The light emitted by the Liuhe Realm could only shine at a distance not far away in the endless darkness, and Song Xing and the others went down the cliff wall, and they could see that the mountains seemed to extend to the infinite depths of the earth's core, and there was no end in sight.

As far as the eye could see, there was endless darkness, and in addition to the darkness, there was also an increasingly cold temperature.

The cold penetrates the bone marrow, such a cold, as if not only the body, but also the heart is cold, and the feeling of dying is about to die.

I don't know when, a little light quietly lit up in the darkness, it was a faint, white light light, it floated in the darkness, and it was like a puff of light smoke, with some nothingness, in mid-air, gradually turned into a beautiful and desolate face.

The Liuhe mirror suddenly shone brightly, dispelling the darkness dozens of feet in front of him, Qi Hao and the others saw the outside, and were slightly shocked: Yin Spirit!

According to ancient legends, life is old and dead, only the soul is immortal, and at the end of a lifetime, there will be a soul out of the body, and it will be reincarnated in the next life, life after life, and reincarnation.

However, in the world, there are resentful spirits, with greed, hatred, and ignorance, fear, evil, and fear, attachment to the world, returning to the past, and not wanting to die, which is the "yin spirit".

Song Xing's face was as usual, the yin spirit is a yin thing, and naturally likes to live in the yin and damp place, this necromantic abyss is dark and damp, and it is not surprising that there are such ghost things.

However, people are afraid of ghosts, and ghosts are also afraid of people, and the eight monks who have achieved cultivation do not need to be afraid of some yin spirits.

It seemed to be alarmed by the voices of Qi Hao and the others, and countless faint white lights suddenly lit up in the darkness, and there were actually countless yin spirits, awakened from their long slumber, and gathered here.

The bursts of smoky white light, drifting erratically, transformed countless faces, male or female, old or young, beautiful or ugly, but at this moment, there was only one feeling in the eyes of everyone: cold.

Song Xing realized that the elders and others of the Blood Refining Hall might not have really descended into this necromantic abyss, or they had some kind of secret method to avoid the perception of necromancers.

The ghost light of the countless yin spirits around lit up at the same time, and the faces that had transformed into human beings revealed infinite longing.

Song Xing controlled the Liuhe Mirror, controlling the light to a few zhang in size, those Yin Spirits seemed to be a little afraid of the light, although they were greedy for the taste of flesh and blood, they didn't dare to take a step beyond the Thunder Pool for a while, just followed them like maggots on tarsal bones.

In this way, a stick of incense flew, and everyone's feet sank, and they had reached the bottom of the abyss.

The Yin Spirits couldn't bear it anymore, let out a terrifying whistling sound, and frantically slaughtered it, the Yin Wind was gusting, and the screams were endless.

There were too many Yin Spirits, and the aperture of the Liuhe Mirror was crumbling by the impact in an instant, but under the infusion of Song Xing's mana, it still stubbornly withstood the impact.

The other seven people carried the magic weapon, and under the urging, the light bloomed, and swept towards the Yin Spirit rushing forward.

The moment the magic weapon aura came into contact with those yin spirits, there was an almost fried and exploding sound of "zizi", and the dozens of yin spirits in front of him immediately turned into nothing, and their souls flew away.

The sound echoed through the empty and dark place, and it was eerie.

But the temptation of fresh flesh and blood was too great, and countless Yin Spirits still rushed forward in a frenzy that was not afraid of death, crashed into the defensive aperture of the Liuhe Mirror, was bounced off, and then crashed over, and so on.

The Yin Spirits disregarded their lives, and they continued to flow without stopping, even if the light shield of the Liuhe Realm was extremely tough, they still couldn't resist it, and the light gradually dimmed.

Fa Xiang and the others listened to the sound of ghost crying in their ears, and they only felt their scalps tingle.

Fortunately, in the previous two battles, Song Xingchong was at the front, withstanding the greatest pressure, and the rest of the people did not consume much mana, and it was not difficult to hide behind the aperture of the Liuhe Mirror at this moment and kill these Yin Spirits.

