the howling of the night wind, the creaking of the bone tent and the crowing of ghost ducks, no other movement was heard.

This night is very weird.

It's a weird night, and of course weird things happen.

When all the ghost slaves on the ghost slave beach returned to their bone tents, waiting for the next day of torture in silence, suddenly countless gray clouds flew over the ghost slave beach, and then thunder and lightning sounded , Then it rained heavily, and all the ghost slaves huddled in the corner of the bone tent, not daring to look outside.

Lightning is golden, heavy rain is grayish white.

The gray-white raindrops are very large and hot, and they are very violent when they hit countless bone tents, but they flow into the tent along the bones and fall on the body of each bone slave. It is warm and warm, like a loving mother's embrace, Like Xiangfu's big hand.

Listening to the terrifying thunder and lightning, it stands to reason that all the ghost slaves should be terrified, but it's very strange, no. And every ghost slave fell asleep peacefully under the warm touch of the gray rain, sleeping very sweetly.

The same goes for Liu Qianlang and Song Zhen, both fell asleep.

While they were asleep, a very strange gray-white figure flew across the ghost slave beach from a high altitude, and rushed towards the lonely marching camp of the prince of the underworld. It's just that Liu Qianlang, Song Zhen, Master Huanmeng and all the sleeping people don't know about all this.

The next day, when everyone woke up, the dark sun in the mid-heaven was hanging on the green sky, and it had already begun to fall, which was probably close to the noon of the day of the nether hell.

But the strange thing is that none of the ghosts came to call out to the bone slaves in Guinutan, and there was not a single ghost soldier in the Duyou barracks of Prince Hades, the space was strangely quiet.

"Hey! The bone spirit circle on my feet is gone!"

"Mine are gone!"

"Haha! Mine is gone!"

Hearing the cheers, Liu Qianlang and Song Zhen jumped out of the bone tent one after another, watching countless ghost slave soldiers cheering and shouting on the ghost slave beach, not only the bone spirit circle under their feet disappeared, but also overnight, their Eighty-nine points of his soul power recovered.

These ghost slaves are all monks from the five mortal worlds. After recovering their soul power, they also returned to their original fairy appearances.

Hunmeng Daoist has returned to the look he had when he was in Xuanlingmen, looking at Liu Qianlang and his lover Song Zhen with infinite satisfaction.

"Thank you! Zhen'er and Qianlang! Unexpectedly, once you come, the fellow sufferers will recover their soul power one day!"

Master Huanmeng thought that all this was done by Aitu and Liu Qianlang, so he nodded and said.

"Oh! Third Brother, could it be you last night?"

When Song Zhen was cultivating last night, there was a sudden heavy rain, and he fell asleep soon after feeling dizzy for some reason. Naturally, he knew that he did not do this, so he attributed it to Liu Qianlang, and said very surprised.

However, Liu Qianlang looked at the tens of millions of fellow sufferers who had regained their freedom and spirit power with infinite shock and joy in his eyes, and laughed and said: "Master Huanmeng and the fourth brother made a mistake, this is not something I can do! Haha! There must be an expert in this nether world, and he is our friend!"

"oh!"

Song Zhen and Master Huanmeng sighed in surprise when they heard the words.

The three of them looked strangely at the gray land of Guinutan, and the bone tent that was still creaking and swaying. Both the ground and the bones on the bone tent had a creamy white jade luster. Those bones were originally dull, but now they were shiny. , like life.

Huanmeng said that it was the first time he had encountered the rainstorm last night, and the people next to him said it was also the first time he had encountered it. Everyone said so, which proves that it has never rained here before.

Evil, really evil, it never rains in Nether Hell, but it rains in Guinu Beach.

Such a heavy rainstorm lasted all night, water should flow into rivers on the land, but no, the Nether Land has no drop of rain except for being as bright as white jade.

Strangely, everyone was both delighted and bewildered.

"what is that?"

Suddenly someone looked at the bone tide coast and shouted in surprise.

Hearing the words, Liu Qianlang activated his psychic eyes to pass through the light green and vast ghost fog, and saw a decayed ghostly tree stump standing on the bone tide coast at some time. It was five or six feet high and had a pale color. From the Sea of ​​Bone Tide, a ghostly corpse hangs from a branch of a tree stump, swaying in the morning mist.

