White Bone Monkey King

"Go back quickly!"

"Go back quickly!"

…

The strange sound that he heard when he first entered the Taoist Yellow Courtyard rang in his ears again. Not only Jin An heard it, but others also heard it.

Just like this moment of distraction, Yuanshen Dunguang finally failed to run through the black storm. The black storm swallowed everyone, and the entire field of vision was occupied by the wind and sand in the sky.

Even though Jin An was a martial arts immortal, with energy and blood as blazing as an oven, facing the terrifying black storm formed by millions of resentful souls, he could only hold on for a few breaths before being suppressed to the ground by the continuous black storm curtain wall.

"not good!"

Jin An subconsciously raised his head, and amid the wind and sand, he vaguely saw the souls of several Shinto masters from Taoist Zhanmu, struggling to hold on in the black storm like rootless duckweeds.

At this time, both the Shinto masters in the pseudo-fourth realm and the Shinto masters in the third realm were not having a good time. Facing the black storm, they felt as if they were just starting out, just learning to swim at night, and the soul floated out of the room and encountered a sudden encounter. The night breeze almost felt like it was blown thousands of miles away by a gust of cool night breeze.

They are all strong men in the Shinto. It has been a long time since I have experienced this feeling. I never thought I could relive it in the interior of the Taoist Yellow Courtyard.

But not every experience needs to be relived.

If the soul is blown away by the wind, it will be life-threatening.

The soul without the body is like a duckweed without roots, and the ending is miserable. When the body loses its soul, the ending is even more miserable. People become the living dead, and their bodies will rot if they don't get water for a period of time.

Fortunately, at the critical moment, three rounds of qi and blood suns rose behind Jin An's head, absorbing everyone's souls and bodies, and buying time for everyone's souls to return to their acupoints.

"Everyone, catch me!"

When the martial arts immortal shouted, a thunder exploded in the black storm, rumbling out. At the same time, he stretched out his hands to grab the nearest Master Qingxi and Master Zunzhu above his head.

Everyone understood and began to reach out to grab the nearest person.

Fortunately, Jin'an's Heaven-Swallowing Divine Technique had a great effect at this time. With one move, he dropped a thousand catties, his legs plunged deeply into the loess, and the Heaven-Swallowing Divine Technique attracted everyone in the sky. In the black storm, Jin An's open arms led a long list of people in the sky.

But something even more amazing happened next.

Just when Jin An's pressure doubled and he tried his best to pull everyone back, the black whirlwind around him suddenly bypassed him and blew past his body.

Even Qing Xi, who was captured by Jin An, and the others were spared the pain of the black whirlwind eroding their bodies and souls.

Jin An looked up at the sky, and vaguely, he saw illusory faces whose facial features could not be distinguished, and where men and women could not be distinguished, blocking the top of his head, blocking other resentful spirits and black storms.

Jin An, whose pressure was suddenly reduced, used his arms to successfully pull everyone back to the ground.

However, the black storm continued, with sand and rocks flying all around. In just a short moment, the sand under his feet was almost buried up to his knees.

Moreover, the roar of the wind is getting louder and louder, and the black storm is still strengthening and will not stop for a while.

According to this situation, if he doesn't find a safe place to take refuge as soon as possible, even if he escapes the black storm, he will still be buried by the endless wind and sand.

At this time, Jin An noticed that the loess piles of graves were able to survive the black storm without incident. None of the graves had been flattened. He thought he was going to ask if there were any kind-hearted people nearby who would let them stay for a night. At that time, the Thousand-Eyed Taoist Statue transmitted his spiritual consciousness——

"Martial Arts Corpse Immortal, go to the front left! I feel a very weak scent of incense there. The presence of incense means that someone is worshiping. Maybe we can find a place for us to take refuge there!"

The statue of the Thousand-Eyed Dao Lord transmitted the spiritual consciousness to everyone one by one. Next, Jin An, a martial arts immortal, acted as the windbreaker and walked in the front. The others followed closely behind, struggling to move forward against the roaring wind and sand.

All magic weapons and souls are greatly reduced when they come here.

As soon as the soul comes out of the body, there is a risk of being blown away by the black storm.

Without the soul to leave the body, naturally there is no way to use magic weapons for protection. Only some active guardian magic weapons can withstand the black storm.

For example, Master Qing Xi’s sage golden page magic weapon.

Master Zunzhu’s snow-capped mountain sacred beads.

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But after walking out for a while, I still couldn't find the shelter that the Thousand-Eyed Daojun Statue mentioned. The Thousand-Eyed Daojun Statue was very anxious and even said that it was strange and strange, and its breath was gone.

Fortunately, the people present were all calm-minded masters. Even in critical moments, everyone did not lose their composure. Taoist Zhanmu asked the Thousand-Eyed Taoist Statue, is it true that the scent of incense you mentioned is nearby?

The Thousand-Eyed Taoist Statue said that it was definitely not wrong and it was nearby.

Everyone glanced around and saw that apart from the black storm, there was only blinding sand and dust and grave mounds. The visibility was very low, and it was difficult to see clearly from a little further away.

Master Zunzhu opened the Buddha's eyes and suddenly pointed to a low-lying place and said: "The surrounding area is covered with thick sand and soil. Only the terrain there is lower than the surrounding area. Go over there and take a look."

At this time, the black storm continued to corrode the magic weapon and Jin'an's protective blood, and the sinister wind roared horribly, as if it wanted to eat people.

Jin An continued to act as the person who broke the wind. After arriving at the low-lying area, as soon as he stood still, the statue of the Thousand-Eyed Dao Lord immediately reminded: "Yes, this is it! I smell it again!"

Everyone reacted quickly, including Jin An, who subconsciously looked at their feet. There was yellow sand all around and there were no other buildings, so it was most likely that it was buried underground by the yellow sand.

Jin An bombarded the ground with both arms, and sure enough, a big crack exploded in the ground, revealing a dark hole, and there was a whole other world underground.

There is no better shelter at this time, so everyone is staying here temporarily.

As soon as we entered the cave entrance, the howling sound of the wind outside suddenly decreased a lot. Someone offered a magic weapon and used the magic weapon's divine light to see the environment clearly.

This is a small temple. Half of the temple collapsed, and the collapsed half has been buried by earth and rocks. The entrance to the cave they just entered was exactly where the temple roof collapsed.

In the small temple, you can see everything at a glance. There is a three-eyed statue with a tiger head and an ox horn enshrined on the altar. The statue has been severely weathered and the paint has faded, leaving only a vague loess appearance.

Although the statue was severely weathered, Jin'an could still recognize at a glance that the person worshiped here was Tu Bo based on the image of a tiger head and an ox horn.

It is Tu Bo, the ancient god in charge of the underworld.

Speaking of Tu Bo, Jin An was no stranger. He had seen the statue of Tu Bo several times during his adventures in Jiangzhou Prefecture, so even if the statue was badly weathered, he could still recognize it at a glance.

Unexpectedly, he could see the Tubo statue here, and the Tubo statue protected him again.

Thinking of this, Jin An bowed devoutly to the statue of Tu Bo and said, "Jin An, my disciple, would like to thank Tu Bo again."

The elders of Yujing Jinque who also belonged to Zhengdao also bowed devoutly to the statue of Tubo to express their thanks.

Although Master Zunzhu, the great elder, and the great leader are not disciples of Zhengdao, it does not prevent the three of them from also thanking Tu Bo.