At this moment, Wei Wangji suddenly found that the energy that he had been sealed was actually running again.

Although the power of this transformation is still very fragile, it is not at its peak at all.

But Wei Wangji's face still became very ugly.

Meanwhile!

The eight-fingered master who stepped into the Sixteen Mountains couldn't help but stop, his eyes full of surprise.

"Master, is there any problem?" said the old bald, a little puzzled.

"After killing that mysterious person, why did you still not grow an inch of grass along the way, and you didn't even see a single ghost?"

The eight-fingered master frowned and said, "And the poor monk found that the seal of the poor monk's body seems to be gradually unsealing. ”

What the!

Bang!

When the voice fell, Lan Ying's handsome face suddenly became extremely ugly.

"Second son, is this ......?" asked Fat Dahai tentatively.

"There are others who are ahead of us and are the first to step into the devil's cave!"

Blue Eagle roared angrily: "As long as someone steps into the Demon Cave, the formation of the Eighteen Mountains is prohibited, and it will begin to disappear!"

What the!

Thundered!

A bolt from the blue!

As soon as they heard this, a hundred Jianghu guests fell into a rage.

"It took us a few days to come to Ghost Island, and so many people died, and in the end, we actually fetched water with a bamboo basket, and we didn't get anything?"

"It seems that the mysterious people are a group, and before us, they arrived at Ghost Island in advance and ransacked all the eighteen mountains!"

"Those beasts, we have died so many people, we haven't even gotten a single hair, get a hammer!"

"Friends, although we are not from different sects, this time, we must unite!"

"Kill into the devil's cave and chop up those mysterious people!"

Qiang!...... Boom!

In an instant, the angry high-rollers all drew their swords with their eyes open.

……

Five minutes ago, at the end of the Eighteen Mountains, a towering figure of a young man suddenly appeared.

Ahead, a towering mountain, prostrate on the ground like a giant beast, appeared in front of the boy.

Compared to the eighteen mountains in front of it, this mountain is actually not high, but rather a little short.

But!

The mountain spans a large area, and if viewed from the void, it resembles a giant crocodile.

At the edge of the mountain, a bottomless cave appeared in front of Wang Chulan.

This cave, like a fierce crocodile, is opening its mouth wide, waiting for the prey like a ditch.

And at the entrance of the cave, there stood two, three-meter boulders.

On these two boulders, written in oracle bone inscription, a string of blood, ancient handwriting.

Although, it has been at least a thousand years since these handwritings were formed.

But the bloodstains were still red, and they looked shocking.

Although, with the level of literature of today's people, it is difficult to know what these words mean.

But Wang Chulan was a human being and knew all kinds of ancient languages.

Wang Chulan could see at a glance that on the stone tablet on the left side, it was written-"The yang world is here to end!"

As for the stone tablet on the right, it reads: "This is the place where the underworld enters!"

As for the top of the cave, where it resembles a door plaque, it reads - "Death to the trespasser!"

"The yang world is over here, the underworld is here, and those who are good at it die?" Wang Chulan suddenly frowned.

Although, Wang Chulan has long known that the so-called ghost island is actually a collapse in the underworld and a crack in the yang.

This kind of crack, over time, will gather a large number of lonely souls and wild ghosts, and eventually turn into a yin and yang garbage dump.