Lightning tore through the sky one after another, thunder exploded in waves, and the earth trembled with it.

The giant scythe made of mahogany was covered with fire, and its original shape was barely visible. What Su Jin is holding in his hand seems to be a giant sickle condensed from translucent black flames. The flames danced as she danced, streaking streams of light in the torrential rain. Everywhere he went, large puffs of gray smoke rose up.

On Duan Qingya's back, the scar was still black, and wisps of black gas came out of it. He didn't seem to feel pain, and the Xuantie Giant Sword lifted the weight in his hand, and the sword moves were vertical and horizontal, flowing smoothly. Where he is, it is like where a stone falls into water. Thousands of ghost cultivators were swept away by the wave of spiritual energy, and the ghost cultivators who surrounded them showed the appearance of ripples, falling to the ground layer by layer and turning into ashes.

Danyang Immortal Venerable's movements did not change in the slightest, he was still sucking those pale golden points of light, but this time the object of sucking was changed to these low-level ghost cultivators with varying strengths. Those ghost cultivators who could only condense into a faint shadow quickly faded away after absorbing a few points of light, and finally dissipated without a trace.

The two of them and one ghost formed a solid triangle, like a huge strangulation machine, killing these screaming ghosts in large numbers in large quantities. Even so, those ghosts surged up like crazy, and countless ghosts formed a terrifying tide, carrying the wind and the howl towards them.

Even though most of the ghost cultivation strength in this is under the Enlightenment, which is equivalent to the level of the Qi cultivation period in human cultivation, even if Su Jinge has Taiyin Lihuo in his hands. It still can't kill the ghosts that are overwhelming all at once.

The cold aura was everywhere, and Wu Niang felt this breath in the spirit beast bag, and suddenly became anxious. It has the blood of the ancient god bird three-legged golden crow. The attributes of the supreme rigidity and yang are inherently opposed to the omnipresent yin and cold at this moment. It rampaged through the spirit beast pouch, "Let me out!" Wow wow, I'm going out! ”

The spirit beast bag was not spacious, and it couldn't stand the fluttering little green donkey, "Give me a stop!" Look at your little guts, aren't they just ghosts, they scare you. ”

"Wow wow, you know!"

"I don't understand! I know more than you do. Back then, I was. ”

"You can die if you don't brag."

They're noisy. Su Jinge couldn't stand it anymore. directly pulled out the black lady, and then blocked the connection with the spirit beast bag.

This time, I couldn't hear why the little green donkey called Su Jinge in the bag, and Wu Niang immediately stopped making noise as soon as she came out. It rushed into the air and cried a few times against the wind and rain. This time it's no longer a gruff "wow" sound. It's a melodious and loud cry. The voice reached into the sky. The sound of the storm was overpowered. It also overpowered the terrible cries of the demons.

Two scorching flames, born under the wings of Wu Niang, formed a circle around its body. In the scorching light. Wu Niang stretched her wings and raised her neck high. The posture turned out to be quite elegant.

This circle of firelight illuminates the four fields. It's like daylight. Those low-level ghost cultivators who only had a faint shadow let out a long and piercing scream, and turned into flying ashes under the scorching and dazzling light.

A formative ghost cultivator raised his head from the ghost tide, and he opened his mouth in the direction of Wu Niang, spewing out a stream of black gas.

The black gas quickly corroded and melted in the light, and when he finally came to Wu Niang's side, only a few clumps the size of beans remained. It was this little bit that fell on Wu Niang, which also made it painful.

The dazzling light immediately vanished, and the surroundings became dark again. Wu Niang looked at her wings that had been pierced by black gas with a few small holes in distress, and shouted angrily "Wow Wow" and leaned down.

Flames erupted from Wu Niang's mouth one after another, falling into the ghost tide, burning several ghost cultivators from time to time.

I don't know how long it has been, but the rain has stopped. Dark red stars peeked out of the dark clouds, and the blood-colored moonlight painted the clouds with a red edge.

Wu Niang's body was full of holes, and it flew extremely unsteadily, but it was still angry and spewing flames at the ghosts.

Although this bird has always been unpleasant, Su Jinge is also distressed. She immediately put away the black lady and didn't put it back in the spirit beast bag, but threw it directly into the Sumeru mustard seed space.

This crow has always been cunning and greedy for money, and he also likes to take advantage of small things. There are so many medicinal herbs in the space, it will find some for itself to heal.

