Nine Heavens

…But standing in this ghostly bone tide sea with his body, apart from seeing the illusory white bones and the gray-white sea water for him, it feels as cold as on the shore, nothing else.

"Haha, Master, third brother, what are you laughing at?"

Song Zhen twisted his black and white eyebrows.

"I now know why the bone spirit circles under the feet of my uncle and fellow Taoists disappeared, and why the spirit power has recovered.

It is because the sea water of the bone tide sea, that is, the devil's tears that Xuan Yangpeng said, is the tears of the first batch of people. "

Liu Qianlang said confidently with white hair flying around.

"But what does the Devil's Tears have to do with Master and the others, and the Masters didn't come here last night. Oh? I see. The third brother said that the heavy rain last night was the water of the bone tide sea!?"

Song Zhen suddenly realized.

Upon hearing this, Liu Qianlang and Master Huanmeng looked at each other with a smile and nodded.

"This is too evil. The sea water in the Bone Tide Sea actually has this effect? ​​But why don't I feel anything?"

"That's because you and Qianlang are both physical bodies in the yang world, so you can't experience it. Only our soul body can feel the infinite ghostly breath contained in this sea water, and it feels warm.

There are two divine powers of yin and yang in this sea of ​​demons, one positive and one evil. The positive and positive yang power is contained in the eyes of countless demons on the coast and at the bottom of the sea, and the ghostly and evil spirits are contained in the devil's tears.

So you can feel the infinite breath of righteousness in the eyes of the devil, and we can feel the breath of ghosts. In the existence that you can't feel, we feel infinitely warm and warm, and it contains infinite divine power.

As a teacher, just after stepping here for a while, he broke through the bottleneck of the late Yuanying stage that he could not break through!

For the same reason, we can't feel the frightening breath of righteousness in the eyes of Enmo. I just heard a friend who was suffering from the yin and yang told me when his soul was flying away.

He said that one day when he sees a Yang body entering here again, he must let me tell this person that the devil's tears are the secret that can replenish the aura of the righteous spirit.

When he found out, his soul had already started to drift away, otherwise he wouldn't have died. This is also the reason why the devil's tears are scattered all over the beach, and countless soldiers in the underworld prince Duyou and the barracks regard these devil's tears as dung, because they can't feel the righteous spirit and divine power in them. "

Daoist Huanmeng focused on recalling and explained.

"However, this does not seem to be the case. The existence of such a vast demon eye, once the outer layer of the package is broken, wouldn't it be annihilated together with this Netherworld! Besides, it is impossible for a single evil spirit to destroy it for countless years. A demon eye!

As long as any evil spirit breaks a demon eye, they will know the existence of these demon eyes, and how terrible it is to them! "

Liu Qianlang pondered for a while, and expressed his opinion.

"Hehe, not all those evil spirits are as incomprehensible and far-sighted as my nephew, what my nephew said is true, there are indeed little ghosts who were curious and slashed the devil's eye.

As a result, the little ghost wailed and died because of the burning and devouring of his ghost body by the righteous spirit in the devil's eyes. Moreover, according to fellow sufferers, this kind of thing happened from time to time before infinite years.

But every time it ended with the death of these little ghosts, gradually few dared to approach the offshore beach of the Devil's Sea, because of the existence of the Devil's Eye. In addition to the name Bone Tide Sea, it is also called the Sea of ​​Demons, and it is also for this reason.

These evil spirits just hid far away, and never seemed to have the idea of ​​​​clearing these demon eyes.

Even if there is, they can't do it, because not only the beach, but also everywhere under the sea, they can't clean it up no matter what, and they have nowhere to put it.

Besides, the righteous spirit in the devil's eyes is wrapped around it, and it won't affect them at all unless it is destroyed, so they don't bother to deal with it! "

Master Huanmeng made such a statement based on his guesses and past experience.

"Hmm! Uncle Huanmeng's words are indeed very reasonable. By the way, everyone has recovered their soul power, and it is impossible for everyone to be bullied by these evil spirits in the future. I wonder what the uncle and tens of millions of fellow Taoists plan to do?"

Liu Qianlang asked.

"Of course I follow you, I don't know about them. Back then, alas! Let alone, ever since I came to this nether world, I have suffered here. I thought that sooner or later I would end up with a ghost, but I didn't expect to meet you.

In the yang world, my physical body has long since ceased to exist. Even if we return to the yang world, we dignified and righteous people will not do anything similar to seizing homes. Besides, it's not me after all.

So before you return to the world, I will accompany you all the time, but after you return, I plan to find a remote place in this netherworld to practice ghost cultivation!

If you can quell all the evil here, for us souls, this is the only and best place to stay. "

"No! Master, it's fine if the master is cultivating in the high realm of the yang world. Now that the disciple sees the master, how can he have the heart to leave the master alone in this cold hell.

