On a moonlit night, everything seemed so quiet.

The moonlight quietly shone on the earth, and everything seemed so beautiful.

It was supposed to be a night without killing, without death, without pain.

Such a beautiful moonlight will be intoxicated by anyone, and there will be no more murderous thoughts.

But there is no moonlight in this place, and there will never be!

Whether it's moonlight, sunlight or starlight, it's a luxury here.

It's just because it's located in a cold and dead underground place.

All the beauty in the world has nothing to do with here.

There is nothing but fear here, which is death.

It's like its terrifying name, Nine Ghost Realms!

"Lord, we have brought the person you wanted."

This is an extremely cold voice, so cold that there is no trace of life, this is not like a living person talking, more like a ghost whispering, in such a strange and gloomy underground, people only feel creepy and frightened.

The dim light of the fire on the stone platform faintly illuminated the two of them, and the man in white on the left was tall and thin, with a miserable face and a strange smile on his face. The black-clothed man on the right is broad and fat, with a dark complexion and a terrifying look of anger on his face. The two looked diametrically opposed, but they were so well matched and coordinated, and if there was anything they had in common, it was the ghostly aura that emanated from their bodies, and although they looked strange, their expressions were extremely respectful at this time.

Just because there was an old man standing on the stone platform in front of them, an old man they didn't dare to disrespect. The old man was dressed in a silkworm black robe and a black gold ghost face, revealing a domineering spirit that looked down on the world.

For a long time, the stone room was silent.

The black-robed old man seemed to be thinking about his thoughts, and he didn't want to say a word.

"Lord, do you see if we take him to the eighteenth layer of hell, or ......"

"Black and white impermanence, you guys are doing a good job!"

Black and white impermanence heard the words and owed again, and then withdrew from the stone room. The old man turned slowly, his eyes fixed on the face of a prisoner, who had long since lost his appearance, his eyes were scattered, and there was a trace of blood on the corner of his mouth.

"You are Shangguan Kun, the elder of the Divine Dragon Sect?"

"That's right, Lao Tzu is Shangguan Kun, what do you dare to do with Lao Tzu?"

Shangguan Kun's voice was hoarse and weak, but his tone was still strong.

"Shangguan Kun, those debts you owe, should be settled, right?"

"What debt did Lao Tzu owe?"

"Human life debt! Forty-six human life debts! ”

"Hahaha, Lao Tzu has killed more than forty-six demons!"

"The Saibei Condor Xue Yingqiu's family was also killed by you!"

"What...... What, how do you know this? ”

"The deity knows far more than you think!"

The old man sneered a few times, and took a yellowed account book from the stone platform.

"It's all true!"

"Bang" The old man threw the ledger on the ground, stirring up a puff of dust.

Shangguan Kun didn't care about the dust not falling, picked up the account book, watched carefully, it was okay if he didn't look at it, after reading it, his face was like ashes, and cold sweat was dripping down. Immediately, there seemed to be a raging fire in his eyes, and his hands tore at the heavy ledger violently.

Seeing this, the old man sneered a few times, and grabbed the account book in Shangguan Kun's hand with his big hand.

Shangguan Kun's expression became more and more nervous at this time, desperately trying to hold on to the ledger, but it was in vain. The ledger seemed to have wings and flew straight into the old man's hands, which seemed so incredible.

"Hahaha, you're so stupid."

"I'm here to protect countless righteous people, so what's stupid!"

"Because the real record is never on paper, but in the heart."

"In the heart?"

"Sooner or later, the paper records will go away with the wind, and only the records recorded in the heart will last forever!"

"In other words, no matter how much I try to cover up, it will be in vain?"

"You're finally willing to admit that you killed these people?"

"Yes...... It's true, I did kill these people. ”

"Hahaha, just admit it!"

"Do you want to ...... What do you want to do with me? ”

"How? Naturally, it's a favor for the deity! ”

"Help? How can it help? As long as you explain it, I will do it! ”

Shangguan Kun, whose whole body trembled, knelt in front of the old man in embarrassment and kowtowed repeatedly.

"Then use your own life to help the deity cultivate supreme divine skills!"

The old man said as he pressed his right hand on the Baihui acupoint above his head, and an extremely strong suction force suddenly appeared in his palm, and Shangguan Kun only felt that the internal force around his body had turned into a flood that burst the embankment, and he was completely out of control. And the old man's hand is like a mighty ocean, and no amount of flood will collect it.

The feeling of being absorbed into the internal force is extremely painful, and it is simply not something that people can bear.

"Ahh Shangguan Kun let out a miserable howl, and the poignant sound reverberated in the stone room......

A dead man can never speak, he will always be so quiet.

The current Shangguan Kun is the quietest one, the one who will be quiet forever.

He died with such a serene expression that even had a satisfied smile on his lips.

It was as if he had not been tortured just now, but had been greatly happy and satisfied.

His corpse had long since become a wizened, dry corpse, hideous, horrific and pitiful.

