Wind, everywhere.

"Huh? Can you even stop the Red Dust Battle Array? It's such a powerful little flag. A voice sounded in his ears, and Natsuki couldn't help but roll his eyes, Xiaoba is powerful, isn't he powerful?

It's just that he doesn't have the courage to refute at this time. "Let me help you." The man said to himself.

Immediately after, the ubiquitous wind suddenly converged, and at the same time became cold and sharp. Like a sword scattered into thousands of red dust.

The battle formation was broken in an instant, and then four painful snorts rang out at the same time. Four ghosts fled in all directions at the same time.

The opportunity was not to be missed, Xia Mu instantly increased his internal force and injected towards the Soul Gathering Banner, and the four ghost kings suddenly felt as if they were being dragged into the quagmire, and the agile movement method that he was proud of in the past did not work at all, and he watched as he was dragged into the Banner by the Soul Gathering Banner.

"I'll be waiting for you at the core."

The man left a voice and disappeared into the wind, and Natsuki didn't see any of him from beginning to end. Understand that this is a strong man who is far superior to himself.

He turned his head suddenly, only to see that not far away, a tornado was hooked between heaven and earth, the wind roared, and under the tornado, an ancient acacia that had grown for tens of thousands of years was uprooted, as if it was pulled up by a giant and played.

Immediately afterwards, I suddenly remembered the cry of nothing, as if someone had grabbed the heart, the cry was poignant, with endless pain and sorrow, which made people empathize.

[You are spiritually polluted by the Nethergate, because the system binds, the pollution fails. 】

Not good!

Just the pollution of sound can make an innate being like Natsuki almost fall into an illusion and fall, let alone ordinary people.

The unknown powerhouse also seemed to have discovered this, and the flow between the Zhongling District and the outside world was suddenly stopped, and the transmission of cries was cut off.

The uprooted locust tree suddenly struggled for a moment at this time, and then its body exploded instantly, blasting the tornado through the middle, cutting off his power to communicate with heaven and earth. And a netherworld gate that was suppressed under the tornado began to slowly open after this explosion.

"Not good! I can't hold it anymore, you come over and set up the seal! ”

There was an anxious sound in the wind, and it was clear that something had happened differently to the plan.

Xia Mu was speeding up his pace again, when he felt a sudden cold behind him, and a cold gaze locked Xia Mu from afar.

"Gah!"

A crow cries in his ears, and he seems to see a crow descend from the sky and pounce on his cheek.

In the next moment, the crow that existed in Xia Mu's imagination turned from virtual to real. It turned out to be a crow, and it was grabbing Natsuki's eyes.

Boom!

The ripples of the dragon and tiger golden bell jar were struck.

Xia Mu knew that this kind of master who could turn fiction into reality was not something he could deal with, so he let the attack hit, and he only struggled forward with the golden bell jar, and finally came to the core of the Zhongling District where the tornado suppressed.

The place had been shattered by the ravages of the tornado, and the ubiquitous wind had opened an opening for Natsuki, allowing him to enter without a hitch.

In the core of the place, in the big pit left by the ancient acacia, countless human bones were buried here, twisted into a terrifying appearance, and at this time, as the ancient acacia was pulled out, the resentment of the sky was released from the pit, and these bones seemed to want to reawaken and accuse all living beings.

Natsuki heard the weeping cries coming out of their mouths.

Hundred ghosts cry at night......

(A little uncomfortable, for the time being, forgive me)