The lonely earth was filled with wind and sand, and the sky once again turned an eerie blue, and two figures hurried through it.

Two days ago, Qin Ying and the others met a yaksha again, and as usual, those scarlet eyes stared at Qin Ying for a moment before leaving in a hurry.

It's been half a month, and Qin Ying still hasn't found anything, and there seems to be nothing special about this land full of remnants and strange rocks.

After walking for a long time, the two slowly stopped, and a touch of surprise appeared in the eyes of the two, a huge red cloud in the originally blue sky was slowly gathering, and in the blink of an eye, it turned into a red sun with a strange scarlet.

The sky of the Burial Tomb, whether it was dark blue or gray or fiery red, had never seen anything like it.

Qin Ying and Mo Ying glanced at each other, and then accelerated towards the direction where the red sun appeared.

At the moment when the red sun appeared, the earth shook directly below the red sun, and a huge altar slowly rose to the ground.

The circular bronze altar is ten zhang long in diameter, and the obscure and complex patterns are densely engraved on it, which seems to be an extremely old formation, and suddenly the altar emits a burst of strange blue light, and dozens of huge yakshatras fall from the sky under the light of the red sun.

The Yakshas, armed with steel forks, scattered around the altar, and under the gaze of dozens of pairs of scarlet eyes, a small black bell about the size of an arm rose from the center of the altar.

At the moment when the black bell appeared, many of the Yaksha became extremely uneasy, and the Yakshas, who had no wisdom, bowed their heads and worshipped. This scene is extremely weird.

Qin Ying and Moying, who were hidden in the shadows in the distance, glanced at each other, and the exit was in front of them, but they didn't dare to go for a while.

Both of them muttered a little in their hearts about the Yaksha's actions, and if these Yaksha went crazy, they would have to die. At this moment, there was a slight shaking of the earth, and Qin Ying looked at it, only to see hundreds of demon generals coming towards the altar.

"Do you want to make a bet with me?" The exit is in front of you, if you miss it, it is a question of whether you can survive or not, time waits for no one, Qin Ying looked at the shadow in front of him and said loudly.

The simple words of "good" have an unusually firm heart.

Wrapped in the spiritual power of the ink shadow, the two of them came to the altar, looking at the two Qin Ying who suddenly appeared, the yaksha people rushed up, and Qin Ying's heart also rose to his throat, this is a whole dozens of Condensation Realm powerhouses, under that bloodthirsty momentum, Qin Ying felt that he could explain here in minutes.

At this time, a strong spiritual power formed a wall of qi in front of him, and a familiar shadow came to his side, looking at the ink shadow beside him, Qin Ying had a little confidence in his heart.

The huge Yaksha with a transparent body stared at Qin Ying in front of him, this small human had an inexplicable soul coercion, which made the Yaksha who were soul bodies secretive. He stopped for a moment.

Looking at the Yaksha who had stopped, Qin Ying took the hand of the ink shadow on the side, and quickly walked to the black little clock, which had an inexplicable soul oppression in front of him.

After the ink shadow fumbled underneath the black bell, a slight bronze collision sound sounded, and then an entrance large enough for one person to go down opened not far from the black bell.

"Let's go," Mo Ying said urgently.

Qin Ying came to the entrance with a flash of steps, and at this time, the originally unusually quiet black bell turned strangely, slowly rising up until it was in mid-air, and then stabilized.

A terrifying force as deep as the sea came out from the small bell, actually imprisoning Qin Ying and the two, and the sudden crisis made Qin Ying instinctively fight back, and the immortal purple qi ran all over his body, but he still couldn't move. The same is true for the ink shadow on the side.

The mighty demon generals in the distance also came here at this moment.

"What should I do, do you really want to die here!" Qin Ying was quite unwilling in his heart.

Imprisoned by this inexplicable power, Mo Ying wanted to use the secret method in her body, but this ocean-like power made the spiritual power in her body stagnate, and she couldn't mobilize it at all.

The demon generals who surrounded the altar were unable to leak the water, but did not attack Qin Ying and the others at this time, but all fell to their knees, and the target was the small black bell in the air.

I saw that under the shroud of the small black bell, a middle-aged soul body came out of the bell.

His eyes were like lightning, he was handsome, and he had a majesty like a gesture. The middle-aged soul body was obviously a little confused, and he held his head in one hand and fell into deep thought.

After a long time, his eyes stared at the pale purple halo on Qin Ying's body like sharp blades, and he muttered in his mouth: "Purple Cloud True Qi... Qingyu... The Thirty-Six Sects of the Green Domain..."

With a wave of his arm, Qin Ying felt that the confinement on his body had been lifted, and he could move freely. I only heard the soul body shrouded in the small black bell ask.

"This is the domain of the Western Heaven Realm, who are you?" His voice had an inexplicable soul coercion, and under this coercion, Qin Ying suddenly had a feeling that he wanted to give it all up.

He quickly held his mind and spoke, "This is Qingyu, I'm just an ordinary disciple of the Purple Cloud Sect. ”

Qin Ying was calm on the surface, but he couldn't calm down in his heart for a long time, he heard all the soul man's voice just now, and the other party actually recognized the "Purple Cloud True Qi" he cultivated, it seems that in the future, he will no longer practice this martial art as a last resort.

At the same time, Qin Ying was also a little confused, could it be that the Western Heaven Realm was the collective name of the Nine Domains?

In addition to the Qing Domain, there are also the Southern Spirit Domain, the Northern Desolate Demon Domain, the Wuling Domain, the Holy Heaven Domain, the Purple Sun Domain, the Black Horn Demon Domain, the East Pole Ice Domain and the Heavenly Water Domain, a total of nine domains.