"Is it Xuanyang Peng?"

Liu Qianlang saw the face of that precarious person clearly, it turned out to be Xuan Yangpeng! Liu Qianlang was greatly shocked, and suddenly flew towards the bone tide coast.

All the bone slaves in the back are monks of the top masters in the Yang world. Now that their soul power has recovered, their mana has naturally recovered, and they followed each other like a shadow, and came to the bone tide coast together with Liu Qianlang.

Tens of millions of people stood up or flew in the void, forming a huge pot-shaped cylinder. They all looked with infinite excitement at the black Xuanyang Peng who had been dead for a long time, and at this hateful man who had bullied so many fellow sufferers. The ghost is finally dead!

Anger, hate! Happy!

"Third brother! Haha, which friend did such a thing to relieve hatred, this nigger is actually dead!" Seeing Xuan Yangpeng's death, Song Zhen laughed excitedly.

The tens of millions of monks around also looked at the death of this brutal and vicious guy with great hatred in their hearts. Not long after, feeling puzzled, they couldn't help but flew up countless demon eyes on the beach of Gutide Sea and threw them at him.

Soon, Xuan Yangpeng's body was smashed into shapeless, and the rotten tree with a height of several feet was hit by devil's eyes one after another, making a hollow and loud sound.

"Let's go! Let's enter the marching camp, eliminate those evil spirits, and avenge the dead fellow Taoists!"

Someone in the crowd yelled, and then everyone roared and flew towards the marching camp of Prince Underworld Duyou, which was nearly a hundred thousand feet away, and the sky was full of fairy shadows, which was very shocking.

However, Liu Qianlang didn't move, Liu Qianlang didn't move, Song Zhen didn't move, so Master Huanmeng was naturally with his apprentice and nephew.

Liu Qianlang didn't look at Xuanyangpeng, but kept staring at the white tree stump in a daze. The white tree stump was very white and smooth, like porcelain like jade, and those bone tents in Guinutan were covered by gray-white heavy rain. The color feels the same after pouring. And this stump should come from the Bone Tide Sea.

Suddenly discovering this, Liu Qianlang suddenly understood something, turned around abruptly, and shot straight at the seashore of Guchao Sea, the next second he stood in the shallow water of Guchao Sea, squatted down, and carefully studied the constant waves in the sea waves. Bones pushed to the shore.

Yes, the white bones nourished in the sea water, each piece is very smooth and delicate, but the white bones on the coast, after a long period of blown by the ghostly wind, will gradually become dull, rough, and very brittle.

However, the bones nourished by the sea water are extremely hard. The countless demon eyes smashed on the bone stump just now, but none of them were smashed, because the stump was just taken out of the bone tide sea not long ago.

What is this indicating? Liu Qianlang thought hard, stood up stupidly, clutched a piece of white bone in his hand, and looked into the depths of the boundless bone tide sea, no matter how many waves of sea water came towards him, he would never lose sight of his body. Don't care, his eyes are far and deep.

Song Zhen was used to his brother's appearance, and knew what he was thinking, so he stood on the coast with his teacher, his robes were ringing under the sea breeze, but he waited quietly and patiently.

"Master Hunmeng, can you please stand here for a while?"

After a long time, Liu Qianlang turned around, his eyes sparkled with excitement, and he said in a voice full of excitement.

"Haha! Why not." Daoist Huanmeng didn't even move, and appeared in front of Liu Qianlang the next moment.

"How do you feel?" Liu Qianlang asked with a smile.

"Ha ha ha ha!"

Daoist Huanmeng stood in the sea water of the bone tide sea, and suddenly felt the infinite righteous spirit, the soles of his feet quickly flowed into his legs, then poured into his whole body, and then entered the eight extraordinary meridians and the twelve righteous meridians. But in a short time, his spiritual power suddenly multiplied several times, and his Nascent Soul stage strength, which he had been unable to break through, broke through the entrance in an instant.

Immediately understood the nephew's intention for letting him in, he couldn't help laughing.