"Are you saying that the reason why those who stayed on Peng Island and didn't have time to get out didn't have a spirit was because of that clay altar?" Dongfang Mo looked at Gu Ya and asked in disbelief. Pen × fun × Pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

"Although Grandpa Bone is not sure, he is still eighty or ninety percent sure." Osteodental tract.

Hearing this, Dongfang Mo was shocked beyond measure.

It wasn't surprising to him that the living dead on Peng Island didn't have spirits, because he had told the old about it last time.

It's just that he never thought that the people on Peng Island didn't have a spirit, and it was actually related to that clay altar.

Throughout the ages, Pengdao has been opened countless times, and many of them have not gone out for various reasons, isn't it that the souls of those people have all been swallowed by that mud altar. You must know that many of them are still Infant Realm monks.

Thinking of this, Dongfang Mo turned to look at the mud altar and subconsciously swallowed his saliva.

As he groaned, the man in white was already one step closer to the clay altar. At this time, he clearly saw that on the mud seal of the clay altar, a strange pattern was depicted.

It was a bleeding skull, vivid and lifelike. And it's the same as when Dongfang Mo found it on the top of Bone Mountain.

After seeing this pattern, for some reason, the man in white trembled in his heart for no reason.

At this time, the battle between Biying Zhenren and the man in black became more and more intense. I could only see a large green cloud of ghost qi in the far corner, enveloping the real man and the man in black, along with the two giant ghosts.

The green ghost aura kept rolling, and Dongfang Mo couldn't see which of the two had the upper hand.

Seeing this scene, there was a slight struggle in his eyes. But after a while, he made up his mind, and saw him unconsciously get a little closer to the iron gate, so that if there was any accident, he could escape as soon as possible.

Seeing his movements, the flames in Guya's eyes jumped, he couldn't know Dongfang Mo better, he was absolutely bold.

After decades of practice, it stands to reason that Dongfang Mo is not a fledgling kid, and he has stepped in the competition between the infant realm, wanting to see if he can fish in troubled waters. From the point of view of the bones, this is an absolute act of seeking death.

Dongfang Mo didn't know what Gu Ya was thinking, the reason why he stayed here was indeed with the intention of fishing in troubled waters. The so-called wealth is sought in danger, and if you don't take some risks, how can you have a chance.

After approaching the iron gate, he looked intently at the man in white in front of him, because at this time the man in white had already stretched out a palm.

I saw that his wide robe was blown by the momentum emanating from the mud altar, and his cuffs suddenly swelled, turning into a large black hole, and a suction force came from it, trying to tuck the mud altar into the cuffs.

But then his expression changed slightly, and it turned out that he found that the clay altar in front of him could not be reduced.

Seeing this, his palms vibrate, and on the skin of his palms, white points of light appeared, and then he slapped towards the mud altar without hesitation.

At this time, the real person in the green ghost fog and the man in black opened their eyes wide at the same time, and Dongfang Mo also watched intently.

Only the bones and teeth, the sarcasm in the eyes is even stronger.

At the moment when the palm of the man in white was still an inch away from the mud altar and was about to touch it.

"Buzz ......"

A momentum erupted from the mud altar, and suddenly, the man in white retreated, and was shaken away several feet away.

"Hula...... Hula ......"

Followed by black shadows, which came out of the mud altar, covering the man in white in an instant.

"Humph!"

The man in white snorted, and a white flame burned on his body, and the white flames would cover him and try to burrow into his body, causing these black shadows to let out a screaming roar from their mouths, and they were like a tidal wave bursting away.

At this time, everyone saw that the black shadows turned out to be a demon soul.

Under the careful counting, there are hundreds of these demon souls, and there are more than a dozen of them, all of which exude the cultivation fluctuations of the infant realm.

The moment Dongfang Mo saw these demon souls, his eyes widened.

It turned out that among these demon souls, he saw the old monster of the blood gourd at a glance, as well as the silver-horned demon clan with the appearance of a young man, and even he saw a man with a handsome and bewildering face, who was devouring Qing.

Although he wondered why the spirit of devouring Qing was here, after seeing these people, he immediately understood that what Gu Ya said was not wrong, and those who did not leave Peng Island, the spirit was indeed devoured by the mud altar.

"Bloody Monster!"

At this time, when the man in white saw the figure of a red-faced man among these demon souls, he couldn't help but exclaim.

He recognized this man as the old monster of blood seven hundred years ago.

Some people say that this old monster has already been seated, but only he and the man in black know that the old monster of the blood beard did not sit down, but came to Peng Island, just to seek an opportunity to break through to the fugue realm.

After the closure of Peng Island that year, they did not find that the old monster of the blood bottle had returned. With this old monster's cultivation, it is naturally impossible to be destroyed, because he is most likely trapped on Peng Island. And with the characteristics of Peng Island, no matter how high or low the cultivation is, as long as you are trapped, you will become a living dead.

And just a few months ago, he and the man in black had witnessed the man's whereabouts and discovered that the old monster had indeed become the living dead.

Even the two of them used tricks to lure this person to the location of the Four Elephant Array broken by the Netherworld Fairy, trying to make him fight with the Netherworld Fairy, as well as Tianque Sanren and others.

But at this time, the man in white saw that the soul of the old monster of the blood gourd came out of the mud altar, and he understood in an instant with his scheming that the mud altar in front of him was very likely to be related to the lack of souls of those living dead on Peng Island.

Thinking of this, there was a crazy heat in his eyes.

Unexpectedly, he came across the secret of Peng Island on this trip, maybe if he got the mud altar in his hands, he could get some unexpected benefits, which was absolutely irresistible to his temptation.

