"Boom!" With a loud bang, the star shield cracked, cracks appeared, and powerful death qi poured in, neutralizing the starlight, and the death knight couldn't help but look up to the sky and laugh.

"Kill!" the spear pointed out, tens of thousands of ghost army iron streams up, killing until now, the ghost army has lost half, but the Yin God disciples inside, the original bright white light has gradually dimmed, and the three-foot white light has become three inches.

One of them gritted his teeth to support the formation, and said prominently: "Senior brother, our mana is almost exhausted, why haven't the elders come down yet?"

When the Taoists present heard this, their faces were gloomy.

The Taoist who was asked was Li Ji, and at this time he slowly turned around, the body of the Yin God was also dim, and his face was a little bitter: "Senior brother, the matter has come here, it is useless to think about it anymore, it is time for us to be martyred." ”

At this time, the ghost army's eyes flashed with red light, because there were dim Yin Gods in front of them, these Yin God disciples all looked indifferent, and raised the last power, and a little bright light seeped out from their bodies, only with fireflies in the night.

Yang Xuan smiled bitterly, and in an instant, he remembered a bright girl.

All kinds of childhood sweethearts passed by, and I remembered the silk book I handed over in the past for the sake of Taoism.

Thinking of that time, she had a hunch, and even shrank when she took it, and looked slowly with great effort, for a moment, a pair of dark eyes stared at herself, without blinking, tears crackled down, and finally she mustered up the last trace of courage and asked expectantly: "...... Brother Yang...... You really don't want me anymore?"

I regret it, yes, but if I do it again, I still want to set foot on the Tao!

Yang Xuan still had the strength to concentrate at this time, and he came back to his senses in an instant, and his eyes swept over the Yin God behind him: "Senior brothers, our time has come, let's kill!"

These disciples all smiled miserably, but they were all silent, all holding mantras, preparing for the final battle.

I only heard a loud "boom", the barrier exploded, and the star Dou gradually disintegrated and dissipated in the air.

At this moment, the ghost army did not rush up directly, only listening to the dull sound spreading on the ground, some chaotic ghost army slowly concentrated, except for the five hundred ghost army left behind, this ten thousand ghost army was strictly arrayed, and the breath of death was arrayed, and it gathered into a formidable iron stream.

"The spark of the spark will surely revolutionize the world!" The knight who originally carried the surname of the god had died, but at this time, a death knight dropped his spear and drew his sword.

Carrying memories for many years, it declared: "In the name of my lord - charge!"

Suddenly, the dark iron stream galloped out and pounced on these Yin Gods.

"Kill!" Yang Xuan shouted, and charged out in reverse, and behind him, dozens of Yin Gods also shouted and rushed up, and the two iron streams collided instantly.

"Boom!" Mingguang exploded, and the ghost army in front of him turned into black mist, even the death knight was shattered, but the next moment, the gray and black sword light went forward one after another and continued to cut down.

From a distance, a little light and a dark stream of iron were fighting.

Feeling the last vow of death of the same Yin God, these Taoists at the last moment, the fire of seeking the Tao burning in their hearts was still not extinguished, and Wang Cunye was stunned.

The sword light flashed, and several ghost soldiers who rushed up screamed miserably with gray ashes, and huge yin qi spurted out, sprinkled all over their bodies, and wanted to infiltrate Wang Cunye's body, at this moment, he smiled and muttered: "What good Taoists!"

The ghost army continued to rush towards Wang Cunye, they shouted, squeezing his space with "life", just at this moment, Wang Cunye sneered, the sword light flashed, and he just killed a bloody path, and the sword qi coldly pierced into the ghost body, spewing out a rich ghost qi, shattering their false lives.

Feeling the ghostly aura on his face, Wang Cunye suddenly recalled his years in the underworld, this kind of soul resonance, and a kind of burning flame, the long sword in his hand has turned into a will, constantly cutting through the long knife and spear, and there is only his own sword light in the vision, and the shattered ghost army.

Within ten steps, every trace of airflow, every movement, and every inch of space became so clear!

"Puff" The long knife made of dead gas pierced through, Yang Xuan shouted, and spit out a word with difficulty: "E!"

A small cloud of bright light exploded, but at this time, I saw a few ghost soldiers screaming, as if they had been drenched in boiling water, but they did not turn into ashes, and the mana was exhausted.

In the next moment, several long knives pierced, making Yang Xuan scream.

At this moment, a bright light rose outside, and cracks appeared in the space.

Han Zhuzi saw the fighting inside, his eyes were bright, he shook his head and sighed, reached out and took out a handful of small pills, just a little, and saw that these turned into a piece of thunder and attacked.

At the moment of encountering the barrier, I only heard a "boom", only to see a mushroom cloud rise into the sky, stirring up the dark death qi like the ocean, these death qi exploded violently, the underworld shattered, and the earth cracked, revealing the deep, dark, and eternal nature.

Within this range, no matter who it was, they couldn't stop it for even a moment, and they turned into ashes in an instant, while those who were a little farther away were blown up and fell heavily to the ground.

For a moment, the bright moon hung over the sky of the underworld, sprinkling Dao Qinghui, constantly sweeping the land, and in the sky, twelve Dao people appeared.

These Taoists are dressed in simple clothes and have a slim bearing, but when they look down at this moment, they all look pale.