Each domain is vast, and the land of Dongzhou is only a slightly larger territory in the green domain.

Hearing Qin Ying's answer, the soul man was silent for a moment, and a trace of clarity regained in his eyes, and rather majestic words sounded from his mouth again.

"Purple Cloud Sect, the thirty-six sects of the Green Domain, the existence at the bottom of the twenty-four imperial dynasties has fallen to this point, and the disciple who carries the inheritance of martial arts of the Purple Cloud Sect is so weak!" The soul man sighed faintly, not knowing what to be sad about.

Suddenly, he looked up to the sky and smiled, his voice full of silence: "I am not like this now." ”

At this moment, there was a sudden astonishing momentum from heaven and earth, and a figure came from a distance, he flew in mid-air, and arrived at the altar in the blink of an eye.

The man who came was tall, although he was also wearing a battle suit, but it was obviously not the demon general who was full of death, but a human monk, on his cold and broad face, after seeing the soul man, he trembled slightly, his eyes were red, and his voice was a little choked and shouted to the soul man: "Master." ”

The soul man obviously regained all his senses, his face was sad, and he sighed faintly: "This hundred years of loneliness is really difficult for you. ”

After hearing the soul man's words, a trace of melancholy flashed across the face of the human monk in the battle suit.

The moment the battle-clad monk appeared, the confinement on Mo Ying's body had been lifted, and she stood side by side with Qin Ying. Looking at the master and servant in front of him, Qin Ying had a guess in his heart, could it be that the outrageously strong warrior in front of him was the demon commander who had never appeared, and this thought made Qin Ying feel shocked.

I only heard the soul man say slowly: "I am trapped by this soul bell, although I have no worries about my life, but recently I feel that the time to wake up is getting less and less, although you and I are the master and servant, in fact, it is better than brotherly love, you have been with me for a hundred years, how long do you want to stay here?"

"Back then, I was too conceited, I came to this burial demon tomb to find this soul bell, now my body is dead, and this soul bell is one, what is the difference between death and death, you still have a hundred years to live, why stay here for a hundred years and turn into a cup of loess. ”

"I know you're not leaving, but today I've decided to die with this Imperial Soul Bell, you know me, it's better to die than to live like this!"

The soul man said very resolutely, the warrior in the suit on the side was very sad but did not stop it, he grew up with this soul man since he was a child, but the other party never regarded himself as a subordinate, and secretly taught him martial arts, that year, the soul man broke through to the soul gathering realm and he also cultivated to the condensation realm.

By chance, the soul man learned that the Burial Demon Tomb had a low-level Heavenly Rank Divine Weapon, the Imperial Soul Bell. But what I didn't expect was that the moment I found the Soul Clock, the nightmare had just begun.

When he was refining the Imperial Soul Bell, he was killed by his anti-master, and his soul was also sucked into this bell, and he finally fused with the Imperial Soul Bell in a hundred years, but recently he found that he still underestimated this low-level Heavenly Rank Divine Weapon, and his sanity was gradually being wiped out, as a big man who once controlled one side, how could he bear it.

The soul man in mid-air said a lot, his eyes closed slightly, and then suddenly opened, and a terrifying force that made people feel palpitations suddenly erupted, and the small black clock flickered and shook a few times. A loud bang came from inside the small bell, and the small black bell was blasted into pieces by this force and flew in all directions.

A black light technique that was so fast that it was invisible to the naked eye suddenly shot into Qin Ying's body, and none of the few people present noticed this black light technique, only Qin Ying was vaguely aware of it. Feeling that there was nothing unusual about his body, Qin Ying didn't take it seriously.

After the black bell shattered, the surrounding yaksha disappeared into the heavens and the earth, and even the demon generals lay on the ground with their eyes turned to ashes.

The demon generals of the Demon Tomb are all controlled by this Imperial Soul Bell, and now that the Imperial Soul Bell has been destroyed, they have also dissipated into the heavens and the earth. Qin Ying also sensed that the inner layer of the Burial Demon Tomb was slowly dissipating, and perhaps there would be no more forbidden places in the land of Dongzhou in the near future.

Looking at a fragment of the Imperial Soul Bell under his feet, Qin Ying picked it up, looking at the extremely sad warrior in battle, Qin Ying's heart tightened, this thing has just lost its master, if the beast is too big, wouldn't it be certain to die if he does something to them.

Thinking of this, Qin Ying walked to the side of the warrior with a sad face, handed over the fragment of the Imperial Soul Bell in his hand, and said sadly: "The matter has come to this, seniors should not be overly sad, this fragment of the Imperial Soul Bell senior should be kept as a thought!"

Qin Ying's compassionate expression was extremely in place, obviously arousing the deep memory of the battle-clothed monk, he picked up a handful of sand from the Burial Demon Tomb, wrapped it in extremely rare cloth and placed it on his waist.

"No, the master is dead, and this burial tomb has his ashes, which are the most precious to me. With that, the Friar departed into the distance, and in the blink of an eye he was gone.

Looking at the enchantment that slowly dissipated, Qin Ying finally had a trace of joy for the rest of his life, and he was also quite emotional about the two masters and servants, in a hurry, how many peerless heroes turned into a cup of loess in the end.

Qin Ying looked at the ink shadow on the side and found that the latter did not have much joy, and then suddenly remembered that there were many Spirit Slaying Realm monks on the periphery of the Demon Burial Tomb, Qin Ying vaguely noticed that these Spirit Slaying Realm monks seemed to be just some minions looking for people, and the real killing move was still to come.

Thinking of this, Qin Ying couldn't help but smash his mouth, what did this woman do to make so many powerful monks make a big move!