The corpse qi had been sealed by the saint a hundred years ago, how could it appear on the top of the mountain.

In the spiritual wilderness, there are only a handful of cultivators who can break the seal of the saint, but this place is only beneficial to ghost cultivation, how could those few people come here.

Sun Ruowang had a few thoughts in his heart.

Turning to look at the thatched hut, in the middle of the house, there was a simple bronze mirror hanging.

The moment Sun Ruowang opened the door, he fell to the ground, and then a stream of black gas seeped out, instantly drifting into the ground.

"Oops."

....

The foot of the mountain.

Shen Yu stood with his hands in his hands, quietly looking at the black clouds churning in the distance.

Yang Pan'er lifted the curtain and asked in shock, "Shen Yu, what is that?" It's not that a hundred years ago, the saints of the academy sealed the mountain full of corpse qi, how can it seem that the seal has been broken."

Zhao Ji's expression was solemn, and she looked at the sky in the same horror.

Even a big demon like her felt terrified, and if the churning corpse qi was contaminated by ordinary people, it would inevitably turn into dry bones.

The reason why the ghost cultivation has been able to continue for thousands of years is because of that ethereal corpse qi.

Except for the innate restraint of Confucianism, there is no good way to enter Buddhism and Taoism.

Shen Yu said calmly: "A hundred years ago, Wen Ruohai destroyed the Yin Netherworld Sect, in order to prevent the corpse water of Li Mountain from flowing into the mortal dust, a large array was set up here, and a spiritual treasure of the Confucian Sect 'Qingbai Jian' was left here to guard, and now that the corpse qi has reappeared, I am afraid that someone will steal that spiritual treasure."

Stealing the treasure of the academy?

The spiritual treasure that can seal the corpse qi is definitely a rare treasure in the world, and it is also guarded by the strong man of the academy, who has the courage to steal? .

Yang Paner's eyes widened, and her face was full of incredulity.

"Childe, although the Yin Netherworld Sect is a ghost cultivator, it is different from the evil cultivator and the demon cultivator, and it is not connected with the demons of those two worlds, why did the academy destroy its entire sect?" Zhao Ji asked curiously.

Shen Yu was not interested in this, and said casually, "The saint preached, find a few things to make merits."

Zhao Ji was born in the demon clan, and he didn't hear the meaning of Shen Yu's mouth, Yang Pan'er had just stepped into the cultivation world, and he didn't know anything about it.

However, if there were other Upper Three Realm cultivators present, they would definitely be shocked by this sentence.

Whether it is the great wish of Buddhism to become a Buddha, or the Daomen beheading three corpses, or the merits of Confucianism and becoming holy, these three kinds of existences beyond the current realm of spiritual desolation, even the nine holy places, are only known to the three semi-holy places that have been inherited for a long time.

But Shen Yu casually said that if he was heard by those strong people who were struggling in the fairy realm or the bodhisattva realm, he would definitely be grateful to Shen Yu.

It's a pity that Zhao Ji and Yang Paner's realm is too low.

At this time, it sounds like it's just a small talk.

Shen Yu tied the carriage to a dead tree and walked along the winding mountain road to the mountainside.

Yang Paner and Zhao Ji glanced at each other and quickly followed.

Along the way, there were countless dry bones on both sides, some hanging on the dead trees, some half-buried in the ground, and some on the rocks.

Even the small mountain road was full of dry bones.

And yet strange things happen.

Shen Yu walked in the forefront, and the moment those dry bones stepped on Shen Yu's footsteps, they automatically rolled to the sides without wind.

It was as if there was some kind of transparent light on Shen Yu's body, dispersing all objects that stood in front of him.

Seeing this shocking scene, Yang Paner and Zhao Ji invariably had the same thoughts.

This is the immortal world.

Only when immortals come here will they be like this.

...

Mountainside.

Countless dry bones were outside the hut, staring coldly at the middle-aged scholar in front of them.

Sun Ruowang desperately mobilized the Haoran Qi in his body, scattered the bones beside him, and after the fight, wave after wave, endlessly.

Looking down from the sky, the small pure white aura on the ground became more and more dim, but no matter how long, those dark corpses

The bones have never been able to annihilate it.

What Sun Ruowang held in his hand was the ancient scroll he had been reading, which was given by his master when he left the imperial capital.

Although he couldn't forgive the wrong things he had done, he still couldn't bear to die in Lishan.

The ancient scroll came from the academy, and once traveled the world with a saint, contaminated with the aura of the world, and those bones were obviously controlled by a certain ghost cultivator, and the hollow eye sockets flashed with an eerie green light.

And the Haoran Qi exuded by the ancient scroll naturally restrained these corpse qi, and Sun Ruowang was able to persist until now.

It's just that this persistence doesn't last long.

The realm is too low, and the Haoran Qi in the ancient scroll will eventually run out.

Shattering the dry bones in front of him, Sun Ruowang wiped the sweat on his forehead, and said secretly: "'Qing Baijian' was taken away, and the corpse qi was not sealed, and it will definitely flow out with the corpse water, and the mortals in a radius of thousands of miles will become the living dead.

In the midst of his thoughts, countless bones and corpses were killed, and Sun Ruowang wanted to mobilize the mighty aura of the ancient scroll, but found that the ancient scroll was already in tatters at the moment, and his breath was completely dissipated.

Seeing this, Sun Ruowang's face turned pale, and he never thought that this place sealed by the ancestor would actually be his burial place.

He glanced at the north, a hint of remorse in his eyes.

Then, condensing the last trace of spiritual power in his body, he pinched the mantra with his right hand, and a white light curtain blocked him around.

At first, the light curtain barely managed to hold up under the attack of the corpses.

But as time passed, Sun Ruowang's spiritual power was finally exhausted, and the light curtain became dim and transparent, and finally dissipated.

At this moment, his face was as dead as ashes, and his eyes were dull.

It was the last time he lived in the world.

"Master, the disciple is wrong."

Sun Ruowang looked up to the sky and sighed.

Then slowly close your eyes and wait quietly for death to come.

That's when it happened.

A bright and cyan sword aura drew an arc, which suddenly lit up in the dead night, brilliant light, and cut off all the corpses in its path.

Immediately after, another brighter sword aura rose.

The countless corpses on the mountainside did not put up any resistance, and they were turned into ashes under the shuttle of sword qi.

At the same time, that sword qi seemed to have an extremely spiritual aura.

It passed through the corpse in front of Sun Ruowang at great speed, and then brushed three inches from his sideburns, crashing into a place behind him.

In Sun Ruowang's shocked gaze, he could only hear a cold woman's voice.

"Don't stand in the way of this girl's sword."

Sun Ruowang didn't have time to see the other party's face clearly, but he was a little ashamed when he only felt the fierce sword qi around him.

Even if you try your best, you can't stop the siege of those dry bones.

And the woman in front of her just took two swords in her hand, and she lightly solved her predicament.

It is said that sword cultivation is the pride of heaven in the spiritual wilderness.

That he was also born in the Holy Land, and the gap between the two is too big.

Sun Ruowang turned sideways in embarrassment, avoiding the sword qi, and then looked into the distance.