However, he was resisted by the wave of the folding fan of the Nine Shadows, and he said with a slight sneer: "You can think about it, but there is not much time, you must make a choice before the White Whisker Daoist finds out here."

Old Xiao Tou glanced back at Yan San, and from the expression on his face, he knew how worried he was about the safety of the tomb keeper now. Although Lao Xiao Tou desperately didn't want to have anything to do with someone like the Nine Shadows, for the sake of the safety of the tomb keeper, he still accepted the conditions of the Nine Shadows.

With a triumphant wave of the Nine Shadows, the masked men sent the tomb keeper to Yan San. And also handed him some healing medicine.

Yan San disdained these healing drugs and threw them into the quagmire. He took out some healing medicine from his bosom and poured it on the grave keeper, who was so badly injured that he seemed to have only half a life left.

Yan San hated Jiuyou Gongzi in his heart, and he swore in his heart that one day he would slaughter this guy with his own hands.

With the tomb keeper, the group began to walk towards the Ancient Xuan Array.

What kind of existence is this? It is almost impossible to describe it in words.

The sky was made up of countless bones and corpses, and the ground was a sea of blood that rolled up and raged. Everywhere in the air could be seen severed but still movable limbs, and instead of dust, the wind was blowing up countless ghostly spirits, and they were whistling in the air, and the sound was terrible and piercing.

The wood spirit can also be regarded as a ruthless master, but in the face of such a terrifying picture, he was still frightened and his legs trembled. He wanted to break free of the suction and fly out as quickly as possible. However, his body was pushed into the sea of blood by countless ghosts. In a huge wave of blood rolled up.

He saw an incomparably huge face, all of which were condensed by ghosts, and the two huge pupils glowed with a thick fierce light. A fountain of blood spurted from his mouth, as if he were spitting air.

The huge face jerked down, and the entire blood wave also formed a bow. Its enormous pupils almost touched the wood spirit's pale, bloodless face.

"You! Who are you? After a long time, the wood spirit, who had already been frightened to the sky, slowly regained his senses, and he asked with a frightened look as he stared at the huge face.

The voice of the Nether Lord was very gloomy, like a giant human skin drum being struck.

"Nether? Are you a ghost? The Wood Spirit raised its head with difficulty and asked the face, feeling that every sound it made carried a tremendous amount of coercion, making it almost impossible for the Wood Spirit to straighten its body.

"Ancient and secluded, gods fall into the netherworld......" The face whistled, and it actually sang.

The voice was very depressed, with a strong sense of sadness.

Mu Jing didn't expect this ghost to be so sentimental!

Legend! In ancient times, it was divided into three worlds: heaven, earth and man. The sky is located in the pure qi of the nine spirits, and the earth is located in the turbid qi under the nine mysteries. People take the qi of the middle way. At the junction of the three qis, the Xuanling Dao was chaotic and unclear, forming the six ancient forbidden secret realms. The Netherworld is one of them.

The Netherworld is the convergence of the pure qi of the nine spirits and the turbid qi of the nine mysteries, where the heaven and the earth are turned upside down, there is no beginning and no emptiness, and it is called the most dangerous place in the six secret realms of ancient times.

The wood spirit was also one of the six secret realms, but when he saw the netherworld with his own eyes, he was still deeply shocked.

If there is any place in the world that is like hell, it is the Netherworld.

"Meet the Lord of the Ghost, I don't know what the Lord of the Ghost has for summoning the little one here?" Now that Mu Jing knew the details of the other party, he immediately changed into a very flattering face and said respectfully.

"Ancient! You, too.... I'm going to lend you," the huge face roared word by word.

But Mu Jing didn't understand a word, he only heard about something ancient, borrowed a few words.

Mu Jing was slightly stunned, and then he clenched his fist at his face and said, "Can my predecessors know that I have the aura of an ancient void god?" ”。

The wood spirit was not surprised at all that the ghost lord could see that he had some void god qi in his body, because the people in the six secret realms were said to have appeared with the void god qi in the past. According to the legend of the older generation of the family, the six secret realms in the ancient times had a catastrophe, legend, that was formed after the fall of a void god, since then the six secret realms have mysteriously appeared in the void god qi, they are not affected by the three qi, but can be absorbed by some elves, and finally these elves who have absorbed the blood god's qi have become quasi-five-element elves with a certain void god's qi.

It's just that this secret has been banned by the six secret realms, and except for the native elf clan in the six secret realms, it is no longer known to outsiders.