For the time being, we believe that we will gradually find a better way to return to the Yang world. Just like now, the mentor and fellow Taoists might have lost their souls, but suddenly a miracle happened. I think such a miracle will happen again. "

"Yes, Master Fanmeng! Since we are destined to come together again, we will not be separated in the future. No matter what kind of difficulties, we will always have a way to solve them."

After listening to Song Zhen's words, Liu Qianlang also advised.

"Hehe, you don't need to comfort me anymore, no matter what, my physical body has been destroyed and I can't regenerate, how can I go back.

And if you want to defend the safety of millions of people in the Mortal Realm, you are destined to go back! Don't worry about me anymore, I have experienced all kinds of tastes in the human world, the Dao of Immortal Cultivation, the Netherworld and Hell, and I have seen a lot of them.

The world of mortals has you thinking about it, I am here to clean up, this is already very content, and ah, in the future, I will succeed in ghost cultivation, recast the Dharma body, maybe we will meet again in nine days! "

Master Huanmeng looked at Liu Qianlang and Song Zhen with infinite satisfaction, and smiled freely.

"Haha! That's a good relationship."

Hearing what Master said, Song Zhen couldn't help being happy again. He suddenly thought of the military camp of Prince Underworld alone, why so many fellow Taoists went there, and it's been a long time since there was any movement of fighting in the military camp?

Then he said in surprise:

"Master, third brother? Don't you feel a little strange? Why is it so quiet in the barracks?"

Liu Qianlang and Huanmeng Daoist listened to the words for a while, and they were indeed puzzled. No matter how powerful tens of millions of fellow Taoists are, they can't slaughter the tens of thousands of Nether Army without making a sound!

The three of them felt something was wrong at the same time, so they nodded to each other and flew towards the lonely camp of the Underworld Crown Prince.

When passing by the Nether Tree thousands of feet above the ghostly corpse of Xuanyang Peng, the remaining vision behind him suddenly felt a flash of red light behind him, and when he turned around, he saw nothing, but the corpse of Xuanyang Peng But it disappeared strangely.

Liu Qianlang was startled, and his heart suddenly became ominous, but he kept silent, pretending not to see, and continued to fly towards the barracks with Song Zhen, Master Huanmeng, and Daoist. At the same time, he quickly let go of his powerful spiritual consciousness, and quickly shrouded the nether space within a radius of ten thousand miles under his spiritual consciousness.

The prince of the Underworld marched alone in the camp.

Tens of millions of ghost slave military workers turned back to the full soul power of human monks overnight. There are so many people, they don't pay attention to the lonely military camp of the prince of the underworld, flying shadows all over the sky, rushing into the military camp, They were divided into nine directions very tacitly, each of the eight people in the four directions flew to one of the immortal formations, while the rest of the tens of thousands of fellow Taoists rushed to the position of the commander in the center of the barracks.

However, they soon discovered that the entire camp was empty.

Except for the very remote soul-drawing battalion in the northwest corner, fellow daoists in other parts flew out of the sky after falling down, and then saw that the fellow daoists in the northwest corner had entered some military tents there, but hadn't come out, so there was a whirlwind Pounced there.

There were millions of Taoist friends who first entered the soul-drawing barracks. They entered thirty or forty huge barracks. The ghost of death.

Their death appearances are the same as that of General Supervisor Xuan Yangpeng. They are hung on a snow-white ghost tree, with ghost ropes passing through their chests and heads.

Then hang it on the branch of the tree, facing upright, upside down, sideways, crooked, in any position, distorted face, deformed body, the already evil and ferocious face looks even more terrifying.

Every barracks has more than a thousand ghost trees like this, neatly lined up in rows in the barracks, just entering the barracks, it looks like a butcher's stall, neat and orderly, but it looks very evil.

The ghost tree is white and glaring, but each of these ghosts is extremely dark, the contrast between black and white is so intense that it is terrifying. Who did this? Those who saw the scene in front of them were shocked.

They are naturally happy when someone takes revenge for themselves, but at the same time they are at a loss. Who has such a great ability to break into the marching camp, slaughter so many evil spirits so casually, and then arrange them neatly with great interest.

This person is not just killing ghosts, he is obviously also displaying them, admiring his masterpiece. This can be seen from the arrangement of these overly neat and regular Nether Trees.

"No, this is the Nether Ghost Formation!" Suddenly, some fellow Taoists saw the death of these evil ghosts and the layout of the Nether Tree in front of them, realized something was wrong, suddenly woke up, and then flew out of the camp one after another.

"Quick! Come out! There is an ambush in the barracks!"

