When I saw the coffin of the Nine Sons Ghost Mother, my eyes hurt suddenly, and I couldn't help but close my eyes and let out a muffled snort. When I opened my eyes again, the coffin was already sinking, and the heavy darkness at the bottom was like a deep abyss, stretching out endless viscous tentacles, wrapping the black Nine Sons Ghost Mother Coffin, pulling it deeper into the darkness.

"You see?" Uncle Long put one hand on my shoulder.

I rubbed my eyes and nodded vigorously: "See, that's ...... Little Third Master, do you still remember when we entered Denglong Mountain, we encountered a ghost carrying a coffin? The black coffin, and finally the top of the Dragon Mountain collapsed, and it was the coffin that was swallowed up by the abyss with the witch. ”

The little third master was a little stunned by my question, and was stunned for a moment before responding: "Ah? I remember...... Yes! You mean, you saw the coffin? ”

The mountain that was swallowed by the abyss, the strange screaming alien monster, and the nine sons of the witch who climbed the Dragon Mountain.

Could it be that when the witch's piece of immortal jade collapsed, the heavenly abyss summoned was the bottomless darkness under the earth of the underworld?

Can't figure it out.

Just as I was thinking about it, suddenly the strange 'night' churned.

A thick inky mud like a sticky swamp and foul-smelling mud rose from beneath the earth. The thick ink color was like a tide and waves, and it rushed out of the crack in the ground in an instant.

A blinding light burst through the darkness, and the light made the 'night' ripple.

Invisibly, the crack cracked wider, and a dark whirlwind swept in all directions, and all the bones piled up nearby were scattered by the evil wind.

Uncle Long let out a low shout of 'Be careful', and his hand clasped my shoulder, dragging me back quickly.

The little third master and the blood-clothed slave each showed a posture to meet the enemy, and no one dared to relax in response to this sudden change.

The evil wind swept away, the bones were blown apart, and the scene on the ground was clear.

Only then did we realize that the place where we stepped on our feet was not ordinary. It wasn't tiles, and a door was lying, a dark door of black stone came to the fore.

The door that was lying, the door made of black stones, the huge crack was torn from the top left of the door frame of the black door to the bottom right, like a crack in the door that had been torn open, and black gas was gushing out!

"This is Xuantan?" I was really dumbfounded at the moment, I thought about all kinds of appearances, I never thought that it would be such a strange black giant gate.

It can't help but give me the illusion that it is falling to the ground, or are we 'standing' against the wall?

The sense of direction seems to be distorted, and the perception seems to be distorted.

At this moment, a terrible and high-pitched cat meow suddenly sounded. Immediately after that, several more figures erupted from the black gas gushing out of the 'Black Stone Gate', and out of the darkness came the face of a miserable white and wrinkled old lady, with a pair of green eyes sharp and strange, staring at us who were close at hand.

They're chasing in? How did you get in?

The thought quickly came to my mind, but before I could turn the idea, the old lady in black and the cat-faced cat let out a terrible cat meow, as if it could pierce a person's eardrum.

I saw that her left hand quietly loosened, and the things that had been held in her hands were freed, and she immediately let out a sharp roar, and several jet-black lights flew out of her mouth.

A few of the people present are experts who are well versed in the way of 'pitting and then fighting', and it is good not to sneak attack others, but how can they be attacked by others?

Although the incident happened suddenly, it was enough for the two immortals to react. The little third master was wearing gold armor, and with a move of his right hand, he took an embroidered spring knife of the bloody slave into his hand.

Uncle Long was wearing silver armor, flicked his fingers, easily snapped off the black light, made it break several times, and kept rushing back to the thing released by the cat-faced old lady.

That thing turned out to be a 'little man' about a foot long, which was really weird and weird.

And looking at its appearance, it is clearly the human form of the old centipede ghost, but it has shrunk countless times. At this moment, he was like a madman, screaming heartbreakingly, like madness.

Uncle Long opened his hand and covered it.

But the old centipede ghost was small and his movements were really flexible, so he immediately dodged to the side, but Uncle Long seemed to have expected him to be like this, so he also turned around and caught up with him steadily.

Then the five fingers of Uncle Long's right hand drilled out a gray-black evil qi, turned the table into a snake shape, and twisted it strangely, turning into seven small rings of fire, and clamping the old centipede ghost from head to toe.

