The overwhelming ghosts and yin things swept in, the yin wind was pervasive, the ghosts were dense, and the dense zombies and evil ghosts swarmed up, going forward and one after another, scrambling to be the first. The terrible howling mountain stretched like a tsunami, and the smell of blood plasma and the stench of decomposing corpses in the air lingered, giving people the illusion of being in a netherworld hell, as if they were about to be swallowed by this world of ghosts.

Jin Zun held a sharp sword and flew up and down in the air, the golden sword light came and went like the wind, and a large number of powerful ghosts and yin things in the place where he passed either disappeared into ashes, or turned into stumps and broken arms and fell to the ground. At this moment, the smooth bluestone slab on the ground was long gone, and it was buried by a thick layer of stumps and pus and blood. On this disgusting carpet, a spirit beast of more than ten zhang in size, with a leopard head, an eagle body, tiger claws, and a resting tail, used its hands and mouths together, killing all directions, tearing piles of zombies and evil ghosts into pieces, and Juling Zhenjun stood on the left shoulder of the spirit beast with a pale face, and from time to time played a few magic battles, culling the sporadic fish that slipped through the net.

On the other side of the battle group, the Holy Emperor leaned against the stone tablet, constantly pinching the strange seal in his hand, his mouth was slurred, and he was already surrounded by a sea of fire, countless yin objects and evil ghosts were struggling and howling in the sea of fire, but they still stubbornly rushed towards him with all their might.

As soon as the golden long sword was raised, the golden long sword immediately turned into thousands of thousands, like migratory birds returning from the north, burning golden swords in groups to strangle all the things that could move around, as if a huge grinding disc swept away all the enemies within a radius of dozens of zhang. However, before Jin Zun could take a breath, it was dense, and countless powerful ghosts and yin things swarmed up again and wrapped Jin Zun.

Such a scene has appeared many times, every time the three top masters kill the ghost thing in front of them, there will immediately be a new ghost thing to re-surround them, looking at the scene of the ghost head from a distance, so that the three masters can't help but sigh a sense of powerlessness.

"Use the Dao Realm!" Jin Zun once again killed the ghost in front of him, and yelled at the Gathering Spirit True Monarch and the Holy Emperor.

"No! The consumption of the Dao Realm is too large, these things can't be killed, even if you kill the ones in front of you, but with a cup of tea, there will be new ghosts popping up, before you came, I and Zhenjun had already repelled them for four or five waves, and I don't know where the head is, and casting the Dao Realm is tantamount to drinking to quench your thirst. As soon as Jin Zun's words fell, he heard the Holy Emperor raise his voice against it.

"So how is it good now?" "It's not to kill, it's not to kill, it's not to kill, so Jin Zun is very angry."

Gathering Spirit True Monarch is the most relaxed person in the battle situation with his strong spirit beasts, and when he heard Jin Zun's question, he calmly replied: "Among these ghosts, there should be one or two leaders who have cultivated to the realm of transformation, as long as they are killed, the ghosts will temporarily retreat." ”

When Jin Zun heard this, he looked at the ghost thing under his feet, and said with a wry smile: "One or two, how to find this?"

Juling Zhenjun said helplessly: "I can't find it, kill and kill, they will come out on their own......"

The Holy Emperor on the other side added, "As long as you kill enough ghosts, sometimes you will somehow encounter something more powerful, and that is their leader. ”

Jin Zun finally understood what the two of them meant, it turned out that he was not looking for it, nor waiting, but to hit the luck of a blind cat and a dead mouse, and meet the so-called leader unexpectedly in the vast sea of ghosts...... Since they had chosen such an clumsy method, and had not been able to find a better solution after a few attempts, it only meant that there was only one problem, that is, there was no better solution at all.

Jin Zun thought of this, he smiled bitterly in his heart, he stretched out his sleeves, put the long sword in the sky into his sleeve, and then snorted coldly, his hands pinched a unique magic decision, his eyes were shining with golden light, and he shouted violently: "Ice burns thousands of miles!"

