After a short lull.

The darkness in the mountainside invaded again, and the air was filled with the sound of countless corpses rubbing against each other, as well as some kind of shrill ghost cry.

Then, countless black gases enveloped the hut.

The sound of teeth tearing constantly.

Sun Ruowang looked into the depths of the darkness in horror, his eyes became more and more frightened, and his desperate expression was completely revealed.

Although he had three cultivators joining, he knew that there was a terrifying existence in the mountain.

Even if he was a sage of the academy, if he was besieged by those corpses, there was no chance of survival.

As long as the corpse gas continues, the bones will be scattered and reborn.

Endless until you kill a few of yourself.

The sword light of the Qingxuan Sword in Yang Paner's hand became brighter and brighter, and her eyes were full of eagerness.

The next moment.

She rushed out of the hut.

In the darkness, a bright light pierced the dead silence and then illuminated all around.

Although this light is very faint, it is fleeting, like a flying sky, like the Milky Way falling for nine days.

A woman dressed in white walked in the dark, calmly and ethereally swinging her sword, slashing the skeletons one after another.

...

This scene is full of indescribable shock, and there is an elegant demeanor out of the dust.

Sun Ruowang's eyes were subconsciously a little envious.

My Fair Lady, Gentleman.

Readers have always liked beautiful things.

"I'm going to help Fairy Yang too," Sun Ruowang muttered.

Fighting side by side with fairies is something that many scholars dream of.

"Stand still."

Zhao Ji glanced at him, the corners of his mouth curled slightly, and his tone was sarcastic: "It is said that the Haoran Qi of the Academy restrains the ghost cultivation of the world, but your Haoran Qi has just been in the initial realm, and it will be a disadvantage to go."

Hearing this, Sun Ruowang was embarrassed and looked out of the house with a complicated face.

In the dark night, the light was extremely bright, and Yang Paner's sword moves were like flowing water, and each sword showed an intoxicating temperament.

The skeletons seemed to be there to help her practice her sword.

Inside the house.

Shen Yu slowly opened his eyes, and his gaze fell on the middle of the lobby.

There is a groove there, which was originally the place where the ancient mirror was placed.

"It stands to reason that with this kind of spiritual treasure, it is impossible for the academy to let a disciple who has just stepped into the initial realm guard it, let alone this is Lishan, I am very curious, how did you evade the academy's identification."

Shen Yu suddenly spoke.

Zhao Ji stood aside, a little puzzled.

Sun Ruowang looked stunned and subconsciously asked, "What did this son say?"

Shen Yu said calmly: "Li Mountain is the mountain gate of the Yin Netherworld Sect, a hundred years ago, the sage of the academy, Wen Ruohai, preached the Tao, and killed all the ghost cultivators overnight, after that, in order to prevent the corpse qi of Li Shan from flowing out with the corpse water, the academy set up a large array here, with the innocent sword as the array, blocking the source of the corpse qi, and every ten years, there will be a mountain guard here."

Shen Yu looked at the night outside the house, and continued: "Every mountain keeper realm needs to reach the gentleman's realm of Confucianism, first, the innocence of the sword consumes a large amount of Haoran qi, and only the cultivation of the gentleman's realm can be reluctantly exerted, and the second is that although the ghost cultivation of Lishan is exhausted, there are still countless grievances and corpses, ordinary cultivators are contaminated, and they will definitely fall into their minds and become powerful ghosts, and the gentleman cultivates himself and cultivates virtue, and the hundred ghosts are easy to keep his heart in Lishan, as for you, even if the academy is weak, it is impossible to send a person who does not even have the realm of a gentleman to come here."

The words fell, and Zhao Ji on the side suddenly raised her head.

If the realm is not reached, it is naturally impossible to be sent to Lishan.

And the man in front of him appeared in Lishan.

There is only one possibility.

He is that ghost cultivator, or the remnant of the Netherworld Sect.

Thinking of this, Zhao Ji's breath soared, and her whole body stood in front of Shen Yu, looking at Sun Ruowang indifferently.