How could he struggle, the old centipede ghost screamed, fell to the ground, and couldn't even move.

This thing is really fateful, and I thought he must have died in the cave a long time ago. was hit by Uncle Long's flying knife through the ancestral aperture, even if the ability was several times greater, it should be damned.

But this centipede old ghost has a method for the dead ghost, and uses the purple gold centipede to die on his behalf and escape with his life. But if you think about it, your vitality will be greatly damaged, otherwise you won't be shrinking to this point, and you will look like crazy.

With the current situation of the old centipede ghost, it is not a good thing to surrender him, but the blood-clothed slave who was protecting me shouted softly: "Okay! ”

I tapped him on the shoulder and asked curiously, "What's so good?" ”

The blood-clothed slaves all said: "The hand of the immortal family is the first to anticipate the enemy. The opponent moves first, and the spirit goes first. Although the old immortal is the back hand, he breaks the enemy calmly, breaks the first move, forces the enemy to retreat, and turns his own evil qi into a tangram chain, falling into a flail and locking the pulse! The old immortal seemed to only move a finger, which was unremarkable, but in fact, he contained three changes, and the enemy was captured. ”

To put it bluntly, all of them said 'good', praising Uncle Long's ingenuity against the enemy.

There are several kinds of Xianjia seeing skills, such as Hu Xiaodie, Hu Xiaoyu, etc., which belong to literary reading; Uncle Long and Little Third Master belong to Wu Kan. As for the same martial arts, the strength of individual practice is also very different.

For example, the fighting skills of the third master are how strong and how powerful, wielding a thousand catties of strength and wielding a thousand catties of sledgehammer is considered brave and strong, but it is not the ultimate strength of a thousand catties.

And Uncle Long can make an eight-hundred-pound sledgehammer into an embroidery needle, which is the combination of strength and skill, and it is also the gap between them.

Sitting on a strong force is not the goal, using a strong force is.

Subduing the old centipede ghost was just a matter of moments, Uncle Long stared coldly at the cat-faced old lady who had already landed, glanced at the ghosts and wild immortals behind her, and asked her, "How did you get in?" ”

Without the Immortal Jade, it was obviously impossible to pass through the nameless fog that shrouded the ancient tomb. If they had a way, they would have been hunted down before, and we wouldn't have had a chance to regroup.

The cat-faced old lady ignored Uncle Long, her eyes rolled, and the cat's eyes swept towards me like a needle, screaming, "Hand it over!" ”

She didn't say what she was handing over, but I knew what she meant.

I sank my face and asked coldly, "Where is my person?" ”

The cat-faced old lady ignored it, bowed up, revealing sharp fangs, and the demon wind rose sharply and rushed straight into the air, and at the same time opened a voice to order the yin ghosts and wild immortals under her command: "Formation!" ”

As I saw before, there was only one centipede old ghost beside the cat-faced old lady who was quite sharp, and the rest were some strange birds, bats and other twisted monsters.

Now this batch of yin ghosts and evil things, eighty percent of the manpower is temporarily transferred from other places, even if the strength is far inferior to the centipede old ghost in the heyday, but there should be something to be afraid of.

Seeing that the other party was arrayed, my side was not ambiguous, and the blood-clothed slaves all drew their sabers, pointed to the sky, and shouted: "Formation!" ”

The other party has a formation of yin ghosts and evil things, and the bloody slave on my side also has a combined attack formation, which is quite sharp!

The blood-clothed slaves roared in unison, drew their knives out of their sheaths, and received the flying fish suit and embroidered spring knife, all dressed in red robes, showing their ghostly awe! In an instant, the yin wind was fierce, and forty-eight pairs of blood-clothed slaves formed a formation, and the momentum from the Yin World was much stronger than that of the rabble!

Everyone has already received my orders in their hearts, and they all gathered behind Uncle Long, and they all trained the military formation under Uncle Long, and the dispatch was more handy.

Uncle Long snorted coldly, he was not in the long and narrow cave at the moment, and he let go of his hands and feet. His expression was lofty and his voice was ethereal, and he said to the old lady with a full face: "Come, send you to death!" ”

The formation of the two sides opened, and it was clear that a fierce battle was no different from the countless corpses and bones around him. The winner lives, the loser dies!