As the last trace of Shangguan Kun's flesh and blood was squeezed dry, the old man slowly opened his eyes.

He looked at the corpse with a look of intoxication, as if he had eaten a meal.

The wind is like a knife, the sand is like blood, and the anger burns in the heart.

The reason why Hongsha Ridge is called Hongsha Ridge is because of the endless red sand.

This red sand seems to be soaked in blood, and countless underground undead are still wailing.

No one knows how many people have died here, but they know that they are like grains of sand, and they can't be counted.

Hongshaling has always been inaccessible, and even if there are occasional pedestrians, they are prisoners like Shangguan Kun.

But now there is a man in the northeast, a man who is alive and fearless.

This person is dressed in white and has a white sword, chic and elegant, revealing a dignified killing intent.

His steps are not fast, but he is firm and calm, and he will never retreat even if he dies!

After a long time, he came to a large locust tree.

He stood there slowly, looking at the thousand-year-old locust.

This old locust was very large, and even the hole in the tree was big enough to accommodate two or three people, so he was very sure that the locust tree that Mu Xuantian was talking about must be referring to this one.

He slowly walked into the tree hole, and the Flowing Cloud Sword in his hand was already unsheathed.

There was indeed an iron door in the tree hole, a solid and tall iron door, and there was no knocker on the iron door, no door nails, not even a crack in the door.

There is only a huge relief on the door, which is concave and convex, lifelike.

It is not a mountain, not a river, not a beauty, but a skull, a hideous and terrifying skull.

He didn't panic at the sight of the skull, but smiled with satisfaction and joy.

"Nine knocks on the left, five knocks on the right, and three taps in the middle......"

He muttered to himself, but his hand calmly manipulated the skull.

"Wow!"

After he did these actions, the iron door actually rose automatically.

Behind the iron gate was a hole, and it was pitch black, and you couldn't see your fingers.

The cold wind blew from the cave and blew on him, making him shiver.

But he never admits defeat, let alone retreats, and the tiger's den in Zonglongtan will definitely move forward!

"Tick, tick......"

At the entrance to the cave is an extremely long, steep stone staircase.

Cold droplets of water continued to seep out of the cave walls, gently tapping on the stone steps.

Every time a drop of water fell, his heart lifted with it.

Alone in the Nine Ghost Realms, it is impossible for anyone to wander around.

The stone steps are wet with water droplets, and walking on them is a little slippery without leaving your feet, as long as you are not careful, you may fall at any time.

And everything below is unknown, and once you fall, no one knows if you will be alive.

It was a long time before he finally made it to the final step.

A tall and solid gate appeared in front of him, and there was a black plaque on the city, and there were only three big characters on the plaque - Ghost Gate Pass.

These three words are enough to represent Hades, hell, and death.

The ghost gate is closed, ten people go, and nine don't return.

The Nine Ghost Realms are also like the ghost gate, and no one can get out alive.

Ten people go, nine don't return, will Feng Jiutian be the only variable?

"Brother Bai, you've been working hard lately......"

The person who spoke was a stout man, a big man with a bull's head mask on his face.

There must be a horse face next to the bull head, and there is also a middle-aged man wearing a horse face next to the big man. One of them held a fork and the other raised a halberd, and there was a terrifying evil aura in their majesty. Behind the two of them stood countless ghost realm disciples dressed in black, each with a long sword glowing with a cold glow in their hands, giving people a huge sense of oppression.

"He's not a white brother! An outsider has broken in! ”

By the faint light of the torches, the horse saw the people and shouted.

"Who dares to trespass on my holy realm!"

The bull head also realized that the situation was wrong, raised the steel fork in his hand, and asked viciously.

"Haha, who? He who wants your life! ”

Feng Jiutian's voice was very low, but his arrogance and murderous aura were undoubtedly revealed.

"We have always wanted other people's lives, and we have never seen anyone dare to take our lives!"

"That's clatter!"

"Congratulations on what?"

"Congratulations on finally meeting you!"

"Huh!" The cold light of the Liuyun Sword flashed, and then the blood light collapsed!

Niu Tou looked at himself in disbelief, and then looked at the Liuyun Sword in Feng Jiutian's hand.

"This ...... That's impossible! Your hands are so fast! ”

Ma Mian and all the disciples were all stunned when they saw the scene in front of them.

One sword, only one sword!

Niu Tou's martial arts were among the best among the top ten Yin Shuai, but he was pierced through the throat by a sword.

Feng Jiutian's sword was too fast, so incredible, so unimaginable.

Ma Mian never knew what fear was, and now his whole body was trembling.

Feng Jiutian's killing intent had risen, and his eyes were full of anger and excitement.

He lifted his sword and walked slowly to the horse's face, his steps were slow but heavy.

When Ma Mian saw the fierce and vicious Feng Jiutian, his heart seemed to have stopped beating.

As Feng Jiutian took every step forward, Ma Mian involuntarily took a step back.

"You...... Who the hell are you, my Holy Realm is not easy to bully! ”

"Really? I don't think so! ”

At this time, Ma Mian was under the city wall, and there was no way back.

