A ghost snake near the Haitian Empire.

In the gray ghost mist, two humans, a man and a woman, wandered like headless flies in the ghostly wilderness.

Dozens of miles behind the two, two gray anomalous areas were constantly moving with the two.

If you look closely, you can see that both anomalous areas are humanoid.

"Brother Liu, wait for me." A feminine voice, as muffled as possible, came from the anomalous area behind.

"Zuo Taizhe, are you bothered, the sect mission hasn't started yet, what are you doing with me?" Liu Zongtuo held a bronze compass in his left hand and a Tianmeng robe in his right hand, looking impatiently behind him.

"Brother Liu, don't be so unkind, everyone is the same family, and they should take care of each other when they come to the ghost world." Zuo Taizhe also held up the gray cloth-like Tianmeng clothes, and flew to Liu Zong's side in a sneering manner.

Liu Zong frowned and looked in the direction of the compass pointer, and muttered, "It's almost in the danger zone here, why are they still moving forward." ”

Thinking of the possible bad situation, he didn't care about arguing with Zuo Taizhe anymore, and flew in the direction pointed by the compass at a faster speed.

Dozens of miles ago, above the gray forest, Zhang Baoshan was under the siege of hundreds of ghosts and ghost soldiers, wantonly slaughtering.

His palm was like the demon king's ghost claw under the entanglement of the black ghostly flame, sharp, scorching and extremely corrosive, ordinary unformed ghost spirits would be destroyed at the touch, which was equivalent to a high-level ghost soldier of the eighth or ninth level of human qi cultivation under the ghostly flame claw, and it could not last a round.

In between battles, Zhang Baoshan's gaze swept over an irregular gray ** field on the periphery of the battle group from time to time, and the corners of his eyes twitched slightly.

That stupid woman really had a way to keep herself safe, and she really blew the dog.

The two of them had gone thousands of miles deep into the ghost snake, and had reached the real ghost world, and the gray fog below was no longer just gray forests and gray puddles, and some gray ghost villages began to appear gradually.

Without any protection, Zhang Baoshan, a foundation building monk, was like a walking humanoid sun, and his fiery yang energy and special aura exclusive to human monks made him extremely conspicuous in the gray mist.

Su Yaqi, who seemed to have a bad brain, obviously expected this scene, and as soon as the greedy and crazy ghosts found the two of them, she took out the prepared Tianmeng clothes from the storage bag, covered herself, and then stood next to her and watched Zhang Baoshan's solo performance with interest.

In the sky above the ghost village, the sound of "snorting" claws tearing and all kinds of weird cries of ghosts resounded.

Liu Zong and Zuo Taizhe appeared from a distance in Tianmeng clothes, carefully landed in the ghost forest next to the ghost village, and looked at the battle in mid-air.

"The inner disciple of the Sword Gate is so fierce." Liu Zong's eyes widened, he had just seen a powerful reggae with cyan flesh wings on its back being torn apart with a claw, turning into a puddle of rotten flesh.

Because of the mastery of thunder and lightning powers, reggae is not afraid of most of the low-level thunder and fire methods, and it is a relatively difficult existence among all the ghost soldiers, which is equivalent to the level of the core disciples of the major sects.

With such a special ghost, Liu Zong does not have a high winning rate even if he plays in person.

"Did you see that? That blue-winged reggae just now. ”

Suddenly seeing such a powerful scene, Liu Zong urgently needed to confide in others, he turned his head and looked at Zuo Taizhe, who had been following him, only to find that this fellow disciple was holding Tianmeng's clothes in one hand and holding a photo stone in the other, carefully recording the battle that took place in mid-air.

Liu Zong was stunned for a moment, then reacted quickly, he quickly took out a crystal jade from the storage bag, and recorded it carefully like Zuo Taizhe.

Originally, he followed the two out of the city just to save the beauty of the hero and rescue the sister Yaqi who was in danger, but now the inner door of the knife gate, which he regarded as a weak chicken, has been transformed into a hidden master who has at least completed his qi training, and his dream of heroically saving the beauty has come to naught, but the explosive battle scene recorded by the Lingering Stone should make him earn a lot of spirit stones.

Zhang Baoshan, who was strolling leisurely among the ghosts, even if he didn't look back, felt the clear breath of two fellow doors not far away. The Heavenly Mask made of treacherous bark had a great impact on the perception of ghosts, but it did not have any effect on the spiritual consciousness of the monks, and he tore a disgusting pregnant female ghost to pieces with a single claw, and his idle spiritual sense swept to the two fellow disciples like photographers.

Ignoring the two core disciples who were obviously too idle, Zhang Baoshan "sneered" a few times to clean up the remaining ghosts, then took Su Yaqi's hand and continued to wander around in the ghosts.

After the two flew away, Liu Zong and Zuo Taizhe did not immediately follow them away, but quickly came to the bottom of the previous battle site and searched for valuable ghost materials.

The so-called ghost material is the material that falls from the ghost, and the strength of the ghost is at least up to the high-level ghost soldier, so there is a small probability of dropping the ghost material.

Liu Zong carefully dressed in Tianmeng's clothes, carefully rummaging through the large amount of carrion in the ghost village, Zuo Taizhe stood beside him, rarely without the intention of competing with him.

Reggaeton's cyan meat wings, the blood-red umbilical cord broken in two by the maternal ghost, and the white eyeballs of the five strange ghosts, the three rare ghost materials were quickly found by Liu Zong, he glanced at Zuo Taizhe, who had a habit of cleanliness, shook his head helplessly, and threw a wiped white eyeball at him.