Although the light made by Wu Niang instantly extinguished those lowest-level ghost cultivators who had not yet reached the enlightenment stage. But the strength that remains is much stronger. After killing for a long time, Su Jinge only felt that his hands had lost sensation, and he was just numb and instinctively waving the giant sickle.

When the morning light peeked through the remaining dark clouds, those ghost cultivators finally had a tendency to sparse.

Su Jinge swallowed a spirit tonifying pill and flew into the air. At the moment when she jumped up, she threw out the phoenix mouth lamp with one free hand and smashed it into Danyang Immortal Venerable's body. The extraordinary figure flickered into the lamp. Almost as soon as he entered the lamp, Su Jinge rolled the lamp back into his hand.

After putting away the phoenix mouth lamp, Su Jinge's body suddenly erupted with circles of aura ripples, and the Taiyin Lihuo formed a huge fireball in her hands. The bright light almost obscured the color of the fire itself. In the blink of an eye, the fireball exploded, forming a brilliant rain of fire.

Under the fire and rain, countless gray smoke rose up, and the ghost cultivation between the four fields was instantly reduced by half.

The aura in his body was exhausted by this last rain of fire, and Su Jinge fell weakly from the air.

At the moment when the fire rain broke out, the sword light in Duan Qingya's hand was great. The afterimage of the sword light dispersed towards the four fields, smashing those remaining ghost cultivators under the fire rain into flying ashes.

At this moment, black blood was still bubbling from his back, and several thick faint marks had been drawn on his robe, which had already been soaked by the rain.

Duan Qingya exuded a breath of energy, supporting Su Jinge, who was falling from the sky, to the ground slowly. He swung his giant sword and carved a hole in the ground, and placed several arrays in it. still used spiritual power to support Su Jinge and moved her inside.

"The ghost spirit here has cleared, the sister released the red-clothed ghost to guard, and rest here in peace, big brother will go over there to take a look."

Su Jinge struggled to pull out a five-qi channel, recovered a little spiritual power, got up and nodded, and said, "Big brother, you are injured, I will help you expel the yin qi in the wound first." ”

Duan Qingya threw out the gourd and flew up, "A small injury is not in the way." By the time the last word fell, the others had already flown far away.

Su Jinge shook the phoenix mouth lamp. Summoned Danyang Immortal Venerable to protect her.

Swallowed a large handful of tonic pills. After meditating for a long time, Su Jinge didn't open his eyes until his spiritual power had recovered.

At this moment, the sky was already bright, and Danyang Immortal Venerable was sitting at the entrance of the cave with a purple bamboo umbrella. Sunlight pours in. cast an umbrella shadow beside Su Jinge.

Removed the fact that there is no shadow. He already looked like a normal person.

Su Jinge's heart jumped, and he couldn't help but ask out loud, "You also suck essence?" ”

Danyang Immortal Venerable turned his head to look at Su Jinge, his face full of words, "The current monks are really becoming more and more uneducated. ”

"That's soul power. But for ghost cultivators. Soul power is like the essence of a person. ”

It doesn't matter what it is, as long as it's not the essence of a human being.

Su Jinge got up and put away a few array plates on the ground and threw them into the storage bag. Ask Danyang Xianzun to return to the phoenix mouth lamp, and Su Jinge took the lamp and Zizhu Mountain back into the Yingluo circle. Running towards the place where the clouds rose last night.

Not far away, Su Jinge felt a violent aura shock. After walking for another while, the sight in front of her made her heart tremble.

In the black and red mottled land, a bottomless hole was revealed. Countless monks gathered around the black hole, looking up.

In the air, the seven primordial monks were working together to maintain a rune condensed by spiritual light, suppressing the black hole on the ground. The gloomy aura of the cave, even Su Jinge, who was far away, could clearly feel its terrifyingness.

The gloomy aura rolled and boiled, and with a thud swept away the already precarious sigil. The seven Yuanying True Monarchs were thrown to the ground together, and they were all seriously injured under the backlash.

The gloomy aura surged into the air again, and a terrible ghost cry came out of the bottomless hole. Ghosts came out of the black hole one after another, and the monks standing at the edge of the cave hurriedly responded.

In a panic, Master Huitong of the Tianyin Sect walked out of the crowd. He folded his palms and recited the Buddha name, walked to the black hole, and then jumped into the hole. There was an immediate exclamation from the crowd.

