In that void, the three-foot snow blade was like cutting out a big river, and the brilliant sword light was like a big river surging down.

The clouds of the Nine Heavens seemed to be suppressed by three points, and the crisp sword light rushed down, heading straight towards Li Chunqiu, and seemed to fade the resentment and anger on Mangdang Mountain by three points.

Li Chunqiu's right hand firmly pressed the hilt of the "Feisheng" sword, pressing this extremely fierce sword to the point that there was no power to resist, and the wound on his left hand lit up with a faint golden light, and the golden light spread along the wound, but the wound was already intact with a snap of his fingers.

Looking at the sword of the long river, Li Chunqi's left hand made sixteen seals, each mark is like a towering ancient mountain, the mountain shape or majestic, or has been upright, or arrogant, or abrupt, the sixteen marks pinched, Mangdang Mountain is vibrant, as if it has come to life.

The eight directions of the earth's veins are vast and hot, gathering at the top of the evil and gloomy Mangdang Mountain, with strong and heavy surging power, permeating the top.

Above the clouds, Mangdang Mountain seems to have turned into a hundred thousand mountains, and Li Chunqiu is the top of these 100,000 mountains.

The mark in Li Chunqiu's hand stopped, his palm repeatedly, and in an instant, the sky seemed to darken, and it seemed that a thousand mountains had overturned.

Turn the sky upside down, lift the seal and turn the sky.

The 100,000 mountains turned the sky upside down, and between the vast heaven and earth, the sea of clouds was vast and cold, and I saw the sword light of the long river roaring away, hitting the mountain peaks that were so eternal and unchanged.

"Boom!"

Thousands of miles of clouds are agitated, long rivers flow backwards, and mountain peaks are broken.

Li Chunqiu pinched the mark in his hand and pressed it with his backhand, and the 100,000 mountains overturned, and the sea of clouds was gloomy.

The sword hanging above the nine heavens seemed to have lost its foundation and fell from the nine heavens.

Gu Hongzi suddenly spat out a mouthful of blood, and the immortal sword that had followed him for half his life slipped from the void.

In a trance, he seemed to breathe a sigh of relief, as if the burden on his shoulders had been lifted.

Looking up at the clear sky, the white-haired old man showed a relieved expression.

Gu Hongzi, how can there be a demon like you, being a demon is like carrying a thousand pounds of burden, and when you fall, you have nothing to do and are light, you are just Gu Hongzi after all.

The biggest demon in the world closed his eyes with a smile, and let himself be pressed down by the mountain, as if the sky was falling at this moment, but his heart was so calm.

This life is finally over.

............

In the faint mist, the figures that appeared from time to time swayed, and the sound of the wind brought a whimper like a woman's desolation.

In the darkness, it seems that countless people are watching everything at any time.

Shentu Baili stepped on the desolate ancient road, his steps were like ghosts, and he was not at all popular.

Xuandu and Fan Zeng followed closely behind Shentu Baili, Fan Zeng couldn't help frowning, in order to hide from these evil things, Shentu Baili smeared corpse mud on their bodies to hide their popularity, which made him can't help but get goosebumps.

The three of them quickly walked to the "lively" market in the gloomy smoke, and Fan Zeng found that there were more and more ghosts swimming on both sides, as if they had encountered schools of fish on the vast seabed.

But no one of the three made a sound, and Shentu Baili had already said before entering the "ghost market" that the ghost market was silent, and there was no one to say here.

Shentu Baili's steps were unhurried, and he soon walked into a building in a thick fog.

As the three of them stepped into the gate, the mist that had always been like a cover slowly dissipated, revealing a dark, filthy inn that seemed to have not been cleaned for many years.

The decaying wooden pillars seemed to be about to break at any moment, and the cobwebs on the stone benches were all over the place, but the muddy and dirty hall was not desolate.

Strange figures sat among them like marionettes, with rotting corpses, lonely ghosts without corpses, and old women, grinning sadly with missing front teeth.........

In the account room, sat an old woman in embroidered shoes, her eyes were hollow, half human face, half cat face, seemed to be smiling.

Rao is Fan Zeng saw this scene, his heartbeat couldn't help but slow down by half a beat, in the entire dilapidated hall, the corpse whimpered, the ghost screamed, and the old lady in the account room laughed, they seemed to be chatting with inexplicable words, and a "lively" that did not belong to human beings made people tremble.

Shentu Baili said before that a mortal strayed into the ancient corpse of this place, and the people in the ghost market ate the unlucky mortal at night, but before he was divided, he had already been frightened out of his courage, and the gathering of the ghosts and spirits was not something that anyone could disturb, so in the dead of night, he rarely entered the deep forest.

Shentu Baili took Xuandu and Fan Zeng to sit on the empty stone seat, and let the spider that could not break the web climb up to his body, not caring at all.

Seeing Shentu Baili sitting here, the swollen corpse sitting next to them, he grinned at Shentu Baili, and Shentu Baili nodded as usual, even though he could see maggots crawling on the corpse.

The corpse slowly withdrew its smile, and at this time, the spider that crawled up his body just reached his mouth and was swallowed directly by him.

Fan Zeng held back the tumbling in his abdomen, and subconsciously clenched his fists, if there was a choice in this "ghost market", he would definitely not come a second time.

As time passed, soon the number of people in the Desolate Inn gradually increased, and the yin qi became more and more serious, Fan Zeng and the three of them sat on the edge of the inn without saying a word, fortunately, many strange beings did not like to say much, so no one paid attention to their abnormality.

Until the hall was full, the half-human, half-cat old woman stretched out her hand and slapped it on the table that had accumulated a thick layer of dust, and laughed wickedly.

Under the advance notice of Shentu Baili, Fan Zeng also knew that this was the signal of the official start of the ghost market.

The whispers in the lobby gradually increased, dreaming, roaring, and screaming............

Fan Zeng followed Shentu Baili's admonition and spread out his divine thoughts, but they were limited to a certain range, and for a moment he seemed to hear countless whispers, like a half-asleep dream.

But soon the dream became clear.

"Something seems to be wrong in the demon world lately. ”

"I heard that in Changshui Town, there are sects that are entering the WTO. ”

"It's another group of cownoses in the mountains who have lived enough, and it won't be long before someone worships the mountain. ”

............

The demons in the lobby chatted with each other, some of them didn't even have a clue about each other, and there was no connection between the beginning and the end.

Some talk about monsters, some talk about changes in the world, and some talk about delicious human flesh.

When he heard the discussion of Changshui Town's movements, Shentu Baili couldn't help but be stunned for a moment, and then subconsciously looked at Xuandu and Fan Zeng, but found that the two didn't care at all.

Could it really be that as they said, their seniors had really expected everything and were ready for it?