Predecessors all over the world

After a moment of silence, Jie Ming made a decision: "You can't let the Ghost Emperor succeed."

It takes at least three Nascent Soul cultivation to subdue the demon with bare hands. When we came, the corpse demon took action with them to place the demon here. Now that others are not here, it is okay to escape with him and Qian Jiao alone, but it is impossible to protect the demon.

Many subordinates of the continent.

Although the demon cultivator usually does not take the lives of others seriously, he lost so many people in a war state, and his good days with Qianjiao are over.

Don’t even talk about the devil being the devil emperor’s object, and you cannot afford to lose it.

In comparison, it is better to deal with the Ghost Emperor.

Qian Jiao recalled the scene just now, and her voice eased slightly: "All that came was just a clone."

Jieming was a little disdainful: "Maybe this is the only clone left."

He also has some understanding of the ghost world: among the five ghost emperors, the most powerful one is the central ghost emperor. The ghost emperor in Taozhishan in the east has been missing for a long time and is unknown. The north and the south are stable and chaotic.

Within control range.

Only the life of the Ghost Emperor in the West is about to end, causing frequent changes in the Ghost King below. There have been many chaos in the past century. Previously, although he used the power of thunder to resolve the chaos, he could not delay the pace of death.

Persevere in finding ways to extend your life.

It is true that Huangquan contains divine power, but it is also very terrifying and will be tempted by it, which proves that the Western Ghost Emperor is about to fail.

There is also a difference between transforming gods and transforming gods.

He didn't dare to leave the ghost world rashly now. The clone sent was not much stronger. He joined forces with Qian Jiao, and there might not be no hope.

Qian Jiao had more concerns than him: "If you anger him, it would be a bad end."

"He is afraid of death." The disaster hit the nail on the head, "The higher the cultivation level, the more you cherish your life."

Low-level monks have nothing, so they dare to kill people and seize treasures, and dare to take risks to explore the remains of the palace. One success is ten times the benefit. However, the Nascent Soul and the God-turning Cultivation are already high, and they can do well wherever they go. Longevity is theirs.

The ultimate goal is not to be desperate unless it is absolutely necessary.

The Ghost Emperor is about to die, and extending his life is his only purpose, rather than using his last strength to eliminate the two Nascent Soul Demon Cultivators.

Jieming believed that even if he was angry, he would not dare to come out of the underworld in his body. He would rather take a gamble.

Qian Jiao frowned and thought for a moment, thinking that if the demon lost control, she and the disaster would not only not be able to get any benefits, but could also lose everything. She also nodded and responded: "Okay, I will fight quickly and don't let anyone find clues."

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Once Dao Xiu knows the conflict between them and the ghost world, he will not raise his arms and add help to the other party, which will be more than worth the loss.

However, at this moment, Yin Miaomiao had already arrived at the sea of ​​burying bones.

Yellow sand is everywhere, from east to west, the sunlight gradually dimmed, and the temperature is also dropping sharply. The fluffy gravel is bulging from time to time, and the monsters lurking below are conducting invisible hunts.

This is a place that seems desolate and quiet, but is actually undercurrent.

She remembered the black sandstorm that year.

Hundreds of years ago, she lost her memory and wandered in Mozhou, and met Xiang Tianya, Wen Qian and others who were escaping from marriage. They were chased by four major families and finally fled to the sea of ​​bones, using the geographical advantage to trap the pursuers.

But unfortunately, she and Xiang Tianya encountered the rumored black sandstorm.

After the thirty-three days of black sandstorm, they encountered a mirage demon who could weave illusion. It was also here that she obtained the soul bead of the mirage demon, and after integrating it, she accidentally obtained the magical power of the illusion golden eyes.

This experience is already bizarre enough, but who knows it is not enough.

Song Zhiqiu actually believed that the rumored intersection of yin and yang, where the eyes of the Yellow Spring are, is here.

Not impossible.

There are tens of thousands of underground rivers under the sea of ​​burying bones. In other words, tens of millions of years ago, this place should not be a desert, but a water source, which coincides with the rumored records about the Yellow Springs.