The latter's eyes flickered, and he said in a deep voice, "How can this gentleman be like this?

I know about the academy and Li Shan, but I don't know that in the past hundred years, Li Shan's corpse qi has gone eight or nine times out of ten, and there is no need for the senior uncle of the Junzi Realm to come here to guard it."

Shen Yu thought for a moment, shook his head and said, "The corpse water is connected to the netherworld, and there is no possibility for the corpse qi to dissipate."

Hearing this, Sun Ruowang's face changed slightly, and his face, which had no blood, became even more pale, like a dead person.

"Who are you? How to know the source of the corpse water, in the world, except for a few sages in the academy, no one knows at all."

Sun Ruowang asked sharply.

At this moment, his aura underwent some extremely strange changes, and the whole person seemed to be reborn.

Zhao Ji looked solemn and looked ahead vigilantly.

It seems that what Childe said is right, this guy must be the remnant of the Netherworld Sect.

"There are two Jedi in the spiritual wilderness, the corpse mountain and the sea of blood, many people don't know, Li Mountain is the corpse mountain, and the blood river is connected to the Netherworld, so there will be a steady stream of corpse qi, and the ancestor of the Netherworld Sect cultivates the ghost path, and accidentally discovers this place, this kind of ghost path holy land, for ghost cultivation, is a fairyland, for this reason, he founded the Yin Netherworld Sect in Li Mountain, and cultivates with corpse qi..."

Shen Yu seemed to have a lot of time, and he patiently told the origin of the Lishan Yin Sect.

Sun Ruowang was silent, but there was a hint of jealousy in his eyes.

At the same time, the entire thatched hut was silently filled with black gas, and a bottomless terrifying crack could be vaguely seen in the place where the Spirit Treasure Innocence was originally placed.

Zhao Ji subconsciously looked at Shen Yu.

The latter looked calm and ignored it.

Shen Yu withdrew his gaze from the outside of the house and continued: "After the ghost cultivators occupied the Li Mountain, the realm increased dramatically, and many ghost cultivators even stepped through the upper three realms, and they were not weak compared to the powerhouses of the fairy realm, but no one was able to survive the Ascension Tribulation."

"Until a hundred years ago, the generation of the Yin Netherworld Sect produced an amazing young disciple who broke this rule, and in nine days, that disciple survived the Eight Heavenly Tribulations..."

Sun Ruowang's pupils constricted, he looked at the man in front of him in disbelief, and exclaimed, "How can you know so much about the affairs of the Yin Netherworld Sect..."

Shen Yu ignored it and continued to tell the story on his own.

"Until that day, the ninth heavenly tribulation came, and that person's whole body realm cultivation had reached the peak of the ghost path, and the original ethereal body condensed into substance, and the flesh and blood were reborn, even under the heavenly path calamity, that person turned a blind eye, and the first strong man who was sanctified by the ghost path was about to be born in the world..."

"Ghost Saint, hum! Cultivators in the world only know Confucian saints, but who has ever heard of ghost saints." Sun Ruowang suddenly interrupted Shen Yu's words.

Shen Yu's bright eyes quietly looked at this somewhat obscene scholar, and the corners of his mouth seemed to be smiling, as if he had seen through everything.

Sun Ruowang raised his head and said sharply, "The three thousand avenues in the world, except for the orthodoxy of the three religions, those side doors and left paths, are they not worthy of sanctification? In the eyes of the three sects, they are crooked and heretical, and they only need some lame reason to judge their sin, and this world has never been fair."

The voice like a devil crying echoed throughout the mountain.

Those powerful ghosts besieging Yang Pan'er became more and more numerous, and the sword light became more and more clear.

Sun Ruowang's whole person was like a demon who had just been born, and the rich black aura enveloped his body, and his realm was also rising.

Zhao Ji was suppressed by that huge aura, and the whole person retreated uncontrollably.

At the moment when he was about to fall, a gentle breath came.

Shen Yu patted her on the shoulder and said with a smile, "Lord Ghost Saint is here."