"You...... What are you still doing in a daze, give it to me! ”

The horse shouted loudly to the disciples who were stunned in place, and all the black-clothed disciples had to suppress the fear in their hearts and stepped forward one after another.

"Look for death!"

Feng Jiutian let out a long roar, and the Flowing Cloud Sword in his hand was like a storm, only to hear the screams again and again, blood splattered, and in an instant, the ghost gate was red in front of the gate.

"Less...... Young man, please let me go. ”

Ma Mian saw that dozens of disciples were all in different places in an instant, so he had to plead repeatedly.

"Let you go? I won't let go of any of your demons! ”

Feng Jiutian said that he raised his sword and fell, and cut off the head of the horse.

"Hahaha, the Nine Ghost Realm is so famous, it's just a bunch of waste!"

Throughout the ages, there are still people who can still be crazy before the ghost gate is closed, how many people are there besides Feng Jiutian?

After passing the Ghost Gate, it is a big road, a very spacious road.

In this narrow and dark underground, there is a large road large enough for seven or eight people to travel.

Usually the road is reassuring, but the road in front of you is chilling.

It's an incredible thing, but then there's something even more incredible.

That is, the road is full of flowers on both sides. In this damp and gloomy environment, it is desperate and enchanting. The whole flower looked red in full swing, like the last tenderness of the devil.

The air is filled with a thick fog that cannot be dispersed all year round, which looks strange and mysterious.

Love is not cause and effect, fate is destined to life and death, and it is difficult to look back on this life when you see the flowers on the other side.

Looking up here, you can't see the sun, moon and stars; Looking down, you can't see the dust of the earth; Looking ahead, you can't see Yangguan Avenue; Looking backwards, you can't see your friends and neighbors.

Ordinary people would cry bitterly when they saw this, but Feng Jiutian smiled, revealing a smile that he hadn't seen for a long time.

Although his smile is still so bright, in this kind of place, it looks a little tragic.

Because only those who put life and death aside can laugh at this time.

It's easy to say, but there are a few people in the world who can do it.

Isn't it the bravest, but most sympathetic, person in the world who really does it?

This spacious and strange Huangquan Road, this beautiful and sad flower.

It seems endless, and no matter how long you walk, it's impossible to get out.

Feng Jiutian had always had excellent physical strength, but now he was a little tired and bored.

He wanted to fight the enemy a lot, and he had a hearty battle.

Whether he kills an enemy or the enemy cuts off his head, it is much more pleasant than that.

At this time, Feng Jiutian's expression was not only vigilant, but also helpless and tired.

In this state, it is difficult for anyone to defeat their opponents, because they have lost to their hearts......

Looking at the hometown, I can't come back to my hometown from afar.

In the thick fog, Feng Jiutian finally faintly saw a high platform.

It's tall and magnificent, but it's ghostly and murderous.

Feng Jiutian took a few steps forward before he could see clearly the plaque on the high platform and the black-clothed man on duty.

"Who are you, how can I allow the others to trespass in my Holy Realm!"

The man in black shouted, but instead of making a move, he raised the torch in his hand.

This is a beacon tower, as long as the black-clothed man falls, the wolf smoke will inevitably rise, and together with the wolf smoke, all the people of the Nine Ghost Realm will come in an instant.

Then Feng Jiutian will only have one way left, a road that no one wants to take - death!

"Whoosh!"

A cold light shot out with a chilling killing intent.

It's a sword, a sword that is so powerful that it's deadly.

And the target of the sword was not the throat of the man in black, but his hand that was being raised high.

This sword was Feng Jiutian's only hope, the only hope to live.

If the sword is half a point off, the hand of the man in black will fall, and the wolf smoke will rise.

Therefore, Feng Jiutian's move must not have the slightest deviation.

Life and death, blessing and misfortune, are all in his one move.

"Poof! While! Yes! ”

There was a clatter of metal and muscle, followed by the clashing of metal and stone, and finally the heart-rending screams of the man in black.

Three voices rang out almost at the same time, harsh and exciting.

Feng Jiutian smiled, laughing happily.

He heard, he saw, and he really succeeded!

At this time, the hand of the man in black had been cut off and nailed to the stone wall. And the torch that was burning with raging flames was still firmly held by the severed hand, and the man in black fell to the ground with his right arm in his arms, wailing in pain.

Feng Jiutian looked at the torch, then at the man in black, and then jumped onto the high platform, and the moment he jumped on the high platform, he had already pulled out his sword and pressed it against the neck of the man in black.

"Say! What else is set up in the front! ”

Feng Jiutian's gaze was extremely cold, and the Liuyun Sword in his hand was even colder, so cold that people didn't dare to disobey.

"Former ...... In front is a barracks, behind is the Lechuan River, and finally is the capital city. ”

"How many more people are in there!"

"Less to say is also ...... There are also more than two hundred ......"

Feng Jiutian smiled and nodded, looking very satisfied.

