The Lord of Ghost

Xuanyang Holy Land was overjoyed!

As long as the information could be conveyed inside, and the strong men of the colorful world came out to stop them, their roots could be saved.

"No one is willing?"

After half an incense stick of time, only greedy eyes increased, but no one responded.

After Murong Xue looked around, her eyes flickered.

"In that case, let's just forget it."

"Wait!"

Just as Murong Xue was about to take back the Linglong Fruit, a hoarse voice came from a distance.

She frowned her cold eyes and looked at the visitor. The other party's breath was restrained, but the raging blood flames on his body could not be covered up.

"Be careful, this guy is very strong."

The protector beside Murong Xue transmitted the voice.

The old man walked in the air, with a hideous scar on his face, spanning half of his head from his forehead, and one of his eyes was completely white.

"I [War God Temple] am willing to make this deal!"

"War God Temple?!!"

When these three words floated in the air, it brought about the freezing of breathing.

Everyone thought they had heard it wrong.

The Temple of the God of War, these three words represent an ancient history, representing the terrifying existence of a family of five emperors!

That history was filled with heavy blood, spanning hundreds of thousands of years, and it is still being played out today.

A family of five emperors, such a Taoist power is unique in history!

In the eyes of the world, the Temple of the God of War is a historical taboo, a Taoist tradition that coexists with glory and blood, and its power is unquestionable.

"Girl, tell me your specific requirements, who to pass it to, and what content."

The scarred old man looked at Murong Xue, and a strong murderous aura was reflected in his pupils.

Murong Xue didn't say anything, and flicked her jade fingers, and the Linglong fruit in her hand flew to the other party's hand.

The scarred old man was surprised that this girl was given to him so easily, which was a little different.

"Aren't you afraid that I will take it and leave directly?" He said, looking at the Linglong fruit in his hand.

"You won't." Murong Xue said lightly, with a tone as firm as ice.

"Interesting... There is a bit of the shadow of Emperor Linglong." The old man laughed: "Okay, tell me your request."

Murong Xue closed her eyes, took a deep breath, and then when she opened her eyes, she burst into a mysterious and ethereal voice: "I want to pass the message to Qin Yang. As for what message, I will tell you in person!"

As soon as these words fell, everyone was stunned.

Qin Yang?

"Wait, is it the Qin Yang who rang the barren bell before?"

"They all seem to be disciples of Xuanyang Holy Land!"

Some foreign disciples seemed to have discovered something and suddenly exclaimed: "Qin Yang, the monster with the ancient holy body! The guy who was accepted as a disciple by the sub-sage. As for Murong Xue, she has a delicate heart and inherits the great emperor's Taoism, which is even more terrifying."

"These two people are actually from Xuanyang Holy Land?"

I didn't pay attention before, but when the word Qin Yang was said, the world was surprised to find that Xuanyang Holy Land was very weird!

A holy land actually produced two amazing physiques!

Could it be that Xuanyang Holy Land is also the emperor's Taoism? Or has it been rooted here since ancient times?

"This East Wasteland is really weird!" An old man who has lived for thousands of years narrowed his eyes slightly, as if he had seen through the truth behind the fog.

"A barren land can produce shocking things one after another."

"In the last era, the man who walked out of the East Wasteland [Emperor Wasteland] suppressed a generation of people and won the throne with a heaven-defying posture!"

"Now, not only have the fragments of the fairyland been opened in the East Wasteland, but an ancient holy body has appeared again!"

"It's unheard of that the same heaven-defying physique has appeared in the same place for two consecutive eras!"

The reaction caused by the nine rings of the Wasteland Bell was too great. Regarding that man, all major forces were extremely shocked. He was full of mystery.

"Both of them are ancient holy bodies. Could it be that Qin Yang is the son of the Wasteland Emperor?" A leader of a major sect seemed to have thought of something and came up with a surprising guess.

"Inside the Wasteland Bell, is it actually the inheritance left by the Wasteland Emperor to his own children?"

Many old monsters thought it was more and more possible.

At that time, the scarred old man smiled and uttered a word: "Yes."

After that, he offered a bloody and dilapidated flag. The flag was made of unknown material, but the damage left on it was particularly conspicuous.

"That's! [Eight Immortals Banner]!"

The moment the flag appeared, the old monster who was watching in secret could not sit still!

Their pupils dilated, staring at the rising flag, all in disbelief.

"The artifact of the last era is really on you!"

[Eight Immortals Banner], its fame has been passed down from the last era to the present.

Era, era, these two are completely different.

An era will end in only ten thousand years.

An era is a period of time from hundreds of thousands to millions of years, which is an overview of a civilization in the long river of history.