With Jin Zun's loud shout, the temperature in the air dropped suddenly, as if the entire Jinchuan ice cap rose from the ground, and then a huge round of cold flame sun appeared out of thin air, occupying most of the sky, as soon as the cold flame sun appeared, it shot out endless cold light and cold light to the surroundings, and in an instant, the entire earth was exposed to a thick layer of frost. That's not all, under the light of the cold flame sun, dense and countless ghosts have ignited a raging white flame, whether it is an imaginary spirit or a stinking carrion in the flames, all of them are burned into fine ice slag, those ice slags seem to be scattered everywhere with the ashes of sparks, completely igniting the whole earth, and the terrible howls and cries come one after another, deafening, hearing people's hearts hairy, and their legs are weak.

The three supreme masters looked at this real purgatory expressionlessly, and they breathed a sigh of relief in their hearts, but they didn't have any joy, because they all knew that this was by no means the end, but the countdown to a new round of slaughter.

After the time of the half-pillar incense, not only were all the ghosts burned into fine ice slag, but even the grass and trees, insects and pigs were not spared, and even the bluestone slabs under the feet of the three masters were completely burned, and the entire ground seemed to have been cut off a layer.

The three of them returned to the huge stone monument, which was supposed to be the only intact thing nearby, except for the giant gate that was protected by the formation.

As soon as the three of them gathered, the Holy Emperor completely ignored his manners, sat on the ground, and gasped: "We can't wait any longer, we must not wait any longer, the scale of this ghost siege has more than doubled compared to the last time, and if there are two or three more times, we will be consumed to death in this ghost place." He said with palpitations, and the Gathering Spirit True Monarch on the side was also like water, only Jin Zun Fang came here, and the two masters were besieged by ghosts before they could say a few words, and they didn't have such a big feeling, but they seemed relatively indifferent.

Sitting cross-legged, the Gathering Spirit True Monarch pondered for a moment, shook his head and said: "Entering the inner hall also needs to be guided by the treasure of heaven and harmony, and the roads we have passed through only have the way forward, there is no back road, and now Mo Qianjue has not passed through the road, if we use the Haotian Treasure Mirror to open the way and enter its inner hall in advance, then he will be in a desperate situation after he leaves the road." ”

Hearing this, the Holy Emperor's eyes narrowed slightly, and he was anxious: "We have been waiting for him here for more than three hours, it's not that I don't want to wait for him any longer, it's really that the situation is so critical that we can't wait any longer." Don't look at Lord Jinzun's sacrifice to the Dao Realm to kill the Quartet, but you and I both know that it is at the cost of thirty percent of his mana. After about half an hour, those inexhaustible ghosts will make a comeback, and the scale will be more than doubled, will it be possible to use the Dao Realm to fight the enemy again? Even if it can, how many times can all the three of us resist it? Even if we resist, and really wait until Mo Qianjue, then the four of us will be tired divisions, what is the power to protect ourselves when I enter the more dangerous inner hall?"

The Holy Emperor said everything in his heart, but it was all a matter, which silenced the Gathering Spirit True Monarch, who was originally resolutely opposed. Seeing that the Gathering Spirit True Monarch was very weak, the Holy Emperor struck while the iron was hot and said to Jin Zun: "I know that you have gambled on the fate of the entire Jinchuan this time, so I am very worried about the risk of the inner hall, and I am afraid that Mo Qian will never arrive, and it will be difficult for the three of us to deal with the unknown crisis. But we all know how terrible those Yongdao are, and it is not an exaggeration to say that we can come out alive and die for a lifetime. Mo Qianjue was injured before he entered the Yongdao, and he made himself stunned and took the path of fate that should have belonged to you, and it was likely that he would not be able to walk out of the Yongdao at all. Even if he can drag his crippled body through the Yongdao Road, he will definitely be seriously injured at that time, and not only will he not be able to make any contribution to our next plan, but he may become a drag......"

"Enough!" Listening to the Holy Emperor's words, the more excessive, the Gathering Spirit True Monarch couldn't help but open his mouth to reprimand.

The Holy Emperor did sneer, and said: "When life and death are at stake, I have to explain the stakes, even if Lord Zhenjun holds the only treasure of Heavenly Harmony, he can't force me to stay and die with you!" I don't know what he said to Juling Zhenjun, Juling Zhenjun was disdainful at first, and then suddenly startled, glanced at Jin Zun suspiciously, and then slowly pondered.

After more than a dozen breaths, the Gathering Spirit True Monarch snorted coldly, ignoring the Southern Xinjiang Holy Emperor who was still chattering, and asked Jin Zun, who was recovering from meditation, "He is telling the truth, but it is only a guess, what do you say?"

