The light is so strong. Pen Fun Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 The suction of the Info Nether Gate was a joke in front of it, and without the slightest solution, the food that came to its mouth flew away. It can be seen that Ling Xian'er's casually drawn sword is not just a look, but has its own use, after all, she is a real person who can resurrect the dead from hell. It's not that some old Taoist priests boast of omnipotence, but they just eat dry rice. In such a world, there are many such people.

But how could the Netherworld Sect be so easy to talk to? In this world, there are many people who are deeper in cultivation than Ling Xian'er, although Ling Xian'er can rely on her supernatural powers to resurrect people who have died, but the universe is so big, and some props that can be resurrected are not nothing. And what are the methods of some powerful monks, whose methods are beyond our comprehension, but even when they died, they did not hear of anyone rising from hell.

The reason for this is not what this Netherworld Gate does, it is like a traction, guiding the souls of the deceased to go to hell to rest. You can see how powerful it is by its sheer size. The far-reaching aura is like a messenger from the wilderness, and the rules it uses are the rules of this heaven and earth, the rules of this universe. And who has the strength to fight against it?

And this time, the soul of the scholar and Mei Niang dared to disobey the great it, how could this be endured?

"Huh" rushed out of the slightly open netherworld door countless ghosts, they 'whooped' and rushed towards the scholar and Mei Niang.

Their speed is so fast, their body shape is so weird, their face is so terrifying, in a few breaths, a few ghosts catch up. They resentfully stretched out their twisted double kills to drag the two of them to hell together, and they would not allow such betrayers to appear. Although the scholar and Mei Niang had only been dead for a few minutes, they had already left the world after all, and their lives were over. But there are people who can break the barrier between life and death. Raise the dead from hell. How can this be allowed? It's a challenge to their authority.

The dead should obediently go to hell, and they should not appear in this world.

"Quack quack!! "Did they think that Ling Xian'er's soul traction light was an ornament?

"Quack, quack, quack!"

In this way, there are still countless unjust souls rushing up one after another, like moths to a fire, knowing that it is impossible to do anything but also stupidly keep moving forward.

But it was not useless, in their frantic attack, the white light that enveloped the scholar and Mei Niang was weakening slightly, and at this time, they had already fallen into layers of grievances, unable to move.

According to this trend, no matter how lethal the soul traction light is, how strong it is. will still be broken by endless souls, and the scholars and Mei Niang will still not be resurrected at that time. What awaits them will be the unknown Netherworld, that is, Hell. What's going to happen where? No one can say for sure.

"Brush" a few times, and at the critical moment, Ling Xian'er came to the rescue. The artistic conception of the wind opened and quickly approached the scholars. Then use the artistic conception of the wood on the second floor to sweep away the unjust souls. Originally, the artistic conception of wood is a life-like thing that hurts them very much, not to mention the artistic conception of wood on the second floor. The leaf representing the artistic conception of wood in Ling Xian'er's mind gently released a pure artistic conception of wood attached to the snowflake sword. Let her mix the green breath of life in the faint fluorescent white light. Those spirits had no power to fight back under such a fierce attack. It was casually stained with sword qi and turned into ashes.

And the scholar also quickly left from the encirclement that Ling Xian'er had opened when he came, under the cover of Ling Xian'er.

But everything didn't go so smoothly, when the scholar and Mei Niang were about to leave the encirclement formed by the unjust souls. "Boom" was loud, and I felt that the sky was trembling.

"Weng" flashed in the pitch-black space of the huge Netherworld, and a scarlet eye flashed.

"Brushing", a huge palm struck at the place where the fairy was located. This is not pure and composed of true qi like Zhang Tianyi. And like the palm of a giant wild beast. The skin on it is as hard as steel and shimmers with pitch black. The hairs on it all stood up like steel needles, and each one looked like a two-story house. The gale from the palm of his hand easily shattered a small mountain.

"En" Xian'er couldn't help but be stunned when she saw this terrifying might, she didn't expect that she would use her supernatural powers to resurrect people and encounter such a thing?

However, how could Ling Xian'er at this time be the same as Ling Xian'er at the beginning? Let's not talk about her bloodline supernatural powers. When it is cultivation, it is different from the original. And with Ling Xian'er's dragon body, every breakthrough she made was incomparably huge.

"You go," Ling Xian'er said softly to the scholars. If it weren't for the scholars, they were all already powerhouses in the condensation stage, and it was really impossible to hear Ling Xian'er's whispers in the chaotic scene.

"But ......" Mei Niang was still a little worried. The scholar took her hand and left quickly. Mei Niang didn't know, didn't he know yet? The Mi Clan Patriarch, who was extremely terrifying to them, was as powerless in front of Ling Xian'er as they were in front of the Mi Clan Patriarch. Not even more terrifying. Therefore, the scholar believed Ling Xian'er's words very much. But Mei Niang doesn't know this. He could only comfort: "You can't help here, so don't make trouble for the master." ”

"Alas......"

And when Ling Xian'er saw that they were far away, it was time to show her skills.

"Edgeworthiness"

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