"Those who see have a share, this one is yours, and the rest is mine."

"Thank you."

After Liu Zong finished taking the ghost materials, he quickly left the ghost village with Zuo Taizhe, and there were still some low-value ghost materials in the carrion, but the positioning distance of the sect's positioning compass was limited, and he didn't want to lose the two of them because of rummaging through some garbage.

He took the bronze compass, flew in front of him, and teased behind him with a smile: "Then again, Zuo Taizhe, you are a core disciple of the Daomen, you really don't know the inner gate of the Daomen named Zhang Baoshan?" ”

Zuo Taizhe, who was following him, was wiping his right hand on his clothes, and that hand had touched the eyeballs of the five strange ghosts before.

"The surname Zhang is a big surname, and Baoshan is a very common name, and there are seven or eight Zhang Baoshan I know. It is said that the true disciple who asked the elder of the wine Taoist to invite Jin Zhong is also named Zhang Baoshan. So, do you think I know Zhang Baoshan? ”

"If you don't know, you don't know, what are you doing so much."

The two of them quarreled quietly, closely following Zhang Baoshan and Su Yaqi more than ten miles away, changing directions from time to time, and sneaking deeper into the ghost with twists and turns.

In the ghost fog below, a ghost town of a large scale began to appear, and the ghost town generally survived ghost generals with the strength of a real person, Zhang Baoshan asked Su Yaqi for a Tianmeng robe in order to save his physical strength, and he also carefully hid his figure.

He looked at the large number of ghosts living below with admiration, and felt as if he was walking through a real hell, novel and exciting.

Looking at it, Zhang Baoshan's eyes were aimed at a beautiful woman with a human appearance. The woman was about thirty years old, sitting in the window of a building in a ghost town, with plump breasts and fat buttocks, and a seductive temperament, like a ripe peach, which was extremely attractive.

The memory of the old demon in Lounan made Zhang Baoshan know the roots of the woman clearly.

It was a female rakshasa, and it could be seen from the perfect seductive aura that that rakshasa was still a ghost general.

"I feel like I've left something behind, right in front of me."

Just as Zhang Baoshan was enjoying the beautiful scenery below, Su Yaqi's voice came from behind him.

He frowned and looked at the sky in the distance.

In the gray churning ghost fog is a vague but obviously large ghost town.

"How long does it take you to get something?" Zhang Baoshan asked with a frown.

"With no one to influence, a quarter of an hour is enough."

"A quarter of an hour?" Zhang Baoshan looked at the ghosts in the distance, and suddenly had a toothache.

A ghost town of that size can be called a ghost town, I'm afraid there is more than one ghost king stationed there. A quarter of an hour, I'm afraid it's enough to die ten times.

"Hurry up, I won't be able to hold out for long."

"Got it."

Zhang Baoshan gritted his teeth, and rushed to the ghost city as fast as he could, taking advantage of the fact that the Tianmeng clothes on his head still had some effect, he directly burned the essence blood, flesh, and bone marrow, and directly launched a suicide attack on a terrifying aura like a brilliant underworld in the ghost city.

The Flame Claw is divided into six types, corresponding to the sixfold realm of the Sword Path, the Fire Path, and the Trick Dao, and the power of each type is increased tenfold, and the consumption also skyrockets, in order to cast the sixth form of the Flame Claw - the Flame Underworld, he has to burn his body and most of his spiritual power, and also exchange for a strong explosion.

The move unfolded, and the black underworld flickering with countless ghostly flames suddenly appeared in the sky above the ghost city, and pressed down on the entire ghost city with the terrifying momentum of Mount Tai.

Of course, with Zhang Baoshan's foundation building and cultivation, he can only show a little bit of the surface of this move, the terrifying momentum is fake, and a deep claw hidden in the Dark Flame Underworld is real.

The unknown strong man suddenly attacked, and the ghost clans in the ghost city scattered and fled.

Su Yaqi, who was dressed in Tianmeng, and Liu Zong and Zuo Taizhe behind them, all looked at the magnificent Brilliant Underworld with shocked eyes. The difference is that Su Yaqi sneaked directly into the ghost town after taking a look, reciting a mysterious spell at a certain spatial node, while the other two kept watching and kept recording everything that happened with a shadow stone.

The ghost king's black-body rakshasa who was locked by Zhang Baoshan with a desperate blow smashed several floors of pavilions in a rage, and rushed straight towards Zhang Baoshan, who was transformed into a sad claw.

"Build the foundation of the human race, you are looking for death!"

Rakshasa had a green glow in his eyes, and the nameless black knife he held in his right hand was ghostly and terrifying, and he brandished the nameless black knife, and the strange sword like a ghost appeared in front of the huge Ghost Flame Claw across the space, trying to stop this thing that made him uneasy.

But to Rakshasa's surprise, his ghost blade seemed to have slashed into the air, directly skipping the location of the huge Stygian Claw, and rushing into the distant sky.

"The old monster...... The sixth layer of the knife path ......"

The sword realm of this Rakshasa Ghost King has initially entered the fifth layer, the sword realm. To be able to completely exempt him from the Ghost Shadow Knife can only be the realm of the sixth layer of the Dao of the Dao.

He didn't understand, the sixth layer of the Dao of Knives could not only be reached by human primordial old monsters, how could it appear on a foundation-building thief.