He looked at the man in black, who was extremely afraid, and then stabbed the man in black in the throat with his sword.

He understands a truth, that is, to show mercy to the enemy is the greatest despair to himself!

There is no sunlight underground, and there is no day and night.

It's normal to sleep during the day and rest at night.

Therefore, even though it was daylight, a few feet away from the barracks, you could hear the sound of thunderous snoring.

Feng Jiutian smiled again, his smile seemed to be brighter than ever, he even put away his sword, and his steps were as calm as if he was walking in his own yard.

In the blink of an eye he was in front of the barracks and raised his torch aloft.

Fire attacks have always been the deadliest, not to mention that the battalion in front of them is sleeping?

"Whew!" The fire ignited in an instant, the flames burned everything, and the wails rang out.

The disciples of the Nine Ghost Realm are naturally also human beings, and they are flesh bodies that will be burned to ashes by fire.

In an instant, the disciples of the Nine Ghost Realm suffered countless casualties, as if the end had come.

And Feng Jiutian didn't dare to entangle with them, let alone with them.

At this time, if you are entangled, there will only be one kind of result - death!

Feng Jiutian's footsteps continued to move forward, but a thought appeared in his mind.

"The ghost realm has always been notorious, how can it be so vulnerable, what is going on?"

The thought flashed through his mind, and then vanished without a trace.

He no longer had the energy to think, and he was ready to fight the enemy to the death at any time.

Because he saw a river, a river that looked like blood in the faint light.

There was a bridge over the river, an old but solid bridge.

There is a road called Huangquan Road, there is a river called Lechuan River, and there is a bridge called Nai He Bridge.

All men and women in the world know about them, they are afraid of them, and they are reluctant to approach them.

Since you have crossed Huangquan Road, the river in front of you is naturally the Lechuan River, and the bridge is naturally the Nai He Bridge.

I'm afraid that no matter who you are, in front of the Lechuan River, it will be difficult to be calm and calm next to the bridge.

Feng Jiutian has always been different from ordinary people, and he also frowned at this time, and his hand firmly pressed on the Liuyun Sword, and his bone joints turned a little white.

"Help! Help me! ”

A young woman's cry for help pierced the silence.

This is an extremely beautiful and charming woman, and anyone who sees it will be tempted.

As she ran, the woman looked back and looked extremely flustered.

Feng Jiutian's brows furrowed even tighter at this time, and the sword in his hand was pulled out in an instant.

At the moment when he drew his sword, this extremely charming woman actually crashed into his arms, and her small hands, which were carved from white jade, seemed to have inadvertently hooked Feng Jiutian's neck.

Her hand movements were so fast that people couldn't react.

Feng Jiutian's body twisted and dodged.

"Who are you?"

"Shaoxia, I'...... I was captured by the bad guys, you must save me"

"Must I save you?"

The woman nodded vigorously, her eyes full of pleading.

"I won't save you!"

"Shaoxia, you...... Do you really want to die? I'm willing to be a cow and a horse for you. ”

"Hahaha, I admit that your acting skills are good, but it's a pity that the person I met was me!"

"What! How can you tell! ”

"Your acupoint techniques and light skills are too clever, so clever that you don't need me to save you at all!"

"Hahaha, since you know Gao Ming, you still dare to do it with me?"

"Of course you dare, and you have to do it!"

"Why?"

"Because the evil demons are unforgiving!"

Feng Jiutian's eyes burst out with a fine light, and the Flowing Cloud Sword in his hand was already out of its sheath.

"Whoever does it with this girl will never have one end - death!"

As she spoke, she suddenly took out a soft whip from her waist, a delicate and deadly one.

The soft whip was swung out suddenly, crackling, and the air seemed to shatter inch by inch.

In the woman's hand, this soft whip seemed to have a life and turned into a spiritual snake.

People who are bitten by poisonous snakes often die under the deadly fangs of poisonous snakes.

And those who are whipped with a soft whip will also die, even more miserable than being bitten by a snake.

The woman is a very confident person, and she believes that no one in this world can stop her three lashes.

She has been proven right, at least so far.

She had never been defeated, so much so that she never knew what it was like to fail.

But Feng Jiutian is Feng Jiutian, the magical Feng Jiutian.

His sword was so swift and incredibly fast at any given time.

"When! While! While! ”

The Liuyun Sword collided with the soft whip, and the sound of gold and iron rang loudly, and sparks flew everywhere.

Although the soft whip is made of fine iron, it can be compared to the Liuyun Sword, which is like hitting a stone with an egg.

Feng Jiutian looked at the woman, looked at her soft whip, and smiled again.

With his smile, the Liuyun Sword actually cut off the soft whip inch by inch.

It all seemed so easy, like it was not fine iron that was cut, but tofu.

The woman's eyes showed fear, fear that could not be concealed, fear of death.

"Your sword, your hands, everything about you is terrible!"

"Hahaha, when you meet me Feng Jiutian, there is only one way to die!"

