Qingyuan Mountain, the mountain of Taoism Qingming, has the qi of receiving the heavenly feathers, the array of Jiuhe, which is extremely extraordinary, and there are countless people who worship it, forming the power of respecting the sky.

But for some reason, after entering Qingyuan Mountain, Fan Xueli always felt that something was vaguely wrong, because there was even a sheep noise in the air. This kind of breath, like the breath emitted by a drowning person after a long period of decay, is the so-called ghost qi.

The Taoist temple was originally a place to worship the heavens with a pure heart, how could there be so many ghosts?

Fan Xueli suddenly remembered the big array at the bottom of the river before, where many walking corpses were trapped, and he couldn't help but feel more awe-inspiring and more careful.

After walking a few more steps, under his careful observation, he noticed that there were many silver filaments on the blades of grass on both sides of the foothills, and these silver filaments were like olives, strung one by one, and extremely verdant.

"Tears of the Shadows!"

Fan Xueli's gaze suddenly turned cold.

The tears of the yin ghost are the tears that some people who have suffered the most vicious curse before they die, use the formation to seal the breath in their bodies, and then use various methods to whip the deceased and make them subject to various criminal punishments, so that the resentment in their hearts is concentrated, and finally the tears that flow!

If an ordinary person is touched by the tears of the ghosts, they will immediately fall into the scene of ghosts hitting the wall, and if they are touched by a series of tears of ghosts, no matter how strong they are, they will also be restrained.

Fan Xueli looked all the way and saw hundreds of such silver filaments!

Crying all the way, hating all the way, how miserable and despicable!

"Since it is the tears of the yin ghost, then Song Mengquan's supernatural holy relics should be formations and the like, which can imprison the soul and have the power of defense, this kind of supernatural holy relic, the most afraid of fire exercises!" Fan Xueli thought of the samadhi true fire he had, and his eyes were cold.

All the way to the Qingyuan Temple at the top of the mountain, although it is dusk at the moment, it is covered with ice and snow, so there is no Taoist child. Fan Xueli sneaked into Qingyuan Temple, and saw a guard in silver armor in the side room, who was drinking on the stove in the room, and immediately pushed the door in and knocked him out.

Fan Xueli's strength was extremely accurate, and under this blow, he would make the other party sleep for at least half a day, so he safely changed into armor, took his spear, poured some of the wine on his coat, and then pressed the armor down, covering half of his face, and walked out of the room.

Pretending to be on patrol, and staggering back and forth with the smell of wine, Fan Xueli walked all the way to the main hall of Qingyuan Temple.

What is surprising is that in the depths of this main hall, there is a dark cave, and there is no one around, but there are bursts of ghostly energy flickering.

"It seems that along the depths of this dark cave is the old lair of Song Mengquan. It's just that there are no guards here?" Fan Xueli hesitated, and suddenly felt a burst of ghost aura coming behind him, and couldn't help but shudder, and slowly turned around.

Not far behind him, there was a large turtle, three or four men wide, with the stench of rotting all over its body, and its head as big as a wheel, which sank in as he walked.

Fan Xue was shocked, it turned out to be a big turtle that had already become a refinement! It seemed that he was afraid that the cultivation time would even be hundreds of years.

At this time, the big turtle shouted, "Why don't you take me to see you Elder Song quickly?" ”

As he spoke, it pressed one foot on a Vajra Arhat next to it, and immediately stabbed a hole in the Vajra Arhat made of blue iron.

With just this blow, there are at least four realms of the physical body, and the power of the four bulls, and seeing that it is so easy and casual, I am afraid that the realm is even more powerful.

Fan Xueli instantly judged that although the opponent's strength was strong, his movements were slow, and although his forefeet were full of strength, his hind feet and tail were weak.

But he immediately lowered his head and said, "Yes." "Now lead in front and enter this dark cavern.

And his heart moved, could it be that Song Mengquan had colluded with this big turtle spirit?

As you go deeper and deeper, there are night pearls shining around several corners, illuminating the road. Along the way, Fan Xueli saw several guards in the same dress walking out, and when they saw him leading the big turtle, they all saluted in a low voice, obviously extremely frightened by the big turtle, and they all lowered their heads and passed quickly, not seeing Fan Xueli's fake identity at all.

Fan Xue nodded slightly, it turned out that these guards were all here.

In this way, he led the turtle to the depths of the passage, and was shocked to find that this was a huge sacrificial platform, and on both sides of the sacrificial platform, there were hundreds of dried corpses, extremely cruel, and under them, there was a large array of tortoise shells, which seemed to be sucking their souls after death.

This big array is exactly the same as the big array Fan Xueli saw at the bottom of the river.

The tears of the ghosts, the great turtle spirits, and the large arrays arranged in various places, all of these seem to be harbinging some kind of great conspiracy.

Fan Xue's centrifugal head became more and more vigilant.

"The Great Turtle Immortal is here?" said Song Mengquan on the main seat, smiling. At this moment, Song Mengquan's whole body was hidden in the darkness, and the yin qi of the whole person was even thicker, and he stared at the big turtle, and did not observe Fan Xueli who lowered his head next to him.