At this time, most of the tens of millions of fellow Taoists gathered in the northwest corner of the Underworld Prince's lonely marching camp, and they flew in and out of thirty or forty barracks curiously, admiring the tens of thousands of people who died in the camp. While drawing the dead ghosts on the Nether Tree, they suddenly heard someone shouting outside the barracks.

Tens of millions of fellow Taoists heard the shouts, and only then did they realize that such a huge barracks, with no soldiers stationed there, wouldn't it be a big deal to stage an empty city plan! ? So they flew to Tianyu one after another, preparing to fly out of the barracks, but it was too late.

I saw countless black pillars of smoke suddenly rising around the marching camp, one by one, each with a diameter of thousands of feet, as if a huge forest of black pillars suddenly appeared within a hundred miles around the camp, sealing the entire camp firmly , and the entire sky above was as black as ink.

Then the huge column of pitch-black smoke shot out non-stop, the snowflake-like Soul Separating Sword, Soul Transforming Sword, Soul Scattering Mark, Soul Refining Black Fire, Ghost Thunder Fireball, Cang Soul Lightning, etc., instantly the entire barracks was full of fire. It turned into a ghost purgatory, with raging fire and smoke, and ghostly light bursting out.

"ah--"

Immediately, the entire barracks screamed, and the sound of pain was endless.

In the panic, tens of millions of fellow daoists fled in all directions, but the entire marching camp had long been surrounded. No matter where these fellow daoists fled from, they couldn't rush out a column of pitch-black smoke. The soul power was swallowed up everywhere, and the bodies that had just recovered their soul power quickly withered, withered, and then their souls flew away.

Unable to rush out, some fellow Taoists thought of retreating to 30 to 40 barracks to escape. However, those ghosts who had died suddenly opened their eyes and came back to life one after another. The soul knife rushed into tens of millions of fellow Taoists like crazy, and regardless of defense, it danced the soul knife into a whirlwind, slashing wildly in the crowd.

Tens of millions of Taoist friends also quickly formed a momentum of internal and external attacks, but the thunder and lightning outside the barracks, the shadows of swords and swords became more and more frightening, sealing the eight people in all directions, and the sea of ​​ghostly flames rushed towards us. Moreover, the encirclement of the attack is getting smaller and smaller to the location of the soul-drawing battalion headquarters in the northwest corner. And here, the frantic attack of tens of thousands of soul-drawing ghosts is also horrifying and inexplicable.

They were obviously controlled by evil methods, and they couldn't kill them no matter how hard they tried, their whole bodies were chopped into smoke, but they only had one arm left, and they were still flying and fighting. And the body that has turned into smoke, once condensed, can return to its original state and continue fighting.

Under such a situation, tens of millions of fellow daoists lost more than half of them in less than an hour, leaving only the power of more than 30 million fellow daoists, and such a power is still under the rapid attack from inside and outside, like dark clouds overwhelming the situation being devoured.

High above the barracks, Liu Qianlang and Song Zhen put Daoist Huanmeng into the Moyu Skull to protect them, while the two of them were covered with the powerful Dragon Ball Spiritual Energy Body Shield, rushing desperately inside, while at the same time Liu Qianlang whistled several times, calling for fellow Taoists inside to flee quickly, but everything was too late.

The jet-black smoke columns formed an incomparably huge vortex around the periphery, with unprecedented power, making it difficult for the two of them to move forward, and they couldn't get to the northwest corner of the barracks in a short time.

Such a powerful vortex power is far beyond the power of the black hole hurricane in the desert that Liu Qianlang has experienced in Mitianshayu, it is hard for Liu Qianlang to imagine. However, in order to rescue fellow Taoists in the camp, Liu Qianlang and Song Zhen gritted their teeth and rushed forward.

"Haha! You human monks, do you think that you can escape from the trampling of our ghost clan by recovering your soul power?

Stop dreaming, human beings are destined to be our food, and you monks can only be our slaves.

You are really self-inflicted, if you do ghost slave military work well, you may live hundreds of years longer, but you are too hypocritical, dare to break into the camp of Duyou, the prince of the underworld. snort! Is this prince's barracks a place where you lowly souls can come in at will!

Red Light Ghost Witch! You don't have to be polite, let the prince kill them all. As for the remaining fortifications of the city, it's fine if they don't repair it! Anyway, it was just a decoration to consume their soul power, now that they are all dead, it doesn't matter whether they cultivate or not.

From now on, as long as there are souls of low-level monks assigned, they will be killed without mercy, and there will be no ghost slave area again. Tomorrow, Ghost Slave Beach will be leveled! "

"Hee hee hee! Ho ho!"

"His Royal Highness, don't worry, now that the red-handed ghost witch is back, you can rest assured! I guarantee that there will be no more monk souls in the land of Zhongjiang!"

A sharp and piercing voice that couldn't tell the difference between male and female, sneered!