Zhou Yanghong's face was pale, the strength of the ghost thing was ridiculously strong, stronger than the skeleton guarding the gate of the Netherworld, if he hadn't had the luck protection of the Great Zhou Emperor Dynasty, I am afraid that he would have died countless times.

However, Zhou Yanghong was not without scheming, seeing that he was not the opponent of the ghost, he directly chose to delay, delaying the time a little bit, and finally, he fled back to the passage in less than a quarter of an hour, intending to use the strength of the Jinyun Dao people to drag the ghost, and then the passage opened, and he entered first.

It's just that I didn't expect that Jin Yundao people were even more ruthless, and directly said the wrong time to open the passage, and then lured Zhou Yanghong to leave.

"Ahh

Zhou Yanghong let out an angry roar, no one knew that he was calculated, and he felt bad, not to mention that he Zhou Yanghong almost died in the hands of ghosts.

"Want to swallow the inheritance of the saint alone?

Seeing that the passage was about to close, Zhou Yanghong's body exuded a dazzling golden light, and in the golden light, a dragon-shaped rune twisted out, and his body actually shrank strangely, turning into a streamer, and instantly rushed into the spatial vortex.

Qi Luck Rune, a unique martial arts rune of the Yun Dynasty, can be blessed with the help of Yun Dynasty's Qi Luck for a short time.

As the spatial passage opened, the ghosts of the Netherworld went crazy, and a terrifying roar shook the entire inner city.

"Cousin, there are fluctuations in spiritual weapons here, maybe there are treasures"

The five figures flew at low altitude, and the person at the head was Mo Tianzi, the prince of the sky.

Hearing this, Mo Tianzi's face remained unchanged, and his body shape did not waver, "The purpose of our trip is not a spiritual weapon, but the inheritance of a saint, if you want a spiritual weapon, you can get it yourself."

Mo Yiyun stopped talking for a while, and went to get it himself? What are you kidding, this is the center of the Netherworld Dead City, any ghost thing can kill you, compared to the spirit weapon, your own life is the most important, or honestly follow behind your cousin is the right way.

Mo Yiyun thought so, and the other two didn't think so.

"Flyer boy, we won't go forward with you" The handsome young man paused, standing on the roof, clasping his fists in both hands.

The thin young man followed behind the handsome young man without saying a word.

Mo Tianzhi nodded dispensably, "Take care, everyone"

After speaking, the speed remained the same, and disappeared in place in an instant, Mo Yiyun was stunned, and looked at the thin young man in a low voice, and his body method was running to the limit, following closely behind Mo Tianzi.

He knew that these people must have taken a fancy to the fluctuation of the spirit weapon just now, which made him very unhappy in his heart, but Mo Tianzi was gone, and if he continued to stay, he would definitely not be pleased.

"Two, why don't we continue to follow behind Mo Tianzi and compete for the inheritance of the saint?" Staying with the two of them was also a mid-stage martial artist of the Condensation Realm, dressed in a black robe and looking like a young man.

It's not that he doesn't want to keep up, it's that Mo Tianzi and Mo Yiyun are both in the same family, and if they keep up, they will definitely be abandoned.

"With the Nine Yang Great Venerable and the three Great Venerables here, the inheritance of the saints, we don't even think about it, what, do you still want to fight with them as a mid-stage martial artist of the Condensation Realm?" said the thin young man unceremoniously.

This person's face sank, and he did not refute, because what the other party said made him have no refutation.

They formed a team just to be able to fight against the Jinshui Great Venerable and others when they were competing for the inheritance, but unfortunately, the appearance of the Jiuyang Great Venerable completely broke this balance.

The strength of the Great Venerable of Jiuyang is too strong, so strong that people can't afford to fight.

"Mo Tianzi is a genius on the first day of the Ferris Sect, one of the top ten figures, and he has many life-saving means, we follow him, we can't get any benefits at all, anyway, we can't get the inheritance of the saint, it's better to look for treasures in the inner city, maybe, we can get the inheritance of some of the strong people who fell in the inner city" The handsome young man said slowly.

The thin young man nodded, "As I planned, along the way, everyone can see that Mo Tianzi doesn't care about the life and death of us except for protecting Mo Yiyun, there was originally a team of more than a dozen people, but now there are only three of us left."

Along the way, it was peaceful at first, but after the fluctuation of the Yuan Shen from the center of the city, the ghosts hidden everywhere were dispatched one after another, and in the center, there were even four or five ghosts in the late stage of Ning Zhen, and the losses were heavy.

The black-robed young man was silent, a little, "Let's go find the source of the spiritual artifact fluctuations now?"

The handsome young man said: "The fluctuation of the spiritual weapon just now, if my expectations are good, it should be issued by a high-grade spiritual weapon, for us, it is a very good hole card, I don't know what you think."

The thin young man didn't think about it, and agreed directly.

A top-grade spiritual weapon!

The black-robed young man was a little moved, for the martial artists of the Condensing Truth Realm, the middle-grade spiritual weapon was the best weapon, the high-grade spiritual weapon was the hole card that could increase the combat power, and the high-grade spiritual weapon was very rare even among some powerful lower-level forces.

As if seeing through the thoughts of the black-robed youth, the handsome young man flew up and said, "Without further ado, it would not be good if that place was occupied by some powerful ghosts."

The black-robed young man had no choice but to follow behind the two of them, looking for the source of the fluctuations that emitted the spiritual weapon.

Rumble!

A hundred miles away from the three of them, a powerful power rose into the sky, and the terrifying vitality gathered wildly, forming a huge axe that fell from the sky.

Circles of bronze light vibrated wildly, space seemed to be distorted, terrible power shot out, the ground shook, hideous cracks spread everywhere, rotten houses, dilapidated halls, a large number of buildings were destroyed, and then twisted into ashes by the bronze light.

"The first one!"

Yu Wei rushed in, Ding Yan's black hair flew upside down, his eyes were black and white, and the momentum of his body was like an ancient demon god, and the earth-splitting axe in his hand was spitting bronze light.

On the other side, it is a powerful skeleton ghost, but it is much weaker than the demon skull guarding the gate of the netherworld, always, it is also the strength of the late stage of Ning Zhen, with the intermediate supernatural power, it is difficult to kill the other party, as a last resort, Ding Yan took out the earth splitting axe.

The power of the Earth Splitting Axe is indeed very strong, even if it can't exert one-tenth of the power of the Earth Splitting Axe, but once the axe goes down, it is still not something that the ghosts in the late stage of Ning Zhen can resist.

The golden light of the Fengshen List poked out, and after absorbing the gray gas of the skeleton, the word 'ghost' on it became clearer, and it was more than half as clear as the word 'spirit', which was equivalent to a normal writing font.

Retracting the Earth Splitting Axe, Ding Yan's figure fell, sat cross-legged on the cracked street, took out the Divine Condensation Pill and began to restore the power of the Yuan Shen.

The Condensing Pill, which was refined by Ding Yan himself, was given to him by the Tongshan Holy Land, and it belonged to the eighth-level elixir, which was more effective than the Xuanyuan Pill.

With a cup of tea, Ding Yan opened his eyes, exhaled a breath of turbidity, flew up, and continued to move forward.

He didn't know how many ghosts it was, ten, twenty, hundred?

In short, this was the first time Ding Yan hunted a ghost creature in the late stage of the Ning Zhen Realm