In an instant, the blood appeared, the woman didn't even let out a wail, her heart was pierced, her body fell heavily on the Nai He Bridge, and the person really went to the Nai He Bridge of the Yin Division.

Feng Jiutian discovered something, something that made him a little puzzled.

That is, he never seems to have made a second move along the way.

The Nine Ghost Realms didn't even have a person who could make him make a second move, which was simply too strange, even stranger than a man giving birth to a child and the sun rising in the west.

If the Nine Ghost Realm only had this strength, I am afraid that it would have been eradicated by the righteous path people long ago.

But the arrangement along the way is very normal, so normal that people can't find a flaw.

If he had to come up with a reasonable explanation, there were only two ways for Feng Jiutian to break his head.

The first is that the masters of the Nine Ghost Realms are all concentrated in the Xudu City at this time.

The second is what shocking upheaval has just happened in the Nine Ghost Realm.

He would rather believe in the first one, otherwise everything is terrible, terrible to think about!

Feng Jiutian was thinking about it, and the person had arrived in front of a city.

This city is more of a great tomb than a city.

No matter what the city, there will always be the sound of selling, laughter, shouting, and noise, but there is nothing here, only deathly silence.

No one knows how many demons there are in this city, let alone whether they will be able to come out alive.

Although there are many people in the world, there are never too many who can enter the city without hesitation at this time.

But Feng Jiutian will always be different from ordinary people, his steps are calm and calm, but there is no smile on his face, and his brows are locked again, tighter than before.

A huge black plaque, three frightening characters.

The city is a nightmare in anyone's heart, whether it is the Nine Ghost Realm or the Yin Division.

It represents judgment, it represents torture, it represents death.

At this time, Feng Jiutian was standing under this black plaque, and the Flowing Cloud Sword was glowing with a cold glow.

There are no doors here, neither stone, iron, nor wooden.

Because the Nine Ghost Realm has self-confidence, there is no way to live in their eyes.

As long as you are a human being, even if you have the ability to reach heaven, it is impossible to find a way to live here.

Since there is no birth, who will break in, and who will dare to break in?

But Feng Jiutian will always be an exception, otherwise he would not be Feng Jiutian.

He walked slowly into the capital city, still so chic and calm.

When he was halfway there, ten large halls side by side appeared in front of him, each of which was made of white masonry, which looked particularly eerie.

Feng Jiutian was hesitating what to do next, and he had already got the answer in the next second.

Because all around him suddenly there was anger, hundreds of people were angry.

At this time, hundreds of masters, each with their own blades, were glaring angrily at him, the intruder.

The corpses of the people killed by these masters can accumulate mountains, and the blood can be the sea.

No matter who sees the top ten ghost kings led by them, I'm afraid they will be scared to pee their pants.

But instead of being afraid, Feng Jiutian laughed and laughed!

"Hahaha, can you still laugh when you are dying?"

King Chu Jiang sneered and looked at Feng Jiutian, his gaze was like looking at a madman.

"You don't have to hurt people with hidden arrows, you are tired of life."

"I think you're the one who is tired, right?" King Yama drank heavily.

"Haha, I'm never quick to talk to a dead man!"

"Who do you say is ......?"

King Yama wanted to argue with Feng Jiutian again, but suddenly felt as if there was liquid flowing out of his throat.

There is usually only one kind of bright red and hot liquid, and that is blood.

Blood was pouring from King Yama's throat, and he was truly dead in an instant!

The kings cried out in unison, terrified and angry.

"Boy, if you dare to kill King Yama, aren't you afraid that we will kill you?"

"Hahaha, even if you go up together, what am I afraid of Feng Jiutian!"

Feng Jiu killed countless people in half a day, and his madness had already been rampant.

He let out a long roar, and the entire ghost realm seemed to collapse in his roar.

Then the sword turned into a dragon, sharp and fast, and its power is rarely matched by people in the world.

But seeing the white wall splashed with blood, the red and white contrast is particularly shocking.

In an instant, countless corpses fell in the city, some with different heads, some with broken limbs.

In his eyes, whether it is a ghost king, a judge, or a handsome, it is the same.

Mo said that he had already killed his red eyes at this time, and he would not distinguish even when he was calmest.

Because he has no mercy on demons, and in his eyes these people should be killed!

Eight or nine times out of ten, the people of the Nine Ghost Realms have killed countless people, but they have never seen such a vicious fight in their lives.

Although there is only one enemy, he is like a dragon and a phoenix, like a ghost, and he does not look like a human at all.

He slashed and slashed and slashed, rushing and striking, and with every step forward, blood flowed like a river.

Countless masters stepped forward to put him to death, but they all died by the sword.

Every master here can dominate the rivers and lakes, and every one of them is a murderous devil.

But Feng Jiutian's sword was faster, fiercer, more ruthless, and more refined.

He looked like he was crazy, even if someone slashed and stabbed him, he didn't realize it.

At this time, the flesh and blood in the city of Xudu were flying, and the ears were full of the screams of people before they died.

