The night is accompanied by Sangeng, and the black clouds cover the moon.

Immortality.

Suddenly, the wind roared, the rain continued, the mountains were crowded, and the dark flags were fluttering, and the sound of soldiers colliding one after another, like an iron horse and a glacier in a dream.

An ancient portal towers high.

The monks who were stranded in the secret realm all widened their eyes, and then, a chill rushed to the heavenly spirits, and fear rose from their hearts, spreading among the crowd, and they couldn't help but hold their breath.

Quiet!

There was a dead silence, silent and silent.

Now.

No matter if you are the reincarnation of Tianjiao, or a generation of heroes, you dare not breathe, for fear of disturbing those evil ghosts in the distance and ending up in a tragic ending in a different place.

I don't know how long this weird atmosphere lasted.

Suddenly.

There was a loud phoenix roar from the eastern land, the emperor's grace was mighty, and a pair of jade hands comparable to the bright moon were white, and the clouds saw the moon, and the hazy and bright moonlight was sprinkled again.

If you are facing a great enemy, all evils will retreat.

When everyone mentioned the heart of the throat and eyes, they returned to their original position and collapsed to the ground.

Dragon-Han camp.

Xu Fu took a long breath, wiped the fine sweat from his forehead tremblingly, and muttered: "A hundred ghosts walk at night... Bronze Portal... It's exactly the same as the dungeon recorded in ancient books..."

side.

His cronies also had palpitations, and their five fingers clenched the saber on their waists to comfort their hearts: "Could it be that as they say, the Immortal Heaven is a ghost domain?" ”

They.

It refers to the first batch of monks who entered the Immortal Heaven and were infected with a vicious disease and were suspected of colliding with evil spirits, most of them have been cured, and the remaining mental states are becoming more and more abnormal.

Everywhere preaching that the ghosts of the eighteen layers of hell will borrow corpses to resurrect their souls and come to the world.

on this.

High-level officials were noncommittal.

Since the revival of the aura, looking at the world, except for the Plantagenet Rebellion of the year, there has never been large-scale bloodshed, where are so many corpses borrowed by ghosts?

Excessive anxiety.

"Order the black-clothed guards to be stationed, and no one belonging to my dragon Han is allowed to spy on the secret realm."

Adjust your mentality, Xu Fu assigns tasks.

Hear the words.

The cronies were stunned for a moment, and asked puzzledly: "Commander, are you looking for Qingfeng Guan?" ”

Xu Fu glared at him fiercely: "Is chance or fate important?" ”

The cronies subconsciously looked at the sky, the ghost gate projection towered into the clouds, and its tiger body trembled: "Humble obedience... By the way, is it necessary to expel monks from other countries? ”

"Nope."

Xu Fu shook his head slightly, his eyebrows flashed, and he said in a low voice: "Monks from other countries, don't stop those who are willing to continue exploring, you know what I mean, right?" ”

The praying mantis catches the cicada, and the yellow finch is behind.

This is not called villainy.

There are already trade-offs between countries, and there is no eternal friendship.

Those who are not of my race will have different hearts.

What's more, he is still a monk, in the world of cultivating immortals, his wife kills his husband for wealth, his son kills his father for the law, his genus is a husband who robs the lord, and his ministers are against the king, there are countless examples.

The soil in the world is all for profit.

He shared with these foreign countries the secret realm unearthed in the territory of Longhan, which was already considered benevolent and righteous, and if he coveted it, he had to be prepared to die.

People's hearts are not enough to swallow elephants, who is to blame?

…

Following.

The monks of various countries regained their strength and set off again, and under the deliberate connivance of the black-clothed guards, a steady stream of new forces poured into the secret realm, and the number was too large to count.

Including the evil demons led by the Blood Demon Ancestor, they also sent a lot of disciples and grandchildren, of course, their target was not Qingfeng Guan, they were looking for the ghost gate.

As for the reason, it is unclear.

Outside.

Happy Community, Room 308.

Chen Yi has been staying in the Xuanqi Realm, on the one hand, to digest the Buddhist enlightenment brought by the "Mystic Law Sutra", and on the other hand, to observe the changes in the Xuanqi Realm.

Propriety.

Before that, the Xuanqi Realm was dead, ignorant and barren, and could only passively accept what Chen Yi had instilled in it, and only now that he is truly alive.

Like a child who has just learned to walk, he began to measure this unfamiliar space with his feet, from the bedroom to the living room, from the community to the campus, and then to the four corners of the world.

Learn, record, grow, and finally take charge of your own and give back to your parents.

According to Chen Yi's deduction, one day in the future, this world will even be able to give birth to unprecedented creatures, but this is out of reach for him at present...