The real person in Biying and the man in black in the distance obviously noticed this scene, especially the man in black, after seeing the soul of the old monster of the blood gourd, he also reflected.

As for the Blue Shadow Zhenren, although he knew the old monster of the Blood Gourd, he didn't know why the spirit of this old monster came out of the mud altar. And it looks like the old ghost has obviously lost his mind at this time.

However, when she saw a woman with a stiff expression among the dozen or so Infant Transformation Realm Demon Souls, she recognized this person at a glance as a Dharma Protector Elder of the Demon Sect.

More than 100 years ago, when Peng Island appeared, the woman never went out since she landed on Peng Island.

Biying Zhenren is also an old monster who has lived for countless years, and now that she sees the woman's spirit here, coupled with the special nature of Peng Island, she suddenly thought of something in her heart.

A hint of shock appeared in the woman's eyes, and in addition to the shock, she looked at the clay altar again and felt a burst of ecstasy.

The demon souls of the Infant Transformation Realm must be greatly inferior to the real Infant Transformation Realm cultivators, after all, they do not have physical bodies and mana, and many magical powers cannot be used at all.

In addition, the three of them were all in the late stage of the Infant Transformation Realm, and they were not afraid of facing hundreds of demon souls. Especially Biying Zhenren, what she cultivates is the ghost path technique, and there are even several ways to specifically restrain these demon spirits.

Just as the three of them were about to make a move, destroy all the demon souls around them, and then go to seize the clay altar.

"Whew!"

Without warning, a yellow light burst through the air from the position of the iron gate and fixed in the middle of the main hall.

If you look closely, the yellow light is a palm-sized talisman engraved with blood-colored lines.

The moment the talisman appeared, it immediately trembled, and the blood-colored lines on it flowed, exuding a cold aura of the same origin as the surroundings.

At the moment when the talisman appeared, the hundreds of demon souls around it, including the more than a dozen existences of the Infant Transformation Realm, all let out a hysterical roar, and then they were about to rush towards the mud altar.

"Hoo ......"

But a dark wind rose out of thin air.

Under this yin wind, hundreds of demon souls were stunned, and then all their bodies were infinitely elongated, and finally burst into puffs of black smoke, which were swallowed up by the yellow talisman in mid-air, like a whirlwind and clouds.

When all the demon souls disappeared, the yellow talisman trembled more and more, and the blood-colored lines on it became clearer and clearer.

All of this happened so quickly, from the appearance of the yellow talisman to the devouring of all the demon souls, it was just a matter of breathing.

At this time, the Biying real person and the two demons all showed stunned expressions, and then the three of them turned around in unison and looked at the iron gate.

I saw a slender and handsome Taoist priest, looking at the trembling talisman in the air, his eyes full of consternation.

Dongfang Mo was shocked now, he didn't expect that when many demon souls rushed out of the mud altar, his storage bag couldn't restrain the ghost drawing talisman, this talisman rushed out in an instant, and devoured all the hundreds of demon souls in a ferocious attitude.

"Buzz!"

Just when the four of them were all shocked, the mud altar on the bone pile suddenly shook without warning, as if something had come out of it.

"Whew!"

Almost instantly, another yellow light broke through the mud seal of the mud altar and rose into the sky, and fixed in mid-air.

After a closer look, the yellow light was still a palm-sized yellow talisman, and this talisman was the same as the one that shot out of the Dongfang Ink storage bag before.

The only difference is that the blood-colored lines on the second talisman are more bright red and glaring than on the first.

The moment this talisman shot up, it emitted a monstrous demonic soul qi, and the rolling demonic qi wrapped the talisman in an instant, and then began to condense, and finally formed a huge figure more than ten zhang high.

The figure held a hideous triangular fork and stared at two blood-red eyes as large as lanterns. Judging by its size, it appears to be a skeletal shelf draped in a scarlet cloak.

It's just that this skeleton has fine teeth in its mouth, and it looks chilling.

And in the center of the eyebrows of the skeleton shelf, you can still vaguely see the existence of the yellow talisman through the qi of the demon soul.

The yellow talisman was constantly gushing with demonic soul energy, and it seemed that this talisman was the core of this skeleton shelf.

The moment the skeleton shelf appeared, the blood-red eyes ignored Biying Zhenren and the other four people, and looked at another yellow talisman in mid-air, and the fierce light flashed in his eyes.

At the same time, the ghost painting talisman in mid-air trembled violently again, and it exuded an invisible cold aura itself, without fear.

"Whew!"

The skeleton raised its mouth to the sky and let out a roar. Under its roar, Dongfang Mo didn't hear any sound, but his body shook wildly, two streams of red blood directly appeared in his ears, and his eyes were full of confusion.

And at this moment, the stone hall shook, and the boulders rolled down.

Biying Zhenren and Shuangsha Two Demons, the expressions of the three of them changed greatly at the same time, and they all agitated with mana and stabilized their figures.

At the critical moment, Dongfang Mo bit the tip of his tongue and finally came to his senses with a pale face. His expression flickered, and he threw the dust in his hand forward.

"Huh!"

The silver-white silk stretched violently, and between the lightning and flint, the ghost painting talisman that trembled in mid-air was rolled up and pulled back.

Dongfang Mo was overjoyed, and his body flickered, and he was about to dodge out of the iron gate and prepare to escape.

However, at this moment, the hideous skeleton stretched out a white skeletal palm and grabbed at Dongfang Mo.

In an instant, Dongfang Mo seemed to be frozen, and his body couldn't move.

Not only that, but the iron door behind him was about to close with a rumbling sound.

When he felt that what was imprisoning him was an inexplicable aura, Dongfang Mo's face instantly turned pale.

"The power of the law!"