She still remembers one thing.

Earth fire.

It once said that there were a lot of water here, which humans didn't like, just like God prayed. So it appeared, boiled all the water and finally turned this place into a desert.

This seems to be fine, but when you think about it carefully, it is quite interesting.

Why do humans dislike too much water? By relying on water to eat water, a source of water can support a person. Unless this water is not normal water, it is a bad water contaminated with the power of the underworld.

It's really interesting. In the dark, something seems to have formed a circle.

"I'm here this time, is it God's will?" Yin Miaomiao said to himself.

The howling wind blew the yellow sand.

Her figure disappeared into the light and shadow and waited patiently.

Half a day later.

Jieming and Qianjiao arrived here.

The desert layer of the Bones Sea is more than a thousand meters thick. With all the efforts of the Nascent Soul monks, it is not that they cannot penetrate it, but this will inevitably lead to great movement and it is inconvenient to act in secret.

Therefore, before the demons were transported, the demon cultivator secretly built a passage.

I saw Jieming and Qianjiao standing under a sand dune, and the surrounding sand flowed against the wind and slowly seeped down. The two of them sank into the yellow sand along the sand, with high-speed gravel in their ears.

,They rotate quickly, like a hollow drill bit, drilling straight toward the destination.

After half an hour, the speed of the desert drill bit slowed down and suddenly dispersed.

The two stepped into the river, without any trace, and quickly rushed towards the demon.

Before the person has arrived, abnormal movements have arisen.

The majestic demonic energy gushed up from the depths of the river, as if it was broken into a dam. When it encountered Jie Ming and Qian Jiao, it seemed like a bee that smelled the fragrance of flowers, an ants that smelled the soup, and drowned them one after another.

Jie Ming cursed and slapped him with a slap: "If you want me to say that, you shouldn't use this thing, and you might be backfiring."

Demon cultivation becomes a trend, and almost eight out of the ten demon cultivations have a demon feeding, but he has always seen these things and believes that they are all "small paths". Although the Taoist demons have different paths, they also need to practice steadily.

Relying too much on external things will sooner or later raise a tiger and will be frustrated.

Qian Jiao didn't take the initiative, her face under the gauze changed rapidly, her five fingers slightly opened, and a black vortex appeared in her palm. As soon as the demonic energy surged to her, it was sucked into it and fed back to her.

Jieming sneered, exerted force, and the red light flashed, and rushed forward first.

The demons rely on instinct to act, and now they just send demonic energy to devour it everywhere, which shows that they have not completely left their original position. They still have time to solve this accident.

Ten breaths later, he met the ghost emperor's external incarnation.

The structure of the demon insect's eyes is different from that of humans and is not sensitive to color. Qian Jiao is thousands of miles away and sees a thin silhouette, like a shadow, but it is not.

The paper man who appeared in the eyes of Jieming was very exquisite. He wore a crown and the falling red beads were clear. The lines of the clothes were smooth and the patterns were complete, and they were dark and bright. At first glance, they were no different from real people.

Only that face looks like a paper man, two holes are eyes, and one and a half months are mouth.

"I said who is it? It turns out to be a distinguished guest from Hatsuka Mountain." Jieming held the Blood Moon Sword in his hand, and his light glanced at the movements around him.

Not far away, black air surging, demonic energy rolling, extremely unstable, and will break away from the shackles at any time - the demon is a natural monster with extraordinary strength, but the transformation of the gods is in the peak state without saying a single move, within three moves

It will definitely be able to control it.

But the Ghost Emperor did not move.

Jie Ming felt very calm and asked in a yin and yang, "I don't know what is the price for you to do here?"

"Why is Huangquan here? Why do you deceive me?" The paper man's mouth opened and closed, and the Ghost Emperor's voice came from the depths of the underworld.

The disaster was completely overwhelmed by the blame: "I can't understand what you mean. The Demon Island and the Netherworld have always come to the wells and waters, but you hurt my Demon Sect. Could it be that you want to be enemies with us?"