Master Huitong's body did not fall into the black hole, but floated in the boundless anger out of thin air.

"I am willing to turn my body into a rune and live here for all beings."

His voice was loud and loud, piercing through the terrifying and terrible ghost cry, and went straight to the bottom of everyone's hearts.

The disciples of the Tianyin Sect walked out one after another, jumping into the anger one after another, piecing together the runes just now with their bodies. They all folded their palms and crossed their knees, their faces solemn, and they recited in unison: "If I don't go to hell, who will go to hell?" All sentient beings are exhausted, and Bodhi is proven. ”。

The disciples of the Tianyin Sect who were present, except for those who were originally seriously injured and could not move, had all thrown themselves into it. The huge rune was only half complete. The tumbling rage almost swallowed them up. Hideous-looking ghosts bite at them.

They moved like mountains, closed their eyes and recited the scriptures. The low chanting of Sanskrit drove them away from the crisis of anger. They are up and down in the entanglement of anger and ghosts, as if they are like a small boat, floating in the wind and waves.

A monk standing on the edge of the black hole suddenly shouted, his childish face was full of tears, and he shouted to the crowd behind him, "Senior brother, every year on the fifth day of the sixth month, remember to go to see my mother for me." After he finished shouting this, he closed his eyes and jumped into the rage, and sat down beside a disciple of the Tianyin Sect.

Since then, there have been monks who have thrown themselves into it, piecing together runes with their bodies. Gradually, the monks who jumped into the aura gathered into a tidal wave and threw themselves into it continuously. The runes are finally complete. Golden light poured out from beneath them, converging together to subdue the boundless aura. The ghostly cry gradually faded away, and the huge black hole began to collapse.

Death by life.

That sinister aura was the death qi, and this rune connected by the living bodies of thousands of monks formed an infinite vitality that restrained those dead qi.

This huge rune formed by the bodies of countless monks also began to slowly sink towards the ground.

An inexplicable emotion washed over Su Jinge's body, making her tremble involuntarily. His eyes were hot, and his throat seemed to be blocked by something. By the time she scrambled to the edge of the hole, most of the monks' bodies had sunk.

A storage bag was tossed up from the pit and landed in Su Jinge's arms. She followed the trail and saw the monk surnamed Liu from the White Crane Gate talking with a smile on his face. The rumbling sound of the sand and gravel collapsing made her unable to hear his words clearly, but what he was going to say, Su Jinge could guess. She raised the storage bag in her hand and nodded desperately at the monk surnamed Liu.

The monk surnamed Liu raised his head in satisfaction and watched countless boulders of mud and sand roll down. The last image that comes to mind is a rainy afternoon. The girl in white suddenly fell drunk in the muddy water. There are a few mud stars splashed on the red fluttering face, so playful and cute.

The bottomless black hole is filled with sand and stone into a huge crater. Su Jinge held the storage bag and sat in the big pit.

The rest of the monks also looked at the pit in silence.

There was silence between heaven and earth.

The Hanscarlet Zhenjun of Baihuamen almost wanted to cry. Mo said that she was a woman, and even most of the male cultivators had red eyes.

Won. Finally won. Those ghost cultivators can't come out anymore. But they were not happy at all.

A man of five big and three thick fell to his knees. Cry out loud. "Master, I'd rather stay in Cangwu for the rest of my life and be entangled with these ghost cultivators for the rest of my life. I don't want to see you again. Master—. ”

A cry broke the silence. The monks began to take action, either to help the wounded or to comfort those who wept silently.

Su Jinge got up and walked to Duan Qingya's side.

The cold ghost qi had penetrated into his body, and he had fallen into a coma at this moment. Su Jinge and a few Fuguang disciples who came forward were about to send Duan Qingya back to the station. An abrupt voice suddenly sounded.

"Aren't you curious, why was the place where this ghost cultivator gushed out was discovered, but none of those demon cultivators appeared?"

The monks followed the sound and saw a female corrector dressed in a black cloak and a hood on her head walking slowly.

One monk frowned and said, "Who are you?" ”

The nun lifted the hood from her cloak, and saw that her face was as delicate as a flower, but she could not hide her evil spirit. A black mark on her eyebrows has already explained her identity as a demon cultivator.