"Swire.... Quiet... The huge face of the Immortal roared in extreme rage, and the wood spirit did not know that his words had provoked him, so that he was so furious.

The Wood Spirit panicked and hurriedly dodged, but it was still too late, and a circle of blood-colored cyclones erupted from the mouth of the huge face, and they chased and killed the Wood Spirit like a living thing, and finally fainted him in the void.

Rumble!

The wood spirit was smashed down, and the armor on its body had already shattered. He pursed his lips like green leaves, and glanced back at the ghost's massive face. Suddenly, a family account of the ghost god sounded.

That's how it describes the Ghost Clan.

Born with a bone-loving nature, a sea of blood on the ground, a netherworld xenomorph, a formless mood, cruel and murderous!

Mu Jing didn't take a deep breath, and secretly thought, this guy's temperament is so repetitive, it seems that the tricks of dealing with ordinary people don't work for him at all.

The only way out now was the light curtain he had just ingested, and now that it had not been completely closed, the wood spirit immediately rose up from the air and rushed towards the void where the light curtain was.

But before he could fly halfway, he was spurted back by a blood-colored spiral from his face. Although the face was some distance from the light curtain, his huge face only needed to turn slightly to seal the void.

The wood spirit was once again swept up by the blood-colored spiral and smashed down into the sea of blood. He poured a few mouthfuls of plasma before he barely rushed back into the void. When he stood still, a fishy breath filled his chest, and he couldn't help but open his mouth and squirt out a few mouthfuls of blood-red viscous liquid. In fact, these seas of blood just look like blood, but they are not real plasma, and the few mouthfuls that have just been swallowed by the wood spirit have turned into a brownish-black at this time.

The Wood Elf doesn't know what it is, but it seems to possess a mystical power that can make people feel the urge to kill for an extremely temporary period of time. The wood spirit's eyes turned red at this time, and the corners of his mouth were screaming like beasts. It wasn't until a drop of jade-like liquid seeped out from the center of the wood spirit's eyebrows that the blood in his pupils gradually dissipated.

The wood spirit stared at the ghost, a sneer on his lips, he had now finally found a way to restrain it. The Wood Spirit's body rose several times in succession, and finally he almost leaned over the huge face. At this moment, the face suddenly opened its big mouth, and a large blood-colored spiral rushed towards the wood spirit.

At this time, the wood spirit was already ready, and when the spiral rushed over, he immediately stepped on a huge cloud next to his face and circled around his face. The blood-colored spirals also spun with him, and just as the wood spirit had run for the seventh lap, he suddenly changed direction and rushed straight towards the giant face of the ghost.

Boom!

Dozens of blood-colored spirals, almost indistinguishable from front to back, smashed on the huge face of the ghost. At this moment, the wood spirit violently pulled out of the clouds and rushed towards the light curtain.

Seeing that the light curtain in front of him was getting brighter and brighter, Mu Jing was so excited that he almost laughed wildly, but at the moment when one of his feet had already stepped into the light curtain, his other foot couldn't take a step anyway. As soon as he turned around, he was immediately frightened.

I saw a huge mouth, just holding one of his legs and feet. The huge mouth was still splattering with blood-red liquid. He's not a ghost, who else? The wood spirit's desperate eyes stared back at the ghost's millstone-sized eyes. He said, "Phantom God, Phantom Lord, I know that I am wrong, I won't run away, don't swallow me in large quantities."

But the ghost god didn't heed his pleas, and its huge mouth opened quickly, and with a sharp suck, the powerful suction force sucked the wood spirit into its huge throat. Through the deep throat tube, the wood spirit seemed to see that the ghosts he had swallowed were hidden within. The wood spirit didn't want to be like them, and he immediately turned around to rush out, but a long, soft tongue wrapped around him, and then a breath that made him stiffen seeped through his skin into his elven void.

Now the wood spirit is stiff, and it is difficult to escape, even if you move your arms. Mu Jing closed his eyes almost in despair, and at this moment, the voice of the Demon Lord appeared in his mind: "What the hell are you kid doing?" Did you really anger the killer and he wanted to destroy your soul? ”。

When Mu Jing heard this, his face was overjoyed, and he hurriedly said, "Brother Demon Lord, hurry up and help me leave, I can't hold on anymore."