Jin Zun opened his eyes, glanced at the two people who were also full of expectation, but the answers of expectation were diametrically opposed, and said lightly: "Wait for another half an hour, before the next ghost tide hits, no matter whether Mo Qian lives or dies, we must go." ”

Although he didn't get the answer he wanted the most, the Holy Emperor was still relieved in his heart, and glanced at Jin Zun with a complicated expression, while the Gathering Spirit True Monarch showed a hint of disappointment, but since Jin Zun made concessions, he couldn't say anything more, and could only hope that Mo Qian's great fortune would be great and he would come and join everyone as soon as possible.

Time is like water, dripping from the stalagmites, but the faint voice tightly tuggs at the heartstrings of the three masters, they seize the time to recover their mana, while waiting with different minds, there is silence around them, only the sound of water droplets gently rings non-stop.

Gradually, the time of an hour was coming to an end, and the sound of small fragments came from the exit of those black holes again, as if a new wave of ghosts could come back at any time.

"The time is almost up...... Jin Zun opened his eyes, Huo Ran got up, and the Holy Emperor on the side couldn't wait, followed Jin Zun to stand up, and looked at the Gathering Spirit True Monarch who was still sitting cross-legged in place, with an intriguing look in his eyes. After more than a dozen breaths, the sound of crushing from the exit of the Yongdao Road became more and more obvious, and the faces of Jin Zun and the Holy Emperor gradually showed a little impatience, and the Gathering Spirit True Monarch suddenly sighed and said to himself: "That's it, there are days for life and death, so why be so persistent?" After that, he also slowly stood up, flipped his right hand, and took a palm-sized milky white round mirror in his hand, which was the treasure of the Central Plains Gathering Spirit Mountain-Haotian Treasure Mirror.

Just when the three masters were about to take advantage of the ghost tide to quickly open the giant door and enter the inner hall of the Heavenly Hades Temple, a huge roar suddenly came out from the mouth of a certain black hole, followed by a violent earthquake like an earthquake.

The three masters Huo Ran looked back and looked at the Yongdaokou that made a sound. The Holy Emperor hurriedly said: "I'm afraid that some powerful monster has appeared, True Monarch, hurry up and stimulate the Haotian Treasure Mirror to enter the inner hall!"

Juling Zhenjun and Jin Zun glanced at each other, and said cautiously: "Don't be impatient for a while, it's not too late to leave after you see clearly." ”

The Holy Emperor clapped his fist and exhaled urgently, even though he seemed very anxious, but there was no treasure of heaven and harmony, and the Gathering Spirit True Monarch was unwilling to leave, so he had to stay stupid and wait, but at this moment, although his face was full of anxiety, his eyes were calm and clear, and he did not see the slightest panic, as if he was planning something in his heart, but he used anxiety and panic as a cover.

"Boom ......" In the corridor where the loud roar had been heard earlier, there was a continuous dull explosion again, and then a huge demon dragon roared out and poked its head out of the mouth of the tunnel.

"That's ...... Heavenly Damnation Demon Dragon!It's Mo Qianjue!" Jin Zun recognized that the demon dragon was the six demon heads of the Demon Emperor, and couldn't help but exclaim.

The hideous-looking demon dragon was at the end of its crossbow at the moment, and it had just flown out of the corridor with bruises, and it screamed, slamming heavily on the ground, and then "bang" a few times turned into a stream of demonic mist and drifted towards the owner in the corridor. After a breath, a black shadow flew out of the corridor with its back, as if it had been thrown out of a rag pocket, drew an arc in mid-air, fell to the ground and rolled countless times before sliding out more than thirty feet to stop. At this time, Mo Qianjue still had the majesty of the Demon Emperor, his robe was tattered, covered in blood, dying, motionless, obviously unfortunately by the Holy Emperor, he was already seriously injured.

"I'm going to help him!" "Gathering Spirit True Monarch let out a low roar, flew up, and rushed towards the Demon Emperor, Jin Zun followed without saying a word. The Holy Emperor, who was standing at the end, kept rolling his eyes, as if he had a plan in his heart, a subtle smile hung on the corner of his mouth, and he pretended to follow behind the Gathering Spirit True Monarch and Jin Zun, and flew towards the Demon Emperor.

