Zuo Ye used his own blood and qi to depict the formation pattern, which was to spread his own breath to the extreme realm. Pen%Fun%Pavilion www.biquge.info[Ran^Wen^Library][]. [774] [buy]. [ ] This technique of formation patterns is recorded in the Ancient Xuanjing. Originally, it was a kind of spirit gathering amplification array, with which the monk's consciousness power could be infinitely dispersed to the extent that it fit the heavens and the earth. However, the left night calls it the 'Fishing Circle'.

Because this magic circle can not only increase the consciousness and fit with heaven and earth, but also enhance one's own aura to the extreme. When Zuo Ye was hunting in the north mountain of Chu Wangcheng, he would order people to carve this kind of formation pattern in the mountains and forests infested with demon beasts, and then throw a piece of flesh and blood into the formation, which would attract the attention of demon beasts within a radius of several miles, and if it was a bloody beast, it would attract more demon beasts within a radius of hundreds or even more.

Now Zuo Ye is the beast that was thrown in the mountains and forests to attract demon beasts. The territory of the Ghost Realm is even wider than the Dust Realm. Zuo Ye just randomly descended on a place in the Bone Frontier through an altar with a mind, and he didn't have time to look for it at all. So you can only use the 'fishing' trick.

The formation pattern slowed down, and the breath of the left night was integrated into the bone frontier and the world was spreading infinitely.

Almost when the left night could no longer support it, the white bones like a mountain under his feet suddenly shook, and a gust of wind swept in.

"Jiji, how many years have it been, and it actually made me smell the breath of the human race again. Oh, there are still traces of the contract, and is it a stupid psychic?"

There were almost more than a dozen white bone skeletons surrounding Zuo Ye, "Ji Ji, although you are still very immature, but your soul is very full, I think you are also a genius clan of the Wu Clan." ”

This ghost skeleton could naturally see the sacrificial light surrounding the left night, and in their opinion, the only people who could channel through ancient sacrifices were the weird and difficult guys of the Wu clan.

Zuo Ye looked at them playfully, ignoring their gloomy strangeness, and asked calmly, "This is the realm of the Bone Clan?"

Zuo Ye's calmness surprised the skeleton ghosts who regarded it as a meal on their plates. However, when it comes to the delicious food in the mouth, whether it is a person or other race, it will be extra tolerant. In their eyes, Left Night is nothing more than a bluff.

"Boy, don't you know that the Thousand Skulls Mountain of White Bones, has the inheritance of your Wu High Priest declined?" And the location of each altar is fixed, which means that the psychic power inherited by each tribe is very different.

Each altar is the only way to be spiritual. There may have been a witch clan in the Wind and Fire Forest Mountain Realm, and they established this witch god bone worship platform here as a psychic ghost realm bone clan. But with the passage of time, the inheritance of the witch clan here has long been broken, leaving this altar, if it is not for the short restoration and use of Zuo Ye, it will be considered a complete waste.

"I haven't heard of the Thousand Skulls Mountain. Zuo Ye pouted disdainfully, it was obvious that he did it on purpose. Although there are also void passages between the heavens and ten thousand worlds, not to mention the Infinite Heavenly Gangxun Wind and the terrifying Void Turbulence outside the Void, there are many crises outside the Void, so if you don't ask the Void Emperor-level cultivator, don't easily involve the Void Secret.

Of course, these are still too far away for Zuo Ye, who is still quenching the body and has been abolished. Naturally, he wanted to anger the Skeleton Ghost and want to know more about it. After all, the psychic technique can only be performed once, and you must choose the most suitable for yourself, and the dozen or so skeleton ghosts in front of you are only three or two kittens, and Zuo Ye doesn't care about it at all.

"Bastard boy, you dare to despise my White Bone Thousand Skull Mountain, you know that this is the holy land of my ghost and god clan. Uncle will definitely break your body into pieces today and torture you for thousands of years. Zuo Ye's words angered all the skeleton ghosts, and even the white bones under their feet seemed to shake with anger.

The tense atmosphere was about to erupt, but Zuo Ye was in a trance because of what the skeleton ghost said, 'The White Bone Thousand Skull Mountain is the holy land of the ghost god clan'.

"Boy, look for death!" Seeing that Zuo Ye ignored himself, the skeleton ghost was furious, and the means poured out, or changed the shape of the white bones, wanting to take away the incarnation of Zuo Ye's consciousness, or taking advantage of the home advantage, the thousands of white bones under his feet were controlled by the ability to change the huge bone spurs trapped Zuo Ye, and the last blow was killed.

"Although my cultivation is very useless, unfortunately my divine soul is still quite strong. Zuo Ye's evil smile was swayed, and his left hand naturally swept, and the bone spur cage was instantly shattered. With a kick of the skeleton ghost that wanted to possess him, he noticed that the continuous white bones under his feet vibrated violently, and the powerful aura quietly awakened. It is a mountain of white bones, a dead and silent earth, and the white bones and ghosts are suspended and connected, creating a hundred-zhang bone tower. As soon as the bone tower came out, the blatant coercion soared rapidly, setting off the white bones flying into the sky. There was a roar from the sky, and the giant skeleton that emerged from the ground rose strongly.

This is a giant skeleton ten thousand times taller than those low-level skeleton ghosts, and even the ghost fire in his eyes is glazed jade-colored, which is more agile than the low-level skeleton ghosts.

This is a skeleton ghost with a combat power comparable to that of a celestial.