The Nine Ghost Realms were all outlaws, but when they saw Feng Jiutian's offensive, they all trembled.

At this time, the city of Xudu is really like a hell on earth, which is daunting.

The white clothes on Feng Jiutian's body had already been stained with blood, and the Flowing Cloud Sword was constantly dripping with blood beads.

He didn't know how many people he had killed, or how many injuries he had suffered.

Blood poured out of his wound with every step he took, and his mind was blurred.

But his footsteps did not stop, he walked when there was a road ahead, and killed with the sword in his hand when there was no way.

As long as he does not fall, as long as the goal is not achieved, he will never stop.

The people of the Nine Ghost Realm did not have the courage to do so, and they all began to retreat.

As long as Feng Jiutian went, everyone retreated like a tide.

For them, everything is not as important as their own life.

Feng Jiutian is not afraid of death, but they are afraid, especially in this case.

I don't know how long it took, Feng Jiutian finally arrived at the Netherworld Palace where the Hades Venerable was located.

Liao Chusheng has always been regarded as the head of the evil path and the most terrifying person in the rivers and lakes.

In today's rivers and lakes, no one is disrespectful to Long Xingyun, and no one is not afraid of Liao Chusheng.

Liao Chusheng wants the third watch to die, and this person will never survive the fifth watch.

But at this time, Feng Jiutian really seemed to be crazy, he no longer knew fear, he didn't know pain.

Whoever dares to stop him will have to die.

Everyone understands that when Liao Chusheng and Feng Jiutian meet, they can only survive one!

In everyone's hearts, the Netherworld Palace should be gloomy and weird.

But there is no trace of evil here, nor is it gloomy, but magnificent.

The Netherworld is made entirely of gold, but the color has become a little dull.

Feng Jiutian walked into the gate, and inside was a long and narrow corridor.

There are countless pillars on both sides of the road, and countless lamps are placed on both sides.

The underground should be dark, but under the light of the day.

Feng Jiutian was not in the mood to look at this, he only had two people at the end of the road in his eyes.

A domineering old man in a black robe, and a beauty in a white dress who is very cold and glamorous.

These were the two people he wanted to see the most, and he risked his life to see these two people.

His gaze had become a little glazed, and even his steps were slightly staggering.

At this point, he felt like he was in a dream, a sweet but murderous dream.

There is nothing more difficult in the world than the beginning and the end, each of which is as difficult as reaching the sky.

In his heart, as long as he killed the black-robed old man in front of him, everything would come to an end.

Whether it is his father's hatred or his own grievances, they will become a thing of the past.

And he can finally save his beloved and stay with her for the rest of his life.

But wanting to kill the old man in the black robe is tantamount to hitting a stone with an egg.

I'm afraid that no one in the world will do this, let alone dare to do it.

But Feng Jiutian did it, and did it without hesitation.

I saw that his figure flashed, and his movements were amazingly fast.

One second it was still at the gate, and the next second it was at the end of the corridor.

Immediately, he reached out to pull Long Lingxue and blocked her behind him.

Everything was so fast, surprisingly fast, so fast that it was jaw-dropping.

But what is even more surprising is the black-robed old man, the Nine Ghost Realm Hades Venerable whose martial arts are almost alone in the rivers and lakes.

Although Feng Jiutian moved quickly, his skills could completely stop it, if he really made a move, Feng Jiutian would not be able to save Long Lingxue.

But he didn't make a move, and he didn't even blink his eyes.

It was as if he was asleep, and he didn't see what was happening in front of him.

Just after Feng Jiutian completed this series of actions, he slowly opened his mouth.

"Child, you're finally here, I've been waiting for you for a long time."

Liao Chusheng's voice was a little kind, as if the person in front of him was not an enemy, but a close relative.

Feng Jiutian didn't pay attention, his voice was still cold, without a trace of emotion.

"Why are you waiting for me? To kill me? ”

"No, I did everything just to say a word to you."

"Could it be that you caught Lingxue just to say a word to me?"

"That's right......"

Liao Chusheng said softly, but then his tone changed again.

"Hmmm! Who do you say she is? ”

"You know it, so why do you know?"

"It seems that I was wrong, you can't take Miss Dragon away today!"

"You want to keep her? Then ask me if the sword in my hand says yes! ”

"The deity doesn't want to hurt you, but if you have to protect her, you're asking for your own hardship!"

Liao Chusheng's feet didn't seem to move at all, but the person came to him in an instant.

The power of his palm was as majestic as an ocean, and no one could resist a blow.

But Feng Jiutian will never admit defeat, even if he dies.

The Flowing Cloud Sword in his hand flashed, and ten thousand rays of brilliance bloomed in an instant.

Liao Chusheng turned a blind eye, and his right palm still slammed towards Feng Jiutian.

Feng Jiu Angel exerted ten successes, and the sword in his hand became more and more fierce and deadly.

How could it be that Liao Chusheng's internal strength had already reached the realm of transformation, and no matter how much brilliance there was, it was vulnerable.