In just an instant, the Gathering Spirit True Monarch had already swept to the side of the Demon Emperor, he held the Haotian Treasure Mirror in one hand, and picked up Mo Qianjue who fell to the ground softly with the other, and watched vigilantly at the Yongdao entrance of the black hole, and his mana was displayed, and he flew out upside down. Jin Zun was behind him for a moment's vigilance, and he didn't dare to stop longer, and flew backwards.

Back under the stele, the Gathering Spirit True Monarch gently lowered the Demon Emperor to the ground, but the faint vibration made him snort and spit out a mouthful of blood. Jin Zun was startled, and immediately pressed a palm on his chest, injecting a pure mana into his body, protecting his heart veins while stimulating his immortal body to recover as soon as possible.

At this time, the Demon Emperor opened his eyes slightly, and with a sweep of his right hand, he flicked off the palm of Jin Zun pressing on his chest, and spurted out a mouthful of blood, but this time the blood was dark red, and a trace of white smoke immediately came out after landing on the ground.

"He's poisoned!" the other three people present immediately gasped when they saw this.

After vomiting blood, the Demon Emperor seemed to regain some strength, and he struggled to sit up, and forcefully tore off the few rags that had already been tattered on his chest, revealing his chest. At this time, there was an obvious palm print on his chest, and the flesh was blurred, and the strange thing was that a thin layer of sand had condensed on this blurred wound, which looked very strange as the blood continued to flow outward.

"Is it a sand palm! Sand Saint is still alive?" Jin Zun was surprised when he looked at the wound on the Demon Emperor's chest.

Although the Demon Emperor was weak, he still laughed evilly twice before nodding and shaking his head.

The Gathering Spirit True Monarch asked with a sinking face, "Did he make a move on you?"

The Demon Emperor nodded and said with difficulty, "I don't know...... I'm already out of the encirclement...... But unexpectedly...... A figure suddenly sprang out from behind me and gave me ...... One Palm...... I just had time to ...... Turn around...... Not yet...... See him clearly...... He slapped him...... Hit it out......"

"He's right there?" the Gathering Spirit True Monarch was surprised.

The Demon Emperor nodded, and said, "It's a bit like him...... But Lao Tzu ...... Not sure ......"

Before the Gathering Spirit True Monarch could ask again, the exits of each Yong suddenly boiled, and countless ghosts, yin objects, zombies, and evil ghosts rushed out of it, like a large colony of ants or locusts, swarming towards the four of them.

"It's not good, the tide of ghosts has started again!" Jin Zun gritted his teeth, and as he said that, the law in his hand changed, and he easily lifted the Demon Emperor who was sitting on the ground.

"Quick! activate the Haotian Treasure Mirror and open the door of the inner hall!" the Holy Emperor exclaimed.

Now that the Demon Emperor has arrived, the Gathering Spirit True Monarch has no idea of staying, and immediately throws the Haotian Treasure Mirror in his hand in front of him, and then quickly punches a few spells at it, and the Haotian Treasure Mirror immediately shines brightly, increasing several times, turning into a large white mirror with a diameter of more than one zhang, like a full moon.

The Gathering Spirit True Monarch snorted softly: "Get up!" Before the words fell, the huge door behind the few people shook with a "boom".

Just when everyone's attention was focused on the giant gate, they heard the Holy Emperor suddenly shout in a terrible voice, "Impossible! What is that?!"

Seeing that the Holy Emperor was pointing behind everyone, their faces changed greatly, and they immediately chuckled in their hearts, and a sense of foreboding arose, and they subconsciously turned their heads to look, only to see that the dense ghost things behind everyone were gathering more and more, and they had greatly exceeded the number of the last appearance, and they were still growing, but there seemed to be nothing unusual other than that.

Jin Zunzheng wondered what was it that made the Holy Emperor so uneasy, but he was suddenly shocked by the sudden change in the aura of heaven and earth in the air.

"What are you doing?!" Jin Zun turned his head to look at him in astonishment, and was shocked. I saw that the Southern Xinjiang Holy Emperor's eyes were blood-red, and he struck out a palm with a hideous face, and slapped it on the back of the Gathering Spirit True Monarch. With a "bang", the Gathering Spirit True Monarch was like a kite with a broken string, and was knocked out and hit his head on the huge stone tablet, half of his body embedded in it, obviously immortal and seriously injured.

After doing all this, the Holy Emperor suddenly turned his head to look at Jin Zun, and a sinister smile appeared on his face.