Lingzuka Mountain is one of the four ghost mountains of the Netherworld, and I dare not underestimate its danger in the slightest.

Before stepping into that piece of yin, I felt that the temperature around me was a lot lower, and I couldn't help but take a breath of cold air.

"You are a living person, and they are very sensitive to the yang energy in you." Zhou Qi was not worried at all, with a wave of his big hand, the dense yin ghost was swept out of a path, and I followed Zhou Qi to walk in the path formed by ten thousand ghosts.

"Zhou Qi! It's Zhou Qi! It's the Ghost Emperor! I don't know which little ghost recognized Zhou Qi, and actually howled, and the other ghosts also spread ten or ten hundreds, and all shouted vigorously: "Zhou Qi Ghost Emperor!" Let us out! ”

"I've been suffering here for decades, it's time to be reincarnated!"

"We have to suffer the tearing of our souls every day, and we can't stand it! Do well, and scatter me. ”

"Zhou Beggar Ghost Emperor!"

There was a deafening howl in my ears, and I couldn't even hear what they were saying.

"Shut up." Zhou Qi waved his sleeves lightly, and the yin spirit in front of him didn't even have a chance to howl, so it turned into green smoke, and the ashes disappeared, and the green smoke dispersed around, and actually turned into a part of the yin qi.

I was frightened by Zhou Qi's hand, Zhou Qi did not have any emotion on his face, looked at the shocked ghosts with a cold face, and said: "If you don't want to be like them, just leave quickly, Xing Ri is over, and you will naturally be let out to reincarnate." ”

For a while, the surrounding yin spirits all ran away like crazy, and after just a few breaths, there was not a single yin spirit around them.

I looked at Zhou Qi twice, this old guy looks pleasant, and he gets along better than other ghost emperors, but I didn't expect to be so ruthless.

Among the four ghost emperors, Wang Zhenren is more observant of words and feelings, Zhao Wen is good at talking, and Ji Kang is silent, only this week is begging, acting very aggressively, and there is no distinction between young and old, which is regarded as respect for me.

Originally, I still had a good impression of Zhou Qi, but now that I see him showing his hand, I have to be a little wary of him, and I am worried that he will do this to me in the future.

"Keep walking, I'll escort you all the way to the foot of Mt. Lingzuka." Zhou Qi folded his sleeves and said to me, I nodded, and continued to follow him.

As the saying goes, Wangshan runs a dead horse, I followed Zhou Qi for a long time before I walked to the foot of Lingzuka Mountain, it is strange to say, I don't have to eat and drink in the underworld, and I don't feel uncomfortable at all.

The closer I got to the mountain, the more obvious the feeling brought by the yin wind became, and half a day later, standing at the foot of the mountain, I even felt the yin wind blowing on my body, causing me to feel pain, as if my skin was about to be torn.

Zhou Qi's complexion is also not good, after all, he is still a ghost, the damage of this mound mountain to ghosts is much more harmful to ghosts than to me, Zhou Qi can come here, it is enough to show how powerful he is.

Looking up at the top of the mountain, Zhou Qi said to me: "The rest depends on yourself, I will wait for you here for half a month, half a month later, if you haven't come back, I will die on the mountain, and then return to the front line to fight with Wang Zhenren and them." ”

Although Zhou Qi's words were a bit absolute, I didn't get angry with it, nodded heavily to him, and then stepped on the spiraling stairs and began to walk towards the top of the mountain.

When did Lingzuka Mountain appear, maybe no one can know except for the Emperor Xudu, looking down, there is actually an artificial stone step in this Lingzuka Mountain, and what is even more amazing is that this stone step is not paved one by one, but chiseled out layer by layer.

However, the word chisel does not seem to be appropriate, and it is not an exaggeration to say that it is "cut". Because the stone steps are extremely smooth, but there are traces of artificiality.

I don't know which powerful person it is, and the sword qi can be so powerful.

I walked slowly on the stone steps, I don't know how long, I slowly began to feel tired, I looked down, I was only a third of the way through, the yin wind became heavier and heavier, I felt my body being attacked by the yin wind all the time, and occasionally began to appear a small wound.

It turns out that this is the reason why they came to me, only the living can walk into this mound mountain, and only the living who has the power of the nine corpse butterflies can continue to recover the wounds, and only then can I go to the top of the mountain.

Constant painful signals from my body were constantly destroying my nerves, and I gritted my teeth and continued to walk towards it.

The next day, small wounds had begun to appear on my skin, and blood kept gushing out, but the power of the Nine Corpse Butterflies continued to urge my wounds to heal.

On the third day, I didn't have a trace of good skin on my body, I was covered in blood, and my whole body was extremely hideous.

On the fourth day, the Soul Breaker Spear I carried on my back couldn't help but be eroded by the yin wind and turned into flying ashes.

On the same day, I finally arrived at the top of the mountain, and at this time, my body was already blurred with flesh and blood, perhaps because I had yin and yang eyes, and my eyeballs were not torn.

I tried to lick my lips in agony, only to find that I didn't even have a tongue.

The only thing that drives me to move forward is that vague obsession.

During these four days, my will was constantly worn out.

At first, I would grit my teeth because of the pain, but gradually, I didn't know what it was like, and every time I stepped up the ladder, my nerves wailed fragilely, and I thought about giving up countless times, but in the end I persevered.

There were no cheers, no wails, and in front of me was a small black tomb, very shabby—black tombstones, yellow mounds of earth.

I walked in and saw that there were ten big characters written on the tombstone: the tomb of Pangu the Great Emperor.

When I saw these ten big characters, I was struck by lightning, and I was scared back a few steps.

How can it be? The surprise in my heart is beyond words, who is Pangu the Great? One of the three Qings believed in Taoism, a disciple of Hongjun Taoist, a legendary saint, and a powerful person who opened the world.

And at this moment, I actually saw Pangu's tombstone? Who is it that has the power to kill Pangu?

When I was surprised, a figure actually appeared in the yin qi behind the tombstone, and I was suddenly startled, how could there be someone else on this mound mountain?

The figure slowly approached, and seemed to notice my presence, and walked quickly towards me, and I saw his appearance clearly.

The man looked to be in his sixties, with a stooping back, a long white beard, and a bun on his head, and a golden mist around him, which protected him like a protective film, from the slightest influence of the wind.

"There are still living people?"