Prehistoric: Twelve Golden Immortals At The Beginning Of The Game

Dagan, Fengdu.

Fengdu has always been known as a ghost town,

According to legend, before the Great War, it was the Yin Cao Jifu.

Only after the Great War, the Ancient Heavenly Court disappeared without a trace, and the Yin Cao Mansion was also shattered.

Now this place is already an uninhabited ruin site. Looking around, it is full of ruined walls.

Here, dark clouds cover the sun all the year round, and the sky is not visible, so lifeless.

But today, this silence that has lasted for thousands of years is about to be completely broken.

Boom!

In mid-air, lightning and thunder,

Purple thunders tore through the dark clouds covering Fengdu,

The long-lost daylight has fallen on this decadent land again.

A blue and black sword light started from the sky, and in an instant, appeared in the sky above Fengdu.

Ziyuan and Jun Ao walked out of the light of thunder and sword, and looked down at this ancient city that had been decadent for thousands of years.

Shion said softly:

"Here, it should be the entrance to the ghost domain mentioned by the Fourth Junior Brother, right?"

"I heard that Fengdu Ghost City is a human world during the day and a ghost city at night. It should have used certain formations or illusions?"

Jun Ao nodded slightly:

"It should be."

He looked at Ziyuan:

"Senior Sister, are you good at breaking formations?"

Ziyuan shook his head slightly, Jun Ao withdrew his gaze:

"Then it can only be straightforward."

As he said, Jun Ao stretched out his hand and pressed Qingping's sword hilt on his waist, and a black sword aura shot out from the scabbard, slashing heavily on the ancient city of Fengdu below.

boom!

There was a loud noise, as if some barrier had been smashed by a sword.

In the next moment, the surface of Fengdu Ancient City began to melt rapidly from where the sword light fell.

A more eerie and decayed city gradually emerged.

This is true,

Fengdu Ghost Town!

Where the sword light fell, there was a sword mark that penetrated the entire city and was several feet deep.

A dark gate stands in the center of the ghost city, avoiding the place where the sword light falls dangerously and dangerously.

At the same time, in the tall buildings on both sides of the pitch-black gate, a ghost domain yin soldier in armor and guns roared out.

The leading ghost general with a ghost knife in his hand was pale, glaring at Jun Ao and Shion in mid-air, and shouted sharply:

"Where did the monks who came from life and death dare to ruin my Fengdu phantom array!"

Jun Ao said indifferently:

"Entrusted by the younger brother, ask the emperor Jian Yin,"

"The sword has no eyes, no one, etc., avoid it."

With that said, Jun Ao's figure flashed, and he appeared in front of the dark gate where the black air surged, and he was about to step in.

The ghost will be furious:

"I was going to guard the ghost gate for thousands of years, and for the first time I saw someone who dared to come to the ghost domain to make trouble,"

"How courageous!"

"Get it for me!"

Before the words fell, the ghost whistled hundreds of Yin soldiers behind him and rushed towards Jun Ao.

Jun looked indifferently, still arms around his chest, and stepped into it with one foot.

Seeing countless ghost soldiers' spears about to stab Jun Ao, Zi Yuan frowned, and her body surface was thunderous.

A horrible coercion spread overwhelmingly, covering the entire Fengdu.

The ghost generals and Yin Soldiers who were still furious just now were horrified and squatted on the ground one by one, shivering.

The power of the thunder and blazing sun is the most feared thing of this evil spirit.

If Ziyuan hadn't deliberately constricted his aura, relying on his own Heavenly Wonderland purple thunder pressure, these ghost generals and soldiers in Fengdu City would have died instantly.

Seeing Ziyuan slowly landing towards the gate of the ghost, the ghosts and soldiers were horrified. They trembled and did not dare to move.

The two of Jun Ao Ziyuan stepped through the ghost gate, and there was a dim world with no light in front of them.

A filthy river that runs through the earth without seeing the edge lay in front of the two of them.

Jun Ao looked down and saw countless souls wailing and struggling in the river.

The translucent arms swayed out of the river, as if to drag every existence passing by the river into the river.

He looked up and saw that on the other side of the river there was a yin soldier and ghost holding a long whip, driving the spirits who climbed to the shore to line up to go deeper into the ghost realm.

He frowned, staring at the river blocking their way in front of him, and said in a deep voice:

"Senior sister, this river is weird."

Shion looked at the river and nodded slightly:

"It is said that there is a ghost gate in the Yinsi of the ghost realm. The Wangchuan River and the Naihe Bridge are the only way for the souls to pass through."

"Ghost gate is guarded by Yin soldiers and ghosts,"

"Forget River is not a dead soul and cannot be crossed,"

"Nice bridge washes away the memories of past lives,"

"This river contains mysterious laws. It seems to be able to contain yin qi and swallow yang qi. It should be the legendary Wangchuan River."

"If the legend is correct, there should be a ferryman on the Wangchuan River who will be responsible for the ferry,"

On the river, there was only a thick fog, and no ferrymen were seen.

But Shion's gaze fell on a certain position.

At the same time, in the mist where Shion's eyes fell, there was a dry laugh:

"The girl is very young, but her skills are terrifying,"

"It's not easy, it's not easy to be able to see through the fog of this ghost realm and know where the old man is."

While they were talking, an upong boat floated out of the fog, appeared in the sight of the two, and slowly drew ashore.

The boatman was shrouded in a hat and hat, he couldn't see his appearance, but his voice was hoarse and dry, and he was very old:

"Two, please."

Shion was silent with both hands folded in his sleeves.

The two walked side by side, onto the awning boat.

The boatman slowly supported the pole, and the awning boat drifted away from the shore, like a fallen leaf, slowly drifting towards the other bank of the river.

There is no vitality in the boatman, only a thick Yin Qi,

Jun Ao looked at the hand of the boatman's pole, and under the clothes, there were two white-boned arms.

He retracted his gaze, arms crossed his chest, and looked indifferent.

Soon, the Upong boat stopped moving,

However, instead of landing, it stopped in the middle of Wangchuan River.

Shion folded his sleeves with both hands, looked at the boatman standing on the bow, and said lightly:

"What does it mean?"

The boatman chuckled, and reached out his hand to take off the cloak above his head, revealing the snow-white skull head under the cloak, making a grin:

"The old man's ferry only flies for Yinsi guests,"

"Since the two broke into the Yin Division, the old man can only be sent halfway."

As he said, the boatman held the pole in his hand and slowly fell backward.

Puff!

The boatman fell into the Wangchuan River, with only one head exposed, slowly drifting towards the other side of the river.

At the same time, around the Upong boat, the horns sounded,

A skeletal ship smashed through the fog and appeared in the two people's field of vision.

On top of the skeletal ship, there were densely packed yin soldiers and ghosts, countless bows and crossbows, and they instantly aimed at the Wu Peng boat in the middle of the river.

Leading a nine-foot-tall black-clad ghost general with a giant arm in hand, standing on the bow, looking down at the two, said with a hoarse voice:

"Those who trespass in the Yindu city will kill you without mercy!"

Whoosh whoosh!

With an order, countless arrows broke through the air, like a rainstorm falling,

Shion looked calm and unmoved.

Jun Ao on the side looked indifferent, pressing his hand on the hilt of his waist, and said coldly:

"Xuantianmen, ask Jian Yin Tianzi."

"Those who stand in my way, die."

Huh!

Before the words fell, a majestic sword intent with extreme fierceness rose to the sky!

Suddenly, the Wangchuan River was turbulent, and the tide was tumbling!

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