Not long after Zuo Yezhi left her body, a pretty figure gradually solidified not far from the altar, and her own aura was still a little disordered, but when she saw the figure sitting cross-legged on the altar, her cold eyes were glowing with a strange look.

"Who is he?" Is it a coincidence that at the age of seven or eight, he can actually restore the old broken altar?

Without waiting for the slender figure to be tempted again, in the vast forest, a strong murderous aura came from the mountains and seas. Yue Bingdai's eyebrows frowned slightly, her figure swayed, and she hid her body in nothingness.

Zhang Zhixin's blood-red eyes were full of endless killing intent. And when he saw Zuo Ye sitting cross-legged on the altar, this killing intent completely exploded. When he sensed the abnormal changes in the altar, he rushed back with the disciples of the Tingchao Sect at full speed. The pursuit and killing also fell into a dilemma. After all, the conflict between them and the Guanghan Palace all originated from the Witch God Bone Altar, and now that the sacrificial altar has suddenly opened, it is impossible to say that all their efforts will be wasted.

"Bastard, Lao Tzu wants to break your corpse into pieces, extract your soul and refine the Changming lamp oil. Zhang Zhixin said the most vicious curse, and with the spell in his hand, a magic rainbow struck the altar shield.

Listening to the disciples of Chao Sect, they also spared no effort to bomb wildly, although this witch god bone worship platform was useless to them, but Zhang Zhixin was their leading senior brother, and their interests were closely related. What's more, he has caused trouble in the Guanghan Palace now, if he doesn't solve this place as soon as possible, the disciple of the Guanghan Palace may really escape.

The Dao pattern on the altar was extinguished, and the light became weaker and weaker.

"It works! This altar is too old to last long, even if it has energy activated. Zhang Zhixin still thinks that it is a fluke that Zuo Ye can trigger the altar, as long as the altar shield is broken and Zuo Ye is captured, the chance of this altar is still his. You didn't know that the witch god bone jade he was carrying in his arms was already blazing.

The killing intent in his heart is like a terrifying wave, and the altar that shelters the left night is like a flying boat in the waves that capsizes at any time.

Die!

Zhang Zhixin roared as hard as he could, controlled a Xuandao and slashed, slashing the shield, and heard the crisp sound of 'stabbing', and the shield shattered in response. But that Xuandao was like Zhang Zhi's killing intent in confidence, and the residual momentum was unabated, and he slashed straight towards the left night.

"Boy, it's really cheap for you to be hacked to death like this. Although Zhang Zhixin wanted to capture Zuo Ye alive, the skin cramps, and the ten tortures were not enough to say that he was tyrannical in his heart. It is equally important to be able to hunt down and cross the ice. Although he is full of demons at this time, he will not be unable to see the situation, and he will lose a big one for a mole ant.

"That's going to disappoint you. The crisp echo reached everyone's ears, and even Yue Bing, who was hiding behind the giant tree, was quite surprised. Under Zhang Zhixin's angry blow, she also thought that Zuo Ye's life was not guaranteed, who knew that the peak was turning around, and there was a turning point.

The Xuandao did not fall on the top of Zuo Ye's head, and when it was a thousand shots, a white light flashed, and the knife that swallowed the killing intent was violently pumped away, and it was swirled into the giant tree in the distance.

Knowing the back of the body, the essence of the left night's eyes flashed, staring at the murderous disciples of the Tingchao Sect below, and the wind was light. On the contrary, when the disciples of the Chao Sect saw Zuo Ye's expression, they suddenly felt an invisible mountain suppressing overhead.

"Pretending to be a ghost, bluffing, and daring to show off in front of grandpa without any cultivation on his body. Zhang Zhixin was also made full of anger by Zuo Ye's indifferent expression, the heart demon eroded the Dao heart, and his current situation was even more dangerous than Ning Yuan and Ning Yi's demon demons. However, it is true that as Zhang Zhixin said, Zuo Ye did not hesitate to abolish a body of Dao in order to break the curse of the divine body, although the quenching body realm is for the tempering of the physical body, but condensing the true qi is also a necessary prerequisite for breaking through the consummation.

"Since it's a bluff, let's see how strong I am!" Zuo Ye disdained to excuse the delay, time was more important to him. The handprints are like butterflies wearing flowers, and the afterimage of the handprints changes rapidly.

Array psychic

The palm was propped up on the ground, and the mysterious Dao patterns spread like ink snakes, forming a complex and multi-faceted summoning psychic array.

With the help of the remnants of the Dao rule mana from the altar, Zuo Ye performed the first psychic summon in his life.

"Eternal Spiritism?" Yue Bing heard Zuo Ye's cry, and was surprised if he was talking about the psychic technique of the Wu clan in the ancient era recorded in the secret book of the Guanghan Palace.

Without her hesitating, the altar frantically output mana, crumbling into ashes one by one. Zuo Ye took advantage of the situation to make a big move, only to hear a bang, and Zuo Ye's figure was annihilated in the flying dust and smoke. was not frightened by the astonishing momentum that erupted in Zuo Ye, the so-called disciples of the sect, there is naturally no shortage of ordinary fighting methods, and it is too stupid to leave the enemy ** opportunity.

Before the dust and smoke fell, the magic weapon of the disciples of the Listening Chao Sect flew straight down in the center of the altar.

Bite!

The sound of the blow was very crisp, not the sound of the magic light and magic weapon light hitting the flesh. Instead, it's like the sound of metal clashing.

The dust and smoke were swept away by the energy of the collision, but what was imprinted into everyone's eyes was a scene that they would never forget in their lives.

Psychic: Hundred Bones Night Walk

"There Are Immortals"