Hanfei Zhenjun snorted coldly and said, "What tricks do you demon cultivators want to play, this gentleman is not interested, get out of the way immediately." ”

The female cultivator was not annoyed at all, and after saluting several true monarchs in turn, she spoke: "The junior is Su Jinxiu, a disciple of Qingyunmen, not a demon cultivator. The appearance of the younger generation was harmed by the demon cultivator. ”

Countless eyes fell on the face of Baode Zhenjun of Qingyunmen. Baode Zhenjun looked at Su Jinxiu and said, "You said that I am a disciple of Qingyun, but there is evidence?" ”

Su Jinxiu took out a jade plaque and presented it, and said, "Many Qingyun Sect disciples present and many monks from other sects recognize disciples. ”

Baode Zhenjun frowned and said, "What do you know?" How did you get to do this? ”

A sneer hung on the corner of Su Jinxiu's mouth, "The disciple became like this completely because he overheard something, and this matter is related to how the ghost cultivator in the vast field was released. ”

As soon as these words came out, all the monks present were shocked.

Were these ghost cultivators artificially released?

Without waiting for a few true monarchs to ask, and without waiting for the monks to ask questions, Su Jinxiu laughed a few times and continued: "It is your fairies who worship gods and goddesses who have caused today's situation, Su, Qing, and Xue!" ”

As soon as her words fell, the monk immediately retorted: "You demon girl dare to slander the Qingxue Fairy!" ”

"What nonsense are you talking about!"

"Take down this demon girl and hand it over to the Qingxue Fairy."

Su Jinxiu didn't care about these words, she took out a simple but treasured mirror.

Su Xia Zhenjun of the Hehuan Sect couldn't help but say loudly: "This is the Ancient Treasure Trace. ”

"Yes, it's the Treasure Mirror." Su Jinxiu said and threw the treasure mirror into the air. The treasure mirror swirled in the air a few times, casting a piece of treasure light.

In the treasure light, a female cultivator in Tsing Yi who trimmed her eyebrows and phoenix eyes and a red-haired demon cultivator appeared. The appearance of the female cultivator in Tsing Yi was Su Qingxue. The red-haired demon cultivator was the leader of this demon cultivator, the Red Flame Demon Lord. Although I couldn't hear what they were saying, the Red Flame Demon Lord's respectful attitude towards Su Qingxue and the interaction between the two of them had already explained their relationship.

"Su Qingxue has already fallen into the devil. She deliberately released the ghost cultivator and led everyone to deal with it. It's all because the ghost cultivator is guarding the seal of Cangwu Mountain. Once the ghost cultivator is subdued, Cangwu Mountain will break through the seal and appear in the world. And Su Qingxue's purpose is the Chaos Stone on Cangwu Mountain. She wanted to use the Chaos Stone to cover the demonic energy on her body, so that she could continue to hide in the Zhongyuan Continent and achieve her ulterior purpose. ”

Seeing that the monks' faces began to show suspicious looks, Su Jinxiu continued to say, "The reason why the demon cultivators retreated is because their essence is useless to the ghost cultivators. Ghost cultivators will no longer pose a threat to them. In the same way, the essence of the demon cultivator was also useless to the demon cultivator, why didn't they withdraw it? They thought they were going to help Su Qingxue get the Chaos Stone, so they stayed here. We are here to suppress the ghost cultivators, but Su Qingxue rushed to Cangwu Mountain with a group of demon cultivators. ”

The monks present were at least in the early stages of foundation building, and most of them were able to read lip language. Everything projected by the receiver has already told the truth of the matter. The appearance of Cangwu Ghost Cultivation was indeed done by Su Qingxue alone, and her purpose was indeed a Chaos Stone.

The facts are in front of them, but they don't want to believe it.

If this is the case, then the sacrifice of the thousands of monks is not a big joke.

What is this?

Su Jinxiu shot a spiritual light towards the Traceable Treasure Mirror in mid-air. On the ground, the scene in the treasure light changed again. This time it's from last night. The first monk to discover the place where the ghost cultivator gushed out was none other than Su Qingxue. She was the first to give the signal and report to the monks around her. But when the monks arrived one after another, she quietly left.

"If you still don't believe, go due west and see if there is a mountain where there was nothingness. Let's see if Su Qingxue is taking a group of demon cultivators to take the Chaos Stone! ”

Before the words fell, there were already many red-eyed disciples walking towards the west with their magic weapons. (To be continued......)