However, just as Zhao Shenbi stared intently at the crystal clear lotus seed, a strong killing machine suddenly locked on the four of them.

A strange sound of metal friction sounded from the top of the tower, and the four of them realized that there was a deep figure on the top of the small black tower, which was clinging to the small tower like a maggot on the tarsal bone.

The black shadow's long hair was scattered and disheveled, obscuring his face, and his entire body was covered in mottled rusty chain mail, except for a pair of palms as dry as old tree bark exposed to the air.

At this moment, the black shadow slowly raised his head, a pair of crimson pupils looked at everyone through his messy hair, and his left hand slowly pulled out a dark and dim broadsword from his back, but the palm of his right hand was like a whirlpool, exuding a powerful suction.

And in the center of the vortex, there were countless unjust souls imprisoned in it, constantly wailing and roaring, if you look closely, the hideous faces of those unjust souls are exactly the same as those human-sized worms outside the tower!

Zhao Shenbi took a deep breath, and his heart slowly sank to the bottom.

Although he had overestimated the risks of the burial space as much as possible, he still did not realize that it would not be enough.

Wang Yun's face was also full of guilt and panic at this moment, because this black figure was just exuding a strong aura, which made his body feel like it was collapsing and bursting, and his soul was even more like he was about to come out of his body, being sucked into the vortex in the black shadow's hand, and he couldn't raise any resistance at all.

This black shadow, Zhao Shenbi is even more familiar, it is a soul-sucking ghost who is transformed by the monk's resentful spirit, and specializes in absorbing the soul and cultivating.

One of the most dangerous life and death crises in his previous life was that after stepping into the Divine Realm, when he traveled across the border, he had no intention of going deep into the land of Yin Death, and was almost seriously injured to death by a sixth-order peak Soul Sucking Ghost.

Although the soul-sucking ghost in front of him was far inferior to the one he encountered back then, the aura exuded at this moment still made Zhao Shenbi feel like Mount Tai was overpowered, and he couldn't tell what kind of realm it was.

Liu Fenglin's cultivation of the Heavenly Thunder Fa was originally only focused on the soul and did not take into account the physical body at all, and at this moment, under the heavy pressure, there was even a trace of blood flowing out of the seven orifices, and even the vision became blurred.

And Shi Kun couldn't stand it well, his green qi was flowing wildly, like a dragon, desperately unloading the overwhelming breath.

Zhao Shenbi's eyes were resolute, and in the heart lake, the natal sword qi left by Zhao Xiuyun was already ready to move, and it was about to explode.

A sigh suddenly rang out.

Just when everyone was ready to fight to the death, the bottom of the small black tower, which had turned into the remains of a monk with dry bones, and in the hollow eyes, there was a warm and pure white light, and he slowly stood up and walked out of the small tower in one step.

The dry bones of the robe looked at the huge worms with countless humanoid faces around him, and there was a trace of sadness on his skull, which was already without the slightest flesh and blood.

I saw that with a wave of his arm, hundreds of hideous and abnormal human-faced worms suddenly ignited with extremely bright cyan flames, which quickly turned into flying ashes.

On the face of the monk on the worm's head, there was a hint of relief, and the eyes that looked at the skeleton in the robe were mixed with heavy sadness and attachment.

The robed skeleton sighed, as if recalling the distant past.

The skeleton did not exmantle the slightest breath from its body, but once it appeared, it made the surrounding air seem to condense into substance.

On top of the small tower, the soul-sucking ghost is even more like a great enemy, motionless.

A warm man's voice suddenly sounded, and it actually came from the mouth of the skeleton, "This little friend, the secret method you cultivate is the dragon and tiger secret treasure?"

The Dao robe skeleton turned its head, its eyes flashing with white shimmer and looked deeply at Shi Kun.

Shi Kun was shocked, immediately reacted, and hurriedly hugged his fists respectfully and said: "Meet the seniors, the exercises practiced by the younger generations are not the Dragon and Tiger Secret Collection, but an ordinary three-grade exercise passed on to the younger generations by the respected teacher to refine the physique and polish the foundation, called the Dragon and Tiger Heart Sutra." ”

When the skeleton heard this, it actually pulled the corners of its mouth and let out a gratifying laugh, which seemed to penetrate from the depths of time, and it seemed a little old.

"This Dragon and Tiger Heart Sutra is exactly what I said about the basic exercises of the Dragon and Tiger Secret Collection. Although I don't know who your master is, and I don't know where this exercise comes from, but since I have learned the Dragon and Tiger Secret Collection, I am a disciple of my Heavenly Dao Sect. ”

As soon as the words fell, a cyan light suddenly rose above the skull bone's hand, condensing into a cyan talisman seal, and with a wave, he couldn't help but punch the talisman into Shi Kun's eyebrows.

"Poor Dao is one of the seven true people of the eighteenth generation of the Heavenly Dao Sect, the Taoist number Qinglian Daoist, from today onwards, he will accept apprentices on behalf of the teacher, accept you as a disciple of my Dao Sect, and pass on the Dragon and Tiger Secret Treasure of my Heavenly Dao Sect!"