In other words, [Eight Immortals Banner], after hundreds of thousands of years, reappeared in the world in this life, on this day!

The flag fluttered and rustled.

A mysterious magic circle expanded outward with the flag as the center in an instant, with a green glow flowing, followed by a blood-red divine light, and a deep purple rhyme like the night...

Eight directions, eight different light groups, tiny fluctuations caused the surrounding spiritual energy to surge, and the creatures under the formation looked up at this scene. The spiritual pressure that escaped was like a mountain pressing on their shoulders. Many people couldn't bear it and knelt down directly!

The spiritual light was hazy, and the gushing avenue runes burned fiercely in the void, and the flames shot up to the sky, illuminating everything.

The runes seemed to have received a response and resonance, colliding with the remaining Dao in the fragments of the fairy world. Then the condensed fairy flower stamens bloomed in an instant, scattering countless misty light rains, with surging spiritual energy and fairy charm.

In the center of the stamens, a divine light fell on Murong Xue, as if guided by the sacred beam of light from heaven. At that moment, she exuded a magical light.

Murong Xue's jade finger touched lightly, and the fairy light rippled as if in response. Her thoughts, in a trance, her spirit body was projected into the secret realm.

Colorful world, ancient monuments.

Murong Xue found that he entered the secret realm in a wonderful form, seemingly a projection.

In the distance, there was a glacier plateau, covered with white snow, and the cold air froze the flesh and blood.

At that time, the powerful outside world hurriedly ignited the spiritual energy and saw the glacier plateau in the colorful world through the halo projection of the fairy flower petals.

In the halo, Murong Xue walked through the flying snow, and there were frozen corpses and flowing blood crystals on the ground.

She saw the young man, panting, becoming the only winner in the cold of the glacier.

He fought hard, whether it was the fallen ice beast or the genius fighting for the fate of the sky, it was the best proof.

"Qin Yang!" Murong Xue whispered, her tone was like the spring breeze in March, like a warm spring in this already cold world.

The disciples and elders of Xuanyang Holy Land showed an incredible expression.

They all saw Murong Xue's coldness. When Mo Li was still the top leader, he couldn't even touch the corner of the other's clothes.

Now this smile like spring breeze, could it be that the lotus on the top of the snow mountain has bloomed?

Qin Yang panted, and the moment he heard Murong Xue's voice, he suddenly looked back.

At that time, the snowflakes all over the sky became the best witness.

"Xue~er"

The word "er" was just opened, and was interrupted in the throat by Murong Xue.

She looked at Qin Yang, eyes full of affection, and said:

"He seems to have come in, you have to be careful."

As soon as the voice fell, the spirit body dissipated the glacier with the falling snow.

Qin Yang stretched out his hand and wanted to say something, but Murong Xue had disappeared.

In the outside world, Xuanyang Holy Land was dumbfounded!

I thought the saint was going to summon the evildoers of the holy land to hunt down the fox masked man to preserve the foundation, but I didn't expect it!

It was just a meeting!

To be more precise, it was like a secret message between a young couple!

A Linglong fruit! Just for a word of caution!

Even those big sects had never expected it!

The elders of Xuanyang Holy Land were very sad and felt that the foundation of the holy land was over.

There were many geniuses entering the secret realm this time. Xuanyang Holy Land had a total of seven peaks, and all the monsters who met the requirements of each peak entered!

There were many geniuses who were stronger than Qin Yang. Wouldn't it be safe to send people [Return to One Realm Perfection] to hunt down the fox masked man?

Although Qin Yang has become famous recently, his strength is unknown and his record is unknown.

They still have doubts in their hearts about choosing Qin Yang.

However, what makes Xuanyang Holy Land even more dumbfounded is that Murong Xue has no intention of asking Qin Yang to go out and hunt the masked man.

Unlike the wailing of Xuanyang Holy Land, someone noticed the "he" in Murong Xue's mouth.

Who is "he"? Is he referring to the man who slaughtered the foundation of the Holy Land on the stone road?

At that time, the light of the [Eight Immortals Flag] was dim, as if it was greatly damaged. The scarred old man took back the flag and sank into the crowd again.

Murong Xue returned to the original coldness, and the ethereal and cold aura formed a circle of barriers that kept strangers away.

Her eyes looked through the reflection of the petals at the man who scattered ashes on the stone road.

Staring at his face, Murong Xue seemed to see through the illusion to see the truth under the fox mask!

"Mo Li!"

She murmured to herself.

Looking at the perversion that penetrated into the bone marrow of the other party's elegance, she could not connect it with the previous Mo Li.

"Is this the real you?"

Although she was not sure if it was him, Murong Xue had a hunch!

The terrifying self-awareness from a woman!