At this time, dozens of miles away from Yunxiao, a large number of monks had already gathered. Pen, fun, and www.biquge.info

These monks belonged to the north and south of the Tiannan Sea in the Red Sky Flame Domain, and there were hundreds of them. Among them, there are monks from large and small sects, as well as many casual cultivators.

And these people are gathered here because of the living ruins in the center of the Netherworld!

At this moment, in front of their eyes was a wasteland shrouded in ghostly mist. Compared to where they were now, the ghost fog in the wasteland seemed even thicker.

Even if the spirit pill realm powerhouse lets go of his gaze, the visible distance can only reach a few tens of zhang. So from the outside, it's impossible to see how big the wasteland in front of you is.

Faintly visible, the yellow weeds and distorted dwarf trees on the edge of the wasteland, as well as the white bones, fragments of fragmented corpses, and blood scattered everywhere.

These bloody things, as if silently telling, are hidden beneath this wasteland!

"This ghost place!" a middle-aged monk with a heavy spirit pill realm scolded in a low voice, and then took out a spirit pill and swallowed it.

Continuing to support the spiritual power barrier consumes a lot of spiritual power. And, as you go deeper into the Nether Island, the ghost fog becomes thicker. The consumption of spiritual power has naturally become greater. It is necessary to take the Elixir to restore the spiritual power that is constantly being consumed.

Recalling what had happened before the incense, the middle-aged monk's eyes couldn't help but show deep jealousy.

He saw with his own eyes that a Spirit Pill Realm cultivator who had cultivated to the equivalent of him was suddenly torn to pieces by an unknown force after entering the wasteland for more than ten zhang!

"Fortunately, I kept an eye on it and didn't venture in. Otherwise, it is likely to end up in the same fate. The middle-aged monk thought to himself, "No wonder there are so many monks living here, even the people of the Ten Great Sects. ”

Thinking like this, he couldn't help but raise his head and look at a spirit boat floating above the heads of the monks. The spirit boat is about 20 zhang long, and the body of the boat is carved with complicated and magnificent patterns, and the whole spirit boat is wrapped in a layer of faint light.

"The Holy Weapon Sect, which is worthy of being one of the top ten sects, actually used a five-grade flying spirit weapon. ”

At this moment, on the spirit boat in mid-air, there were more than two dozen monks wearing brown robes.

A man at the head of the group, with unusually strong limbs and muscles all over his body, propped up his robe. I saw him looking at the wasteland with his hands in his hands, his brows furrowed.

Actually, this was not the first time that the stout man had come to the Netherworld, but after entering the Netherworld this time, he found that the situation on the Netherworld Island had become very different from before.

For example, when he passed through this wasteland a year ago, but at that time, there was no such power in the wasteland that suddenly tore people apart.

"It seems that it became like this after the ruins appeared. The strong man's heart said.

"Senior Brother Gu, what should I do next?" a disciple of the Holy Weapon Sect stepped forward and asked the sturdy man.

Gu Blade glanced at the severed limbs scattered on the edge of the wasteland, and said in a deep voice, "Don't act rashly for the time being, first figure out what kind of power is in the wasteland." ”

"Senior Brother Gu is right, there are so many monks gathered here now, let's wait and see what happens. A disciple followed.

The rest of the people also nodded their heads after hearing this.

One of the youngest disciples said with some unwillingness: "It's a pity that there is some kind of prohibition in the sky above this wasteland, otherwise you can directly drive the 'Divine Boat' forward." The Divine Boat is a five-grade spiritual weapon, I don't believe that that power can still break through its defenses. ”

This is also what other people are thinking, but unfortunately, for now, they can only think of other ways.

"Can we get around this wasteland and go somewhere else?" someone asked.

Gu Blade Feng shook his head slightly: "The place where the ruins appeared is in the center of the Netherworld, and there are also prohibitions in the air, and this wasteland is the only way to get there." ”

"Huh?" As he spoke, Gu Blade suddenly turned his head to look in a certain direction, "Someone is coming." ”

In sight, nearly twenty monks were approaching here at great speed. Except for the five monks in front of them, the remaining dozen monks are all flying in the air!

"It's someone from the Imperial Sword Sect!" the hundreds of monks in the field looked up at the person who came.

After seeing the face of the man in the middle, Gu Bladefeng's eyes shrank slightly, and he said in his heart: "Bai Mu is also here." In this way, there are already four of the ten major sects. ”

"Brother Gu, don't come unharmed. Bai Mu, who had just arrived, looked at this side with a smile.

Gu Jian Feng said loudly: "Brother Bai, why don't you come in and talk about it." As he spoke, he removed a corner of the protective shield from the outside of the spirit boat.

The people of the Imperial Sword Sect, after hearing this, couldn't help but tighten their hearts.

The woman who followed Bai Mu hurriedly said, "Senior Brother Bai, although you know Gu Daofeng, you don't have a deep friendship. Now, we have entered the Netherworld with them, all for the ruins here. When the time comes, the sword must be drawn against each other. Since it is friend or foe, it is better not to have too many things to do with it. ”

"It doesn't matter. Bai Mu glanced at the group of monks below, "Before entering the ruins, there may not be a lot of cooperation. ”

turned to Gu Blade and said, "Then bother." ”

Then, with the monks of the Imperial Sword Sect behind him, they all stepped into the Divine Boat. Except for Gu Blade Blade, the remaining disciples of the Holy Weapon Sect also looked at them vigilantly.

Bai Mu didn't seem to regard himself as an outsider at all, and walked directly around the Shenxing Boat, amazed as he walked.

"Brother Gu, your Holy Weapon Sect's handwriting is too big. ”

Gu Blade Feng said indifferently: "Compared to your Imperial Sword Sect's Imperial Sword Technique, these things outside your body are really not worth mentioning. ”

Bai Mu stretched out his finger and shook it, and said with a smile: "Although it is a polite word, it is too exaggerated, Brother Gu is not such a hypocritical person." ”

After saying that, the two laughed together.

"The people of the Hundred Refining Sect and the Mantuo Sect are also below. Bai Mu said suddenly.

Gu Blade Feng said: "The Hundred Refining Sect is not to be afraid. Brother Bai should also know that since the Qingyang Sect was destroyed, the Hundred Refining Sect was at the bottom of the top ten sects. Although there were a lot of people who came this time, only the one with the highest cultivation level was the sixfold spirit pill realm. It's the Mantuo sect ......"

Gu Fengfeng paused for a moment and said, "The person who came is Xun Yi." ”

"Xun Yi. Bai Mu raised his eyebrows, "It's really a headache." ”

Gu Fengfeng continued: "In addition to the Ten Great Sects, there are also some tricky people. ”

Bai Mu's divine sense swept over the crowd below, and his action immediately aroused the vigilance of at least ten people. And the cultivation of these people is all above the seventh-level spirit pill realm!

"Southern Wilderness Blood Demon, Wood Cicada, One-armed Old Monster...... The others, but they don't recognize them. Huh?"

Bai Mu's face suddenly showed a look of surprise.

"You feel it too?" said Gu Blade.

Bai Mu bowed slightly: "It seems that there is an old guy in the Spirit Realm hidden in it." ”