In other positions, there are two spirits, a cow spirit and a python spirit, with fierce flames on their bodies, but when they saw this big turtle, their breath was suffocated, and it was obvious that the status of this big turtle was much stronger than theirs.

The big turtle suddenly turned pale, and snorted coldly and said, "Elder Song and our well water do not interfere with the river water, if there is something, talk about it quickly, and let it go if there is a fart!"

There was a hint of impatience on his face, obviously a little disdainful of Song Mengquan.

"You ......" At this moment, a young man in front of Song Mengquan couldn't help but stand up, his face was full of anger, it was Fan Yinwen, the third son of the Fan family.

His realm was seriously injured, and it was obvious that he had not recovered for a while after being seriously injured by Fan Xueli, and his body was extremely weak. But he has a reckless temper, and when he sees the big turtle spirit being rude at this moment, he can't help but have a seizure.

"Now that everyone has arrived...... Song Mengquan waved his hand at Fan Yinwen at this moment, stood up and said, "I'll let you meet someone today." ”

As soon as his hand moved, a handprint was formed, and the entire large array on the sacrificial platform trembled violently, and countless Sensen ghost qi flooded out and rushed to the sky.

Behind him, there was a man, his whole body was bound to the golden iron shelf, and countless Yin Ghost tears fell on his body, making countless terrible sounds, completely sealing the man.

"It's him!" When he noticed the man, several of the demons in the position became spirits, and they couldn't help but let out a shocked sound, full of incredulity!

Especially the big turtle spirit, there was even a hint of horror in his eyes.

Fan Xueli took a deep breath at this moment, because the identity of the person in front of him was the Dark Throne King Xisheng he had seen during the day!

You must know that at that time, this Wang Xisheng was able to withstand the blow of his father's divine power, but he didn't know how to fall into the hands of Song Mengquan.

At this time, the eyes of these spirits looking at Song Mengquan were already filled with fear.

Even the Dark Throne, which had been missing for ten years, was sealed by Song Mengquan, what else could Song Mengquan not do?

Ten years ago, the Dark Throne Bloody Changshan City was already a Martial Dao Divine Monarch, and it was definitely a terrifying existence that crushed them.

Seeing the expressions of these spirits, Song Mengquan showed a cold smile on his face, all of this was expected by him, and today, he only had one purpose, that is, in front of everyone, he wanted to refine the Dark Throne into his ghost general!

The supernatural power relics he holds are a ghost spirit array, which can absorb the vitality of human beings, thus condensing into ghosts, providing him with ghost energy to control.

often deals with these ghosts, and he slowly got acquainted with these spirits who specialize in sucking ghosts for hundreds of miles nearby, among which the big turtle spirit is the strongest, which has always made him jealous.

But he has a supernatural holy artifact, and the progress is extremely fast, and it didn't take long for him to train a ghost army of nearly a thousand, and now, if Wang Xisheng is the general of the ghost army, this ghost army formation will be completely completed, and these spirits are not enough enemies at all.

So this time, he summoned a few spirits over, just to use Wang Xisheng's strong ghost energy, so as to deter these big turtles and other spirits, and even control them!

At this time, Song Mengquan's eyes swept across the crowd present, with contempt in his eyes, and then his hand was on the chest of the dark throne king Xisheng, and suddenly his clothes flew away, and the whole person moved without wind, and said in a deep voice: "Broken!"

He actually used the supernatural relics.

At this moment, there was a compass-like treasure in his body, black light, forming a formation, suddenly surrounding Wang Xisheng in front of him, lasting for three breaths, and finally in the case of visible to the naked eye, all Wang Xisheng's body was devoured, turning into white bones!

This powerful dark throne obviously suffered extremely serious internal injuries before, and at this moment it had no power to resist at all, and died instantly, and then a white light flashed out from its body, obviously turning into a spiritual soul, struggling desperately.

Even if it turns into a ghost, this dark throne would rather die than give in.

At the same time, the black light on the compass was still everywhere, forming countless black mist, covering all the dozens of zhang radius where everyone was, and there were nearly a thousand ghosts with full armor, surrounding everyone!

Seeing this scene, even the big turtle spirit's face changed sharply, obviously that compass was Song Mengquan's supernatural holy relic, with the power of the formation that imprisoned the soul and shattered the body, but he didn't expect that the power was terrifying!

The terrifying cultivation of the Dark Throne is incomparably powerful, but this supernatural artifact can easily break through its flesh and draw its blood, how powerful.

Almost at the same time, their eyes were full of covetousness.

Even the big turtle had a greedy expression on his face.

The reason why they were respectful to Song Mengquan was because Song Mengquan was in charge of a supernatural holy relic. But the supernatural relics can only be used once a day, and after they are cast, they can no longer be helped.

And now, although the dark throne is powerful, but the soul has no intention of returning to Song Mengquan, now is their chance.

They looked at each other, as if they had some kind of premeditation.

Fan Xueli frowned, and a trace of doubt flashed.