But the Demon Lord looked like he didn't care about himself, and said with a smile: "Lao Tzu also wants to help you, but unfortunately Lao Tzu is seriously injured now, where does he have the strength to assist you in consciousness shuttle?" ”。

When the wood spirit heard the Demon Lord say this, his face was almost about to cry, but now he had a request for help, but he had to beg with kind words and said, "Brother Demon Lord, you say, how can you help me?" ”。

There was silence in his mind for a while, and then the Demon Lord's very cunning tone passed over and said, "Lao Tzu wants all your secret techniques, including how to control the poisonous corpse demon worm!" ”。

Hearing this, the wood spirit's face turned blue, he knew that the demon lord would take advantage of the fire to rob at this time, but he didn't expect his appetite to be so big, he actually wanted to hollow out his wood spirit clan's secret art. Even if he agreed to this, their wood elf elders would not have promised it.

The wood spirit glared angrily at the Demon Lord's consciousness and shouted, "The old man will pass on to you at most two secret techniques, poisonous corpse and demon worm, as for more secret techniques, even if you kill me, you can't do it."

The Demon Lord was silent for a while, and then said lazily: "Okay, but after Lao Tzu rescues you, you must listen to Lao Tzu in everything, otherwise you will be left to fend for yourself in it."

Mu Jing smiled bitterly and gritted his teeth and said, "Okay, the old man has admitted it, this is the consciousness body, and there is a trace of essence, you can take it together."

As he spoke, the wood spirit squirted out a ball of consciousness from its mouth, along with a bit of emerald liquid.

The Demon Lord's consciousness circled around them, and immediately took them away. Then he performed the Consciousness Transmission Technique in the Void.

At this time, the blood beside the wood spirit was even more turbulent, and a blood fountain splashed down, and the wood spirit's whole person was pressed into the sea of blood again.

But this time it wasn't on the ground, but in the palm of some ghost's hand.

He stared at the wood spirit with huge eyes and said, "Help me get out of trouble, I will send you supreme divine power."

The voice was very vicissitudes and very depressing, and at this time, the ghost made the wood spirit feel the inexplicable sadness.

Is there something he pleads to himself? Mu was stunned for a moment, and he seemed to realize that maybe this was a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity. If he can obtain the divine power of a ghostly god, then he can definitely walk sideways in the entire four universes. Thinking of this, the wood spirit stared at the pupils of the void god with a pair of cunning eyes and asked, "How do you want me to help you get out of trouble?" ”。

The ghost god was silent for a moment, and the blood in the huge pupils converged, revealing the eyes of a young man. It's just that the eye doesn't seem to be in front of you, as if it's far away from time and space.

The wood spirit looked through the eyes of the ghostly god, and it seemed that there was another world inside. He was just about to use his perception to explore the depths, when suddenly his mind was blurred, and then his whole person was torn apart by a powerful suction, shuttling out of the space-time rift, and when he regained consciousness again, he was already in the Void Continent.

Mu Jing looked around, and finally saw a red-haired demon lord on the hillside not far away, he was basking in the sun leisurely with Erlang's legs crossed, where did he seem to be injured by something.

"Lord Demon Lord, if you need a small service, please just ask" Mu Jing stared at this guy, although he was angry in his heart, he didn't dare to vent it to his face. After all, a trace of his essence was taken away by him.

If he wanted to annihilate that trace of essence, Clover's cultivation realm would fall to three realms in an instant. Such a heavy price, the wood spirit could not afford it anyway. Now he had to grieve himself and grovel to the red-haired ghost in front of him, but his wood spirit would never really succumb to his feet, he was waiting for the opportunity, waiting for a good time to kill this guy in one fell swoop, and then he could extract his essence from the consciousness of the demon lord.

"Hehe, then there is Brother Lao Mujing, I have listed a few here, all of them are some small things, I believe it is difficult to stop you, Brother Mujing" Facing the wood spirit who showed a respectful appearance towards him, the demon lord didn't think so in his heart. He and the wood spirit are human beings, and there will never be real trust between them, unless one of them disappears completely, otherwise they will always be wary of each other. Even though the Demon Lord now has an absolute advantage, he still doesn't feel at ease with this wood spirit, and he tries to summon him to do things when he can play with the wood spirit.

Now that he has the Wood Spirit to assist him, the Demon Lord no longer needs to refine the poisonous corpse himself. He only needs to collect the poisoned corpse that he has practiced at the end of his life, and then part of it will be handed over to the second life, and the other part will be hidden in the Void Realm and develop into his own strength.

(End of chapter)