The brilliance of the Liuyun Sword was connected with the palm power, and it only lasted for a moment, and then it quickly converged.

In another moment, Guanghua was completely swept away, and Feng Jiutian was hit and retreated six or seven zhang.

At this time, a mouthful of blood gushed up Feng Jiutian's throat, but he didn't dare to vomit, let alone vomit.

If he vomited blood, Long Lingxue would feel distressed, and Liao Chusheng would know his skills.

He will never allow his loved ones to feel sorry for him, let alone let his enemies know about his injuries.

Feng Jiutian silently swallowed this mouthful of blood, and no matter how much pain he had, he could only endure it silently.

His body trembled a little, and he tried to hide it, but it turned out to be covered.

"Fool, you're so badly injured, let's go!"

Long Lingxue found out about Feng Jiutian's injury, and her expression was extremely sad.

"Lingxue, even if I fight for my life, I will definitely kill this demon!"

"Fool, why do you ...... for me"

"Not only for you, but for my father."

Long Lingxue's eyes filled with tears at this time, and she didn't know whether it was self-blame or heartache.

How much she wished that she didn't have a rope on her, and how much she wished she could help Feng Jiutian.

Although her martial arts skills are not as good as Feng Jiutian, she is willing to die for him.

But now she can't do anything but pray silently for Feng Jiutian.

Feng Jiutian took out his sword again and again, and was injured again and again.

Long Lingxue watched him hurt for himself again and again, and his heart was about to break.

Feng Jiutian is Feng Jiutian, as long as he does not succeed, he will never back down.

No matter how many injuries he suffered, no matter how many times he was knocked down, he would never take half a step back.

His martial arts skills are world-renowned and his mind is flexible, but he is vulnerable in front of Liao Chusheng.

He couldn't do anything but get back from failure again and again.

Even so, he got up again and again.

No matter how badly wounded, he had to get up.

As long as he doesn't die, he will definitely let Liao Chusheng pay for his blood debts!

"Feng Jiutian, your father's death has nothing to do with me, and the matter is not ......"

Liao Chusheng said slowly, his tone was so helpless.

"Shut up! I won't believe your! ”

Feng Jiutian's green muscles burst out, and a loud shout interrupted Liao Chusheng's words.

Then he stabbed another sword, a sword that was extremely swift.

However, his injuries were too serious, and his consciousness was blurred, and no matter how swift the sword was, it was useless.

Liao Chusheng shook his head, turned his body slightly to avoid the sword, and hit Feng Jiutian's back with a backhand.

Feng Jiutian couldn't dodge, and he was hit hard in the back, and a stream of heat gushed out of the cavity.

Feng Jiutian had an idea, used enough internal force, and spurted out a mouthful of blood in an instant.

This mouthful of blood did not spray to the ground, not to the air, but to Liao Chusheng.

Although Liao Chusheng was wearing a ghost mask on his face, his two eyes were exposed.

A mouthful of Feng Jiutian's blood was all sprayed on Liao Chusheng's eyes.

Liao Chusheng's eyes were covered by blood, and the world turned red in an instant.

But then a cold light flooded, and another stream of blood splattered out.

The owner of the blood is not Feng Jiutian, not Long Lingxue, but Liao Chusheng!

Although Feng Jiutian was covered in blood, his eyes had returned to clarity.

The Liuyun Sword in his hand actually pierced Liao Chusheng's throat.

The situation is changing so fast, so fast that people are caught off guard.

The fighting stopped, the talking stopped, and the heartbeat stopped.

Only the sound of blood rolling down from the tip of the sword announced the death of the head of the evil path.

I'm afraid that no matter who it is, I would never have imagined that the person who died would be Liao Chusheng.

Even Feng Jiutian himself didn't seem to expect it in the last second.

But this is the case, whether you think about it or not, the facts will not change.

Liao Chusheng fell down slowly, his eyes were full of unwillingness and sadness, but then he smiled, and the laughter gave people a feeling of kindness.

"Son, now you can always listen to what I have hidden in my heart for years, right?"

Feng Jiutian nodded lightly, looking at Liao Chusheng's eyes full of doubts.

"Say what you want to say!"

"I just want to tell you one thing, appearances will lie......"

After Liao Chusheng finished saying the last word, he slowly closed his eyes and lost his breath.

Long Lingxue let out a sigh of relief when she saw that Liao Chusheng was dead.

Feng Jiutian walked towards her, with a staggering but firm step.

The Liuyun Sword flashed, Feng Jiutian cut the rope that was tied to Long Lingxue's body, she happily hugged Feng Jiutian and kissed him lightly on the lips.

"Thank you, fool, ...... again"

She had a lot to say to Feng Jiutian, but was interrupted by an old man who walked in from outside.

This old man didn't have a trace of murderous aura in his body, and obviously didn't know any martial arts at all.

When he saw Liao Chusheng's body lying on the ground, he ran over like crazy.

He didn't take the two young men seriously at all, only the dead lord in his eyes.

