"The time has come, and the long-awaited Nanzong Immortal Festival is about to begin, but before this is official, I have a few words to explain. Pen, fun, pavilion www. biquge。 info Because the two qi of yin and yang are mutually exclusive, the passage opened this time is not stable, and it cannot support the master of practicing the gods and returning to the void to enter it, once there is a master of practicing the gods and returning to the void, the balance of the yin and yang qi in the channel will be broken, and countless cultivators who enter the underworld will never find their way back, so I will strictly guard the passage, once someone wants to fish in troubled waters, I will let his soul go directly to hell, and he will not be so troublesome. ”

"Now, I announce that the Southern Sect Immortal Festival has officially begun, and all the disciples will listen to the order and open the formation!" Cheng Dongqing waved his big hand, and a soft force surged, and halfway up the mountain in front, countless disciples were moved by this force more than ten meters away, vacating a huge open space, and above the clearing, a platform more than ten meters wide slowly rose from the soil. This altar is in the shape of gossip, and dozens of black flags are erected around it, and above each banner, there are carved images of powerful ghosts with teeth and claws.

"Yes!"

A loud shout sounded, like thunder, and in the next second, with Nanlong Ancient Village as the center, within a radius of dozens of kilometers, the peaks of the thirty-two peaks lit up with a dazzling white light at the same time, the light was as thick as a bucket, and it shot at an alarming speed, smashing down on the center of the gossip, and then, one after another strange energy rippled like water waves. This energy is formless and substantial, as if a biting cold wind blows, making people feel a little chill.

"Is this the beginning? With the thirty-two mountains as the node, and the Nanlong Ancient Village as the array, what a big stroke, and if I guess correctly, the sixteen black flags planted above the altar are all Zhenjiao-level magic weapons, and that altar is even more remarkable, although it is not as good as the hand of heaven, but it is definitely beyond the Zhenjiao level, no wonder it can open the passage of the Yin and Yang worlds, I really don't know where this Cheng Dongqing went to find so many heavy treasures? However, it is also a pity, this formation consumes a lot, I am afraid that after the Nanzong Immortal Sacrifice, they will all be reduced to ashes. Bai Mei exclaimed.

"All of them are in the town sect level magic weapons?" Hearing this, I was even more horrified in my heart, what is the Dharma Suppression Weapon? That is the existence of suppressing the luck of a sect, and only the Taishang elders who have cultivated to break through the practice of practicing the gods and returning to the void are qualified to hold it, which is extremely rare in the entire Shenzhou, but I didn't expect that this Cheng Dongqing would not make a move, and as soon as he made a move, he took out more than a dozen Zhenjiao magic weapons to set up the array, and this kind of means was shocking.

"Haha, the Nanzong Immortal Festival is finally about to start, and the hope of our ordinary cultivators soaring to the sky is here." Below, many cultivators who didn't know the truth stared at the direction where the light was converging, their eyes extremely eager and excited.

The light shone for more than a minute, and after a minute, the light began to fade gradually, and at the same time, the Bagua Altar also seemed to be replenished with enough energy, and cracks as thin as a hair began to appear on the surface.

"Could it be that under the altar, there is the road to the underworld?" Countless cultivators held their breath, not even daring to take a breath of air!

"Click!"

In the eyes of everyone's expectation, there were more and more cracks in the altar, and finally there was a crisp 'click', and the entire altar shattered, and countless ghosts seemed to have waited for a long time, with an eerie aura, and rushed out. The location of the annex to the Bagua Altar was instantly filled with an eerie dead atmosphere, countless dead souls roared, unjust souls cried bitterly, and mournful cries filled every corner, just like a scene of purgatory on earth.

Moreover, these powerful ghosts were extremely angry, and they suddenly smelled so much fresh breath of life, as if they had found an outlet, and rushed towards the cultivators around them in a frenzy. Thousands of powerful ghosts were violent, and these cultivators had never seen such a scene, and many of them were so frightened that their legs trembled and their faces were full of horror.

Fortunately, it is now noon, cloudless, under the clear and clear sky, the scorching sun sprinkles every inch of Nanlong Ancient Village, just like a basin of cold water poured in the brazier, as long as these ghosts leave the position of the Bagua Altar, they will be burned through by the sun, making a loud sound, although thrilling, but there is no death.

"Is this the ghost of the underworld? It's horrible, too! Many disciples who were closer to the Bagua Altar patted their chests and said with a look of fear. However, before their words fell, there was a rhythmic thump inside the altar, like the beating of war drums, and the ground under their feet shook slightly, as if something terrible was approaching, and everyone felt a suppressed and suffocating breath.

"It's not good, there are more powerful ghosts approaching the passage, everyone get out of the place of the altar!" Many people shouted in horror, and they hurriedly tried to escape from the position of the altar.

"Haha, run? Where can you go? Ignorant human beings, trying in vain to open up the two worlds of yin and yang, this king is worried that he can't leave this damn place, you have occupied the yang world for too long, now it's our turn to rule! ”

A loud sound rang out, and a huge arm stretched out from the inside of the altar, ten feet long, and the surface was densely covered with stray hair, not like a human hand, but more like the hooves of an ox. As soon as this hoof appeared, it kicked directly in the direction of Cheng Dongqing, and everywhere it passed, the space seemed to be trampled to pieces, the black cracks spread like spider webs, and waves of violent energy were like volcanoes raging and spurting.

"Just because you want to rule the yang world too? I don't weigh how much I can do! With a light snort, I didn't see much movement of Cheng Dongqing, but with a slight wave of his right hand and arm, the ten-zhang long cow's hooves broke in an instant, and then, a terrible scream came from the direction inside the altar, and it regained its quietness, without the slightest sound, and even the fierce ghosts that kept pouring out shrank back in fright.

"That's it? Although the cow hoof just now didn't know what kind of monster it was, at least there had to be a way to practice the gods and return to the void, and with a wave of his hand, he would scare away the masters in the late stage of the practice of the gods and return to the void, how terrible should this Cheng Dongqing be. I was shocked.

"The confrontation between the powers, do you think it has to be majestic and full of energy to be powerful? In fact, you are wrong, when you reach their realm, the moves have long returned to the basics, between the fusion and the natural nothingness, every move and style are secretly in line with the rules of heaven and earth, and it seems that a palm in your hand can change the rules of heaven and earth, causing changes in heaven and earth. Bai Mei said.

"So magical? However, since he can frighten the masters of the late stage of cultivating the gods and returning to the void, then his Taoism must only be high. I exclaimed.

"Judging from the energy that overflowed when he shot before, this Cheng Dongqing, I'm afraid he will soon break through the realm of the Three Flowers Gathering Peak." Bai Mei pondered for a while. (To be continued.) )