"How many are still alive?"

"Seven, oh, and one alive, the breath of death has invaded his consciousness. Han Zhuzi suddenly beckoned, summoning a ball of golden light, which had a trace of dead air, and when he helped it, the dead air would melt away.

"This person is Yang Xuan, although he is not dead, but his knowledge is damaged. Han Zhuzi said regretfully.

"Quickly protect the seven surviving ones, and I'll go and kill the rest of the ghost army. Han Zhuzi dropped this sentence and turned into a streamer of light.

Charging directly towards the remaining thousands of ghost armies and dozens of death knights.

It was still in the aftermath of the explosion, revealing a deep abyss, dark, deep, and eternal.

If it is a ghost immortal, it will be difficult to enter this place, but at this time, what kind of person is Han Zhuzi?

In the past hundred years, how many contemporaries have been thrown away by him, detached, the five elements are clustered, and after three tribulations and five tribulations, once the fruit position is complete, it will immediately be the immortal karma position.

I saw that at this time, with a wave of his hand, the five qi emerged, intertwined, and evolved into heaven and earth, yin and yang, in which all life and death were born, and instantly swept towards these ghost armies.

Hearing only the sound of "bang", thousands of ghost troops screamed silently, turned into a cloud of yin army, and suddenly turned gray.

In a flash, Han Zhuzi stopped in front of a disciple, only to see that this disciple's glazed Yin God's body was crawling with a trace of dead air, full of cracks, but it was only supported by a bright light inside, and it had not yet invaded the inside.

At this time, he stood with a sword, his bearing was like that, and a sharp spirit rushed out, and among the surviving disciples, this son was the most complete.

Han Zhuzi only didn't speak, and his eyes flashed.

This son hit the clock and swept away the face of the door, such a big disaster, this son may fall into it, I don't want him not only to survive, but also to look at this is the most complete.

"The disciple has seen a real person!" Wang Cunye was the head, Han Zhuzi nodded, and said, "This is the matter, you come with me." ”

As soon as the voice fell, without waiting for Wang Cunye's reaction, he grabbed it and flew away.

The earth immortal is powerful, only to see a flash of brilliance, and the figure of the cold bamboo on the water mirror in the hall gradually fades, and finally disappears.

Seeing this, the other eleven earth immortals didn't say much, looking for the surviving disciples, killing the rest of the ghost army, and all escorted them back.

Dao Dao Guanghua shuttles through yin and yang, in the main hall, the hall master is expressionless, the last scene on the water mirror is twelve lights, and the rest is the dark and empty underworld, and there is no trace of activity on it.

With a wave of the long sleeves, this water mirror turned into a point of light and dispersed, and the earth immortal elders all stood up, calm and silent, and a gloomy atmosphere pressed the whole hall.

The loss this time is too great!

It was too big to bear, only eight were recovered, and all the others died in the underworld, so it can be said that the foundation of the past ten years has been completely destroyed after this battle.

Under the jade platform, except for the seven people, the other hundreds of disciples fell to the ground, breathing still there, their faces were peaceful, and they were sleeping, but everyone present knew that this was just the ability of the three turns of human immortals.

The three turns of human immortals, even after death, the body is not rotten, just like before life, the body gradually withers after a hundred years, but it will not be corrupted, and now these ** have lost their original knowledge, although they are still alive, they are really dead.

The hall master was expressionless, stared at it for a moment, and then said, "Someone!"

"The disciple is here!" As soon as the words fell, two Taoist children walked out and bowed in response.

"Go and call the wrestlers, and carry these disciples down and lay them in the cold pool. The hall master waved his hand, and when he said this, there was finally a hint of gloom in his tone.

"Yes!" the boy replied and hurriedly withdrew.

The cold pool itself is the place where Lianyun Dao stores some sitting disciples, the corpses are stored here forever frozen, and they will not rot for ten thousand years, and in a moment, hundreds of wrens came, and after saluting, the bodies of these disciples were carried down one by one, and the whole process was silent, and no one dared to speak.

In the blink of an eye, the main hall was empty, only seven disciples were still seated, and one disciple was leaning, these were the remaining eight disciples this time.

At this moment, twelve rays of light penetrated straight into the main hall, the brilliance faded, the body manifested, and the twelve earth immortals appeared, and the front was Han Zhuzi.

I saw Han Zhuzi stepping forward, and said: "Hall Master, the disciples have suffered heavy losses this time, hundreds of disciples have all fallen, and only eight remain!"

As he spoke, he took out eight clusters of light from his sleeve, all of them dim, and only one of them had some white light left.

"Who is this?" asked an earth immortal.

"Wang Cunye!" Han Zhuzi replied when he heard this.

"It's this!" several earth immortals heard this, and only said this, and then stopped talking.

Hundreds of disciples are the essence of one state and one county, practicing Xuangong, and they all have luck and foundation, but at this time, they are basically wiped out, and only this son still has such a color!

Wang Cunye's master Xie Cheng did not have a certificate of ghosts and immortals, he was not a Master, and the Great Yan Guan was even more down-and-out, and he didn't want this son to be able to retreat at this time.

This can't help but be surprised, the Daomen is the most important luck and good fortune, and suddenly a few people have changed their views - if they can accept this son as a wing, take their luck, it will definitely be beneficial to the Dao industry.

(To be continued)