The old man leaned down and picked up Liao Chusheng's body, tears raging.

"O Lord! Why did you just go! You let the old slave ......"

Feng Jiutian had always been very vigilant, and his Flowing Cloud Sword had already reached the old man's neck at this time.

"Say! Who are you! ”

"I am a servant of the Lord, a servant who has followed him for twenty years."

"Can you answer me a few questions?"

"Well, you ask."

"First of all, what happened to the Nine Ghost Realm, where did the real masters go?"

"The old slave is just a servant of the lord, I don't know about this kind of thing."

"Then do you know why Liao Chusheng suddenly didn't use the sword?"

"Suddenly not? I have followed the Lord for twenty years, and I have never seen him use a sword! ”

"What! That's impossible! Obviously half a month ago in Qianhua Mountain, he was still ......"

"What are you kidding, the Venerable Lord hasn't left the Holy Realm for several years."

"Then why is he wearing Ugin gloves, are they just weapons?"

"The old slave doesn't know, I know the lord, and he has always worn it and never taken it off."

Feng Jiutian felt extremely surprised at this time, so much so that his body trembled a little.

If what the old man said was true, then who would be the person who claimed to be Liao Chusheng and fought him in the woods?

Feng Jiutian never knew what fear was, but at this time, there was a huge fear in his heart.

He felt like he had fallen into an abyss, a bottomless abyss......

Feng Jiutian slowly squatted down and took off Liao Chusheng's gloves.

Presented in front of him were a pair of big hands, a pair of big hands without thumbs.

Anyone can tell that these hands have been crippled for many years.

And without a big finger, it is impossible to use a sword, never will.

Feng Jiutian clearly remembered that his father died under the sword and was pierced through the throat by the sword.

There is only one explanation for this, and it is the only one.

That is the murderer who killed his father, not Liao Chusheng at all!

Feng Jiutian didn't want to believe it, couldn't believe it, and couldn't believe it.

If all this is true, it means that the murderer of my father is someone else.

Who is the murderer, and what kind of game is he arranging?

He was like a chess piece being played with by him, and he didn't know anything about him.

"Fool, come quickly!"

Long Lingxue seemed to have discovered something and suddenly shouted.

Feng Jiutian came back to his senses when he heard this, and walked over quickly.

"Look, there's a Book of Life and Death, and a dagger holder!"

Feng Jiutian hurriedly took the "Book of Life and Death" and flipped through it, his face changed instantly, and his eyes were full of disbelief, as if he saw heavy snow in June.

This "Book of Life and Death" records countless names, countless names that are praised. But most of these people are already dead, and they have been killed by Liao Chusheng.

Because after each name there are countless counts, countless counts.

These people should be heroes who save the needy, but in the book, they have become sinners through the ages.

There are a few people's crimes, and Feng Jiutian has heard his father talk about it.

However, there was no name of Yun Songqing in it, which undoubtedly made him happy and confused.

Feng Jiutian's hands trembled inexplicably, trembling so much that even the Book of Life and Death fell heavily to the ground.

Everything seems bizarre, but almost nothing is far-fetched.

Long Lingxue's face was also ugly at this time, and her voice was also trembling.

"Silly...... Fool, do you think this will ...... Could it be true? ”

"It must be true!"

"How so?"

"Think about it, why should they be cheating!"

"Yes, he would never have imagined that you would destroy the ghost realm today."

"That's right, since you can't think of it, why fake?"

"Yes...... But if this is true, then wouldn't Liao Chusheng ......"

"Isn't it a great hero worthy of praise from all the people in the martial arts!"

Long Lingxue nodded, looking at Feng Jiutian with four eyes, and his expression of disbelief was overflowing.

It was a long time before she continued to speak.

"What do you think should be on top of this empty dagger rack?"

"Ahh Token of the Underworld! ”

"But it's empty, isn't it ......?"

"You're saying that someone stole Ah Bi and took away a large number of masters!"

"Yes, but who could this man be?"

"I think I know who he is, but I don't know who he is!"

"Fool, what do you mean by that?"

"It's probably related to the man in black who kidnapped you, but I don't know his true identity!"

"In your opinion, what is he doing all this for?"

"I don't know, I just hope his target is not Qianhua Mountain......"

Feng Jiutian thought that if he killed Liao Chusheng, he would be in an extremely happy mood.

But now he knew he was wrong, a big mistake.

Liao Chusheng's death does not mean the end, but the beginning.

In the face of a shocking conspiracy, he seems at a loss.

What does it mean to appear to be lying? What does Liao Chusheng want to tell himself?

He never knew what regret was in his life, but now he was in deep remorse, and if he hadn't been blinded by hatred, he might have been able to get to the bottom of it completely.

But now he has cut off the most important clues with his own hands, and everything has to start from scratch.

But Feng Jiutian is Feng Jiutian, he will never give up, and he will never admit defeat.

As long as he is alive, he must find the murderer and eradicate the evil.

Only justice and truth can live forever in the world......