The Ghost Emperor sneered: "Stop pretending to me. You promised me to find the Huangquan, but now you hide it. Haha, do you think the road to the underworld is really so easy to walk?"

"Whoever agrees, you will go and find someone. I am hereby the order of the Demon Emperor to take care of this demon. I will not know anything about the rest." Jieming had fought with Gongsun Nishang before, and his arm was broken, and his strength was slightly reduced.

It is naturally best to solve the problem without taking action, so the Demon Emperor, who is equivalent to it, is immediately brought out.

As expected, after hearing that the demon was a monster raised by the Demon Emperor, the paper man's expression hesitated for a moment. After a while, he said lightly: "Since that's the case, if you take it away from here, I will no longer pursue this matter."

It was so weak that it was not even willing to fight with me. In addition to being surprised by the triad, there was also an uncontrollable excitement. If it could kill the incarnation of the God-turning... No, the God-turning is a God-turning after all, as long as there is one

If the incarnation remains, there is a chance to make a comeback.

Major matters are the most important, and you should not make a rash move. He secretly alerted and said, "This is the object of the Demon Emperor. We have no power to drive it, so I hope you will forgive me."

As Jie Ming said, his arms seemed to sag naturally, but in fact they were ready to go, in case of accidents.

Sure enough, even though the Ghost Emperor was weak, he would rather spend more time than save his strength, but he still had the strength and arrogance of transforming into a god. Seeing him shiver, he snorted coldly and the wind rose up from the ground.

In an instant, the temperature suddenly dropped.

Jieming saw transparent figures appearing under his feet. Their facial features were blurred, like rocks washed by wind and rain. They were of varying height and were wearing heavy armor. Some people held them and some people took shields. Look

When they arrived at the target, they looked at it together, strange and terrifying.

There are also demon cultivators who drive resentful souls, but they all cried and screamed endlessly, and they were so angry that they were not like this team. Although there were not many people, they were obliged to obey orders, and at least they had foundation-building cultivation.

This is the rumored Yin soldiers.

Only the Ghost Emperor, who was granted the imperial decree, can drive this strange team.

Jieming's eyes were full of colors, and he did not retreat but advanced. The blood-colored scimitar cut the front of the ghost soldiers without any obstacles. Their figures dissipated like smoke.

However, when ghost cultivation practices, what is cultivated is the soul, not the body.

The smoke flowed under his feet and overflowed to the back of the formation, slowly reshaping like flowing water. The ghost soldiers holding spears in the second row raised their hands expressionlessly and stabbed them out fiercely.

Yin energy, evil energy, murderous energy, and hostility.

Converging together, it is like a storm.

The two sides met, but they did not decide the outcome for a while.

Jieming couldn't help but feel shocked.

He is a martial arts practitioner, even if he practices demonic energy, he is also a martial arts practitioner. He first practices moves, then realizes its meaning, and seeks the exquisiteness of the Tao.

But the Yin soldiers are not the case.

They are already dead, and their minds are as bright as that, gradually blurring in time. They can't remember who they are, nor where they come from, and only the will of fighting remains.

Rather than saying it is a human being, it is better to say it is just a murderous intent. So what if the cultivation level is low? When thousands of troops appear, countless "intentions" are superimposed, which is no worse than the fate of the disaster.

Therefore, in the world of cultivation, high-level monks regard low-level monks as ants, but Yin soldiers are an exception.

Jieming saw that the Yin soldiers who were cut off by his own move had recovered their original figures and continued to replenish them into the team.

Continuous.

If the murderous intention does not disperse, the Yin soldiers will not die.

He licked the corners of his bright red lips, and his fighting spirit was rising.

The author has something to say: I saw everyone asking my senior brother, this is the case, I plan to write the plots of several places separately, so that it can be read more coherently. First, write about the Mozhou battlefield where Miaomiao is and finish this part of the plot.

, Then you will write about the Demonic Continent where the senior brother is in, the Beizhou where the sky is in, and maybe the Nanzhou. Let’s talk about it depending on the situation.

I have no idea about writing wars. Fighting between gods and ordinary wars is different, it is too difficult (﹏