In Shi Kun's sea of knowledge, at this moment, it was like a volcanic eruption, and huge pieces of information poured out from the cyan talisman seal, almost bursting his sea of knowledge.

Strange scenes appeared in his mind, there were immortals flying on cranes, Taoists feathering and passing away, Lotus was born and died, life and death were replaced, tigers roared, and green dragons soared, and finally turned into simple and solemn cyan characters, which were deeply engraved in his mind like a brand.

Shi Kun immediately sat on the ground, closed and concentrated, pinched the meridian formula in his hand, and the rhyme germinated, as if he was in a big dream, and he didn't realize it.

The Qinglian Daoist, who was already only a skeleton remaining, sighed, slowly withdrew his gaze from Shi Kun, looked at Zhao Shenbi together, was lightly surprised, and immediately bowed down with great meaning.

"Poor Taoist Taoist Friend, now it seems that his soul is incomplete?" the Taoist said slowly, and even used a secret method to isolate a small world, among the four people, only Zhao Shenbi was clearly audible.

Seeing that Zhao Shenbi was silent, Qinglian Daoist was dumbfounded for a moment before he said slowly, "Daoist friends don't need to worry, the poor Dao has fallen for 10,000 years, and they will definitely not have any thoughts about the reincarnated body of Daoyou, but this Dao Law True Lotus born on the chest of the poor Dao can help Daoist friends restore their divine souls for a point or two." ”

"Why are Daoyou buried here, which great power is buried in this burial space, and why is it so sinister and weird?" Zhao Shenbi frowned and spoke in a low voice.

However, Liu Fenglin and Wang Yun looked at it, Qinglian Daoren and Zhao Shenbi were just motionless, just like guarding the same static black figure on the verge of a great enemy.

Qinglian Daoren's eyes showed sadness, and there was a trace of confusion, and he said in a trembling voice, "Crazy, Tianzun is crazy, it is all this created by Tianzun, he actually wants to use so many living beings as a furnace, all of them for him to turn into life, help him survive and be reborn." ”

Zhao Shenbi's doubts were even stronger, and he was about to open his mouth to ask, when he felt an awe-inspiring killing machine falling from the sky and bursts of terrifying suction, as if his soul was about to fly out of his body.

I saw that the soul-sucking ghost held a sword in his left hand and slashed at the head of the Qinglian Daoist from the sky, and the suction in the palm of his right hand rotated wildly, suddenly grabbing the cyan lotus flower on the Taoist's chest.

Qinglian Dao people showed a hint of regret and anger in their eyes, and shouted loudly, "Qingyun, look at the way you look now! Is the true path that my generation has sought really so vulnerable compared to that immortality? In order to survive, you did not hesitate to turn yourself into a soul-sucking ghost in despair, absorbing the souls of your disciples, and only then have you survived to this day, what is the difference between you and that mad Tianzun?"

The figure of the soul-sucking ghost that came from the slaughter was stunned, and a trace of struggle and hesitation flashed in the scarlet pupils, but in an instant, it was covered by bloodthirsty red light, and countless resentful spirits rose from the sword and slashed towards the Qinglian Dao people.

Seeing this, the Qinglian Dao people sighed sadly again, and without any hesitation, a cyan Dao sword suddenly appeared out of thin air in his hand, and the Dao rhyme on the sword body flowed, like a cyan heavenly thunder, and suddenly stabbed at the body of the soul-sucking ghost.

A sword pierced through the body and pierced into the belly of the soul-sucking ghost, no blood flowed out, only a trace of rich black qi escaped in the air, and the green sword suddenly turned into a cluster of cyan flames, burning raging on its body.

The Soulsucker let out an extremely terrible roar, but its form still did not stop, and it continued to slash towards the Qinglian Dao people.

The wind swirled, and it seemed to reveal the withered and withered face that was covered by scattered black hair, and it was even vaguely visible that that person must have been a handsome young Taoist before his death.

Qinglian Daoist showed a look of reminiscence, "Back then, you and I went up the mountain to seek the Tao together, among the 100,000 disciples, you have the highest talent, the fastest practice, and the strongest Taoism. ”

"You once said that you must open the gate of heaven, enter the upper realm, and save sentient beings, but now, is this your way?

"Qingyun, when it comes to cultivation, I'm not as good as you, but when it comes to Taoism, you're not as good as me, if the Tao doesn't exist, what's the point of cultivation?

Qinglian Taoist shouted loudly, and pinched the trick in his hand again, presenting the Taoist nine-character mantra seal, and the power of the sky was revealed, and there were dragons and tigers coiled, and the seat gave birth to Qinglian, like the immortal descending into the world, and the bearing was like a cloud and the sea.

The Qinglian Daoist pushed it out with one palm, and there was no spiritual power flow and cultivation fluctuations, like an understatement, gently pressing on the chest of the soul-sucking ghost.

And that extremely terrifying pitch-black figure, in an instant, the form and spirit were destroyed, and there was no trace of it.

Cracks spread out from the space, like spider webs, covering the four universes in an instant, causing the upper and lower universes to vibrate slightly.

The space is unstable, and the secret realm will collapse.