Seeing that everyone had killed for a while, the Yin Spirits still did not decrease, and the Fa Xiang showed an anxious look on his face: "These Yin Spirits are inexhaustible, once our mana is exhausted, I am afraid that we will be trapped and die here." ”

Qi Hao stretched out his hand and made a move, the cold ice sword swept by, and after killing a few Yin Spirits, he also said, "We have to think of a way to rush out." ”

Whether it is Lu Xueqi or the two disciples of Fanxiang Valley, they have shown great lethality in the face of these Yin Spirits, and even the weakest Zhang Xiaofan has killed a lot of Yin Spirits, but as Fa Xiang said, if he can't rush out as soon as possible, he is afraid that he will be consumed and killed here.

And Song Xing, who had not made a move since just now, except for holding up the hexagram, heard everyone say this, and shouted softly: "I'm going to take back the hexagram, pay attention to protection." ”

After three breaths, the aperture outside the Liuhe mirror suddenly closed, and the countless yin spirits around them who scattered faint white light seemed to be stunned for a moment, and then, in front of them, eight living flesh and blood bodies stood there without a trace of defense.

In the darkness, there seemed to be countless voices laughing and roaring proudly at the same time, and countless Yin Spirits seemed to freeze in mid-air for a moment, and then, like greedy beasts, they rushed towards the person standing in the darkness.

In the next second, a light lit up in the darkness!

The light emanated from the ten tiger swords in front of Song Xing.

A warm light like the sun emanated from the sword body, and then a dazzling light pierced the darkness, reflecting the radius of the Necromantic Abyss for hundreds of zhang, making the originally dark heaven and earth light up.

Those greedy and ferocious Yin Spirits suddenly stopped, as if they were bound by something, and froze in mid-air.

Then, as the golden light became more and more intense, they turned into ashes and disappeared without a trace.

This scene, falling into the eyes of Fa Xiang and the others, made them stunned and unbelievable.

A ray of light suddenly appeared, turning everything around them into a strange light, and the Yin Spirits were all wiped out?

The rest of the people were also at a loss, completely confused.

I could only see that Song Xing had cast a very powerful, supreme yang and rigid spell, and he instantly swept away all the yin spirits within hundreds of zhang.

Such a powerful and terrifying move seemed to frighten the remaining Yin Spirits, and these Yin Spirits with a little wisdom were finally afraid, and the Yin Spirits let out angry ghost crying, and then slowly retreated into the darkness again, not daring to snoop again.

Fa Xiang and the others were on guard for a long time, and they were slightly relieved to see that the Yin Spirit had indeed receded.

"Senior Brother Song, I originally thought that the Qingyunmen Divine Sword Thunder True Technique was the strongest sword technique in your sect, but I didn't expect that the sword technique that Senior Brother just cast was not under the Divine Sword Thunder True Technique."

From the perspective of the Fa Xiang, although the sword technique that Song Xing used just now did not have a huge momentum, it could sweep away the Yin Spirit within a range of hundreds of zhang with one sword, and the horror of this sword technique was definitely not under the four major sword techniques of Qingyunmen.

Qi Hao and the others also looked at Song Xing curiously, although the sword technique that Song Xing had just cast, although it was brilliant and powerful, it was obviously not the swordsmanship of Qingyunmen.

Song Xing smiled slightly: "After practicing for a hundred years, when there is nothing to improve in cultivation, I have nothing to do and create a sword trick by myself, and I smiled." ”

As soon as Song Xing's words came out, everyone's faces turned grim, and even the disciples of Fanxiang Valley, who had always been arrogant, also showed a look of admiration.

It's just because, although the strength of these righteous path disciples is not weak, the cultivation methods over the years are also following the path of their predecessors.

And Song Xing not only surpassed them a lot in cultivation, but even on the basis of his predecessors, he brought forth the new and created his own sword technique, and the realm of light theory has surpassed everyone present.

(End of chapter)